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——- Josh ——- I woke up to my phone ringing. My head was hurting from the multitude of drinks I had last night. I hadn’t got home till almost 5am. I fell asleep as the first rays of sun broke the horizon. Mercifully the ringing stopped. I rolled onto my back and thought about last nights adventures. Me and a few friends hit up a new club then moved to an after hours place. Finally, I ended up at a sex party a cute boy at the after hours place told me about. At the sex party I managed to dump my dirty load in a hot raw otter. Before I impregnated him I fucked and precame in 4 other guys. It was a hell of a fun night. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my rock hard fat 7.5 inch uncut poz dick and began stroking myself thinking about how the boy begged for my cum not knowing it was charged. A bead of precum slipped out of my hole as I recalled the moans the otter was making as my fat cock worked his tight raw hole and prostate. His hole was so warm and tight. It felt like velvet around my cock. He moaned as I kissed his neck and stretched him open. My assault on his prostate made him shoot a huge load all over us. The feel of his tight hole squeezing my dick made me explode filling his boy hole with my own huge charged load balls deep. The metal imagine of his face as I dumped my dirty load in his ass made me shoot a huge load all over my abs. I was pulled from my post nut euphoria by my phone ringing noisily again. I groaned as I half rolled over to get my phone while trying not to get my cum on my sheets. The screen displayed “Mom”. That made me let out another groan. “Hello” I said in a very rough and gruff voice. I already had a very deep voice so the dryness of my throat made it even deeper. “Good afternoon sweat pea” the chipper voice greeted me using the nickname I’d been called all my life. “Good morning mom” I replied as I looked at my watch on the side table to verify the time. My parents lived on the other side of the country and where a few hours ahead of me. They had raised us to be up early and never waste the morning sleeping. But in my defense it was 11:30 am so it was still technically morning for me. “I hope your Saturday morning has been productive. Have you got everything ready for your brother?” She asked in her sweet voice that was also laced with a hint of the mom tone she used when she doubted us. While it annoyed me to be doubted, as usual she was spot on. My little brother Sam, how original for our parents to name us Joshua and Samuel, was coming to stay with me for at least 6 months. My genius kid brother, who was all of 21, had just graduated some prestigious tech program at MIT. He is starting a job next week at a giant tech company that is located in my city. In fact, my apartment isn’t far from their corporate campus. My parents had begged me to let him stay with me. They argued he was still young, never truly lived on his own, and needed someone to look after him. They said I’d be a good role model since I’d been “in the real world” for years. I’d always been very independent and hated living near my folks prying eyes. I had moved to the dorms freshman year and then to an apartment with friends the summer between freshman and sophomore year. I never moved back home. I loved my parents but they were just to vanilla and bland. They were religious, but thankfully not the crazy hate the gays kind, while I am more spiritual. They like book clubs (mom) and golf (dad) and idea of a exciting night is a trip to the local “upscale” chain Italian restaurant. We just ran in different worlds. I am 30 now and I moved across the country 5 years ago after I finished my doctorate of physical therapy program. I took the first job I could find on this side of the country to be able live in the area. I was drawn by the great weather, hot night life, popping gay scene, and it would make sure I kept my parents in the dark to my kinky piggy life. I took a spot with a PT practice out here right out of college. I have worked my way up and just a few weeks ago signed the paperwork that made me a junior partner in the practice. My client list includes celebrities, sports stars, and wealthy business moguls. I am very sought after and could of opened my own practice but I choose to let the managing partners do that extra work and just take the money so I could enjoy my life. Work hard play harder was pretty much my motto. Anyway back to my brother. My parents had called a few weeks ago when he’d got the job offer. It took over a week for them to convince me to agree to letting Sam move in. They tried offering money and dangling that Sam could help by “splitting the bills” as incentive but that didn’t work to well because like I said I make bank. Then they tried the family responsibility and guilt thing. That worked a bit better, they had paid for all my college so I was debt free in large part thanks to them. Finally, they pulled out the whole getting to know my brother better angle. He was a surprise baby and was 9 years younger than me. We didn’t have any shared friends or interests as kids. From the time he could turn on a iPad he had been sucked into the tech world. He started going to computer camps durning the summer at like age 10 or 11. In contrast I am more a low tech guy. I can work the basics but not interested in learning any more than that. When we had last spent significant time around each other he was a tween that was super smart but also a little socially awkward. Needless to say we weren’t fast friends. Since I moved away I visit home twice a year for 3 or 4 days at a time. During those visits if we weren’t having family meals or at an event or something Sam spent his time in his room with his computers. I love the kid but we really didn’t know each other well. I pretty sure he takes after my parents in the bland vanilla mold but figured it be good to get to know him a little bit. So I gave in and agreed to him moving in. The deal was he’d stay with me and I’d help get him oriented to the city and “being an adult” (my moms words). Then at 6 months if Sam was comfortable he could find his own place to live near me. “Yes mom I have everything ready. He won’t be here till Tuesday anyway.” I said trying to reassure her. It did anything but. “Tuesday!” She said raising the pitch of her voice. “His plane lands in 4 hours.” “No it doesn’t, Dad told me it was the 19th. I wrote it down in my planner” I said a little panicked myself. “Damn that man’s dyslexia. He must of got the 6 and 9 mixed up. I knew I should of checked with you yesterday but David told me to not pester you. But it’s too late to fret over that. You have to cancel you plans and get your brother!” She said starting to go into super mom mode. She always had everything planned out to the minute. I am really surprised it somehow slipped by that dad gave me the wrong date. Me and him are much more the pencil down the outlines and fill it in as you go types so it’s not surprising we didn’t notice. “Don’t worry mom. I don’t have any appointments today. I can get to the airport in time. Just text me the flight information.” I said as I set up on the edge of the bed using the calm tone I’d learned form dad for when mom got excited. “Don’t you use your dad’s patronizing tone with me.” She huffed before going back to her normal self. “I know you will handle it. I just worried about my baby being so far away. It’s hard for me to let go.” “I know mom. Don’t worry I will take care of the kid.” I said as I got out of bed naked and walked across the room to my master bathroom. “I know. We can count on you. He’s just so much more sheltered and reserved then you ever were. It makes me worry.” She said. “He will love it here. I will get him out of his shell.” I assured her. “I need to shower and stuff. I will text you when I get him from the airport. Talk to you later mom, love you.” “I love you too. Bye sweat pea!” She said and then the call ended. I took a long hard refreshing piss then turned on the glass walk in shower. I looked at myself in the floor length mirror evaluating my body as I did every morning. I worked almost every day and my body showed it. I was not a body builder or anything but I was very fit and cut. At 6’3 I was taller than most. I had dirty blonde hair and emerald eyes. My teeth were straight thanks to the braces I wore for years in middle school. They were also white, not the move star blind you white, but healthy and regularly looking white. My skin was tanned from my runs along the beach. My broad strong shoulders were next as I went down my body. Then my pecs and arms were next, both well muscled to compliment my body. My chest had a light dusting of hair. My back was well muscled while not being overwhelming. My abs were well defined and you could count all six. My waist was trim and only had just the barest touch of love handles. I noted to adjust my workout routine to address that. My v-line was still banging. The happy trail I kept groomed led down to the small maintained bush above my hog. It sat around 4 inches soft and was always plump. I was uncut and right now the skin hid my cock head. Below my dick sat a pair of very good sized balls that always shot huge toxic loads. Not bad for 30. I got in the shower and did a quick wash up. After I dried off I walked to the kitchen naked. I made myself a coffee and an quick cheese omelette which I ate as I reviewed some emails. After I finished eating I got dressed and went down to the parking garage and got in my Audi R8 Spyder. It was a beautiful spring day and I would of loved to ride my motorcycle but that wasn’t practical for Sam and his luggage. As a consolation I put the roof down to allow the sun and wind to blow as I drove to the airport. I parked in the appointed lot for pickups and walked into the terminal to meet my kid brother. His flight was due to land any minute. Traffic had been worse than I anticipated but I had made it before his plane touched down. I hadn’t seen him in over six months. Even then it was only quick sightings as he made brief appearances to eat dinner with us. He was in his last year of school and always seemed to have a project he needed to get back to. I scrolled on my phone as I waited for his plane to disembark and for him to make his way to the pickup area. I glanced up and had to do a double take. I recognized him by his face but the rest was a little bit of a shock. I hadn’t noticed how tall he had gotten as he was at least 6’1 now. He was in shorts and tank top which showed off his body. I observed that his arms were well muscled, he had broad shoulders, a waist that tapered to a trim V, and his legs were well muscled too. I could tell he had the same build the men in our family usually had but he also looked like he had put on some muscle since I last saw him in anything but pants and a full T-shirt or sweater. His face still had the usual innocent look to it. His bright blue eyes shinning but carrying that hint of shyness they always did. His golden brown hair was a mess as usual. His skin while a little pale looked healthy. I even got to see one of his small pink nipples as his tank slipped when he went to move the bag on his shoulder. My cock gave a bit of a jump seeing it. I love to lick and play with nipples. Especially if they were directly wired to a guys cock. Making a man hard by playing with his nips was so hot! Not that I’d ever thought about my brother that way. But objectively he was hot and if it weren’t for the whole brother thing I’d definitely had made a move. I got his attention and then walked across the room to him. We embraced in a tight hug. He smelled of body wash, deodorant, and just a little bit of must from the long flight. I also felt a rather large plump package pressed against mine as we hugged. “Hey there bro, let’s get your bags and get you back to the house. We can order some food and decompress. Sound good?” I asked as we broke our embrace. “Sure Joshie, that sounds good. I also need to shower the yuck off me.” He replied as I took one of his bags from him and we started to walk toward the exit. “Was the flight good? Is this all your stuff?” I asked realizing he only had his back pack and two suitcases with him. “The flight was fine. Long, but uneventful. This is all I brought with me on the plane. Mom shipped some stuff that should be here in a day or two. You know her, she wanted to make sure it all got here right so she arranged it all.” He said with the exasperated tone I knew all too well. “Yea, she can be a handful but she does it from a place of love.” I said as I reached up with my free hand and put it in his shoulder to give it a squeeze. His skin was warm and soft. “Yea, she does.” He replied as we got to my car and loaded his bags. It was a good thing he shipped the bulk of his stuff or my car would of been to small. We chatted pleasantly on the drive home. We got there and got his bags up to the room that would be his room. That’s when it hit me his bed wasn’t due to be delivered till Monday. I had moved in here a few months ago and hadn’t got the spare bedroom set up yet. “Ummm ok, confession Dad told me the wrong date on your arrival so your bed won’t be here till Monday. Along with the dresser and night stands. You can leave your bags in here. Until then you can sleep on the sofa or in bed with me. It’s a king so we’d have enough room.” I said realizing just how much I wasn’t prepared. He was quite for a minute and then just shrugged. “Yea that’s fine. Mom texted me about the mix up before we landed. It’s not a big deal. I can crash with you a few nights.” He said nonchalantly. “I need to use the bathroom and shower. Can you point me there and get me a towel?” He asked as he bent over and dig a shower bag from his luggage. His ass was perfect. Very round, looked firm but still with a good bounce, and just the perfect size. My cock did another little jump. “Sure. While you shower I can order us a pizza. Supreme ok?” I asked as I motioned him to follow me. “Yea that’s fine.” He said following me into the main bath that was for everyone but would be his while he lived here. I grabbed a couple towels from the cabinet and turned to hand them to him and was shocked again. He had already stripped of his clothes and was turning on the shower as he stood naked. While not as muscled as me his body was beautiful. Just the perfect muscle definition. Plus I got a quick look at the snake he had between his legs. It must of been 5-6 in soft, good and thick, hanging above a set of big balls. He had a very well trimmed patch of hair over his shaft. I looked away before he could notice. “I figured you wouldn’t care if I just dropped my clothes while you were still here. I mean we are men, brothers, and you are gay. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen.” He said as he laughed. “Yea, it’s cool. I actually stay naked most the time around the house. So dress how you want I mean it’s your place now too. Be comfortable.” I replied as I put the towels in the counter and made my way toward the door. “Cool bro. Thanks for the towels.” He said as he got into the shower. I got a sight of his incredible butt as he climbed in and closed the shower curtain. It made my cock stiffen and my mouth water. I closed the door and stood against the wall in the hall taking deep breaths. I don’t know what my body was thinking. That was my younger brother and he was straight. I needed to get a grip. ——————— Like most my stories this chapter and probably the next will be heavier on the scene setting then the sex. But don’t worry there is much of that to cum. I hope you enjoy the story!

I’ve posted my activities here before but it’s been a while.. trust me, I’m still taking loads even if I’m not posting about it. I spent a week in San Francisco and was trying to be on good behavior since I was there for work but I just couldn’t help myself. It’s late one night and I am stroking and then I get that rush that I know I won’t be able to stop I make the decision that I am going to steam works then next day. I’m going wake up early and get a large room and just take as many loads as possible.. I edge for another two hours and fall asleep. I wake up READY. I clean out and head to steam works and arrrive around 9:50am. I get a large room on a Sunday. I get set up in my room and I head over to the glory holes, I suck a few cocks and some random troll cums in my mouth and I spit it on my hand and try fingering it my ass hole.. at this point I’m pretty ready now.. I go to my room and get ass up. After about ten minutes I get someone in me and they are LARGE, poppers help but I am struggling. To my surprised me cums quick and I already know that once I get cum in me, I become so insatiable. instay face down a bit and take some more cock and after about 3 hours I am about 6 loads in from random men walking by the bath house. I go to the sling area and I get in but no one fuckks me. I always find it weird how people are avoidant of slings but yet will fuck me in any other scenario. I head to the benches and get ass up and place a towel over my head to signal that anyone can have a turn. I feel someone fingering my hole before I feel them push into me. This guy is slamming me hard and I am all loopy from poppers that I don’t care. He cums and it’s amazing. I remove the towel and I see another guy gearing up to go, he stick it in me. He’s a total troll and has a tiny dick but I love very second of it. With everything thrust he compliments my hole and tells me how handsome I am. This really turns me on because I’m such a slut for compliments. Some hot young guy stand in front of me and I suck me while this guy pounds me. Both of these guys cum in me almost at the same time and it’s heaven. I go back to my room and I lie on my back and jerk off with my legs spread. Some guy comes in and I crawl over to him and start sucking him off. I turn around and me goes to town and sweats all over me before busting, immediately another guy walks in and he is handsome and fit. He fucks me while plum on my back and presses his body against mine so strongly that I am actually in pain but I hear through it cause I wanna please him. It’s tough but after what feels like forever of him mindlessly pounding me he has the most dramatic orgasm I have seen and I can feel his cock contract in me. another guy walks in and tells me he’s a bottom, he’s kinda cute so I let him suck me off and eat me out. He asks if I ever top which I do and he rides me for a bit and he cums on my chest. I scoop it up and finger it my hole. He leaves and says he will be back. I get fucked and cummed in a few times after that and this older guy walks in and tells me he’s a bottom but wanted to compliment my ass. We talk and he says he’s surprised that I have about 15 loads in me at this point and I laugh.. he’s very complementary and I offer to suck him off but he says he’s a strict strict sub bottom. He chat and have good consonant he leaves. Other bottoms comes back in and asks if we can take loads together. I say yes and we’re ass up in room at steam works. First guy walks in and alternates between us and my buddy gets that load and I hate to say I feel a ton of jealousy but I celebrate the moment! the next guy walks in and fucks us both silly until he busts in me and it’s so hot that I cum a little. The next guy also gives me his nut and then the guy after makes my buddy cum that he has no choice but to bust in me as my buddy was done was he came. At this point I have about 19. Loads and my room time has expired. I collect my things and head to the Folsom gulch and drop my pants in the theatre section. That way, anyone walking in will see a cum dump taking loads in front of everyone. I get one guy trying to fuck me with a condom and I reject him but he won’t leave me alone. I get aggressive with him and he gets the message. Just fyi, I will totally physically fight you if you try to play in my face like that. Just cause I’m a cum dump doesn’t mean I’ll let you fuck me regardless of anything, well….. I mean I will but it has to be raw. Otherwise gtfo. Another daddy type steps up and pumps me good and loads me up in front of everyone. And I get another daddy right after. Then I go suck some cocks in the booths and get fucked once more by a guy who’s keeps going soft. I go home and hop on grindr and invite one more guy over who takes forever to cum and it’s annoying but I bear it for the load. i wake up HORNY AS HELL. I have work in an hour but I am horned up, I hope on sniffles and this ma messages me asking for head. Normally I hate that but he caught me at the right time. He heads over and I blow him nice and slow while he sits on my hotel couch. He barely looks at me and it weirdly turns me on. He cums in my mouth and I try to finger it in my hole and go to work. while at work I decide that I am going to go to a sex party and once work is over, I head to a sex party but it’s a bit dead, I get fucked several times and get like 4 loads all in a sling blindfolded and it’s heaven. Then a super hot Adonis of a ma and everyone is all over him, they all think he’s a top but I can tell he isn’t.. I walk over and bend down to pick his legs up and he lets me and I fuck him silly till I bust and then I take a break.. I get back in the sling and I surprised that I am still willing to keep going because once I cum I usually quit instantly. Not today. I get fucked by another guy for what feels like forever and I don’t even get a load. I leave and walk around the neighborhood while on sniffles and this guy tells me to go to his motel room at the bay bridge. I’ve heard of this motel but never been. I walk over and a fit man is waiting for me with his door ajar, he has me suck him off and then gets to pounding and cums fairly quickly and I am so turned on.. he asks what I’ve been up to and I tell him and he asks what I’m doing next and I tell him I am going to get more loads and he responds “yeah I bet you are you nasty bitch” and I get so turned on. I head down stairs and book a room for myself for the night. I get on sniffles and invite two guys to my room. I leave the door ajar and notice some guy walk in, I get the feeling this guy is some random who just walked in and isn’t one of the ones I talked to.. I freeze up a little but I let it play out as he is hot and has a big dick he starts jerking. Then the two other guys come in shortly. They all cum in me back to back. Huge cocks and huge loads. after they leave I realize the time and I remember that I have work. I decide to head home. i wake up the next day and decide it’s time for another cum dump. A real one.. I set up an add on sniffles and I post every hour on the hour advertising my group. After three days I get 75 rsvps which is the max. on the day of the group I check in and walk over to the sec arcade and blow some guys, I press my ass up against a hole and I fed a huge dick slip in. He thrust so hard I can hear the wood creak with each thrust. He cums in me and I stay in my position. It’s a while before I feel someone start eating me out. After a while they stick it in me.. they pound and pound and pound and I hold my cheeks open as I’m bent over. He cums and it’s amazing. I walk back to my hotel and decide to smoke a bit of 420, I don’t do anything harder than that. But I wanna relax before a big day. I also drink a bit of whiskey and this combo turns me into a ravenous whore. I’m not really drunk and not really high but I am relaxed and the perfect level of loopy. I walk back to the arcade and get on my knees at the theatre, instantly I get surrounded by three trolls and service them all, two of them take turns breeding me while one spills his seed on the floor which fills me with rage lol. at this point I have about 5-6 loads in me and it’s near starting time for my actual cum dump. I invite some guy back to my motel and he show up and has me suck him off and cums in my mouth after I ask him to fuck me. This posses me off.. DO NOT SHOW UP TO A CUK DUMP AND EXPECT TO GET TO CUM IN A MOUTH. He gets an earful from me as I get a bit agro with him and he apologizes and says he will fuck me later.. uh huh sure. guys start rolling in now, I get a few back to back and feel huge hug cocks fill me up. One black guy had the biggest dick ever and I was struggling but after some poppers, I was ready for anything. The combo of poppers and a little weed and whisky had me gooning. I head the door open and close for the next hour and at one point had 5 guys in the room waiting. They all mention how my hole if the sloppiest they ever felt and I know it’s true. My hole gets really loose and sloppy. The best part of this day is that my hole is cooperating with me all day. I think it’s the weed and popper and whisky. My hole is so open and relaxed that I resist no one and I arch my back and spread my cheecks for everyone. Everyone cums and everyone is happy. Some guy wants to eat me out and I let him until I realize he’s sucking the loads out. I don’t mind this at the end but he should have asked because I wasn’t done yet. I tell him he can either fuck me or leave and he decided to fuck me.. each man has been marking my ass with a tally and this guy offers to take some photos, see below. He was a nice guy and I apologize for being agro and I promise him the loads later which he gets excited about. then the guy who first oissed me off comes back and has me suck him off again and I stop as I want his load in my ass not mouth. He says again “I’ll fuck you later” he sees my face and I say no you will fuck me now or leave.. he can tell I’m not playing. He walks over to my ass and fucks it and cums after a while and then chats me up and says my hole is amazing and he didn’t wanna fuck me cause he’s not on prep. To which I tell him is silly, he should be on it then. He has me clean off his cock and leaves and then I get a call from the front office…. Fuck. they tell me I have too many guests and that they can’t wait outside. I open tit he door to see a line of guys.. which makes me happy but pisses me off. Like if you go to a cum dump, don’t wait for the coast to be clear and linger outside. It makes a scene. I tell them and some leave and some walk in. I get called the best cum dump in the world and I get fucked silly for the next few hours. The guys stop showing up at around 33 loads but I am still wanting more.. I go to powerhouse which is a sex bar and I go to the back room and show off my glistening hole with lol the tally marks, I get oushed against the wall and get fucked but 4 guys all who don’t cum and keep slipping out of me as my hole is crazy sloppy. I’m sure there is ZERO friction left lol. I head back to my hotel and invite over a couple from grindr who’s take turn fucking me. They both breed me and I have a euphoric experience. We follow each other on insta as they are excited to meet a cum dump. They shower ne with compliments and I go back to me work hotel and shower and push out the loads. Clean up and go to sleep. I wake for work the next day and as I’m getting ready I realize my ass is still covered in tally marks. I work the rest of the day that way

In 2026 I would like to find my nympho bf. Someone addicted to cum and dicks that I could use and share with other men.

The first week of classes, there is a local art fair in the arts district right by the campus. I have my camera and a bag with a very basic portfolio of my photos so far, and one that's a bit more risqué. I wonder around looking at the various vendors and enjoy the warm late summer day. I take a few photos of the scenes, people, nothing to write home about. I notice there are a few vendors with their tents adjoining each other, with various pride flags flying on posts at either end of it. I make my way over to scope things out. There are about 10 different vendors, all with different art. Blown glass, paintings, hand made clothing, and a few photographers. I look at the various photographers and a couple of them really catch my attention. They both have several implied nude photos with couples (mostly men, but some lesbian, and straight). Nothing that is wildy inappropriate for this type of event, but border line. There is a selection of photos with guys my age, very twink like and quite petite, with older men and muscle daddies. These begin to make my hole twitch. Again, there is no actual nudity, but everything is implied. I cant take my eyes of of them. The style and compositions are very well done, not to mention the subject matter is right up my alley. "Hey I'm Drew." I hear behind me. "Are you enjoying my collection." "Yes I am. I love the style and your compositions are quite amazing." I turn and see a man, probably in his late 20's with a similar build to me, clearly we're very similar to each other in many ways. He's wearing a pride tank top and a leather bracer that says "Daddy's boi." on his left wrist. We smile at each other as we scope the other out. "Not to mention the subject matter is quite...fascinating." "Are you a student at the university?" "Yes, I'm in my first week actually." "Nice, welcome to town. Do you have your ID on you? There's a group of photographers that have a bit more photo's that would make these look like church paintings in the back, but gotta be 18. If you're interested..." I look over towards the back of the tent and see a sign that says private and another guy sitting next to it. "Um I'd love to." I pull out my ID and Drew looks it over and looks at me. "They're gonna love you..." He hands it back to me and walks me to the other guy and he moves a tent flap and I go back and there's a whole nother area as big as the front with more erotic photos. I make my way through enjoying a lot of the artwork. Theres a bit for everyone it seems. I stop at one photographer's display with several photos of bigger guys, muscle bears, dad bods, chubby guys and such, with twinks. I see that he's won several awards for his work, especially for his use of first person pov among other things. I take his card from the table and move on. I see a table with a sign advertising an erotic art show at a local gay bar. I walk up and there's an older man, probably in his sixties sitting behind the table. I grab a flyer and say a friendly hello. "Are you old enough to be in here, son?" He asks me with a warm smile. "Yes Sir! I'm a couple months past my 18th. I just started classes at the University." I swallow nervously as I'm holding a flyer for the show. He stands up and is towering over me by nearly a foot, and probably has another 120 pounds of weight compared to my 115 pounds. I also note a large bulge in his leather pants. "Well welcome to town. I'm Skip. I own the club hosting the art show. We're primarily a bear bar, but we do have one week night a month where we let the college kids in for a networking event. No booze served obviously. And host artists once a month for the Gallery Hop. But this event is at one of the larger galleries I own. You should come." "Thank you, Sir. I'd love to come!" He smirks, "I be you would...I love your manners, son. I see you have your camera on you. Are you a photographer?" "I am, Sir. Kinda starting out and trying to figure out what I want to do with it. But I've been a hobbyist for a few years, but have gotten a bit more serious with it. Thats one of the things I'm here at school to learn and improve." "Very good. We have 5 amateur photographers that we sponsor for the show, there's typically 10 - 20 total that show here. Theres a couple of prizes for the winners, typically they'll have a best in show amateur that is voted on by the pro's, collectors, and gallery owners. That winner gets a free entry to the big year end Gallery Hop Erotic showcase event. There is also a people's choice amateur that get's to shadow and apprentice under one of four of the photographers here." He points out 3 of the vendors that I havent looked at yet, and the fourth one is the one that captured my eyes, and made my hole twitch before I came to this table. "Would you be interested? I already have 4 other's I'm sponsoring, so you'll need to grab it quick or I'll find someone else today." "I'd love to, Sir." "Your manners go a long way son...Do you have any work I can look at?" I hand him my primary portfolio. He flips through it, studying various photos for a few minutes each. "These won't work, you have anything like what's in here?" He asks as he waves his hands around the room. "Oh, right." I scramble to get my more erotic portfolio out and hand it to him. "This is better....mmmm...very good....nice." He looks through a couple of them. Mostly from art club, drawing class of the nude model that I photographed. "Well, I'm sorry, son, but so far these are good, but not gallery material. I think there is potential, but not this year..." "Wait, Sir..." I flip 3/4's of the way through the portfolio. "My....are these you?" "Yes, Sir. There is an older man in there as well, he's the one that took my virginity." I blush, not sure why I let that out. "Hot. How did you get these so well composed with cum all over your face?" "Hahaha, um I staged the positions before the guys and I...work things out. Once they left, I quickly ran to the other room to shoot it with a remote shutter." "Okay..." He rubs his growing cock. "you're close, but what are you willing to do to help me commit to sponsoring you?" A hunger comes in his eyes. I can't take my eyes of his growing bulge. "Fuck me..." I say under my breath as his cock pulses. "Works for me. Chris, watch the table. I'm going to take...." He looks at me. "Alex, Sir." I realize what's about to happen. "Alex in the back room and fill out some paperwork for the Show." "Have fun." He grabs my hand and pulls me into another part of the tent that opens up into the back of his sprinter van. He has a small be in there with some storage. "It's sound proof." He shuts the door as we get in and I sit on the bed and put my bag and camera down in the front of the van. As I turn around he is only in a leather harness and metal cock ring. "Get to work claiming your entry." I drop to my knees on the bed and take his fat cock in my mouth. "Fuck yes, son. Suck grandpa's cock." I work my way as far as I can, but he's quite thick compared to the handful of guys that I've sucked the past two weeks here. He slides his hand down my shorts and grabs my ass. "Fuck this is nice." He grabs the other cheek and then puts a fat finger on my hole. "So tight." He pushes his finger into me and I moan on his cock. I take his cock out of my mouth and bury my nose in his bush at the base of his cock and sack. I lick and suck on his gray hair covered balls. "God, your cock and balls are so fucking hot!" I say as I lick and sniff his manhood. "Am I the oldest you've been fuck by?" "Yes, Sir." "Fuck yes!" He pushes my shorts down and sees that I'm just in a dark pink jock strap. "Grandpa loves breeding boi pussy. Enough of your mouth. I'm going to destroy your hole." "Please grandpa! Breed me with your fat old cock." He spins me around and spits on my hole and pushes two fingers in and spits again. "Fuck this is gonna hurt at first." He barely warns me before he pushes his cock head against my hole. I scream into the mattress as he invades me. "God I wish I was off my meds for this." He says as he puts his body weight on my ass and drives his cock deep to the hilt. He holds his position to let me get use to his girth. He slowly back out of me, one inch at a time, then pushes back in a half an inch, repeating until his purple old man mushroom it pushing against the inside of my sphincter. He spits again on his fat cock and slowly pushes back in to the hilt. He repeat this for a few minutes, until the pain subsides and I push back on his member. "That's my boy..." He grabs my hips with both hands and begins to pull me onto him as he pushes into me. Using me like a life size fleshlight. He throws me around in several positions fucking me like there is no tomorrow. I'm moaning and screaming like a whore. I cum three times hands free before he puts all his weight on me in missionary and kisses me passionately as he fills my bowels with his old cum.

Your encouraging comments are a huge turn-on, thank you. Here's another short chapter before Christmas. This one is still just online fantasy—just the toxic words of a giftgiver. But I promise, we are getting there.. the next one is the real thing. So bear with me! Happy Christmas! Part 5: The Giftgiver's Typed Poison Night falls, and with it, the familiar ache. You sit down at your laptop, the screen's glow a sterile comfort. You don't even bother with the forum tonight. The stories are just ghosts. You need a connection. You need a possibility. You turn to Romeo, your old, familiar hunting ground. You set the filters to your new truth: Safer Sex?: "Let's talk." You join every community related to bareback and poz, scrolling through the lists of members, filtering for tops. You're deep in a community called "Gift Givers Netherlands" when a particular post catches your eye. It's from a user named ToxicDaddy. The post isn't just a comment; it's a manifesto. He's arguing against the "sanitization" of bareback culture, and his target is specific. He's railing against the neg guys who seek out gift givers while being on PrEP. He writes, "They want to live the fantasy, but they don't have the balls to go the full way. It's a cheat, a lie. They're just tourists in our world, not pilgrims." Below his text, he's attached a picture of his latest lab results, the viral load number circled in red, followed by a series of explicit, high-quality photos of him fucking and breeding different asses, his biohazard tattoo on his chest clearly visible. He's not just talking the talk; he's providing proof. He's a purist. Intrigued, you click on his profile. His profile picture isn't a body part. It's the symbol of a cock ejaculating dozens of tiny, swirling biohazard icons. It's a flag. A declaration of war. His stats are just as direct: 45, 6'2", 185cm, 95kg. His location? Amsterdam. A jolt goes through you. Amsterdam. A three, maybe four-hour drive. It's not a fantasy continent away. It's a possibility. Not for today or tomorrow, but a planned trip... that was possible. The distance makes it safe for now, but the proximity makes it dangerously real. You drop him a tap—a pig to show that you like his kinks. A moment later, a message appears. He: Great profile. Saw you are also in all of these sleazy poz groups. I'm poz, med-free, high VL. Only fuck bare! You? Your heart hammers. This is it. No games. The truth, right there in the opening line. Your hand instinctively goes to your crotch, kneading the growing bulge through your jeans. You: Thanks! Exactly what I'm looking for! 🙂 I’m neg, not on PrEP. He: Good. I hate PrEP. It's a chemical condom that can't even break. It ruins the fun. So you're a chaser? The confirmation is a relief, but his direct question sends a new thrill through you. It's the first time you've said it to someone like this. You: I think so... He: Good. It'll do you good when that poz cum is inside. With my high VL the effect is long-lasting. A shiver runs down your spine. You undo your fly and pull out your hardening cock, your fingers wrapping around the steel of your PA ring, giving it a twist. He's talking about permanence, and he has the lab results to prove it. You: I want that... the real thing. He: I know you do. I also wanted it - wanted to get pozzed. I eventually surrendered to it. Most guys see it as an infection, a mistake. They're wrong. It's a communion. The most intense connection to another man I've ever felt. Your hand freezes on your cock. This is different. This isn't just about fucking. He: It's the ultimate act of trust. To look another man in the eye, knowing he carries the virus, and to open yourself up anyway. To let him past your flesh, past your defenses, and into your blood. Submitting to him, accepting his toxic gift... that's something divine. It changes you. It binds you to him forever. I wasn't just looking for a fuck; I was looking for that bond. And when I found it, when I felt him cum inside me and knew my life was changing forever, it was the most beautiful moment of my life. The confirmation sends a jolt through you. He's not just living proof; he's a disciple of the very act you crave, a high priest of the faith. You reach into the drawer beside your desk and pull out your dildo and a small bottle of lube, your hands trembling slightly. You: It's a huge turn on that you get off on pozzing a neg ass. He: Honestly? It gets me very hot. It should be fun for both of us, right? You: Fuck yeah. Are you playing with yourself too? He: Fuck yes. I've been rock hard since you told me you were neg and not on PrEP. The thought of him, a few hours' drive away, getting instantly hard because of your commitment, because you're one of the purists, is intoxicating. It's a validation you've never felt before. You slick up the dildo and press it against your hole, teasing yourself. He: You got poppers? You: Yeah. He: Good. Take a hit for me. A deep one. Then I'll tell you exactly how I'd breed you. Your hand trembles with excitement. You grab the small brown bottle, unscrewing the cap. You bring it to your nostril and take a long, deep sniff. The rush floods your system, warm and dizzying. Your hole relaxes. He: You feel that? Take another one. You: Yeah... He: Good. First, I'd massage your hole with my precum. Just the tip, rubbing it all over you, leaking precum in your hole, getting you slick with my poz fluid. I'd hold you, pull you close against my warm body, and whisper in your ear what's about to happen. I'd nibble on your earlobe while I'm doing it, letting you feel my cock get harder against you. As he types, your own cock is dripping precum like a faucet. You scoop it up with your fingers and use it to slick up your own hole, imagining it's his. He: Then I'd place the tip of my cock right at your entrance. I wouldn't push. I'd just let it rest there, letting you feel the heat of it, the weight, oozing more precum into your guts. I'd kiss you, deep and slow, while my charged cockhead is poised to enter you. I'd tell you to relax, to breathe, to open up your man cunt, extend your slick asslips to pull me in. You're stroking your cock in time with his words, the fantasy so real you can almost feel his breath on your neck. He: Another hit. This time for both of us. And two more. You hear the faint, imagined sound of him sniffing in your mind and take another hit yourself, the second wave even more intense. You're so close. You can feel your orgasm building. He: I'd push just the head in, slowly. So you can feel every millimeter. I'd look you right in the eyes as I enter you for the first time. No rubber. Just me, raw, skin-on-skin. As he says this, you slowly push the head of the dildo inside you with a soft moan, feeling the stretch, the imagined penetration. He: Then I'd stop, letting you get used to it, letting your neg body accept my poz cock. I'd kiss you again, my tongue in your mouth, my cock in your ass, connected at both ends. I'd go deeper, inch by inch, reaching your inner sphincter, coating it with precum, getting it as slick as your asslips, stretching it until my head pops all the way through. His words are a command. You pull the first dildo out, your hole feeling suddenly empty and desperate. You reach into the drawer and grab the biggest one you have, the one that always makes you feel like you're being split open. You slick it up, line it up, and push it in all the way, breaking past your inner sphincter with a sharp, pleasurable ache that makes you gasp. You've matched his description perfectly, feeling the intense stretch, the full, imagined penetration. He: I'd start to move, so slowly, pulling out almost all the way, then sinking back in. I'd tell you how good you feel, how tight your neg hole is. I'd keep talking to you, my voice a low whisper, telling you how my high viral load is getting ready to fill you up, how you're going to be mine. Asking you one last time, if you are sure. That I will be changing your future forever. Asking if you are ready to accept my gift, accept me! The finality of his words is devastating. It's everything you crave. This is it. This is the connection you've been searching for. It's not just the act, it's the intimacy, the shared surrender, the divine beauty of it all he described. The brutal fantasy of a stranger taking you is nothing compared to this—the idea of a true, willing, sensual pozzing. He: I'm close, chaser. Tell me you want my charged load. Beg for it. You: Please... breed me... give me your charged load! I’m so ready for it! Make me yours! He: That's it... I'm gonna kiss you as I cum... looking so deep into your eyes, I'll see every hot spurt of my charged load painting your soul from the inside, marking you as mine. Take it... take my high VL toxic fucking seed! You cum with a loud, guttural groan, a huge, explosive load. The first shot hits your chest, but the next spurts are so powerful they fly up, hitting you squarely in the face. A thick, warm glob lands right over your left eye, blinding you. You slump back in your chair, the dildo still inside you, panting, and for a moment, you just sit there in the sudden darkness. A sharp, chemical burning starts. It's not just the sting of salt; it's a fire. You try to blink it away, but you can't see. All you can do is feel. The burning in your eye feels like a promise. It feels like a virus taking hold, like a toxic charge searing itself into your very optic nerve, marking you from the inside out. The pain is exquisite. It's a shadow of the real thing, a phantom pain, and it's the most blissful, agonizing sensation you've ever felt. This is what it feels like to be claimed. The chat goes silent for a moment. He: Fuck... that was hot. We'll talk more tomorrow. You: Yeah... okay... You log off of Romeo, your body buzzing, your chest sticky with cum. The fantasy was perfect. That's when you see it. A new notification has popped up on your screen from Romeo, a message that arrived at the exact moment you were shooting your load—almost like a sign from hell. Your heart hammers in your chest as you click back over to the app. It's from a profile you've never seen before. The username is stark and simple: BREEDER. You click on it. The profile is sparse, almost menacing. No pictures, no stats, just a location: a few kilometers away. He's real. He's close. You see the list of forums he's a member of. It's a who's who of every poz and breeding forum on the platform. He's not just a tourist; he's a native of this world. He's the real thing. And then you read his message. It's not a long, explicit fantasy. It's short, direct, and chilling. "Saw you online. You look like you need the real thing."

From a bit ago... just starting to get hard, gets more girthy and veiny when its fully excited...

My decision to go bare was intentional. While I started having sex using condoms, I felt something was missing. I needed that extra level of intimacy. In spite of any risks, and regardless of whether we'd see each other again, I needed to feel and connect to another man without barriers between us.

went on a date with an older daddy, he drove me an hour out of town to a sketchy area with a run down sex toy store with video booths that are large enough to fit half a dozen men. He made me pull my shorts down to my knees, kneel and suck his cock while he played porn with the booth door open. Within a few minutes, I could hear men coming in and out to view me sucking his cock. I heard men commenting how sexy my ass looked and how my date should ejaculate in my mouth and make me swallow it all. Next thing I knew someone came over to fondle my ass, my genital and stuck his finger in my pussy. And someone else's hand started to fondle me as well. My date kept on shoving my head into his crotch so I couldn't raise my head to look how many men were in the booth. Some guy started to rub his cock on my butthole and I felt him spitting on pussy just before he pressed his hard cock really hard against my pussy to try to force it in while he was jacking off hard, and then I felt him ejaculating, warm cum hit pressed against my butthole and running down my balls. Some guy told him to move out of the way since he came already, and that dude just jammed his cock into my cum lubed butthole and plowed away. I so wanted to ask "are you clean?" But my date was too busy fucking my face and kept on pushing my head down. While I was getting used, I heard some guy brought his girlfriend over to have her watch, and she was shocked. I heard her commenting how gross it was seeing the semen running down my balls. My date was getting so excited, he began to moan loud as he started to ejaculate, and some dude rushed over to my face and blew his load right on my face and mouth as date was ejaculating. The guy plowing my pussy also started to ejaculate, and I so wanted to tell him to pull out, but I was chocking on my date's cock and swallowing his semen. I hope I didn't catch anything.

You could just try bending over a bench with your jeans around your ankles (I'd advise leaving your wallet elsewhere.) That's generally a good indication that your cunt is public domain. Wear fewer clothes......wear really short shorts. Split your shorts/jeans open at the ass (velcro?) so they are easily accessible.

Quick Christmas eve story. Here in the southern hemisphere, it’s hot summer weather. Christmas Eve was a hot day. I was at work, driving around fixing stuff, it’s a bit hot and sweaty and I have on dirty work clothes. It was busy, but we have a half day or Christmas Eve. I finished work, I have been horny all week, so I went online to see if anyone was about. A guy I have met before said he is up to drop a load. I have met him at a spot at the park, in the forest by the river, I think it’s near where he works. I got down there in ten minutes. I lubed my hole. He arrived a few minutes later. He turns up in sports kit with thin baggy shorts, I can see his cock bulge through the shorts, he is half hard. I guess he is going to the gym. He drops his shorts, I do the same. We stroke each other, he gets hard and feels my crack, he turns me around and eases his cock in. I push my shirt up, because it’s pretty hot. I brace against a tree, and he starts fucking, he has a decent sized cock, I tell him to just go for it and use my hole, and blow…. He fucks for about five minutes, I bend low and take a wide stance, so he can get in deep. I can feel his belly against my back. He blows his load and holds his cock in for a minute. He pulls out and his cock is bigger than I thought. I am still horny, I look at my app again and there is another guy I have met before, who wants to drop a load. So I send him the location and he is there in ten minutes. A lucky break for me. There are a lot of guys online, I guess that guys need to blow a load, so they are relaxed for Christmas Day. I take the dude to the same place, and repeat the fuck session almost exactly, but this time my ass is lubed with lube and cum. He has a slightly shorter cock, but with a large cock head. I am glad my ass is already stretched out a bit. I remember it was a slow start the previous time I met him. He fucks me hard, I tell him to blow, he blows his cum in me. He wishes me Merry Christmas. I gave him a hug. I am happy to have got two loads. I start driving home. But I am hard and still horny, so I drop by another park that is good to meet dudes in. There was a guy sitting in his car, he follows me into the forest, we have a play, but he is not up for fucking so I tell him to jack off and blow his cum on my ass. He is into it. So I leave with a cum on my ass and two in my hole. As I am leaving the park, there is a guy on a bench. So I go down the trail, so he sees where I am going and I sit on a low branch waiting to see if he is looking. He turns up a minute later, and he is wearing floppy soccer shorts and a sleeveless tee, no underwear, I can see his cock head line through the fabric, I love summer clothes. He stands right in front of me with his cock near my face, so I run my hand up his smooth leg, up inside his shorts to touch his cock head. He moves closer, so I slide my hand to rub his balls and into his lubed up ass crack. I know he wants cock in his ass. I want to just fuck him and blow, I stand up and we both drop our shorts, he leans over a tree branch and huffs some poppers. I slide my cock in slowly and deeply. He pushed back and he must be spinning with poppers. I slowly start fucking him and I get faster and he pushes back with each stroke. I strip off my shirt, because it’s hot and sweaty. He wants my load in his ass, I tell him I am going to blow my load in him. He wants it, I wrap my arms around him and hold him grinding our sweaty bodies together. I whisper in his ear, I tell him he’s going to get cum in his ass. I am close to blowing, so I bear hug him to stop him from moving and I hold my cock in him as pump my load in his ass. I head home, but stop by the supermarket to buy a couple last things for Christmas, I am sweaty and dirty, but it’s hot and I am wearing my dirty work clothes. People will just think I had a tough work day. Merry Christmas everyone.

This happened about two months ago when I was at a party at one of my friend's house. It was getting late I wanted to start to head for home. I had a few drinks but I was not drunk by any means. The only reason I stayed so long was because there was this really hot guy there who I would love to fuck. But he went home by himself. As I was driving home I saw this whitish object along the road and it looked like it was moving. I thought it was a damn deer. Well it was not a deer, but instead a nice young two-legged buck. I stopped and asked him if he was ok. The kid looked drop dead gorgeous. If he was over 19, I would have been surprised. He said that he had been out drinking with friends, and they had dropped him off out here and he had to get back into town. I, being the nice guy that I am, gave him a ride, all the time I was wondering how I was going to get into his pants and get to fuck his cherry ass with my hot poz cock. I asked him if he wanted to go home or come over to my place for some beers, maybe watch a movie. Well it did not take him long to decide on the beers and movies. I have a couple of straight porn DVDs just for this kind of occasion. So we started to drink, and after a while when he was feeling pretty good, then I popped in the porn. I accidentally popped in a bi movie, to see how he reacted. I could tell the movie was having a effect on him. He was discretely (I’m sure he thought), rubbing his cock through the denim of his pants. I told him that it would be ok, since we are there alone if he wanted to take it out and stroke it, that no one would know. He agreed since we had never seen each other before, and because he was well on his way to being drunk. I went to get him another beer, and when I came back, he had his cock out; naturally I followed suit. We sat there for about 10 minutes slowly stroking. I noticed he seemed not a little interested in my tool, so I gave him an ample view, by shucking my trousers and briefs down to my knees. He followed my example, and after a couple minutes of look-see, I then asked him if I could touch his dick, and he slurred sure. I stroked it for him, playing with the pre-cum rubbing it up and down his cock. It was a nice cock, about 7.5" cut and it had a nice head. I kept stroking his cock for a while and then I asked if I could suck it. When he did not say anything, I took it as a yes and slowly went down on him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the movie was into a gay scene, two guys going down on each other. He asked me if he could suck my dick. Of course, I replied sure, repositioning myself to accommodate him. He started to suck slowly on it, getting just the head into his mouth. Not surprisingly, he was rather inexperienced, but fortunately, I was not, so I knew just how to move the play to the next plane. I played with his cock, ass and tits, doing my best to keep the excitement building. He kept working on my cock, and what he lacked in technique, he certainly made-up for with enthusiasm. Sensing the time was ripe, I stood-up and pulled my pants up, asking if he wanted to go into the bedroom, with the suggestion we’d be more comfortable. At this point, the two guys started to fuck each other. He asked me if I had ever done that and I told him yes. I asked if he was interested and he replied he had thought about it, as he pulled his pants up. Smiling, I told him we could try that as well, so, taking his hand, I lead him into the bedroom, I stripped, and helped him out of his clothing, positioning him on his back. I started by kissing his chest, sucking on his perky nipples and working my way down to his cock, getting his hard, engorged cock all nice and wet. Then I moved on to his balls and ass by lifting his legs and rimming his musky hole. Clearly, it was a new experience for him - frankly, I thought he was going to jump out of the bed with excitement. He loved it. He was moaning and groaning ad telling me not to stop. I told him I had to stop, because I had something that would make him feel better. I got out the lube and prepared his hole. He asked me if I was going to fuck him and I said yes. He asked me if I needed a condom, and I told him not unless he had something that I was going to catch. He said he was clean, and then he let me start to fuck him. His ass was so fucking tight, but for it, he was a natural bottom. After a minute or two of adjustment, he began flexing his muscle around my cock and almost made me cum too soon. I looked right into his eyes and watched him as I was fucking him, knowing that I was going to be infecting this cherry boy. I went for about 20 minutes, at which point I couldn’t take it any longer. I shot my load deep into his tight hole as he shot his load out onto his chest. We rested for about 10 minutes, cuddling together on the bed. To my pleasure, he then asked if I could fuck him again. Naturally I told him I would love to. I was going to make this a night he was never going to forget. It was so fucking hot. The next morning he left and I have not seen him again, but I am certain he will be thinking of me in a few months.

When I was in my 20’s, I chased after guys in their 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s. Not only was I so attracted to them, they were so good at sex. They’re more passionate and caring. They knew exactly what felt good. Interestingly, as I’ve gotten older, I still love daddies much older than me.

With the Holidays here, now's the time to do something both unexpected - and pleasing - for someone else. It costs nothing to say something like Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, or Happy New Year to someone you know (or don't), and it'll make both you and the other person feel a smidge better about everything. And then, head off to the tubs for the *real* celebrations !!!

I do the same if a top uses a condom. It actually turns them on watching me dump their sperm up my hole and they often help finger it inside me, playing with their cum and my hole. While I hate latex, the feel is awful, I won’t refuse a cock. I’ll do my best to try and talk them into raw breeding me, but if that doesn’t work then I’ll let them fuck me covered. Same tactic if I’m trying to breed a safe only bottom. Except I refuse to use a condom. They won’t get my cock if I’m shooting my load into a rubber.

Chapter 8- New Year, New Me Clearview University- North Campus. 05:44 MST. 20-Dec-20XX. REDACTED location. The SUV hummed steadily as it cut through the snow, tires whispering over packed ice. On the side was the emblem for BLACKWELL, Bio-Level Authority for Containment, Knowledge & Epidemiological Lockdown. It had been formed shortly after the Helixion Event claimed their entire team, Black Sigma, just 3 months prior. The windows were darkened, the interior lit only by the dull glow of the instrument panel bleeding in from the front. In the passenger seat, Tobias Vahn leaned back with one boot braced against the floor, a bag of hastily eaten fast food resting loosely between his knees, looking far too relaxed for a man headed into quarantine. Elias Kade sat beside him, rigid, arms folded, eyes fixed on the blurred white landscape sliding past the glass. He hadn’t spoken since they’d left the checkpoint. “So,” Tobias said finally, breaking the silence like he always did, casual and careless. “What’re your Christmas plans?” Elias’s head turned slowly. The look he gave him could have frozen the engine block. “Playing dumb now, are we? Didn’t your brother already tell you how thrilled I was opening the care package your mother sent?” Elias asked flatly. Tobias grinned. “Trevor? Oh yeah. He mentioned it all right.” He nudged Elias’s side lightly with his elbow. “Said Mom sent the onesies already. Red nose. Felt antlers. Just for the newest member of the family.” Elias looked away again. “Don’t you dare call me Rudolph.” That only made Tobias laugh. “Don’t even try to deny enjoying the tradition. I bet Trev already asked you to guide his sleigh.” Elias didn’t respond. He shifted in his seat, jaw tightening, and after a beat deliberately changed the subject. “Just… give me the rundown, Tex.” Tobias straightened a little, the humor draining just enough to let something professional surface. “All right… Reaper.” He tapped the tablet mounted to the seat in front of them, pulling up the case file. “Frat house. Phi Alpha Gamma.” Elias nodded, activating the turn signal and slowing down at their exit. Tobias snorted. “Jesus… what a name.” Elias looked over at him and let out a bored sigh looking at him. “What’s so funny now?” “Phi Alpha Gamma… FAG House? Really? Whatever… keep forgetting you never were part of the Greek system…” Elias rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the road. “Anyways… Seven residents,” Tobias continued. “All male. All enrolled. All failed to show for finals. Campus security did a welfare check after a few professors escalated.” The SUV passed under a streetlight. For a moment, Elias’s face was starkly illuminated—focused, alert. “Security found signs of a struggle,” Tobias said. “Furniture displaced. Decorations destroyed. No bodies. No sign of forced entry however.” “Local PD?” Elias asked. “Called in. Then immediately sent away once preliminary forensics came back.” Tobias scrolled. “Multiple biological residues found on site. Samples confirmed as bodily fluids. All samples tested positive for HIV-3, complete with the markers for human mutagen variants.” Elias closed his eyes briefly. Opened them again. “Quarantine?” “Full lockdown,” Tobias said. “BLACKWELL took jurisdiction. Media blackout in place. Anyone who came in contact tested, no positives in anyone.” The SUV slowed as they approached the perimeter. Flashing hazard lights reflected off the snowbanks ahead. Tobias glanced at Elias. “We were too late,” he added quietly. “Again.” Elias didn’t answer. He reached for his respirator, already slipping back into mission mode. The SUV rolled to a controlled stop just short of the cordon. Red and amber lights pulsed against the snow, painting the night in slow, warning colors. Beyond them, the frat house sat dark and ordinary, its porch light burned out, windows black. It looked abandoned in the way only places that shouldn’t be empty ever do. Tobias flicked the tablet fully toward Elias. “A’right,” he said, business now. “Names, faces, and what we know.” Elias leaned in, eyes tracking as Tobias scrolled. Each profile slid past with the same sterile formatting—photo, age, role in the house, medical notes. Normal kids. Normal histories. Nothing that justified a BLACKWELL response on its own. “Campus security went in first,” Tobias continued. “They thought it was booze, finals stress, maybe a prank gone wrong. Found overturned furniture, broken ornaments, the tree down. No blood. No bodies.” Elias’s gaze sharpened. “But I’m sure plenty of biologicals.” “Damn… looks like everywhere,” Tobias said. “Floors. Furniture. Basement stairs. Maintenance room.” He paused. “That’s when PD backed off and called us.” He tapped a file and brought up lab results. “Semen. Urine. Saliva.” Elias didn’t react outwardly, but his shoulders tightened. “Like I was saying, all samples were positive for HIV-3 and HMV…” Tobias added. “Extremely high viral load. Uniform markers.” Elias exhaled slowly through his nose. “That doesn’t happen by accident.” “No,” Tobias agreed. “Which is why the house is locked down. Quarantine radius established within the hour. Media blackout—‘carbon monoxide leak’ for now.” “And the missing?” Elias asked. “Seven residents,” Tobias said. “No confirmed sightings since the night before finals. Phones dead or abandoned on site. No exit footage. Nothing on traffic cams.” The SUV’s engine idled softly. Snow tapped against the roof like static. Tobias hesitated, then scrolled further. “One more thing.” Elias glanced up. “What.” “Frat vice president,” Tobias said. “Derek Vance.” He brought the file up and held it there. “Medical history includes a confirmed CCR5-Δ32 mutation.” Elias went very still. Tobias didn’t look at him as he continued. “Same mutation you have.” Silence stretched between them, thick and loaded. Elias nodded once. “Meaning resistance,” he said quietly. “Not immunity.” “Exactly,” Tobias replied. “Which means if he’s involved—” “—then maybe we have a chance at a new ally,” Elias finished. They both looked toward the house again. The lights ahead flickered as a generator kicked somewhere in the perimeter. The snow kept falling. The frat house remained dark. Whatever had happened inside it had selected its targets carefully. And it hadn’t finished speaking yet. — They suited up in silence. Respirators sealed with practiced ease, filters clicking into place with the soft, final sound of containment protocols engaging. Tobias adjusted the straps at Elias’s shoulder automatically, muscle memory from other sites like this—places where the air itself had become a liability. “Feels festive,” Tobias muttered, glancing at the snow piling against the curb. Elias didn’t answer. His eyes were on the house. Phi Alpha Gamma sat behind police tape and portable floodlights, its Greek letters still bolted proudly above the door. Someone had tried to decorate for Christmas. A string of lights drooped unevenly along the porch railing, half of them dark. One red bulb blinked intermittently, slow and tired, like a failing pulse. They crossed the threshold together. The front door stuck before giving way with a dull crack, wood warped by cold. Inside, the smell hit immediately even through the respirators—stale beer, the reek of cigar smoke, pine sap, old urine, something metallic beneath it all. The air felt wrong. Not thick, exactly. Just… used. Tobias swept his light across the living room. The Christmas tree lay on its side near the television, ornaments shattered across the floor like glittering debris. Tinsel clung to the couch cushions. One stocking hung torn from the mantle, its contents spilled and trampled. “No forced entry,” Tobias said quietly. “Whatever happened, it started inside.” Elias moved slowly, methodical. His gaze tracked details Tobias knew better than to ignore: drag marks in the carpet, smears on the arm of the couch already flagged with biohazard tape, a half-empty beer bottle knocked beneath the coffee table. The television was still on. Static hissed softly, filling the room with white noise. Tobias frowned and muted it. The sudden quiet felt heavier than the sound had. “Basement?” Elias asked. “Eventually,” Tobias said. “But let’s finish the main floor first.” They moved deeper into the house. The kitchen showed signs of interruption rather than chaos—chairs pushed back, a case of bottled beer stacked neatly near the counter as if someone had been in the middle of moving it. A faint trail of boot prints led toward the back hallway, then vanished. Elias stopped near the couch. “There,” he said. Tobias followed his line of sight. A single gift box sat on the center cushion, perfectly upright amid the mess. Red wrapping paper. A crisp silver bow. Untouched by the surrounding destruction. Two names were written on the tag in neat block letters. FOR TEX AND REAPER Neither of them moved for a moment. “Forensics couldn't have missed that,” Tobias said softly. “No,” Elias agreed. “That’s for us. Seems someone must have snuck in and left it for us.” The house creaked around them, settling in the cold. Somewhere deeper inside, a pipe knocked once and fell quiet. Elias stepped forward. “The Alpha wanted us to see this.” Elias stared at the box for a long moment before touching it. Protocol said to wait for a containment tech. Protocol also said do not interact with unknown media devices. But nothing about this scene had followed protocol so far, and the longer Elias looked at the box, the more certain he became that it wasn’t going anywhere on its own. Tobias shifted beside him. “You want me to call in a team and—” “No,” Elias said quietly. “If this is meant to be seen, it’s meant for us. I’m sure he wouldn’t leave us any clues on it.” He picked it up. The box was light. No ticking. No vibration. Inside, nestled in cheap green tissue paper, was a single black flash drive. No logos. Just plastic and metal, clean and deliberate. Elias’s jaw tightened. Picking it up and turning it around before finally seeing the small Korean anime girl etched on the case. “Of course,” Tobias muttered. “One of Pixel’s, I’m sure. Because who else would leave us such a clue?” They exchanged a glance. Then Elias walked to the television, inserted the drive into the side port, and stepped back. A single movie file was on the drive, and grabbing the remote, Elias selected it and hit play. The screen flickered. Static gave way to video. At first, it was hard to tell what they were seeing. The footage was shaky, handheld—someone laughing just out of frame. The camera swung wildly, catching glimpses of the frat house interior they were standing in now, but altered. Darker. Warmer. Lit by blinking red and green Christmas lights that were no longer there. Then the figures came into view. Tall. Inhumanly broad. Black, glossy skin reflecting the lights like polished stone. Horns curved from their heads in shapes that felt intentional—decorative, even. Several of them turned toward the camera at once. Each one waving at the screen. Their old team. Tobias inhaled sharply. “Jesus…” More figures moved into frame. Young men. Naked. Smiling. Elias’s stomach dropped as recognition set in—faces from the files he’d read in the SUV. Noah. Evan. Paul. Zach. Ty. Bran. All standing among the creatures as if they belonged there. All in advanced stages of being transformed. Every one of them looked altered in horrifying ways: posture too relaxed, expressions too vacant, eyes pure black. Horns starting to grow out of their heads, skin grey, teeth sharp and glistening. Their movements were uncoordinated but eager, like performers waiting for a cue. Except one. Derek Vance stepped into the center of the frame, pulling a chair behind him and slumping into it with a happy smile. He looked… unchanged. Mostly. Still human in shape. Still smiling the same easy, arrogant smile from his student ID photo. A cigar hung from his mouth, ember glowing as he took a slow drag but his pupils were blown open, with black veins creeping off around them. “Hey, Tex. Reaper,” Derek said cheerfully, waving at the camera. “Or would you prefer Toby and Elias? Hope you had a nice Thanksgiving.” Tobias froze. “He knows us. What a cocky little shit.” Derek laughed, smoke curling around his face. “Let me guess… Tex just said something cutting… Just so you both know, we already knew you both would be coming. We figured it’d be rude not to leave you something to open for Christmas. Don’t bother checking for anything of use on the box or drive… we made sure to hide our tracks.” He gestured behind him. The creatures shifted. The transformed frat brothers moved closer together. Someone off-camera began humming. The tune was unmistakable. Elias felt his blood go cold. The camera tilted, capturing a line of creatures standing behind each transforming frat guy. As if on cue, Derek walked over to who Eli guessed was Gravestone, the largest in the group, and quickly backed himself onto the massive cock with a groan, pulling out the cigar out of his mouth and locking lips with him before placing it in Gravestone’s mouth. Gravestone grinned at the camera and smacked Derek’s ass hard. For a brief moment they all stood there, and then it began. Each one of their former teammates took a turn, slamming their dick hard into their frat boy, as each frat boy began to individually moan in key each word to “We Wish You A Merry Christmas.” Tobias turned away instinctively, letting out a muttered curse, but Elias couldn’t. His eyes burned. His hands clenched at his sides. Right as they reached the final part of the song, they sang in unison. “We wish you a Merry Christmas…” The camera rotated again as the sound of growls and moans echoed out into the room, each man cumming on the floor or into a frat brother. The camera stopped moving and faced the one holding it. The Alpha. Larger than the others. Horns more elaborate. Its grin was wide, teeth gleaming. It lifted one clawed hand and waved slowly at the lens. The gesture was almost friendly. The video cut back to Derek, with his cigar back in his mouth. His eyes were fully black now. “And a Happy New Year, Elias. We’re coming for you soon.” “Fucking bastard,” Elias whispered, jaw clenched. “Our master wanted me to say we’re long gone,” he said pleasantly. “Too late again, buddy. But don’t worry though—he’s very excited to see you.” He leaned closer to the camera drawing on his cigar and blowing it at the camera, before blowing a kiss at it.. The screen went black. The house was silent again. Tobias swallowed hard. “Elias… what in the actual fuck…” Elias didn’t answer. He was staring at the dark screen, his reflection faintly visible in it. The Alpha hadn’t just escaped. It had planned this. And it knew exactly who was coming next. Like it had a fucking crystal ball or something. Silence held the room long after the television went dark. Elias was the first to move. He reached up and pulled off his respirator, dragging in a sharp breath that tasted like dust and disinfectant and something older underneath. Tobias followed suit more slowly, rubbing a hand over his face as if that might erase what they’d just seen. “That was some psy-ops level shit right there. Tell me you’re as fucking disgusted as I am,” Tobias said finally. “Please.” Elias shook his head once. “Too coherent. Too… personal. He’s playing with us now.” He crossed the room and knelt near the couch, careful not to touch anything. The gift box sat open where he’d left it, innocent now, like it had never held anything at all. Around them, the house felt suddenly smaller—walls closing in, shadows pressing closer. Elias tapped his comm. “BLACKWELL Command, this is Reaper,” he said. His voice was steady, even if the rest of him wasn’t. “We’ve confirmed contact with the Alpha. I repeat, confirmed. Evidence recovered includes direct communication, pre-recorded taunting, and proof of full conversion of all seven subjects.” A pause. Static crackled faintly. “Copy that, Reaper,” came the reply, clipped and controlled. “We were able to see it ourselves from your live feed. Upload all the data immediately. New orders are pending.” Tobias leaned against the wall, arms crossed tight over his chest. “They left it for us,” he said quietly. “Not just the video. The house. The scene. Like a god damn calling card.” “Yes,” Elias said. “And a warning.” His comm chimed again. “Reaper, listen carefully,” Command said. “Site status is now a Level 5 Quarantine. No recovery. No rescue. No pursuit beyond perimeter. You are to disengage and await further instruction.” Elias’s jaw tightened. “Disengage,” he repeated. “With respect, Command, the Alpha is mobile. It’s recruiting. It knows our identities.” “We’re aware,” Command said. “Which is why this just escalated to Level 5. BLACKWELL is assuming full jurisdiction. A joint task force is being assembled.” Tobias let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Another fucking task force. Great. Like the last one they got.” “Tex,” Elias said softly, without looking at him. Command continued. “Reaper, there’s another factor. Medical flagged something in the subject files you reviewed. Derek Vance.” Elias didn’t respond immediately. “Yes,” he said after a beat. “I saw it.” “The CCR5-Δ32 mutation,” Command confirmed. “Same as yours.” Tobias straightened. “Your point being?” “The guys in the lab here think it likely explains why he reacted differently,” Command went on. “Why he isn’t transformed just like you. That makes Derek a dangerous vector, Reaper. Or worse… a prototype for the Alpha.” The word hung heavy in the air. Elias closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, whatever shock he’d felt was locked down, buried under years of training. “So what are my orders?” he asked. Another pause. Longer this time. “You and Tex are to return to base immediately,” Command said. “Medical screening. Another round of antivirals. Full debrief. After that— you’ll be on immediate standby.” “Fucking lovely. There went our Christmas, Mom and Trev are going to be furious. Control, what about the Alpha?” Tobias demanded, leaning toward the comm like it might answer him directly. “The Alpha is now designated a global bio-threat,” Command replied. “Reaper?” “Yes.” “If it reaches out again… we’ll need to activate Omega protocols.” The channel went dead. Elias lowered his hand slowly. The house seemed to exhale around them, as if relieved the conversation was over. Tobias looked at him. Really looked at him. “They’re saying this is bigger than Helixion, aren’t they?” “Yes.” “And that thing—” Tobias swallowed. “It knows you.” Elias glanced once more at the dark television screen, imagining the Alpha’s grin, the casual wave. “It always did, remember?” he said, tapping his head in annoyance. He replaced his respirator and turned toward the door. “Come on,” Elias added. “We’re done here. Leave the rest to the clean up team.” They both removed their suits and tossed them into the biohazard bin, listening as it locked electronically. Behind them, the frat house remained quiet and empty—quarantined, condemned, and marked. Reaching into his pocket, Elias pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up, exhaling in annoyance. Tex looked over at him and sighed, muttering something about how Trevor would be pissed if he caught him smoking again. Elias sighed, leaving a trail of smoke behind him, his mind fixated on one thing. He knew, without a doubt, somewhere beyond the cordon, the Alpha was already planning its next gift. — Derek kept his head down as he walked, the leather collar of his jacket turned up against the cold. Sunglasses hid his eyes from the bright glow of the snow, and anyone passing him would’ve clocked him as just another student cutting through the neighborhood—nothing remarkable, nothing worth remembering. The phone pressed warm against his ear. “Hey Ty. Tell the Alpha they found it,” he said casually, voice light. “Wrapped it up real neat. Whole place is crawling with suits now.” A pause. Then a low, pleased hum from the other end. “Yeah, Blackwell is moving in now,” Derek continued, slowing as he reached the end of the block. A government SUV idled at the corner, its lights dark, engine murmuring. “They’re packing up the scene as we speak. Quarantine tape, stern faces, lots of very serious words.” He smiled. Behind the lenses, his eyes were pitch black. Another pause. Derek nodded along, even though Ty couldn’t see it. “Mm-hm. Told you they would. Always so predictable. Anyways, tell our Master that I’m off to the next recruit.” He ended the call and slipped the phone into his pocket. For a moment, he just stood there, breathing in the winter air, listening to the distant sounds of radios and engines and people who thought they were still in control. Derek pulled a cigar from his coat, bit the tip, and lit it. He drew deep, savoring the burn in his lungs, the familiar calm settling over him. Next year, he thought, amused. Next year will be even more fun. He adjusted his coat as he walked toward the waiting car, posture relaxed, unhurried. His cock was hard and digging into his hip as he walked. With a brief grope, he adjusted his now massive uncut cock and balls and kept walking, sucking harder on the cigar and enjoying the feeling of the nicotine flowing through his toxic veins. The phone buzzed in his pocket again. Derek pulled it out and glanced down at the screen as he exhaled a thick stream of smoke, opening the PigLoadr app on his phone. Cumlvr99: You close? I need your load in me so bad, dude. Been taking loads all night. He smiled as a picture of the guy’s ass loaded on the screen, gaping and dripping with white cum. He typed back without breaking stride. Daddysboi25: On my way now. Hope your ready for me to change your fucking life. He opened the car door, checking himself out in reflection, adjusting the black leather coat and aviator glasses, adjusting his wavy black hair and touching the newly-placed septum ring in his nose. Pulling out the cigar for a brief moment, he let out a large glob of spit into the snow, smiling at the ever so slightly grey tinge to it. “Fuck, I look so much hotter now,” he said, grinning at his reflection. Satisfied, Derek stepped inside, smoke curling after him as the door shut, smoke filling the cabin. “Time to go claim another victim.” The engine revved as he pulled away from the curb. And somewhere, deep beneath the city’s noise and lights, something ancient and satisfied watched the road stretch open ahead. —------------------------------------- That concludes this year’s Christmas Special. We hope you enjoyed this one-off event, as it was a lot of fun writing it. With that, Merry Christmas from the Master Pathogen team. We hope you all have a great holiday and look forward to continuing the main story in the new year! - leatherpunk16 and kspozcum

it’s all i know from day 1. condoms was never a option

I wish I could do this to every hot man ass I see

I'm really fucking verbal when we're actually fucking (bareback). I don't say "fucking bareback" though because I guess I assume (if I'm meeting someone online) that if they've scanned my profile for even a second, the "bareback" is just assumed.... @onlyraw I think it can be both of these things, but it can also be a third thing. Some gays in the early days of HIV/AIDS refused to use condoms and only fuck "raw" as opposition to the whole "safe sex" movement and what they say as the governments oppression of homosexuality and lackluster response to the early days of HIV/AIDS. Who would have thought - bareback sex as a protest! 🙂

Thank you, this is perfectly said. I never say "fucking" without saying "fucking bareback". The distinction is huge. I love using bareback as a verb and as a noun. I love seeing and hearing the word when I'm spun. If you don't mind me verbalizing during sex I'll say the word "bareback" 100 times, often without any context at all. "Unprotected" is also a hot descriptor when applied to someone's hole or cock.

For me my mission in 2026 is to maximise the amount of different guys fisting me. My dream is to take 100 different fists in my cunt in the space of one year, making it so nearly every sexual encounter I have involves multiple guys and even if they just want a blowjob or to fuck that they eventually get their hands in my hungry hole 🥵

Just got back from the gym, no drips, no runs, no errors. 🙂 A real accomplishment. Lately, once He's got me opened, He likes to pull out all the way, then plunge back in balls deep, then pull out all the way, hole gaping, then plunge back in. i wonder if He realizes He is pumping me full of air when He does that? Would be kinda hot if He knows that and does it on purpose lol, but it does make it harder later on when He is gone and i'm trying to hold HIs cum in and absorb it lol. i know other guys can relate ❤️

I can't find the words for what happened summer 2025. We were three. Me, my partner, and my first ex, the guy who took my virginity. Well, I'm the man who took my current partner's virginity. We were naked, in the hot weather, one thing led to another. And my first man, became my partner's second. It was sort of getting a rite of passage virtually back.

Been so active lately it's been so much damn fun. Whether to start or count somewhere between a few days ago being massaged and fucked and bred 5 times on the massage table and then the man taking me to a bottom and us fucking and breeding the bottom tag teaming. To the next day where went to see a top and he had a bottom and we both fucked and bred the bottom. To the baths where played with a cute bear latino guy lots of fun passionate making out and sensuality and him fucking me on all fours for a good while before breeding me and making out more and him breeding me again but this time on my back. I asked if he was a top only and he said no so we corrected that. I got hard instantly and long dick fucked him with my spit and raw uncut cock and made him moan and whimper and fucked him for a good while before breeding. To the most recent last night being fucked buy a huge long dicked guy in a play area and then an extremely hot furry bear with a sexy long beard fucking me in my room but not breeding. And then playing with a very hot older silver daddy bear who was passionate and commanding and Dominating in me sucking and servicing him and him fucking and breeding me. To fun and agressive sensual making out to me fucking him roughly and agressive and breeding him and then me riding his cock and him breeding me again. And somewhere with the next guy being a white bearded bear who I serviced and sucked and he fucked me for a bit but lots on instinctual grunts and groans and growls especially when I fucked and bred him. And then going back to my room a younger latino bearded guy with a huge long uncut cock long dicking me in my room fucking me raw. But leaving the baths and not finishing with him to go see a regular Top with a long dicked curved dick that he has me deepthroat and got to get on top of him and jack my cock against his ass and almost came from fucking his crack since he didn't want his hole fucked. After some making out and sensuality then me being on my side and him fucking me with his long curved cock until he put me on my belly and fucking pulled out completely several times abusing my hole until he fucked me furiously and bred me shooting a huge load in me. And somewhere inbetween sucking a few guys off and jacking my own cock and cumming from a man fucking my face and jacking my cock and cumming when the curved dick top fucked me.

I'm a sissy, and dress the part. I have short skirts and dresses, many different stockings, silky tops, nice wigs...you get the idea. I also wear a chastity cage for two reasons. First, it lets a man know he's in charge, and second, it keeps me from getting hard. Before I started wearing a cage, I would get hard, and even though I wanted to be the bottom, a hookup would play with my cock and make me cum. Why was that not desirable? Let's say I'd have post nut clarity, fully realize I was having sex with a man, and I'd be done. Ready to leave, or kick my partner out immediately. The mood would be over for me. My cock safely locked up makes me the bottom I want to be. I never had a steady partner. I would hook up through "dating" sites or classifieds, preferring to travel, and occasionally host. When traveling, I'd have my sexy girl clothes under something baggy, so I'd be reasonably discreet. I'd put my cage on and usually not bring the key. Sometimes I'd link with the same person more than once, but as I said, never a steady partner. One Friday night, a man named Leo hits me up on chat. I've been with him a couple of times over the past year or so. Nice full cock, but not too big. Taller with a chubby build. I try not to criticize anyone for their hobbies, but Leo was a bit of a drinker. Sometimes his chats would start to get incoherent, then stop. He'd later explain he was drinking. This night, his texts were staying cool, so my chances of going over were good. He's looking at my profile tags and asking questions. Leo: It says here you like groups? Me: Ive only been with 2 men at once, one time. Would love to do it again (lol) Leo: and bondage? Me: yeah, nothing crazy, just like handcuffs. Light bondage stuff Leo: I know you like it when I smack your ass, you like it rough, right bitch? Me: Yes daddy Leo: I'm gonna rape you tonight Me: Damn, I've always fantasized about being raped..... Leo: Get your fat ass over here bitch Me: yes sir, be there in 30 I clean out and dress up in a PVC mini-dress, fishnet stockings, lacy panties, and of course, my cage with it’s little padlock locked. I was not taking the key. I put some sweat pants and a loose jacket on and was at Leo’s in 30 minutes. He opens the door and invites me in. I quickly shed the jacket and pants. He’s all over me, feeling my ass, kissing the back of my neck while he leads me to the bedroom. I can tell he’s been drinking a little, but not really drunk. He pulls my hands behind me and clicks on some handcuffs. Before I can argue, he’s kissing me, shoving his tongue down my throat. I can taste the tequila he’s been drinking. This big, alpha black man has complete control of my sissy white ass. He pulls down his shorts revealing his massive black cock, and forces me on my knees to admire it. To kiss it. To open my throat and accept this manhood. Leo pulls away and grabs the bottle of tequila on his dresser and takes a big, long drink from it. He returns facing me and gets on his knees, and pulls down my panties. Leo: Where’s the key? Me: At home, sir Leo: Wait here, I can’t rape you in this cage thing. He gets up and leaves the room. He comes back with a large pair of wire cutters and proceeds to cut the padlock off of my chastity cage. He starts stroking my little cock, getting it as hard as I can get. He goes and takes another big drink of tequila. Me: Hey, I’m really not looking... Leo: Shut your sissy faggot mouth! Said I’m gonna rape you! Leo gets on his knees and takes my cock in his mouth. He starts sucking quickly and with vigor. He stops for a moment. Leo: Don’t you dare cum in my mouth, I ain’t no faggot. Me: Yes sir. He gets me so close in no time by sucking. Me: Oh god, I’m gonna cum! Leo: Don’t you dare! He puts his lips back on my cock and I explode! While I’m still cumming he stands up and slaps me across the face. I fall back on the bed and the handcuffs click a few notches tighter, digging into my wrists. Me: Ok, that was fun. You need to uncuff me, I’m done. Leo: Sure, lemme put that metal thing back on ya dick. Leo’s definitely drunk now. His speech is slow and slurred. He’s not gentle putting the cage back on and gets my skin pinched a couple times. He has a wire tie to lock the cage back on. I now am feeling a little ridiculous with this cage on, in a mini-dress, handcuffed tightly. Me: Cool, thanks. Can you uncuff me so I can go home? He smacks me across my face again. Leo: I ain’t started raping you yet! Now you’re not willing an wanna leave. Now it’s the rape you wanted bitch. He smacks me again, and I start to cry. He flips me on my belly and spreads my legs. He restrains them to the corners of the bed with some straps. He pulls my ass up and I think he’s going to fuck me raw against my will, but he’s gone soft. He comes around and positions himself so he can lay down and makes me suck his dick, and while I’m doing just that on his mostly soft cock, he falls asleep. I stop sucking. The handcuffs are really starting to dig in and hurt. I work myself down the bed and try to undo the straps around my ankles. That’s when I hear the front door shut. I start to panic. Unknown voice: Leo! Where are you at? Got our money? Three (or maybe four) men come in the bedroom and start laughing at Leo passed out and me helplessly restrained dressed up as a sissy in the bed. They start looking around the room for money. Me: Hey guys, can you let me up? I was just here for a little fun before he passed out. I can help look for the money. Unknown man: Listen fag. We’re not gay, but if we can’t find the money, we’re going to each take a turn fucking you to teach Leo a lesson. Do you like being his girlfriend now bitch? I was speechless and helpless. I lost track of how many cocks slammed my ass. My wrists were bleeding from the cuffs. None of the men bothered with a condom. After they all were done they left me restrained to the bed and handcuffed. I was trying to undo the straps when Leo woke up. Leo: Where the fuck you think you’re going? I’m going to rape your ass now bitch. After I cum, I’ll let you go. Joe and the gang will be over for some cash I owe them. You don’t want to cross them, those nasty fags all are POZ and try to trick anyone they can into taking their dirty seed...

my dick

I'm having a sale on clothes and condoms back at my place... They're both gonna be 100% off. Those are some nice legs... What time do they open for breeding? I am being cheesy though. I will just say I want his ass flat out.

A clear nonverbal for me is when a man slides his hand over my ass and slips his middle finger between my crack. Either over my pants or on my bare ass it’s a clear indication that he wants to breed me. Another is when they turn me around. Then I know they want me to bend over for breeding. No need for talk. I know what he needs.

but I think my favorite is when a guy grabs my ass without any words or while introducing himself, or slips his hand down my shorts and puts his finger on my hole.

Kevin woke up to a new chapter in his life. He had just graduated as a mechanic and had gotten his first job. He had applied as an expat for a company that was looking for young men to help out on an oil rig. It was hard work but well paid. He would be away from home for three months, then have six weeks' leave, followed by another three months of non-stop work. They were looking for single men who weren't afraid of hard labour and who could be missed from home for long periods of time. The hard work didn't scare Kevin, because he had been used to working hard since childhood. Only being away from home for so long made him hesitate to take the job, but the recruiter had reassured him that he would be part of a warm family that would take him in completely and that he would not suffer from homesickness. On the contrary, the recruiter had told him, after your first trip you will be eager to get back to work. So that morning, Kevin reported to his new boss, who was already waiting for him. He was told that he first had to sign some papers for insurance and such, and when that was done, he was told that before he left for the platform, he would first receive two weeks of training on safety and what his job would exactly entail. Together with three other new guys, he was taken to the company's departure base. Kevin looked at the other guys and thought to himself that he wasn't the most muscular man around, but he thought he was okay. However, he wondered what two of the other guys would be doing on an oil rig. They were skinny and didn't exactly look muscular or very fit. The last one was a bit like him, but not really the type you would think would work on an oil rig. When they arrived at the base, they were put in a helicopter and flown to their private island where they had their training center and vacation homes for employees who wanted to use them. The training center was located on a small island a few kilometers off the coast. From the air, it looked breathtaking. You could see a few cottages on the beach, behind them was dense forest, and in the middle of the island you could see a large building surrounded by a few sports fields. Everything was surrounded by a sturdy fence, and Kevin wondered why such a large fence was necessary for a training center on an island. The helicopter landed on the platform, and when the blades began to slow down, a company employee opened the helicopter door and let the boys out. Kevin and the others looked at the employee who opened the door and welcomed them, and all four of them had the same feeling. There was something strange about the man who welcomed them. He looked fit and muscular, but he also looked a bit pale, and he was wearing a kind of leather armor under his slightly transparent wife beater. Kevin stepped out of the helicopter and was overwhelmed by the heat and humidity. But the boys didn't have much time to think about it or adjust to their new surroundings, because they had to follow him inside the center. When they entered the center, several men were waiting for them. Kevin could immediately see that the man in the middle was in charge, because he looked extremely masculine and dominant, and his appearance radiated alpha male. He wasn't someone you would tell what to do, but someone who gave you orders. Kevin and the others were very impressed by the chief's appearance. J: Welcome, recruits. I am Master Chef John Raine. I am a former army colonel and will be helping to train you here. So that when your training is complete, you will be able to work effectively and support the team. The boys nodded and were even more impressed now that they had heard the master chef speak. J: You will soon be divided according to your specifications and will follow an individual program. Later, you may give your name to my instructors here, and they will take you to your quarters for the duration of your training period. J: I value discipline, respect, and chain of command. I want to be addressed as master chef at all times, and you should address my instructors as sir. Keep in mind that you will be under constant evaluation during your training, and if you are not found to be suitable, you will be dismissed. Understood. The boys nodded. J: Understood. Yes, master chef. The boys shouted. Kevin wondered what he had gotten himself into and whether he had ended up in the right place, because he was supposed to be working on an oil rig and had not applied to join the army. J: All right then. Go to the instructors one by one and say your name. Kevin stepped forward and went to the instructor who was holding a folder with papers in his hands and said his name. Instructor: Name. K: Kevin... Before he could say his full name, the instructor interrupted him. I: Delta. Another instructor approached Kevin. Instructor 2: Follow me. Kevin looked back and saw the next one walking forward. He heard him say his name, Tommy, and the instructor said Beta. As he walked further down the hallway, he heard Dylan, Gamma, and Zack, Alpha. The instructor walked through several white, hospital-smelling corridors and stopped in front of a door. He opened the door and Kevin saw a small room with only a bed, toilet, closet, and shower. That's all I need for the next two weeks, he thought. The instructor let him in and said he would be back shortly, but that he could put his things in the closet first. Kevin started taking out his things and putting them in the closet, and when he was done, the instructor came back in with some papers he had to sign, a measuring tape, a bottle of water, and some pills. Kevin looked at the pills strangely. But before he could say anything, the instructor said. I 2: You have to take these pills because we have some nasty mosquitoes here, and if they bite you, you'll get very sick. It's just for your own safety. The papers you have to sign are to give your consent to take these pills. We have to do this for our safety advisor. Kevin nodded, took the pills and the bottle of water and swallowed them. He took the papers and saw the header: I, Kevin, take the pills voluntarily and am aware of ... Kevin didn't read the rest because he knew it would be correct and signed the papers. The instructor took the tape measure and began to take Kevin's measurements. I 2: This is so we can order your gear so that when you are operational, you have the right gear in the right size. Kevin nodded again and didn't think it was strange, but he thought they could have just asked him for his size. I2: Your measurements have been taken. I suggest you rest from your journey and I'll come and get you in an hour for the tour and introduction. Kevin left the room and lay down on his bed, and before he knew it, his eyes closed and he fell asleep. When he woke up again, the room was completely dark, he was completely naked, and he felt a cold collar around his neck and wrists. Kevin didn't have long to think about it because the door opened. Automatically, Kevin hid his limp dick with his hands from whoever was entering his room. I2: Okay, I see you're awake. Follow me. K: Um, how come I'm naked and there's a collar around my neck and wrists? I2: I saw you were asleep and took off your clothes, but you didn't wake up. The collar is to take your parametric readings, and your clothes are off because you have to go for your medical checkup. Kevin thought it was very strange that he didn't know anything about this and that he hadn't woken up, but he got up anyway and, with his hand covering his crotch, followed the instructor. But he felt very uncomfortable with the situation. They walked through a few corridors and the instructor opened a door and Kevin was allowed to go in. I2: Lie down on the bed, the doctor will be here shortly. Kevin lay down on the bed and not much later a man in a white coat with papers in his hand came in. Doctor: Okay, Kevin, I'll do a quick check-up so you can get back to what you were doing. He took some blood, Kevin had to pee in a cup, and the doctor did a few tests with it. In the meantime, he was measured again, weighed, had to bend over, had his balls felt, and the doctor asked a few more questions, which Kevin answered. 😧 Okay, Kevin, I'll just quickly look at the results of the tests I've done and then you can get back to work. The doctor looked at the tests and seemed concerned. Kevin noticed this. K: Is something wrong, doctor? 😧 Well, I can see from the initial results that you have a vitamin deficiency and that I will need to do some further tests. But I can give you those vitamins now. He went to his pill cabinet, took a blue pill, and made a drink. 😧 Here, drink this and swallow the pill. I'll put in your file that you need to take this every day. Kevin took the pill and the drink and gulped it down. It tasted awful, but luckily it wasn't a large amount and the taste quickly disappeared from his mouth. 😧 Okay, lie back down on the bed. The instructor will come and get you in a moment and take you to try on your clothes. Kevin lay down on the bed and waited for the instructor to come and get him. It took a while, but after about fifteen minutes, the door to the doctor's office opened. To his surprise, it wasn't the instructor who came in, but the master chef. K: Hello, master chef. J: Good job, boy. I see you've been paying attention. J: Everything is going well. K: Yes, master chef. The master chef looked at Kevin and saw that his eyes were already rolling back in his head, and he knew that the G Kevin had just taken was starting to work. J: Good. Stand up straight, boy, so I can examine you. Kevin thought it was very strange that the master chef wanted to examine him, but because he was so impressed by the man and because he knew he was being evaluated constantly, he stood up straight and hid his cock with his hands. J: Hands by your sides, boy. You don't have to be ashamed here, we're all men. Kevin lowered his hands to his sides. The master chef walked around him and examined him closely. J: That doesn't look bad, boy. I heard from the doctor that you need to take some vitamins every day. K: Yes, master chef. J: Good. Kevin felt the master chef's hands on his biceps and then on his shoulders. Kevin started to feel warm and also felt his head getting light, and to his great surprise, he also felt his cock starting to swell. Kevin started to blush and hoped that the master chef wouldn't notice. The master chef felt Kevin's back and then let his hand fall on Kevin's ass and squeezed it. Kevin was extremely shocked by this and took a step forward and then immediately back. Without saying anything, the master chef's hand then moved to Kevin's chest and the master chef lowered his hand and grabbed Kevin's swollen cock. Kevin had had enough and wanted to protest, but didn't get the chance. Because before he could say anything, he felt a shock go through his body. A shock caused by the neck and wrist restraints he was wearing. Kevin sank to his knees and wanted to stand up again, but the master chef pushed him further down so that he was completely on his knees. J: Good boy, you have a beautiful body and will certainly be able to serve. Don't worry. Kevin was still recovering from the shock he had just received and was also getting hotter and hotter. His head also started spinning and for some reason he became horny. Kevin didn't know what was happening to him and he looked at the master chef and saw that the master chef's cock was suddenly dangling in front of his eyes. Kevin looked at the cock and then at the master chef and wanted to ask something, but the master chef spoke first. J: Well, boy, I see you're already pretty excited about this. Let's see how you can pleasure this cock with your mouth. Kevin was already flying high, but he could still think clearly. K: I'm not a cocksucker, master chef. Kevin wanted to stand up, but immediately he was shocked again. What Kevin didn't know was that there were cameras in the room and that the instructor was watching and shocking him when necessary. The master chef hit Kevin on the head. J: I said, show me how you can pleasure this cock with your mouth, boy. J: Don't lie to yourself that you're not a cocksucker because your cock betrays that you're turned on by this. So open your mouth and take that cock in your mouth. K: No, Master Chef. Again, Kevin was shocked and hit on the head, and Kevin realized he had no choice. He opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and with a face full of fear and horror, he let his lips touch Master Chef's cock. J: Yes, that's it boy, now take it in your mouth. Kevin let the glans slide past his lips and began to gag in disgust, immediately receiving another blow to the head. J: This isn't a piece of shit, boy. Get used to it, because from now on, nothing else will get between those lips of yours. Tears began to well up in Kevin's eyes as the cock slid into his mouth. J: That's better, boy, now start sucking. Kevin tasted the master chef's cock and for some reason he started to feel more and more turned on. The G was taking over and clouding Kevin's mind without him realizing it. Without realizing it, Kevin let his hands slide over his body and he fell deeper and deeper into a kind of trance. He felt the master chef place his hands on his head and push his face toward him so that the master chef's cock disappeared completely into his mouth. With his tongue, Kevin felt the master chef's cock begin to swell in his mouth. Master Chef was now rhythmically pushing Kevin's head back and forth, and Kevin felt Master Chef's cock sliding in and out of his mouth, getting thicker and bigger. J: Yes, boy, give yourself over completely. You're doing great. Kevin let himself go more and more because the G had now completely taken over and he had become very horny and was completely under the influence of Master Chef's cock and his dominance. Without Kevin realizing it, he had started jerking off his own cock and had also started sucking Master Chef's cock on his own, because Master Chef had let go of Kevin's head. J: Yes, that's it, boy, pull on your own cock and suck that nice cock. Master Chef began to moan. J: Get on all fours, boy. Kevin no longer resisted, let the cock slip out of his mouth, and got on all fours. Master Chef slid his hands over Kevin's back again. Kevin enjoyed the caress on his body and let out a soft moan. Then he felt Master Chef slap his ass, pull his butt cheeks apart, and spit saliva on his asshole. J: Start sucking again, boy. Kevin hesitated for a moment, but then turned his head and sought out Master Chef's thick, big, stiff cock with his mouth and sucked it in. Meanwhile, Master Chef had taken a small crystal from his breast pocket and was pressing it against Kevin's virgin sphincter. Kevin felt the master chef's finger pressing against his sphincter, but he couldn't resist and let it happen. He was completely in a trance and enchanted by the cock he was sucking, which no longer disgusted him. But for some reason, it excited him more and more and made him crave for more. Kevin felt the finger drill its way through his barrier and slide into his future pussy. Master Chef started fingering his ass, and he felt his ass start to glow. Kevin started moaning softly, and Master Chef saw that his sub was starting to push his ass against his finger so that it could slide in deeper. Kevin didn't know what was happening to him. He was sucking a cock with his mouth and Master Chef's finger was in his ass, and he didn't resist, but his inner self wanted more. Kevin surrendered completely and began to suck Master Chef's cock better and better and with more devotion. J: That's right, boy, surrender completely to your true self. Let the slut and whore in you come out. For some reason, Master Chef's words didn't disgust Kevin, but turned him on even more, and he began to moan louder and suck harder on Master Chef's cock. It was as if he wanted nothing more than to have his mouth filled with Master Chef's cum. J: Fuck yes, boy, let the bitch come out. Hmmmmm. You're going to be a great addition to our stress relief team. We're going to break you down completely and rebuild you so that you beg to suck cock and have your pussy fucked by a real man. Suddenly, a bottle was pushed under Kevin's nose and Master Chef told him to sniff it. Kevin, who was already pretty high, sniffed the bottle of poppers a few times and felt an extra rush of horniness coursing through his body. He also felt the fingers disappear from his ass and something thicker take its place, but it didn't hurt. On the contrary, it felt good and relieved the nagging feeling in his ass. Kevin began to moan even more and sucked hard on Master Chef's cock while playing with his own cock with his hand. This continued for a while until Master Chef began to breathe heavily. J: Fuck yeah, boy, you're going to get your first charged load. Don't let anything go to waste, understand? Let that load run down your throat. Kevin felt the master chef's cum shoot through his cock and squirt into his mouth. At that same time, Kevin came too and squirted his load onto the floor. At first, Kevin was disgusted by the cum that had been squirted into his mouth, but his horniness quickly took over and he kept the cum in his mouth. J: Good boy, now let Master's loaded load slide down your throat. Kevin looked at Master Chief and swallowed the cum. J: That's it, boy. Master Chief is proud of you. K: Thank you, Master Chief. Kevin didn't know why he said that and why he was acting so submissive. J: I see you've shot your load too, boy. Lick the floor clean. Kevin looked at his own load on the floor and felt Master Chef push his head down to the floor. He opened his mouth and licked his load off the floor with his tongue. J: Good boy, swallow that too. Kevin did as he was told, and then Master Chef Kevin pulled Kevin up by his collar. He gave him another slap on the ass and went to the door. J: You did a good job, boy. Tomorrow we'll continue with your training. Kevin nodded, even though he didn't know why he was doing this. He was still horny and flying high, but he felt that he was starting to get a better grip on the situation. Not much later, the instructor came in and took Kevin back to his room. Kevin lay down on the bed and was left alone with his thoughts racing in all directions. What had he just done and what did Master Chef say again? What is the stress relief team and why did he have to do the things he just did to work on an oil rig and did the others have to do this too?

My boy and I had a three-day weekend and decided to get away from our stifling apartment. We used our frequent flier miles to fly to South Beach for the weekend. He's been whoring out his asshole for a little over a year now, and has taken countless POZ loads. Sharing his sweet pussy with strangers really gets both of us off, especially when they may be POZ. We arrived at our hotel, checked in, unpacked, and showered. Before changing into our trunks, I ate his ass for a long while and lubed it up just in case anyone should want a piece of it. We hopped in the rental car and headed north to a gay beach I had read about online. There were other guys around, all clothed, shit, but lots of space between people sitting in the sand. We staked out our spot and raced to the water. As soon as we were waist deep, I kissed my boy all over, stuck my hands in his shorts, and started fingering his hole. After splashing around for a few minutes, we returned to our towel to relax. I suggested my boy hop out of his trunks and relube just in case the seawater had washed it out. He grinned wickedly. He reached into his bag and pulled out the lube, as well as a big dildo he likes to use to loosen his hole up before parties. Although I kept my shorts on, my cock was already hard and I knew there would be a wet spot seeping through the nylon as I began to ooze precum. With my boy on his back, fingering his hole and teasing it with the tip of the dildo, I kept an eye out for guys who might want in on this. After a few minutes, an older balding greek-looking guy with a furry chest and a bit of a belly hanging over his speedos approached. His jaw dropped. As he got closer, he slowed down. We're never picky about who gets their cock in my boy's hole, so my boy kept up the show. The guy stopped and pulled down his shorts enough to show a tiny cock with even tinier balls. He walked closer and knelt down. I reached for his dick, and I guess it freaked him out. As soon as I wrapped my hand around his dick, he came instantly. I scooped his load up in my hand as he snapped the waistband up over his pitiful little dick and ran away. Oh well. More free lube, the best kind. I pulled the dildo out of my boy's hole and slicked it up with the geek guy's cum and shoved it back it. My boy kept his show on as I worked my dick through my shorts. After what seemed like hours, a real hottie in long board shorts strolled into view. He was tanned with wavy brown hair and a bit of curly chest hair spread across his wide pecs. I though, damn, a fine body like that and he's hiding most of it with those long shorts! He slowed down as he passed by, smirked, and kept walking. Another one got away. By now, my dick was aching to cum. I slipped off my shorts, rolled my boy over onto his knees and started eating out his hole. As I was about to slide in, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that our stud had returned. I repositioned myself to slide my cock into my boy's slobbering mouth. I leaned forward and spread my boy's asscheeks, inviting the handsome stranger to dive in. The stranger got down on his knees and spit onto his fingers, then inserting one then two in my boy's stretched hole. The stranger fumbled with the laces on his boardshorts until they were loose enough to pull his impressive uncut cock out. He pulled his fingers out of my boy's hole and spit again, lubing up his cock. He slid in slowly as my boy moaned on my dick. With each thrust, the stranger picked up his pace and with each thrust, the shorts fell lower and lower around his hips. I could now see his beautiful hairy balls slapping against my boy's slutty ass. The stranger hadn't spoken a word, and seemed to be having a good time. He slid all the way in and then paused. He looked up at me, his gorgeous green eyes filled with lust. He asked, with a sexy indeterminate European accent, “Are you certain you are okay with this? Can I give him my cum?” “Hell, yes!” I replied. By then the stranger's boardshorts were puddled around his knees. My boy was backing up now to meet each raw thrust. I saw a red cross on the stranger's right thigh. “Swiss?,” I asked. “Yes. And POZ.” Fuck yeah. That's what I like!!!! My boy pulled his velvety lips off of my cock and swung his head around to catch a glimpse of this sexy Swiss stud for the first time and began pleading, “Please give me your load. Please. Please.” The stranger didn't respond with a word, but picked up his pace, working his dick all the way in, then pulling almost all the way out, then slamming forward. Over and over and over. Finally, with beads of sweat running down his beautiful chest, he lunged forward and groaned. I knew he was planting a toxic load deep in my boy's raw vulnerable hole. I couldn't help from cumming instantly. My load landed all over my boy's face and in his gaping mouth as he fisted his own hardon, spurting his juice all over the towel beneath him. The stranger smiled and pulled up his shorts over his sticky still-hard cock, said “Thank you,” and simply walked away. I dove into my boy's sticky pussy, puffy and red from its abuse. I fingered out a bit of cum, lapped it up onto my tongue, spun my boy around, and kissed him, passing the stranger's POZ cum into his mouth. I was tempted to go back for more, but wanted to leave some to simmer up there, keeping him loose and slick for more action, just in case.

In Thailand for sexation. Hot teen tourist from Taiwan from grindr it is. Just sat on his bare cock and rode him. I did not ask him. I am in heat and needed a load. Some small talk after the fuck and I could feel the load coming out. Must have been a massive one. Ah and he is not on PreP. Wonder if he is a chaser.

I would say 2000-2500 and loved every cock that has fucked and bred me. I add to that number almost on a daily basis - even if it is quick safe fuck during the working week from Grindr. But each weekend I set a target of at least 20 loads in my hole between Friday night and Sunday night. Sometimes I miss the target but more than often I beat it. very Sunday is my "slutty Sunday" at home where I have a few regulars and whoever wants to fuck me comes over throughout the day and evening. Last Sunday my first top fucked me at 11 am and the 13th different top bred me at 10.30 pm. Two doubled up and shot a second load in me so it was it was a 15 load day and night.

Where's the option for thousands lol

Thank you so much! ☺️ I would be honored to have guys help train my ass to take their fists! I admit I'm an inexperienced bottom, but I want to get better with it so guys can have a lot of fun!

what i love most is pleasing men who want to use me and see me being used. way too easy for me to go insatiable, especially when one or more tops really get into exploring my limits for me.

Give it her husband

My goal is to goon to this site as much as possible while reading your nasty posts.

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

Older men kept on asking me to let them press their bare cock against my pussy, just to rub, no insertion, just to feel good and have some extra fun. It went from simple touching, to pressing up against my pussy hard, to pressing repeatedly until it accidentally sent inside a bit. The feeling of warm shots of cum hitting my pussy made me super aroused, and some daddies just started to shove their cock into my pussy while it was drenched in their semen, gave me nothing but extreme pleasure, so I kind of just let them do it.

Definitely 100% rutting your hole deep and unloading as deep as I can - like it or not it's going balls deep. And fucking it in you for a good bit after too!

Would love to see my wife banged by a half dozen black men while I sit and jerk off watching

I fucking love all of these and would be happy to hear them hissed in my ear from behind. But I do love a simple, "Oh Fuck! I'm going to breed you. Here it cums! Oh Fuck Yea!!!

Love black dick too!

Restrooms trigger me instantly, to the point its akward for me to use them. I can NOT use urinals, I cant stand next to another man at one, I HAVE to look and see if I can see their cocks," This has got me yelled at more than once. I am also in the closet, but I have been caught and exposed several times in restrooms. Ive had bold men see me looking and ask me if I wanted it, I DROP to my knees. Most freak out a bit, not wanting to do it in the open, and either laugh at me as they leave, or will usher me into a stall to suck them off. The worst was at a rest stop, I was on my knees right in the middle of the restroom SUCKing a guy off, Some one walked in and I heard them say something in disgust and leave, I was about to jump to my feet, Guy said fuck that, you finish what you started and fucked my face. Right as he came a janitor there walked in yelling at us telling us he was gonna call the cops. I got to my feet and quickly walked out passed him as i was swallowing the mans load.

Go Blue Devils! Go Heels! I learned some of my best techniques in the public bathrooms at my universities. Many incredibly hot and nasty memories. I still get turned on by public bathrooms. Especially European train stations!

I had a guy awhile back before I was on Prep say I could put my raw dick him in, but not to cum in him. So I was stroking my naked dick in and out of his hole, and my head filled with thoughts of trying to find just the exact right moment to withdraw . . .just the right moment when there’d be enough sensation on my dick to take me over the edge, but the first spurt would blow right as I withdrew, on the outside. Then I got to thinking about my heavy precumming dick and the first few throbs pumping out ejaculate . . .could I let a few go deep, and then pull out to produce the illusion of the desired don’t-cum-in-me result? (I get into my own head while I am fucking.) So my thinking naturally progresses. I am on him fucking his hole, my head spinning as I am stroking in and out. Thoughts of every straight dude “trying” not to get a woman he is fucking pregnant using the rhyhm method . . .that is fuck fuck fuck GO DEEP AS POSSIBLE to blow my load and say “oops” sorry “it just happened”. Well, it is really a form of stealthing isn’t it? Accidents happen right? Short of purposely getting pozzed, this is the closet a neg top can get to stealth someone. Well, that turns me on. I ended up pulling out and masturbating the last few strokes which is a No No No NO in my book. Ass and hand feel very different on a dick, and porn provides ample evidence that if you do that- pull out and masturbate - your dick can need a hand stimulation to cum, and an ass isnt enough, ever. But the idea!! I LOVE the idea of fucking a raw hole and teasing up to that very edge of cumming inside. Or of stealth cumming inside. In practice though, the last time I tried it found that my inner voice saying ‘don’t cum inside’ was fucking with my usual inner voice saying ’ CUM DEEP CUM DEEP!!’, so in future??

When I lived in SF I was friends with a young black guy who had moved from Atlanta. He was a major slammer and had THE biggest dick I've seen in real life. He let me measure tt and it was a bit over 11", and between 2 1/2" and almost 3" thick. He liked me because he liked mature men; he also liked me because evidently most of the people he was with treated him badly and I treated him with respect.. He also liked me because from him telling me, many of his dates couldn't take It and I could:) When he slammed he would get as hard as steel. He could fuck all night and cum 2-3 times, HUGE loads. I'd been putting tina shards up my butt so I wouldn't cum, but it burned. One night he told me he was going to slam me. I told him that I trusted him to do a good job and to get me the proper dose, as I wasn't as experienced as he was. I got an amazing HUGE rush and it all went to my hole. He pounded me for hours with me screaming "FUCK ME< FUUVCK MEEE". He'd whisper in my ear "Who own dat puzzy, huh, whi' boy, who you Daddy". I'd squeeze it really tight then push back until it was full buried and say "You own my pussy. Yeah Daddy, ride that pussy , fuck me with that nigga dick".. He LOVED it! When I had to leave SF in April of 2009 as I was finishing packing he brought a friend over who was only a little bit smaller than e was. This time, they REALLY slammed me. I was totally incoherent and all I wanted was huge black dick. They took turns fucking me from 7PM that evening to 8am the next morning. They each came something like 4-5 times each. At one point during the whole thing I got up to pee and after I was done, when I turned around there was a huge lake of semen on the tile floor hat had leaked out of my abused hole. I was SO sor4 the next day but I also had an endorphin high the likes of which I've never had again