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Freshman Project: Jason (Part 10) Jason basically moved in with Blake for the next couple of weeks. He quit his job at the cafeteria at Blake’s request or command, it was hard for Jason to distinguish between the two when Blake asked him to do something while the jock’s cock was pounding away at his prostate. Jason had seen enough over the last few month or so, especially with the events of the rave and Aiden’s open and obvious drug dealing, to know that Blake was dealing drugs and had plenty of money available. Jason was in for a penny, in for a pound. If he was going to turn himself over to Blake, he would accept all that entailed. Last night while laying on the bed with Blake as the two boys were coming down from the Ecstasy, Jason had the realization that he had a need to obey and please others. He had spent his whole life being the good Christian boy, obeying his father, obeying the Pastor, obeying the law, obeying his teachers, now he was excited to be obeying the HIV positive bad boy drug dealer. It was scary, but it was also liberating. He figured it was likely that Blake would have him dealing drugs at some point, the same way Aiden had been dealing at the rave. He wanted what Blake was offering, he wanted to stop being the good little Christian boy, he was ready to be a bad boy under the command of a bad boy daddy. Blake was his new god now. The new couple quickly settled into a routine. Blake would wake up early and fuck a toxic load into Jason’s eager and willing ass then head off to the early morning swim team practice. They would go about their day with their various classes and on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday their schedules aligned so they were both free for a couple hours in the afternoon where they would both be back at Blake’s apartment and Blake would fuck another charged load into Jason’s neg ass. In the evenings, Jason would do homework while Blake had his evening swim team workouts. When Blake got home, Jason would have dinner prepared, and then after dinner the two boys would play video games on Blake’s console while they smoked a lot of weed. Eventually Jason would excuse himself to go douche and get his ass ready for Blake to fuck before they went to bed. Jason was getting frequent toxic loads fucked into him and his ass was constantly full of Blake’s charged sperm. He did his best to keep Blake’s loads in him for as long as he could, putting a small plug that he could wear constantly in his ass after every time he received one of his savior’s loads. Occasionally, Aiden, Charlie, or Ian would drop by, usually on Thursday evening or Friday afternoon. They would say hello and exchange pleasantries and then Jason would take them back to his room and close the door. They’d come out a few minutes later and their visitor would leave. Jason asked Blake directly if they were picking up drugs to sell and Jason just nodded and said, “Yeah, but that’s not anything your need to worry about right now baby, we’ll have plenty of time to get into the details later.” The first weekend, Blake was supposed to travel to an away meet, but having done hard drugs recently, he sandbagged at the team competitions on Thursday so that he didn’t make the travel team as he knew that if he placed or was subject to a random drug test that he would fail. The first weekend hanging out at Blake’s apartment together was when Blake finally introduced Jason to Tina. Once Jason and Blake were both done with their classes on Friday, Blake told Jason to do a deep clean cause they were going to be staying in and partying all weekend. Jason was excited to spend the whole weekend fucking with Blake but was a little bit anxious about what exactly was in store for him. Blake had already told him that they wouldn’t do Ecstasy more than once every three to fourth months because the brain needed time to recover. There was something reassuring for Jason that Blake was being somewhat responsible for their health in his drug use with him. Jason did several rinses and used one of the toys Blake had given him to make sure his ass was flushed out and clean, even past the “second ring”. It was a long snake like toy that went deep. Once it was coming out clean, he got out of the shower and dried himself off then walked out into the small living room, naked except for his chastity cage. Blake was sitting naked on the couch, with a glass pipe that had a large round bulb at the end. Jason had not seen this type of pipe before and immediately knew that it wasn’t for weed. There was also a bag of cloudy white crystals sitting in front of him on the table. Jason recognized immediately that it was crystal meth. There had been a lot of it in the rural area where he grew up and went to high school, but he had never partaken before as he had been a good Christian boy that avoided all temptation. Blake spread his legs and motioned for Jason to stand in front of him. The young freshman had mixed feelings, he was both excited and scared at the same time. His upbringing had told him drugs were bad, but they had also told him gay sex was bad, and he was already addicted to Blake’s big cock wrecking his asshole. He took a deep breath and went into the submissive head space where he gave in to his role as a sub for the older boy. Blake was the god he worshiped now, not Jesus. He put his faith in his new savior and stood in front of the toned swimmer, ready to go on whatever journey Blake wanted to take him on. Blake reached out and unlocked and removed the boy’s cage, “Just like with the X, the meth is likely to keep your cock soft. Also the meth will make your ass hungry, so your attention will be focused there, no need for the cage. Plus, when I’m high I like seeing and playing with a boy’s soft little tina cock.” Once the cage was off, Blake set it on the table and commanded Jason to kneel. Blake leaned down and whispered into Jason’s ear, “I’m going to show you how to smoke this by taking a couple a hits and shotgunning the smoke to you. Pay attention to how I use the torch to melt the rock in the bowl of the pipe cause after a couple bowls, you are going to take over and hit the pipe and shotgun the smoke to me. You got that?” “Yes Sir,” responded Jason, ready to let Blake take him to a new place. Blake put some small crystals into the bowl then took the lighter and sparked a flame which he held under the bowl. He melted the small rock into smoke then inhaled it. He held it in his lungs for a bit then leaned down and grabbed Jason by the back of the head, pulling him into a kiss. When their lips met Blake used his tongue to make sure Jason’s lips were parted before he exhaled and sent the meth smoke into Jason’s lungs. Jason did his best accept as much of the smoke into his smaller lungs as he could but he did not have the same capacity as the older jock that has spent his whole swimming, so a lot of the smoke escape around his head. “Good boy,” said Blake after he had exhaled all the smoke to Jason. “Now another,” he said as he took another hit off the meth pipe. Jason eagerly tilted his head up towards Blake, ready to accept another lung full of this new drug which was already starting to hit him, setting his nerves on fire and making him even hornier than he was already. Jason watched carefully at how Blake loaded the pipe and worked the flame from the torch around the glass bowl melting the shard and turning it into white clouds. He felt like he was a baby bird opening his mouth to receive the live giving nourishment from his bird as Blake leaned down and touched lips right before exhaling the white smoke into him. Jason wasn’t sure how many times Blake had shotgunned a load into him before the Senior handed him the glass pipe and said, “Okay Slave, time to show me what you learned. Load a bowl and take a big hit and shotgun it to me, your Master. You got that Boy?” “Yes Sir,” responded Jason, his conditioning kicking in. He was so fucked up he barely knew where he was or what was going on. He reached out and picked up the pipe and lighter. Blake helped him out by pulling out some more meth and loading it into the pipe. “Yeah, that’s it my little meth whore, move the flame around and melt that rock. When it starts turning to smoke. Inhale and hold it in. I can’t wait to take the cloud into me,” said Blake as he supervised Jason smoking his first bowl on his own. The jock watched as Jason took his own independent hit of meth from the pipe, then leaned in to accept the small amount of smoke the boy sent to him. Jason took a couple more hits, getting better at working pipe and torch as well as taking bigger hits before Blake took them from him and set them aside. “You nice and tweaked boy? You ready to be my little chem whore?” asked Blake as he reached down and grabbed his cock. He wiggled it a bit, which helped cause it to start filling with blood and get hard, assisted by the Viagra he had taken while Jason was cleaning out. “Yes Master, I’m yours, I feel so good and I need you inside me. Please Sir use me,” begged Jason. “Suck me and get me hard Boy,” commanded Blake. Blake leaned back and enjoyed Jason sucking on his cock, getting it hard. After a couple minutes of just laying back and enjoying the freshman’s mouth and throat, he reached out and grabbed the back of the boy’s head and gave a few hard thrusts into his throat, facing fucking him. Now that his cock was fully hard, he stood up and grabbed Jason by the arm. “To the bedroom bitch,” he commanded as he dragged the boy up off the floor and to his bedroom. Blake threw Jason down on the bed and then went to the nightstand and opened a draw and pulled out a bottle of lube and picked up a bag with several small crystal shards. He opened the baggy and emptied the shards out onto the nightstand. He then gave the bottle of lube a few pumps into one hand and picked up a shard with the other. He turned back to the bed and looked down on his freshman lover who was squirming on the bed, rubbing his hands all over his body, enjoying the sensations of touch that were being heightened by the meth. “On your hands and knees slut, get in the doggy position,” he said. Jason obeyed and moved into position presenting his ass to his Master. He gave it a wiggle, hoping it looked sexy. Blake smiled at how eager his little chemed up slut boy was. He took the lube in his hand and started working first one and then two fingers into his boy’s ass. Once it was nice and slick, he slid the shard of crystal into the lubed hole and said, “This is going to burn for a bit, but it will turbo charge your inner slut.” Once the shard was inside Jason, Blake used his lube covered hand to get his cock slick. Jason was starting to feel the burn from the meth dissolving in his ass. “I love fucking a tina filled hole,” said Blake as he grabbed Jason’s hips and lined his cock up. “Fuck yeah,” he exclaimed as he shoved his cock up the little twink’s ass, going in hard and plunging in to the hilt on the first thrust. The quick intrusion of Blake’s large cock into his ass caused Jason to gasp. The large cock sliding suddenly up his ass both hurt but yet felt fantastic at the same time. “Yes Master, fuck me, use me,” moaned Jason as Blake’s cock bottomed out in his methy ass. “You’re mine boy, I’m going to keep you high and use your fucking ass until you’re pregnant with my babies, infected from my toxic cum, then I’m going to whore you out and let you get all the cock you want cause you are fucking cum dump slut that wants to take as many cocks and loads as you can. Isn’t that right Boy?” asked Blake as he started to pound to his cock into Jason. “Yes Sir, fucking infect me. I’m yours to use and abuse. Whore me out; keep my slut ass filled with cock and cum. I’ll take anyone’s cock you tell me to, safe or not. I exist to please you Master,” said Jason as the burning in his ass was fading and being replaced by pure pleasure radiating out from his ass as Blake’s cock scratched the itch that the burning had created. Blake reached down and pressed the boy’s shoulders down into the bed. “Face down, ass up, bitch, that’s the way we like to fuck,” he said as he put more weight on the skinny twinks shoulders and started fucking his ass harder. He pummeled the boy hard, showing no mercy just slamming into the boy as hard as he could. After a few minutes he flipped Jason onto his back then slipped another shard up his ass. As he fingered the boy’s hole and waited for the shard to dissolve, he sucked on the boy’s soft little cock. Jason felt the burning of the shard dissolving, but it was mixed with the pleasure of the finger in his ass and the warm mouth on his cock. He squirmed on the bed as the sensations were almost overwhelming. Once the crystal had been absorbed, Blake stood up between Jason’s legs and pushed the boy’s knees back to his chest. He entered the boy slowly this time, teasing him. Jason was flying, this was something he had never experienced before. The ecstasy had been fun but it wasn’t as intense as the meth. The ecstasy had made him more focused on his skin and he enjoyed feeling Blake’s body pressed against him. The meth was creating a burning desire to have his ass filled and gave him incredible pleasure when Blake’s thick hard cock pushed into him. They boys fucked in a few different positions before Blake felt he was ready to cum. He switched them to the missionary position with Jason laying in the middle of the bed on his back with his legs wrapped around Blake’s waist. Blake looked down into Jason’s eyes. They were almost all pupil. “You belong to me Boy,” he said. Jason smiled, “Yes Master.” “Your body belongs to me,” said Jason. “Yes Master,” responded. “Open your mouth,” order Blake as he continued to fuck his new slave. Jason responded by opening his mouth wide. Blake snorted, clearing his throat, then spat a large wad of spit into Jason’s mouth that also splatter across his lips, nose, and cheek. Jason licked his lips then swallowed what had made it into his mouth, “Thank you Sir.” “You’re a natural born sub and you’re mine and I can’t wait until you convert and will always have a part of me with you forever,” said Blake as he felt his orgasm building. He gave a few more thrusts then held his cock as deep as it would go as he unloaded into Jason’s ass. After his climax, he collapsed down on top of the small twink. Jason lay there enjoying the feeling of the jock’s body pressing down on him, but the desire in his ass was still overwhelming. He tried squeezing Blake’s cock with his ass hoping he entice it back to life so Blake would keep fucking him. “Does my horny meth whore’s ass need more?” chuckled Blake as he climbed off of the boy. “Yes, Sir, please,” said Jason, his desperation clear. “Okay, get back on your hands and knees,” order Blake. He got up off the bed and opened the drawer of his nightstand. He pulled out a blindfold and put it on Jason. Then he went to his dresser and pulled out more lube and a three dildos. The smallest was the size of his own cock, and the biggest was a twelve inch monster cock. He set them down on the bed then grabbed another shard and slid it into his bitch’s ass. There was little resistance and it slid in easily. Blake fingered Jason’s ass for a bit as he let the shard melt, then inserted the smallest dildo. The two spent the rest of the night opening up Jason’s ass with the dildos and every hour or so when Blake’s cock had recovered and additional Viagra had kicked in, with Blake fucking Jason again. After the second fucking they blew some more clouds, then resumed satisfying the cock crazed ass with the dildos. When the sun started to rise and lighten the windows, Jason was able to take two thirds of the thick twelve inch dildo into his cum filled ass. Eventually they showered. Jason noticed he was covered in cum and pre-cum. He could not remember a specific orgasm as it had felt like one constant climax that lasted all night. After they showered they smoked a few bowls of pot from the bong then cuddled together in Blake’s bed and eventually fell asleep. As Jason drifted off to sleep, the thought that was going through his mind was that he couldn’t wait until Blake gave him more meth again.

When I was in my mid 40's I was working on a project that involved my team but also another team. During the project our teams met weekly for about 2 months. I was in pretty good shape, going to the gym regularly and did very well in cruising parks and saunas. HIV was still a problem but I had already decided that I had had enough with condoms. At the parks I would hang on the bush next to me the "loaded condoms" that I had collected. It worked for a while but it came a point when I wanted those loads in my hole and not in a condom. In one of our meetings I noticed a cute Asian dude looking at me, but didn't plan anything at work, so I forgot about him. But one day I was at the local sauna lying on the sling in my room with the door open, guys coming in and out, some would fuck, breed me or just play with my hole. All of a sudden as one guy approaches me I recognize the Asian guy and he immediately said he wanted to fuck me and pulled out a condom. I obviously said that couldn't get fucked with a condom because my hole hurts with the rubber, so a bit disappointed he left, but right after he had left, he comes back, and without saying a word, he started playing with my hole until his cock was hard, he started to fuck me and shot his load soon after. He left and we never talked about it although every time I saw him I knew I had had his cum inside my hole.

I was just thinking about this yesterday. I think the process was slow for me. I started young with my first long term relationship being my Step dad. I only had sex with him and it was pretty traditional. I then went to college and my first relationship that ultimately ended up being with my gifter was my second long term. During that relationship he shared me with friends and some that were not friends (a story for another time). When that relationship ended I “dated a lot of older men trying to find my next daddy. I clearly have a type. I would meet younger hot guys and play with them but always thought my next long term would be with a daddy type. When that didn’t happen right away I kept finding myself meeting men and always thinking…. This is for their pleasure. I sort of thought it was them that were driving the interaction. This brings me up to today. Actually yesterday. lol. I was bred by a 70 year old daddy with a big cock. He has had some prostate issues so it took about 40 minutes to get him to cum. When we were finished he said…” I hope I was good for you”? I said joking back that it was great and I am sure you have had lots of experience. He said back… yes but not as much as you. I’m about 20 years younger than him. It made me realize that I get fucked by almost any man that wants me. I have stopped looking for a “daddy” type and just take any load offered. This is why I will never be in a relationship again. I have slowly lost my drive to find someone.

I’ve related this elsewhere but it’s relevant to this post so I’ll repeat it. I’d seen this real hot guy in my gym several times, stocky, hairy, muscled. He’d always leave his kit on the bench before taking a long shower. One day he was changing beside me. He undressed and went to the showers. I grabbed his tight white briefs and went to the toilet. I held them over my nose and breathed in while masturbating. Fuck this guy smelled so horny. I shot my load in the pouch. I went back out and put his briefs back. Luckily he was still in the shower. I waited until he returned then I watched him getting dressed. I watched him putting his briefs on knowing his balls were being glazed with my sperm. Got my hard again.

I cum on my torso/hand often... 💦💦💦💦💦

What I'm about to tell you is 100% true. I know this is a "fiction" forum, and I have written several stories on here. But something is driving me to share my real story. The story how I became positive. I need to confess my behavior, for posterity, so that at least some people will know what happened. To believe me or not is entirely up to you, but I know I'll feel better getting this down in print. I started off as any good, self-respecting, midwestern gay boy who came of age in the late 80's did. I was scared shitless by the AIDS epidemic and always used condoms. Always. With a couple girls, and then even with the few boyfriends that I had when I finally came out in the mid-90's. It was just what was done-- unless one was in a long term committed relationship and both parties had been tested. Fast forward to the later 90's and I had a long-term "committed" relationship with a guy who eventually got me to drop the condoms. And I LOVED it. He was younger than me, with a big, curved, 8" cock and I really got off on feeling him cum inside me. But then that relationship ended. I moved away to the Carolinas and he stayed. It was a good thing, because it turns out that neither of us was particularly faithful in that relationship. During my time In the Carolinas is when I started my descent into barebacking. Early on I had a few boyfriends... always fucked with condoms with them. And then suddenly I was single... perpetually single. And perpetually horny. It started innocently enough. I would have hookups and we would "mostly" use condoms. If the guy was married, I would let it slide because he "was safe". And fuck how hot is it to let a married guy fuck you bare, right? At first I always asked them to pull out when they came. Most of the time they did. But then I just finally stopped asking, and they stopped pulling out. And I found out that I really loved feeling the throb, the wet heat, of their semen pouring into me. I began to crave it. So I started letting "partnered" guys fuck me bare. I figured they were a pretty safe bet too. And then it was married, partnered, or guys who said they were negative. Granted there was still condom use here and there, but it was much more sporadic. This was in the era of those home HIV testing kits. I was far too scared to go to a clinic or my doctor, so I would buy the test kits every 6 months and dutifully stab my finger and mail in my sample. Waiting for the results was nerve-wracking, but it was always the same. Negative. As the years progressed during my southern tenure, the lure of barebacking got stronger and stronger. Condoms were a rarity now, and I was starting to let anonymous guys cum in me raw. And I found I really got off on it! I can still remember the first time a complete stranger came in me at a bookstore in the city near me. I was in a dark alcove watching a guy taking turns blowing the three guys surrounding him. I was jerking off and a guy snuck up behind me and started playing with my ass. And before I knew it he was lubed and pushing into me. I just let it happen as the other guys stopped getting blown and started to watch me take dick. They all egged the top on, to "breed me". And he did. I was simultaneously so turned on and so mortified that as soon as he was done, I dashed out of there. And then jacked off a huge load later at home! That session sort of flipped a switch in me-- if I was willing to let a complete stranger cum in me, then fuck it. My inhibitions about taking raw cock were completely gone, and I would take multiple anonymous loads at that same bookstore in my remaining year in the South. I started going to sex parties and letting guys breed me. I started taking cock at the Y. And I even went to a leather party where I was roofied and ended up in a sling with guys taking turns and tallying up their loads on my stomach with a sharpie. I left that party with 18 hash marks-- but only remembered like 4 of the guys. I tested myself again... and still was neg. Even after all that, I was negative. Then I moved back to the Midwest. I dated a poz guy for awhile and we fucked bare all the time. But he refused to cum in me, even when I begged him to. He had too much guilt and didn't even want to fuck me raw in the first place. He said he didn't want to be the one to infect me. We eventually broke up. And I resumed my slutty ways-- taking lots of raw cock and loads. Going to sex parties. Etc. A friend involved in the AIDS community discovered I was being reckless and so he dragged me to the clinic to get tested. I figured I MUST have HIV by now, right? So much unprotected sex. Nope. Still negative. And then I met Steve. I met him online under one of his screen names "BarebackerMn" or "BarebackerMan" or "StevenToTheNuts". I think this was back in the days of gay.com still. Anyway, if you are reading this on this forum, you may know him (or of him). I found out later he was quite the "gifter"-- lots of conversions to his credit. Lots of videos. But I get ahead of myself. Steve and I chatted online quite a bit. I mean, his cock pics alone were a big draw for me. He had several pictures of a big, beautiful 8 inch dick. Naturally my ass was begging for it. But Steve was positive. To backtrack a little, yes I was being a slut. I hooked up with lots of guys and attended sex parties and went to bookstores and such. But really not very often. Oh, every so often I would get cum crazed and do the bookstore thing, and then leave with several loads in me, and a huge amount of guilt. And sex parties were few and far between. And my online hookups were with guys who said they were neg, or were partnered... still. I didn't actively seek out guys who said "don't know" or "poz" because even though I craved feeling a man cum inside me, I really didn't want it to be poz cum. Not in the back of my mind I didn't, because I knew it would seriously impact my life. So I tried to be a bit selective-- not letting guys who "looked" poz fuck me bare. Only letting proclaimed "neg" guys breed me during one on one hookups, etc. Yeah, I was that naive, but it had worked so far, right? Anyway, back to Steve. Like I said, we chatted a lot, and I was VERY tempted by his cock. But his profile (and his chats) let me know that he was DEFINITELY positive, and that he ONLY fucked bare, and he NEVER pulled out. He also warned me that he was charged and that if he fucked me, I'd probably get "knocked up". Because he'd done it before. All this talk scared me. And titillated me. But mostly scared me. I kept looking at his dick and thinking, "I really wanna feel that inside me. I wonder if he'd pull out if I asked?" I probably should have just avoided him... but every time I saw him on, we chatted. Little did I know I was being inexorably drawn into his web. And then one night, it happened. It was late fall and cold outside. I was in one of those cock hungry moods and had been online for hours trying to find dick. All to no avail. And then Steven logged on. And we started chatting. It was late and fuck I was horny and damn I needed some dick and fuck I'd probably already taken poz loads unknowingly and ok I'll drive over what's the address? Before I knew it, I was standing on his porch and knocking on his door, thinking "what the fuck am I doing?" He answered wearing sweats and a t-shirt. I left my boots by the door and followed him downstairs to the basement, my stomach in knots and my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. (My stomach is actually clenched while typing this). When we got down to the basement, it was.... almost too much. My apologies to Steve (if he ever reads this) but he and his husband were not excellent housekeepers. And the basement was, well, the best way to describe it is "seedy". There was fake panelling on the walls, a ratty, plaid 70's couch in front of the TV, and a carpet with stains from god-knows-what. There were also vodka bottles and full ashtrays and ... you get the picture. I almost turned around and left. But I didn't. We sat on the couch, and there was bareback porn playing on the TV. I'll give him credit, he sensed my nervousness and he didn't pressure me into anything. He just sat there and put a hand on my thigh. I reached over and touched his cock through his sweat pants. It felt huge, and he was definitely hard. He played with my hard cock through my jeans too and we watched porn for a few minutes in silence. "Hey bud, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. But maybe you could suck me a bit, if you want?" he said. And then he played his ace. He stood and slowly shucked his sweats, and that big cock flipped and bounced just inches from my face in all it's glory. He sat back down and started stroking it, and before I knew it I was on all fours in front of him with his big meat in my mouth. He was very appreciative- because he knew that as soon as he was inside my mouth... my ass was his. I sucked him a bit longer, and then he told me to get undressed. I did. I was so horny at this point, nothing was going to stop me from getting that cock in me. My dick was drooling precum all over that godawful carpet and I didn't care. "Get on all fours in front of the TV," he told me. And I did. "Take a hit of those poppers," he instructed. And I did. And then I felt his raw dick slide into my ass. Alarm bells were going off in my head, but my cock was rock hard and I NEEDED to be fucked SO DAMN BAD!! And damn if his cock didn't feel INCREDIBLE! Just like his screen name, he went in my hole "to the nuts". And then he started slow fucking me. He paused with his dick half in, and I saw a flash. He had pulled out his phone and was taking pics of his raw dick in my ass. I asked him not to show my leg tattoo if possible. "Don't worry," he said. As he fucked me, he started talking. Dirty talking. Filthy stuff. Stuff that noboby had ever said to me before. Stuff like "You know you have a poz dick in you, don't you? And you like it! You're ass is gripping and loving my big cock! You're gonna take my poz load and I'm gonna charge you up. Make you convert, like I've done to dozens of guys. You're just a fucking pig bug chaser, aren't you? A dirty fucking whore that's gonna let me put my toxic load up your cunt." A litany of filthy poz talk poured out of his mouth while he fucked me. I can safely say, at that time I was NOT a fan of this kind of talk. In fact, it made me nauseous and I wanted to stop. But the poppers were doing their job and in my haze I let him continue. "Guess what boy? No going back now-- you're getting my dirty load," he shouted as I felt his cock start throbbing inside of my ass. He pounded me hard as he came, trying to push his load as deep in me as possible. And I took it all. As soon as his load was shot, he pulled out and went for a cigarette. I started getting dressed in silence, not having cum, and not comprehending what I had just done. He showed me to the front door, and I drove home in a daze. I think I stayed up another hour just thinking about what I had done. I had just let a VERY poz guy cum inside me. I felt a bit sick to my stomach and cursed myself for allowing it to happen. Until the next time. The next time Steve and I fucked was about a month later. This time his partner was there and they both fucked me. I sucked Steve while his partner fucked my hole first. And let me just say this, Steve's partner had an even BIGGER cock and it fucking HURT! But I took him, and his load. There was no filthy talk when Steve's partner was fucking me-- I don't think he liked that scene. But as soon as he was done, he left to go to their sauna, thus leaving Steve and me alone. That's when Steve ramped up his poz talk and dumped his nut in me too. Then we sat in the sauna together. I took Steve several more times after that. Once again on all fours as he took more pics. The fourth load was video recorded. That recording ended up on a bug chasing website (much to my dismay). I had asked him not to post it. It had LOTS of poz talk and it was clear that I was neg and he was gonna poz up my ass. We made a few videos at my place too-- one shows him mugging evilly for the camera as he uses a finger to "prime" my hole before he sides in and breed it. I didn't understand what he was doing until much much later. Later that winter I got sick. Like really sick. But it was also the year that the H1N1 or whatever flu was hitting hard, so I didn't think much of it. But damn if that flu didn't take it out of me. I found that I was fatigued more and often tired. It took me a long time to recover, but even then I never felt "good". Steven and I sort of lost touch, and I really didn't see him online much anymore. I was finding plenty of other dick to keep my ass satisfied, and I was hitting up a local sex party more and more frequently, taking as many loads as I could get. Then about a year later, I got a call from the clinic that summer informed me that I had been exposed to Syphilis and that I needed to come in to be tested. So I went, and naturally they performed all the testing. And that's when they came in and told me that I had tested positive for HIV. Subsequent testing would show my viral load was pretty high, so I'd been poz for awhile unknowingly. I know to most people, the initial diagnosis probably comes as a shock (although really, how much of a shock can it be if you are having unprotected sex?) Upon hearing the news, I didn't get angry or cry or go numb or anything really... I just rationally processed it as a fact. I think I mystified the counsellors with my calmness about it. I mean, heck. I'd been having unprotected gay sex for years, was almost exclusively a bottom, and I'd let a known poz guy breed my ass. Repeatedly. It really was just a matter of time. And that's it. That's my story. I'm on meds and healthy, I'm doing well, and taking more cumloads than ever. PReP has made it so that EVERYONE barebacks-- it's so fucking hot! And EASY! And now? Now I sorta get off on poz talk. I've had more than one hot session where I pretended to be neg so a poz guy could get his rocks off on "knocking me up". I think I posted one of those stories here. And if you read my other "stories" no doubt you'll recognize parts of this one in there. Write what you know, right? Do I regret allowing myself to be careless and become positive? Sometimes. But it is what it is, and there's no going back now.

Preface: my opinion about trump. trump demonstrates the attributes of a sociopathic, narcissistic nihilist. i view him as raping America, i.e., forcing his will on Americans and then telling us we asked for it. i see many of his sycophantic supporters as similar to abused mates who blame their selves for the abuse and end up defending their abuser in Stockholm fashion. Then there are those who truly believe in might makes right. i think the reason he always states that he is friends with people like Putin, Xi and Kim Jong Un is because he relates to them. i think they are all cut from the same cloth. i put these guys right up there with Stalin, Hitler and Mao... to name a few. i do not advocate for using their methods on or with them. But i do not think the answer to peace and prosperity is to add more of these guys to the world stage. The US fucked up in a big way putting trump in control of the most powerful nation on earth, and i believe both the US and the world is paying, and going to pay dearly for that fuck up.

Got lucky twice during my teenage years, with European porn actors Jan Losch and Peto Coast. Jan was very sweet and charming, but totally uninhibited between the sheets. God, I was still so naive and inexperienced. But he was very patient and taught me a trick or two... Met Peto later the same year. He was working as a DJ at that time. Probably before his porn career took off, but he was already famous for his huge dick and impressive stamina. God, I was so sore afterwards. Thought my poor boyhole would never close up again...

It takes extreme behavior to create change, right. Here's a possible benefit: [think before following links] https://www.politico.com/news/2026/01/08/senate-votes-to-restrict-trump-on-venezuela-00716127 Congress has spent decades abdicating its authority then grandstanding on outcomes, for electoral purposes. Maybe, just maybe, they will get their act together now and reclaim their constitutional duty.

Race is a weird construct, especially being mixed. I’ve spent my life being shifted into whatever category people prefer based on their own fetishes or assumptions. Growing up during the 'no fats, no fems, no Asians' era, I was always 'too Latino' or 'not Latino enough.' I still get mistaken for Middle Eastern constantly, and people usually look confused when I mentioned I’m part Black. Personal identity aside, I don’t have a racial preference per-se, but I do have a type: I love a thick, burly, hairy white ass. There’s something about the contrast of my brown skin and cock sliding into a pale, melanin-lacking butt (especially when I’m tan in the summer) that just hits right. That said, I’m just as into darker skin tones for the same high-contrast reason. Basically, if you've got a nice dick and a great view, you’re invited to the cookout.

Syphilis was my most recent diagnosis. I will always embrace that STDs can come with the territory being a no condoms allowed cumdump.

This was kind of a sneaky load. On New Year's Eve, I was at a party with mostly friends from the gay bar I go to often. We were playing Cards Against Humanity and drinking a ton . One of the cards we talked about was blow jobs. That led to some side conversation, and this guy kept kind of flirting with me indiscreetly because he was there with another guy. He kept brushing his hands against my ass and saying sorry, but it was obvious it was on purpose. A couple of hours later, he followed me by the bathroom and asked me to prove how good I am. I told him, "You're with your boyfriend, though," and he said we can be quick .So I took him into the bathroom, and he pulled his cock out and I started to suck it ; his cock was pretty nice, probably around 7 inches. I took it all the way deep and gagged a little as he forced it deeper . I could feel it throb in my mouth, and he asked me to slow down because I was going to make him cum too fast. So I started to suck his balls, and as soon as I put it back in my mouth, he busted his load quickly . We left the restroom, and I could tell a few people saw but didn't say anything. I asked him if his man would want a threesome sometime , but he said he isn't into that and doesn't like to share. That he's mostly a bottom but loves to get sucked, but his man doesn't like to swallow. That's why he was so tempted. Later that night, as the party thinned out, we decided to play strip poker. Throughout the game , it got a little naughty, where we started to bet teases and kissing, and it led to short oral sex. There were five of us playing total, and we ended up all sucking on each other, and the guy next to me was teasing my ass throughout the game. A couple of us had hooked up in the past, so this was nothing too new for us. It eventually led to one of the guys eating my ass while I started to suck off another guy. We eventually went back to the living room, and I had two guys sucking my cock on the couch while I was making out with another guy. The other bottom and I started to make out and tease each other's asses while giving the guys lap dances. After a few minutes of that, we continued to suck on the guys. One of the guys blew his load all over me, so I continued to suck him to get him hard again. Then both the bottom and I bent over the couch and started to get fucked by the other three guys. The guy that busted thought it would be fun to find another guy to join, so he was on Grindr while we were getting fucked. One of the guys busted in the other guy but was able to stay hard and fuck me afterward . It was an all-night of fucking. An hour later, another guy came over, and the funny thing is he was found on Tinder and was straight but drunk and wanted head. When he came over, he was actually chill and instantly hard, so I started to suck him, and he swore he had never done this before. He said that he was too drunk to blow his load. I told him that I could make him bust if he let me ride him. He turned me down, but I sat him on the couch and gave him a bit of a lap dance, rubbing his tip against my hole and sliding it in just a little, then pulling it out. As soon as I put it against my ass again, he thrust his cock deep and started to pound my ass hard. I got a little curious and started to tease his balls and hole, and he seemed to enjoy it. He ended up busting hard inside me; I felt his load drip out of me. The cool part is he hung out afterward and drank with us some more. We even convinced him to taste a cock. He sucked each of us for like 30 seconds. I still hadn't busted yet, so the bottom and I went over to the couch and started to take turns sucking each other. Then one of the other guys came over and sucked both of us off at the same time. This was a wild time ; a couple of the guys we met from bathhouses, so we knew it would be a wild time. Picture not of that night but some something to look at.

Moderator's Note: We are going to treat the stories in this thread as fictionalized accounts based on real-life occurrences. Creaming boy bums. Pt1 These will be a series of shortish stories about boy bottoms who are all of legal age in the country they reside in, and my times in them The older / younger thing was never a big thing for me until the first time a boy called me Daddy as I filled his hot little arse with my spunk, after that I dedicated myself to the pursuit of cute little twinks and showing them the excitement of getting used by older men. A week after that encounter it was late on a Friday night or early on a Saturday morning as I was cruising myself round the areas of a well known sauna in New Cross of London, the Sauna is still there but its had a bit of a makeover, back in the day it was a sleazy little pit that just attracted dirty old geezers like myself. I rounded the corner near the steam room and saw a daddy bear just like myself feeding a cute little blond athletic twink from a hip flask as he groped the naked kid, the guy winked at me as I looked at the boy seeing his pupils were dilated as fuck. The bear kissed and bit the lads neck leaving a big love bite, grinning at me he nodded towards the ‘private’ shag sheds “wanna share it?”, my own fat cock was tenting my towel as I smirked “fuck yeah”. Once in the room we had the boy on his knees sucking and licking our fat pieces as we pushed his head from side to side onto our dicks, I grunted as I forced my dick into the kids throat “names Alan pal”, the other guy moved the boys face onto my cock, “Joe here, so you a chicken hawk too?”. I have to admit I’d heard the phrase before but had little knowledge of what it was, I raised my eyebrows making Joe laugh “an older top into getting twink boi pussy?”. It was my turn to laugh “Jesus fuck yeah”. “wot did ya give him?, Joe giggled as his fat piece moved in and out of the lads cute little arse “just a little bit of booze and some ‘happy chems’ to make it horny”, I watched as Joes dick fucked the boys arse, you could see how the boys pussy was tight as with every pull out Joe’s dick dragged the twinks arse lips with it. The lads body bent over a bench was drenched in sweat as Joe rode the butt to new heights before slamming in “that’s it you little slut take daddy’s spooge”, Joe pulled out leaving the kids hole red and gaping, a little bit of his spunk dribbled out “wanna go on the slut?”, I really didn’t need to answer as my fat eight inch log was hard as a rock. I pushed it up the twink making him groan a bit before Joe held poppers to the kids nose while covering the lads mouth with his hand, “give it to him hard, rip him apart”, like I needed any encouragement as the boys twat was sweet and still fairly tight, I smiled as I held onto the twinks hips and ploughed his bum like there was no tomorrow, the kid moaned and groaned now and again as I assaulted his ring piece with my cock, but joe just poppered the lad up. When I came up the boy, shooting nice and deep I gripped the kids bubble cheeks hard enough to leave bruises, well I am sure it did, not that I saw. Joe and I left the ‘shag shed’ leaving the boy bent over the fuck bench, needless to say as we left a troop of dirty old geezers matched into the shed and I remember hearing the guttural sounds as a throat and bum of a boy were taken yet again. Joe grinned at me “ we work well together eh?”, I smiled back at him “sure do I like a partner on the hunt”, and at that point a cute little skinhead shyly walked by us.

and it just keeps getting worse ... Today, the major media is reporting that our "president" is after ... wait for it .... GREENLAND !!!! That landmass has "belonged" to Denmark ever since the Age of the Vikings (check out the Kalmar Union for a more detailed explanation). After seizing an oil tanker heading to (apparently) Russia, the arrogation of "standing world order" is not merely undermined, it is "in-you-face" threatened, with implications for NATO, Russia, China, and beyond. The implications are world-wide, and threaten realignment on a world-wide scale. There is, apparently, no depth of depravity the leaders of the US will not stoop to.

I had a friend I played with in high school told me how he manipulated his dad who was hot. I was brought up in a family where my uncle initiated me into sex where my friend was the one who initiated sex with his dad. My friend told me his mom worked nights and he went to his dads room one night and fondled his dad a bit before he started sucking on his dad. I guess his dad woke up and told him to stop and he told his dad to let him suck his cock or he would tell his mom it was his dad that started it. His dad let him suck him off and from there it started to get his dad to do whatever he wanted and his dad got into it though it was my friend who seem to have the control. I stayed over one night and watched him tell his dad to suck me off before he told his dad to fuck me and then watched him fuck his dad and then asked if I wanted to fuck his dad too. Not sure what happened but his mom and dad got divorced and he stayed with his dad and by that time his dad had become an insatiable pig bottom with my friend getting more of his friends to fuck his dad. My friend was coached on how to manipulate his dad and often wondered if he was the only one that did the same to their fathers.

Chapter 3 —— Josh ——- God why am I so warm!! I went to throw the light cover I slept with off me when I realized it was already gone. What was making me so warm was my brother wrapped around me like and octopus. He put off heat like a furnace. While I was warm it felt nice to have him wrapped around me. I wasn’t big on sleepovers and hadn’t let a guy do it in a while. But with Sam it felt good. Then he moved to get a little closer in his sleep and I felt a very large cock come to rest on my lower back and ass. I could tell it was heavy and long. I swore it also felt like it was just a little wet at the tip with precum, but that may have been wishful thinking. I stayed still trying not to wake him. I was tipsy when we went to bed last night and I remember now that we both decided to sleep naked. Thinking with a clear head now that may not have been the best idea. My crush on him is even bigger now that I have felt his big fat uncut cock laying against my ass. I started to harden thinking about what it might feel like to have him in my ass. Stretching my hole open. It’s been a very long time since I bottomed but my hole twitched at the idea of Sam in it balls deep and flooding me with his cum. I had to get out of this bed before I did something to my straight brother that I’d regret. I managed to slip out of the bed without him waking up. We have both always been very deep sleepers thankfully. After extracting myself from the bed I went to the bathroom to pee. It was still early, about 6:30. So after I finished I decided to go to the gym we had in the building for my workout while Sam slept. I got dressed and left a note on the bedside stand to let Sam know where I was. The trip down to the gym wasn’t long. It was always empty this time of day. I started with stretches and a jog on the treadmill to warm up. It was chest and abs day. I worked through my reps using various machines and weights. I worked up a good sweat over the 45 minutes it took me to complete my workout. I moved back to the treadmill to finish with my cardio. I usually ran around 2.5 miles in the 20 minutes. This morning I used my sexual desire for my naked hung hot brother in my bed to push my self and made it 3 miles in just under 21 minutes. It was around 8:15 am when I stepped off the treadmill drenched in sweat. It was still too early for anyone to be in the gym since it was a Sunday. I decided to indulge in one of my kinks, public nudity, by going to the sauna and stripping naked. I liked to end my workouts with a good sauna session. I love it even more when I could do it naked. As soon as I closed the door behind me I stripped naked. I laid my shorts on the bench and sit on them and laid my jock and shirt beside me. I had my head back and was enjoying the sweat and freedom when I heard the door open and close. I decided it was best to pretend I was asleep that way if the person was embarrassed or shocked by my nudity they could just leave. If they stayed I figured they’d potentially be up for some fun. After about two minutes without hearing the door open again I decided to open one eye and peak at who had come in. A hot guy wearing only workout shorts who looked to be in his mid 20s was sitting across from me. He looked to be of Latin descent, had nice light brown skin, his hair was a dark brown or black and had it on his head, his pits, and just a small patch on his chest. He looked to be average height and fit from what I could tell in the low light. One thing for sure was he was sexy and from the way he was staring at my crotch he was definitely interested. I decided to test just how interested he was. I kept up my cover of being asleep and just moved a bit while my hand slipped from my thigh and landed beside my soft cock and balls. That contact was just enough to get my cock to start growing. It slowly filled and hardened till it got to 7.5 inches and full thickness. My foreskin slipped back and relieved my nice fat mushroom head. I heard my new companion almost whimper when the head became fully visible. “If you want it that bad get over here and suck it baby.” I said with my eyes still closed. “Ummm… I don’t umm… I am not…. ummm” he stammered. “Fuck it.” I heard what sounded like the removal of shorts followed by warm breath on my dick. Then a strong grasp around my cock as his tongue made contact with the head of my cock. He slowly ran it around the edges of my head where it meet the shaft as one of his hands continued to grip my cock and the other started to play with my balls. The attention made my dick stand rock hard and I started to leak precum. He moaned as his tongue swiped over my cock head and tasted my charged seed. He then took my head in his mouth and started to work his way down to the base. He slowly got my cock deeper into his warm wet mouth. He started to really go to town as he purposely gag himself on my dick. Forcing it as far as he could then holding it there till he couldn’t hold his breath any longer at which point he’d pull up to the tip and take a breath. He’d then repeat it again going deeper. He never got to the last 1/4 of it down his throat (very few have ever taken it balls deep) but he sure did try. I pulled him up to me and positioned him so that he was sitting on my lap facing me and took the back of his head into my hand as I kissed him. He was reluctant at first but then melted into it and opened his mouth so I could slip my tongue in and make out with him. He moaned as my hand ran over his body as we made out. I moved my hand down to his ass and massaged and squeezed his cheeks. He then adjusted himself so I could reach further down and open his crack. When my finger hit his hole he moaned deeper into my mouth. I took that as a green light and used the sweat I had built up on my hands as lube to slip one finger into his hole. I went slow because I could tell from how tight he was his hole wasn’t used regularly. I did this for a about a minute before I lifted him and then turned us around and bent him over the bench so his knees were in the lower bench and his chest and head over the upper bench were my sweaty jock was laying. I kneeled down behind him and spread cheeks open. His tight rosebud was perfect. Just a touch of hair. It winked at me as I blew on it. He moaned loudly when my tongue touched it and continued to moan as I ate his hot sweaty hole. I made sure to get it good and wet so I could easily slip my fat uncut poz cock into him bare. His hole opened even more as I began alternating eating and fingering him. I soon got up to 3 fingers I knew he was ready. I stood up and spit on my dick. Then jerked it to coat myself with the spit and poz precum I’d been leaking the whole time I’d been playing with his hole. I lined my cock head up with his hole as I bent over and started kissing the back of his neck. I also reached a hand around and wrapped it around his 6.5 in uncut cock. I slowly applied increasing pressure to his hole till my fat cock head popped in. He moaned and whimpered at the same time from the pain and pleasure. I gave it a few seconds before I moved. Then I slowly inched myself deeper into his extremely tight hole. I had to hold back my load on a couple occasion as I was doing this. His hole was so warm and tight (and he was squeezing this his hole) it was almost to much. Once I knew he was open I began to pick up the pace. Fucking deeper, harder, and faster. We were both moaning and grunting. He began to meet my strokes with his ass making that hot slapping noise every time I went balls deep. Our sweaty bodies against each other as my poz dick leaked huge amounts of charged precum into his hole. After only a few minutes I felt his cock flex in my hand right before he shot a huge load all over the bench. His hole tightened even more around my dick sending me over the edge. With one final downstroke I filled him full of my poz babies. Flooding his ass with highly viral toxic cum balls deep!!! I rested on his back for a few moments before I slipped my now half hard cock from his hole. I slapped him on the ass as I collected my clothes. “You know how to suck and got a great ass boy!” Was all I said before I left the sauna with my clothes in my hand. In the gym area I used my shirt to clean the cum off my cock and then put on my shorts. I rode the elevator up to my apartment in just my shoes and shirt. When I got to my room Sam was still sleeping but now he was spread out over the bed on his back uncovered. His massive 9 inch hard cock standing rigidly in the air. I went straight to the bathroom to avoid the temptation to take him in my throat. I stripped leaving my clothes on the floor and got into the shower. I took a good long shower and washed the sweat and cum off me. I wondered who I had just fucked and probably pozzed up. I hadn’t seen him before and had no clue who he was but I hope I had a chance to fuck that sweat hole again. As I got out and was drying off Sam walked groggily into the bathroom and over to the toilet. He was still half hard as he aimed his cock at the bowl and let rip a strong stream. He looked over his shoulder at me and did the universal nod. “Good morning Sammy. I am going to make some coffee and an omelette. Would you like one” I asked as I hung my towel on the rack. “Yea, one with just cheese please Joshie” he replied with a shit eating grin knowing that nickname irritated me. I walked over behind him, my naked body just inches from him, as I looked over his shoulder. “Ok, one cheese omelette and coffee coming up. Remember don’t shake that monster more than twice or you are playing with it little bro.” I slapped his ass making him jump and his stream jump out of the bowl for a second before he corrected it. He gave me a dirty look as I smiled mischievously walking out of the bathroom. I put on some boxer-trunks to cook in before leaving the bedroom. As I gathered the ingredients I heard the shower turn on in my bathroom and wondered lustfully what shower sex with Sam would be like as I prepared our breakfast. ————————— I hope you enjoyed this chapter. More to come!!! Thank you for the support and feedback!

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Last night. Was horny and went on sniffies. A guy a few blocks away wanted to breed, anon. Nice cock, sure. I head to his place, put on my pup hood at his door, enter, strip, and walk over to the couch and bend over. Dude fancied himself a dom, which was cute. I'm a vers dom switch, and was calling the shots, so let him have it haha. He ate out my hole in my jockstrap and felt up my slim muscled body. He was loving it, having a hotter gym fit guy bent over for him. He started humping and pressing his cock in the wrong spot, so I guided it in to a "holy fuck!" I relaxed and let him use my hole...flipping me over so he could feel my abs and shyly slap me as he stroked his cock in my jock hole until he shuddered, losing control, and flooded me, without a word. As he collapsed on the couch, I hopped up, pulled up my shorts, squeezed his cum glazed cock with a chuckle before slapping him back on the face and walking away to put on my jacket and leave. Decent cock now hooked on my ass, already hitting me up for more, calling me "his puppy." Sure bud, I just used him as a pole and thinks he's in charge lol

Lots of discussion with Senator Warner on Venezuela.

I laughed my way through much of your post, Erik62; you possess a "gift" for insinuation. That said ..... I'm not sure the man is capable of being humiliated, in the sense that a person would need some sense of self-worth to even feel humiliated, and he possesses not a shred of it. He knows he's utterly without any measure of merit, he knows he's nothing but yesterdays turd. Yet, he craves endorsement of his craven neediness - surely a learned response to his self-knowledge of how desperately he has failed as a human being. For instance, t's pitiful how he - or any leader - would beg for justification by receiving the Nobel Peace Prize. If there were such a disgrace as the "Hitler Murder-Millions Prize," his craven thirst for recognition would probably want that one too. This miscreant - this "accident of nature" - knows his worthlessness deep in the rotten recesses of his mind, which allows him to engage in outrage after outrage; ever deeper, ever more odious. There is only one answer, but I doubt my spelling it out would be at all proper.

Thats how the top seduced me the first time....it felt so good slidding up and down my ass cracki with his precum lubing the way and he said, hey i just want to put the tip in and before i knew it, it was all the way...amazing feeling the first time....

I probably started with lowering my standards when I got into cruising in parks around 27/30. I was there with a goal, to get fucked or fuck, and that quickly became whomever was available would do. That lead to hitting up older men on dating sites, I previously would not even consider them. And nowadays I happily fuck with anyone.

Yeah, fucked Dolf Dietrich several times when he did live sex shows in Toronto before COVID.

The neon lights of the truck stop flickered against the night sky, casting long shadows over the gravel lot filled with rumbling semis and weary travelers. It was well past midnight, and the air hung heavy with the scent of diesel and stale coffee. Inside the dingy restrooms, 18-year-old Alex leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on his face. He'd hitched a ride from the city, dreaming of adventure on the open road, but now exhaustion clawed at him. His slim frame, toned from high school track, was clad in a tight white t-shirt and faded jeans that hugged his pert ass. Unaware, he dried his hands on his pants, glancing at his reflection—innocent blue eyes, tousled blond hair, and a boyish face that screamed vulnerability. Outside, Big Jake eased his massive rig into a spot near the toilets. At 45, he was a hulking figure, 6'4" with a beer gut straining his flannel shirt and arms like tree trunks from years of hauling freight. His cock, a thick nine-incher, throbbed in his jeans at the thought of fresh meat. Jake had HIV, a secret he carried like a loaded gun, passed on from a rough encounter years back. He didn't care about protection; in fact, he got off on the risk, the power of infecting some naive kid. Spotting Alex through the grimy window as the boy exited the restroom, Jake's lips curled into a predatory grin. The kid looked lost, perfect for what he had in mind. "Hey, kid," Jake rumbled, stepping out from behind his truck, his voice gravelly from cigarettes and whiskey. "You need a lift? Looks like you're stranded out here." Alex hesitated, eyeing the burly man. The trucker seemed rough but offered a ride, and with no other options, he nodded. "Yeah, thanks. Heading east, anywhere's fine." Jake clapped a meaty hand on Alex's shoulder, guiding him toward the cab. "Hop in. Got some buddies meeting up later, but we'll get you moving." As Alex climbed into the passenger seat, Jake's eyes lingered on the boy's tight jeans, imagining how that ass would feel clenching around his raw dick. The cab smelled of sweat and leather. Jake fired up the engine, but instead of pulling out, he reached into the glove compartment for a couple of beers. "Here, loosen up. Long night ahead." Alex took a swig, not noticing the bitter aftertaste as Jake watched him closely. The drug—roofies crushed into powder—would hit soon, making the kid pliable, forgetful. Minutes later, Alex's head lolled against the window, his eyelids heavy. "Wha... what's happening?" he mumbled, his body going limp. Jake chuckled, shifting the truck into gear and driving to a secluded pull-off behind the truck stop, hidden by overgrown brush. He killed the engine and hauled Alex's unconscious form into the sleeper berth at the back. The space was cramped, with a mattress stained from past conquests and chains bolted to the frame. Jake stripped the boy roughly, yanking off the t-shirt to reveal smooth, hairless pecs and pink nipples. The jeans came next, exposing Alex's slim legs and a small, uncut cock nestled in blond pubes. The boy's ass cheeks were firm, pale, begging to be spread. "Time to break you in, boy," Jake growled, shedding his own clothes. His thick cock sprang free, veined and heavy, already leaking precum. He didn't bother with lube; spit would do. Flipping Alex onto his stomach, Jake pried the boy's cheeks apart, spitting a thick glob onto the tight pink hole. He pressed his cockhead against it, forcing inch by inch into the drugged teen's virgin ass. Alex stirred faintly, a whimper escaping as his body instinctively clenched, but the drugs kept him from fighting back. Jake thrust deep, groaning as the tight ring gripped his shaft. "Fuck, you're tight. Gonna ruin this hole for good." He pounded relentlessly, his balls slapping against Alex's taint with each brutal stroke. The boy's body rocked on the mattress, his small cock trapped beneath him, rubbing against the rough fabric. Jake reached around, jerking Alex's dick roughly to mix pain with unwanted pleasure. Sweat dripped from Jake's brow as he hammered away, feeling his HIV-positive load building. No condom—why bother? He wanted this kid marked, infected, carrying his virus forever. After twenty minutes of savage fucking, Jake buried himself balls-deep and unloaded, ropes of hot cum flooding Alex's guts. He pulled out with a wet pop, watching his seed leak from the gaping, reddened hole. Alex moaned incoherently, the drugs wearing thin but leaving him dazed. Jake wasn't done. He flipped the boy over, shoving his cum-smeared cock into Alex's slack mouth. "Suck it clean, bitch." The teen's lips parted weakly, tongue lapping at the bitter mix of ass and jizz as Jake face-fucked him, skull-fucking until he came again, shooting down the boy's throat. By dawn, Alex was chained to the berth, wrists and ankles secured with rough metal. The drugs had him in a haze, but awareness flickered as Jake climbed back in, dressed and ready to move. "You're mine now, kid. Got some pals joining the convoy. They'll love breaking you." He tossed a rag over Alex's naked body and drove toward a rendezvous point—a deserted lot where three other truckers waited, engines idling like hungry beasts. The mates were a rough crew: Tank, a bald brute with a pierced cock; Rusty, lean and tattooed with a sadistic streak; and Bull, the oldest at 50, his gut hanging over a girthy seven-incher. They'd shared loads before, passing around hitchhikers and lot lizards, but a fresh 18-year-old? That was prime. Jake pulled up, honking once. The men gathered at his cab, peering into the sleeper. "Got a present, boys," Jake announced, unlocking the chains just enough to drag Alex out. The boy stumbled, naked and cum-streaked, eyes wide with confusion and fear. "This little slut's all ours. Fresh ass, no mileage." Tank grinned, grabbing Alex by the hair and forcing him to his knees on the gravel. "Look at that pretty mouth. Bet it sucks like a vacuum." He unzipped, his pierced dick—eight inches with a thick ring through the head—slapping against Alex's cheek. The boy gagged as Tank shoved in, the piercing scraping his tongue. Rusty and Bull circled, stroking their cocks while Jake watched, his own dick hardening again. "Drug him up if he fights," Jake said, handing over a vial of poppers. But Alex was too weak to resist much, his body betraying him as Tank skull-fucked him deep, balls smacking his chin. Saliva dripped down Alex's chest as the trucker grunted, flooding his mouth with cum. "Swallow it, boy. That's just the appetizer." They hauled him into Bull's trailer, a larger setup with a makeshift sling in the corner. Alex was strapped in, legs spread wide, ass exposed and still leaking Jake's load. Bull went first, rolling on a condom but smirking as he positioned his fat cock at the boy's hole. "Gonna fill you proper." He thrust in, the latex stretching around Alex's abused ring. The teen cried out, bucking against the restraints, but Bull just laughed, pounding hard. Midway through, with Alex whimpering, Bull reached down and pinched the condom's base, tearing a small hole with his nail. "Oops," he muttered, but kept slamming, ensuring his pre-cum—and whatever else he carried—seeped in. Rusty took over next, no condom from the start. His tattooed body glistened with sweat as he rammed into Alex's sloppy hole, the boy's ass now a cum-filled mess. "Feel that? Raw and real, kid. You're gonna catch something from this." He clawed at Alex's nipples, twisting them red while his hips pistoned, cock dragging against the inner walls. Alex's own dick twitched traitorously, leaking pre as unwanted arousal built from the relentless friction. Tank flipped the sling, positioning Alex face-down so his ass jutted out. He lubed up with spit and plunged in, the piercing adding ridges of pain-pleasure. "Tighten up, bitch. Milk my load." Alex sobbed, but his body clenched, drawing groans from the brute. Tank fucked like a machine, breaking a sweat, then yanked the condom off mid-thrust—another one sabotaged earlier—and went bare, flooding the teen with thick spurts. "There ya go, infected now." Jake joined the rotation, taking Alex's mouth while Bull reclaimed the ass. The boy was double-teamed, gagging on Jake's HIV-laced cock as Bull's bare dick churned the cum inside him. The truckers rotated for hours, each breaking or ditching condoms to ensure the virus took hold. Rusty jerked Alex off during one round, forcing the boy to cum shamefully onto the floor while getting railed. By afternoon, Alex was a wreck—body bruised, hole swollen and gaping, cum oozing from every orifice. The truckers lounged, smoking and drinking, passing the boy around for quick fucks. Jake unchained him briefly, making him crawl on all fours to service each man, licking boots and balls before getting bent over the tailgate of a truck. "You're our cumdump now," Jake said, shoving Alex's face into a puddle of jizz on the ground. "Ride with us, or we leave you here leaking. But you'll want more." The drugs and abuse had broken something in the teen; he nodded weakly, body craving the twisted release. The convoy rolled out, Alex secured in Jake's sleeper, ready for the next stop. More mates would join, more loads to take, the infection sealing his fate in this endless road of depravity. Tank drove point, Rusty and Bull flanking, all knowing the kid was theirs to share, to ruin, to infect forever. As the sun set, Jake pulled Alex onto his lap in the cab, impaling him on his cock while steering one-handed. "Feel it deep, boy? That's your new life." Alex moaned, grinding down, lost in the haze of cum and submission. The truck stop faded in the rearview, but the nightmare—and the ecstasy—had only just begun. The days blurred into a haze of asphalt and ass-fucking. At every stop, the truckers added to the roster: a grizzled vet named Spike with a curved dick that hit Alex's prostate just right, making him squirt unwillingly; and Marco, a younger hauler with endless stamina, who tied Alex spread-eagle and edged him for hours before dumping raw inside. Each man knew the score—Jake's whisper about the HIV spread like wildfire, turning the sharing into a deliberate breeding session. One night at a remote weigh station, they parked in a circle, building a bonfire from scrap wood. Alex was the entertainment, stripped and oiled up, made to dance for the six truckers now gathered. His slim body glistened, cock half-hard from the poppers they'd forced on him. "Shake that ass, slut," Spike barked, and Alex obeyed, twerking until hands grabbed him. They took turns in the firelight, bending him over logs, against tires, even hoisting him between two men for a spitroast. Condoms appeared sporadically, only to be ripped or filled with holes. Marco went last, flipping Alex onto his back and folding his legs to his chest, pounding so deep the boy's toes curled. "Take my seed, poz boy," Marco hissed, erupting without barrier, his load mixing with the others in Alex's battered guts. By week's end, Alex's body ached constantly, his hole never closing fully, a constant drip of cum marking his jeans when they let him dress. Fevers came and went—early signs, Jake said with a laugh, slapping the boy's ass. "You're one of us now." The infection took hold slowly, but the truckers didn't care. They drove on, Alex chained and used, his innocence shattered on the road's endless ribbon. In the sleeper, as Jake fucked him slow and deep one night, the boy whispered, "More... please." The virus bound him, but so did the cock, the cum, the brutal brotherhood of the highway.

Glad you shared this. I've been asking around for a while, just bought a bunch of new plugs (Topped Toys), the SP Egg is still in route, but the others you've mentioned I hadn't heard of. I've had the 96 Topped Toy Grip? in for 5 hours now...3 hours yesterday. Got four more sizes after that. I find ToppedToys to be to squishy - imho. I'm looking forward to the Egg which I've heard is more firm. I'm gonna check out the rest. Thanks @fuzzybttm For better or worse, 31 years of getting fucked and I still seem to snap back and I'm ready to not do that! 🙂

Sorry, but no women. She can help Lucy with the Max Factor pancake makeup

Yes, No, Maybe, Probably 🤔😅. I very rarely know whose got their cock inside me. Being cock hungry, cocks get stuck into me & I'm too busy enjoying the fuck & his load to actually care what he looks like. As long as he fucks me rough & leaves his load in deep, I don't bother getting to know who it is.

Please! We need more. This story is so good. Love the increased risk and slow descent into dumb faggotry

i believe they will be speaking for a lot of Americans when they do, something a large number of our elected representatives are failing at this last year.

I am hopeful our allies, the real ones we had for decades before Donnie, will sanction us, as they should.

I’ll give it to u slut

His cock is also a lot bigger in person than in videos!

for all i know, you may already have 😜

I started lowering my standards almost from the beginning. I was a teenager (so, uber horny!) cruising park restrooms and woods.

When Cumunion was getting started at the Steamworks in Berkeley Damon Dog was there to promote videos that were being offered. He was so sweet and found me chilling in the sling, stepping up fingered my ass then slid his cock deep inside fucking me rough, blew his load deep then offered up my cummy ass for another stud, starting a train on my hole, ended up taking at least a dozen loads thanks to Damon

hmmm when i was young and closeted my options were very limited and therefore i often felt i'd slummed it a bit. ABS don't always carry the porn star hunks you dream about being gay w lol after i came out the world seemed my oyster so i could afford to curate my sex life. but ive always valued performance over looks and would often hook up w "butterfaces" because id rather enjoy sex than impress my friend w the handsomeness of my conquests. by 35 i'd low key developed a sex addiction so it did seem i was being less choosy but it was more about needing a fix than enjoying sex. once i got divorced after a very long monogamous relationship i was much older and therefore had to lower my standards per see but i adjusted by leaning in and exploring my sub bottom cumdump side. if you havnt been bred blindfolded by an unseen unknown stranger yet, i highly recommend it. 😈

Kevin was browsing through profiles on adam4adam and once again found himself staring at the hottest guy he had ever seen. The guy was six one, 145 pounds, 26 years old, white, with a smooth nine and a half inch cut cock. And he was poz. "Damn," Kevin thought, "why does he have to have HIV?" As he had done many times before, Kevin couldn't help but to click through each picture of the guy's photographs, hoping to see more of the man's gorgeous body and enormous cock, but the most memorable image was the outline of guy's huge dick underneath the guy's bathing suit. The text on his profile always caught his eye, and Kevin found himself inexplicably turned on as he read it again "I'm poz. I fuck bare. Don't message me unless you want poz jizz in your hole." The first few times Kevin had read the man's profile, the message scared and repulsed him, but increasingly he found himself somewhat aroused as he found himself wondering what it would feel like to have the huge cock filling his ass with jizz. His thoughts were interrupted when the a4a alert noise cracked through his speakers and startled him. He checked the messages. 'Oh shit', he thought, 'it's from *him*'. The following conversation followed: hungpozfucker: hey, you always look at my profile. so i thought id say hello. dont worry, you can't get pozzed just chatting with me. kevinboi22: oh. um sorry. ur hott and all, but i dont fuck guys with hiv. hungpozfucker: no worries. it's not like i would let you fuck me. i would, however, attack your ass with my huge cock, if u were willing. Kevin found that his half-way hard cock was suddenly at it's full seven inches. kevinboi22: like i said ur hott. it's just the hiv thing. ya know? i wish i could see more pics of your cock though. hungpozfucker: i don't have any more pics here. look, let's meet up, and i'll show you in real life. don't worry, i'm not gonnarape your little boi hole or anything. i'll just come over, we can chat, i'll give you a glimpse, and then i'll leave. it doesn't hurt to make new friends does it? Kevin's cock was now throbbing as he imagined this huge cock being forced into him. "uggh," he thought "i wanna see it. i want him to fuck me, but not with hiv." kevinboi22: well, i guess that's cool. i'm a little shy, just so you know. and i only want to take a look, okay? hungpozfucker: deal About an hour later, Kevin heard a knock on his door. His heart was pounding, and his cock immediately resumed it's rock-hard status as he imagined what was on the other side of the door. Kevin let his new poz 'friend' into his living room. An awkward pause followed, but then the visitor took over. "I'm Bret. I guess I'll just break the ice," he introduced himself; and then casually pulled his shorts down revealing the longest and thickest soft cock Kevin had ever seen. "Oh my God," Kevin said as his mouth dropped. "Go ahead and touch it, it's okay. You can't get nothing by just feeling it." That was all the permission Kevin needed. He quickly got on his knees and inspected the beautiful cock as he slowly caressed it and felt it harden in his hands. "How big is it?" Kevin asked. "About 9.5 inches. Probably too big to fit in your hole anyway," Bret said half-smiling to himself. Kevin's cock was throbbing again. He continued to stroke Bret's enormous piece as it got fully hard. "Why don't you give it a little kiss since you like it so much?" Bret said while smirking. Kevin was scared, but too aroused to care at this point. He starting softly kissing the massive cock in front of him from the tip to the base, and back up to the tip. "Good, now give it a french kiss," Bret instructed. Kevin hesitated for a moment, but gave in to the urge and licked his tongue around the thick headed mushroom tip. After just a couple of seconds, he decided to just give up on the "kissing" and starting to go down on Bret's cock. "That's it," Bret assured him "suck that cock you've been wanting for soo long." Kevin tried desperately to fit the entire cock in his mouth, but could barely get past half. He kept trying with all earnest. After a few minutes, he stood up to take his shirt, jeans and underwear off, while Bret finished taking the rest of his clothes off. "Get back on that cock," Bret urged him. Kevin quickly obliged and sucked as hard and far down as he could. "Oh fuck yeah, use lots of spit. Make my dick as wet as you can like you want me to fuck your ass using your spit for lube," Bret insisted. Somewhere in the back of his head, Kevin was afraid; but the fear was somehow feeding the intense arousal he felt as well. He imagined this big tool being forced into him; and all he could do was continue to suck and apply as much spit onto the cock in his mouth as possible with each lick and suck, while he slowly tugged on his own cock. "Yeah, I knew you would surrender to my cock, that's it," Bret was smiling to himself knowing that he had won his prize. "Mmmmmmm" was all Kevin could muster to say as he gobbled and slobbered all over the cock he was worshiping. "Get on all fours now," Bret demanded. Kevin was both nervous and ecstatic to hear this. He was finally gonna get the cock he wanted; and any thoughts of Bret's HIV status were completely forgotten now. "Oh god, fuck me, please!" Kevin begged. "First things first," and then Bret licked at the tight little boi hole in front of him, "I need to make sure you're nice and wet to take this." Kevin already felt an orgasm building, and nearly came just from the wonderful tongue-fuck his ass was receiving. "Are you sure you want this now?" Bret asked, confident of the answer to follow. "Yeah!" Kevin said nearly interrupting the question, " fuck my ass with your big cock!" "You're ready for your first poz cock to attack your ass?" Bret clarified. Kevin didn't care anymore. All he knew was that he needed to get fucked by this cock. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!" Bret forced his thick headed tip into Kevin's tight hole, and with some effort had the first few inches inside. "OH MY GOD!" Kevin yelled, "it's so fucking big. Oh, fuck!" Bret continued to press until he was mostly inside. Kevin felt a pleasure unlike any he had felt before, even as his ass was stretched ever more open, and Bret's magnificent cock slid deeper into Kevin, certainly more deeply than any other cock had done so before. Kevin nearly fainted from the simultaneous pleasure and pain his ass was feeling, but after a few glides in and out, he got used to it; and then the pleasure took over and sent Kevin into pure ecstasy. "You like that huh?" Bret asked. "Oh fuck yeah" Kevin panted out. "Tell me you want me to poz your ass." Bret said as he thrust all the way into Kevin. "OH FUCK! Yeah man, poz my ass!" Kevin could barely mutter as his ass was assaulted with deep punishing thrusts. "Do what?" Bret asked. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin answered. Bret smiled to himself. He had his new cocklover right where he wanted him. "Do what?" he asked again, smiling to himself. "POZ MY ASS" Kevin blurted even louder. Kevin was completely under Bret's control; and was trying not to cum as he felt the big cock owning him. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin again yelled. "Okay," Bret answered, "get ready for my poz cum to explode in your ass!" Brett quickened his pace as Kevin started stroking. Brett started to unload; and Kevin felt his ass getting slippery and started shooting his cum onto the floor. Brett grabbed Kevin's waste tighter and fucked as hard and deep as he could as he unloaded into Kevin's hole. Kevin suddenly remembered Bret was poz and found himself panicked as he realized he was getting a poz load blasted into him. The panic turned into excitement; and Kevin continued to cum, shooting a huge load onto the floor as Bret continued to cum deep inside Kevin. It was the most intense orgasm Kevin ever felt, and he could not believe how much cum was being shot into him. "Oh fuck!" Kevin yelped as he felt one final jab of Bret's huge dick shove into him. "There ya go," Bret whispered. "Finally got what you wanted." Kevin felt a strange sense of relief and satisfaction. "That was fucking amazing. I never came so hard," Kevin confided. "Be careful what you wish for," Bret thought to himself. They both managed to stumble to Kevin's bed, where they then passed out from exhaustion.

Part 7 (sorry for the delay, life got in the way for a while): So, there I was, awake, a little drunk, and very horny, laying in bed next to my boyfriend who'd just fucked me with a condom. I had 2 loads of cum inside me from Chad and Greg, so that means I'd been fucked by 3 different guys this evening and I still hadn't cum myself. My balls were aching. Nate was dead to the world and snoring. Nothing short of a tornado would wake him up at this point. I knew Chad was just down the hall, with a great dick and a preference for bareback sex. I could just jerk off in bed next to a sleeping Nate. I shouldn't get out of bed, naked, and wander down the hall to see if Chad's still awake. After all, Nate and I were in a relationship and we were monogamous with each other. So, with all that in mind, I'm sure you can guess what I did. I have no self control when I'm horny. I found myself wandering down the hall, walking quietly to reduce the risk of waking Nate. I was naked, and I was hard. My ass was well-lubed. I gently opened the door to Chad's room. I wanted to be careful because I didn't want to wake him up if he was already asleep. I needn't have worried. He was sitting up in bed, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up at me and said "come in, what can I do for you?" I replied that I was just checking him to see if he was asleep and if not, if he needed anything. He asked me if I always check on guests while I'm naked and hard, and then told me to tell him why I was really there. "I'm horny, my balls are about to explode, I've been fucked this evening and I haven't cum yet. I need to cum" Chad: "What do you want from me? Can't you ride your boyfriend's dick?" Me: "He fucked me, came quickly, and fell asleep. He's snoring now" Chad: "Did he wear a condom when he fucked you?" Me: "Yes, as usual. He always does" Chad: "Did he cum in the condom, or pull it off to shoot over you?" Me: "He always cums in the condom" Chad: "What do you want me to do?" Me: "I need you to fuck me again, please. I need a cock in my ass to help me cum. I'm so fucking horny" Chad: "Where's the condom that Nate shot his load into?" Me: "It's in the bathroom, probably in the trash can" Chad: "Go get it and bring it back to me" I left Chad and went back to the bathroom. I stopped in the hall to listen for Nate's snoring, and sure enough, it was still going. I went into the bathroom and found the used condom. Chad had wrapped it in toilet paper, of course, so I had to unwrap that to find it. I took it back to Chad as though I'd found a prize. I wasn't sure why he wanted to see it. Maybe he wanted to see how much cum Nate produces? Or did he just want proof that Nate had fucked me with a barrier of latex between us, while Chad got to enjoy skin on skin action? I returned to Chad's room and found him standing in the doorway, wearing exactly what I was wearing. Nothing but an erection. Chad is a sexy fucker, probably better looking than Nate, and he has a bigger and thicker cock. I handed him the used condom and he ushered me inside. I reached for the door to close it, but he told me not to touch it, that we needed to leave it open. He guided me to the bed and pushed me onto my back. He hoisted my legs over his shoulders and I could feel his dick touching my hole. I needed it inside me. Now. I tried to slide back onto it, but he held me in place, teasing me. I glanced at the open door and Chad saw me. He said that if I wanted his cock inside me again, I had to follow his rules. Rule one was that the door stays open. Rule two was that if Nate woke up and came looking for me, Chad would just continue fucking and only pull out once he'd cum. Could I agree to his rules? I was drunk, very horny, my balls were full, and I needed this. I was also pretty certain that Nate wouldn't wake up. Of course I agreed. I probably would have agreed to anything at that point. Chad grabbed the used condom, untied it, and tipped it up so that Nate's cum dribbled out over Chad's dick. Chad then pushed his cock inside me. I was already lubed from Chad's load earlier, Greg's load at the park near the station, and the lube that I used when Nate fucked me, and now Nate's cum was being added as lube. This was so fucking hot. I was finally getting Nate's load inside me, something I'd wanted for a long time. Obviously it would have been better if it had been dumped inside me directly from Nate's tool, but this was good too. Chad started fucking me, long strokes in and out. He wasn't in a hurry to cum. I was close to the edge, and I think he could tell. I went to jerk myself off, and he brushed my hand aside, telling me to wait my turn. I enjoy a long slow fuck as much as the next guy, but in this situation, I was hornier than I ever remembered being, and I was also concerned about Nate waking up and finding me with his best friend's bare cock deep inside me. I tried to move Chad along, but he was in control. I said "Please, I need to cum" Chad: "You'll get to cum soon enough, let's just enjoy the fuck first. Your hole is so smooth and silky with so much cum inside you. I'm going to have to fuck you again sometime with you pre-loaded" Me: "Fuck that sounds hot, yes, you can fuck me again" Chad: "Pre-loaded?" Me: "Yes, whatever you want. Please, I just need to cum" Chad: "Does my cock feel good inside you?" Me: "Your cock feels awesome inside me. It's hitting all the right places" Chad took my ankles off his shoulders and somehow in one movement, rolled us over so that he was on his back and I was riding him. Chad: "Ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock. Make me explode inside you" I rode him like my life depended on it, like I was a jockey on the winning horse. I was in ecstasy. This is what I needed. I started jerking myself off Chad was getting close too. Chad: "Fuck yeah, keep that up and you'll get another load inside you" With a roar (had he forgotten that the bedroom door was still open?), Chad thrust up into me and delivered another load of man juice to my colon, a fresh delivery. Feeling his cock spasm inside me gave my prostate the extra massage it needed and with a loud grunt, I released my pent-up load all over Chad. It went everywhere, on his chest, on his face, some directly into his open mouth, I saw some land in his hair, and on the headboard behind him. Chad later said that it felt like I was trying to amputate his penis because my ass muscles tightened and gripped him so hard. I don't remember ever coming that much before or ever having an orgasm that strong before. I stayed in place, sitting on Chad with his slowly deflated cock trapped inside me, while we both caught our breath. Especially me. I think I forgot to breathe for a few moments and had to remember how to do it again. I slowly climbed off and looked at Chad. He needed some serious clean up. He said that he'd take a shower, and if Nate heard, he'd just say that he had trouble sleeping and thought a shower would relax him. We both left Chad's room, both naked. I was no longer painfully erect, and my ass had collected another load of cum. 4 loads from 3 different guys tonight, not bad for someone in a monogamous relationship with a condom-obsessed partner. Chad was also no longer erect, but he was wearing a lot of evidence of my non-monogamy. I snuck into the bedroom. Nate was no longer snoring, but was still asleep. I think he must have rolled onto his side at some point. I gently crawled into bed and fell asleep, faintly aware that someone's cum was slowly oozing out of me. That was such a risky fuck, with Nate in the same house. I got away with it this time, but I really couldn't let that happen again.

I have hooked up with Rob Rodin and Ray Dalton. I do still have the videos I recorded with Ray I hooked up with him within my first year of moving to Pasadena. With Rob I meet him at a Team Pig Party and at Cum Union both times I got bred by him.

I love going to the Greendoor in Bethlehem PA. I spent 5 hours in a gloryhole sucking cock and taking many anonymous loads. I used to have a video, but now just a few pics.

Apologies for spelling and grammar. Enjoy I went outside into my car and started to unload my stuff. Rick lent a hand and helped my carry stuff from my car into the room via the garage sliding door. As he was putting them down one of them fell and the box opened up which had some clothes and underwear. He grabbed one of my jockstraps and pulled them and looked at me and smiled and then put it back in the box. I blushed and went back out to the car to bring in more stuff. After we were done unloading he gave me the tour of the rest of the house. It was small and nice. He showed me the shared bathroom near my room. It was nice and had a shower tub. Over the toilet was a print of a nude man posing and partially covering his huge penis. I was surprised by it but also found it tasteful and nice. I stared and looked at with Rick noticing my staring. I looked back at him and smiled and he led me to the back of the house thru the kitchen and towards his bedroom. I heard sounds coming from it. We got to his bedroom. There was a large with a king bed in the middle, dresser and sitting area with a couch. What was making the noise was a big screen TV facing his bed. It was playing gay porn. A younger guy about my age was taking a huge cock up his ass. Rick put his hand on the small of my back and led me in further. Rick looked at me staring at the TV. "Sorry I was watching some porn before you came" he said smiling at me. His cock was now hard pushing thru his shorts. He caught me looking at his shorts area. I looked back at the TV. I dont know why but I started to get warm again. "You want to sit down and watch more", Rick asked sitting on the bed and patting a space next to him. He then shifted and squeezed his huge cock. There was a wet spot on his shorts. I stared again. "No Im good, not my thing", I said "You sure this isnt your thing", he said smiling looking at my crotch. Apparently I had a slight hard on too. "Yeah im good", I said. As I exited his room I noticed more art work of nude men all tasteful. By the door as I was walking out was one of two men having sex. You could see the ecstasy on the man on his back implying he was taking a cock from the man on him. I stopped and looked for a few seconds and then walked out. I told Rick I had to go meet my gf for dinner and was already going to be late. He said thats fine and told me how I could earn my rent is to help him clean up the pool. He said he wanted me to look at it before i left. He had a small pool in the back, maybe 250 square feet along with a small hot tub. Surprising given the small size of the house. It had leaves in it and looked a little dirty. I told him I would be happy to clean it tomorrow, Saturday. I quickly went to my room and started to change to go meet my gf. I took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts and was still partially hard and had a precum on my underwear. I grabbed my jeans and started to pull them up when I realized Rick was standing there. "Glad you enjoyed the tour of the house and my TV", he said smiling. He stared at my cock and the wet stain on my underwear. I pulled up my jeans quickly and he walked over and held a key in his hand. This is for the sliding door. See you back tonight and dont lose the key. With that he took the key and placed the key and his hand in my front pocket. His hand brushing against my turgid cock from inside the pocket. When he pulled his hand out it rubbed against my head and I felt my cock throb. I hoped he didnt feel it and then said thanks and went off to see my gf.

Pretty much all bugs I’ve gonno many timeS, syphilis 3 times and heo C a year ago Comes with my slamming and the guys I hook up with. I usually don’t tread them straight away. If I get them I want to breed them. After a while I get them treated. Long long raw sessions with sleazy guys and irs a given you’ll get STDs every so often, it doesn’t bother me . Risky raw feels so good

If you want to know the lead-up to the moment in this story, follow the link below. I spent the next week thinking about Scout’s dad fucking his wife’s arse, and at football training, I kind of hoped his dad would visit and give me an opportunity to ask him more about it. Scout was still his distant self, so I told myself the best option was to keep treating him the same as the rest of the team. A few weeks had passed, no Scout’s dad and no fucking except for jerking off in the showers. Life was beginning to feel a little mundane. An old mate of mine from my pro football days hit me up, and we decided to go out and have a bloody good time. We kicked things off with a few lines of Coke to get the night rolling, then chilled on the deck with a smoke, beers in hand, before hitting the town’s bars. As midnight neared, we were hopping from pub to pub, deep into the night and feeling more raucous with each drink. We finally found a spot in the CBD to hang back and gather ourselves. My mate started telling me about his thatched roof back home—his wife had just found out he'd been seeing other girls behind her back. I shared a bit of my own past with my ex. He wasn’t exactly surprised; he used to be part of the footy crew that loved a party and a bit of trouble. He even reckoned he saw me eating her out after we all gangbanged her—that time’s stuck with him. Honestly, I sometimes wonder if he might’ve been the one who leaked those pics. We made our way to Collingwood. I think we grabbed an Uber. By this stage, I was fucked up. I drank and sniffed so much coke that time became a bit of a blur. I recall queuing up with my mate, trying to compose myself. My mate was in the same state. Music is pumping in the club, and I’m wondering where the fuck I was? ‘Oi, I know you lot. Used to play for the Rabbitohs, right?’ someone in the line said. ‘Used to, mate,’ my friend muttered. ‘Just so you know, this is a gay club,’ the random bloke added. ‘Fuck me!’ My mate and I burst into laughter. ‘Where the hell have you taken me?’ I asked him. He just laughed. ‘I dunno, mate. No idea how we even ended up here,’ he replied. We reached the front of the line, and the bouncer stopped us. He knew full well that we were too intoxicated, and after the comment from the random in the line, he refused us entry. I reckon because he was concerned we might cause a scene or start a fight if something were to happen. If someone were to try to make a pass at us. ‘I think it is time we call it.’ My mate said as we stood by the side of the road. He waved a taxi down. It pulled up and hopped in the back seat. ‘I’m gonna walk home, mate. I need to sober up.’ ‘Suit yourself.’ And the taxi left. I wandered the streets, having no idea where I was or where I was going. I needed a drink. Water. Something. I walked into a convenience store and walked up to the counter. ‘Where’s the fridge, mate?’ ‘Huh?’ the bloke behind the counter grunted, scratching his head. ‘Just a bottle of water, Ta. Thought I’d grab one while I’m here.’ ‘You’re in a bloody sex shop. We’re selling dildos, not bottles of water.’ I pulled my head in and looked around. I noticed a wall full of porn movies, cabinets full of dildos and all kinds of other sex toys. I had no idea how to describe or could never have envisioned how they would work. There were a couple of mannequins dressed in jockstraps and leather harnesses, which I initially thought were people and a door near the back with pink, purple, blue, and orange strips hanging in the front, waving about in the air, blowing out from behind them. ‘I need to sit down for a moment. Can I just sit?’ ‘Yeah. Out the back.’ The guys smirked. I brushed past the colourful strips into a dark and dim hallway. There was a faint beat to the low-level music. As I drew further in, the sound was soon drowned out by moaning and humping. The air had a dense, stale smell. Almost like cigarettes and a dirty men’s bathroom, but slightly different. Slightly mixed with the smell of sex. I entered a room lit only by a large screen at the far end and sat down. I must have dozed off. I slowly came to. Woken by a strange feeling on my cock. I opened my eyelids to find a man around my age sucking on my hard cock. ‘Fuck!’ I pushed him off my cock ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ ‘Wow. Sorry mate. I thought you were enjoying it. Seemed like it. You are rock hard.’ He was right. My cock was hard. But shit. I was out of it. I didn’t realise I was even getting a blow job. And from a guy from that matter. ‘Dude. I’m not gay.’ The guy sat next to me. He seemed a little puzzled, then pointed to the screen. ‘You realise you are in a gay cruise club.’ I looked at the screen to find two masculine blokes fucking. One guy with swimsuit tan lines on his arse bent over with another muscular guy fucking him from behind. ‘Jesus! How’d I get here?’ ‘Beats me, mate. But you are here.’ Every inch of my mind was telling me to get up and leave. But for some reason, I keep looking at the screen. Watching… Admiring the good-looking guys fucking. They reminded me of the lads from the football team I coach. I moved my hand to my cock and began to massage it. For a moment, I forgot the guy sitting next to me, then he caught my eye when he pulled out some glass pipe and a lighter. I turned to watch him heat the bulb at the end and smoke from it. He noticed I was watching. ‘Want to try some?’ He said as he exhaled a white cloud from his mouth. ‘What is it?’ ‘Think of it as a pick-me-up.’ ‘What? Like cocaine?’ ‘Even better. It will get you super horny.’ I figured, why the hell not? I had been partying all night, and I was already feeling a little horny from watching what was happening on the screen. I figured it might help me relax and not be so nervous about what I was watching. I grabbed the pipe, followed the guy's lead, heated the bulb at the end, and smoked. ‘Keep breathing in. Don’t stop.’ I didn’t. It was a rush of adrenaline that hit me from head to toe. I slowly exhaled and repeated the action. ‘There you go.’ I felt an instant need to fuck. I wanted to fuck. But I wasn’t going to fuck a guy. No way. But I didn’t mind watching the gay porn playing on the screen. So, I sat back and jerked for a while. ‘Enjoy your night, mate. I’d suggest exploring the club. You might be surprised.’ He hinted at me and walked off. Interested in what he suggested, I explored deeper into the dark venue. The intense stale smell got stronger the deeper I went. I had not realised how many people were in there. Men… Only men. My mind widened to who I was noticing. First, and most present were young guys, clearly drunk or high, then there were the really old men. Wrinkly, scaly, one had his shirt off, sitting on a bench, fiddling with his tiny dick. But then I noticed clean-looking guys, one in a suit sitting in a booth and a guy on his knees sucking his cock. Guys were at different stages of undress, but what caught my attention were those wearing leather harnesses or just walking around in jockstraps. One particular guy got my attention. He was large and burly, with a big, hairy belly, leaning against the entrance to a booth, wearing boots, jeans, a thick leather belt with a heavy-looking buckle, and a leather harness crisscrossing his large, hairy chest. His eyes locked onto mine, and he lifted a cigar to his lips. As he sucked, the end lit up, giving me a little bit of light to see his long, scruffy beard, then blew out the smoke, which I caught a whiff of as I walked past him. He stayed locked on me the whole time. I could hear the sound of moaning in the distance, the ruffling of what sounded like a large group of men and a hint of a thumping noise. The moaning didn’t sound normal, almost like a drunken, painful noise. Curious, I followed it to a dark room with just a sliver of light peeking through from the gay porn playing on a large screen over the other side of the wall. I walked in. It was crowded. Guys cramped in there, all facing the same direction. I could sense the rhythm of men jerking themselves, and in the middle, a figure getting fucked. I weaved my way in closer; my eyes began to adjust to the dim light. I made my way near the middle and bumped into who the guy was fucking. I was shocked at first. I couldn’t believe what I just walked into. A guy with his face and chest planted into a low, small bench big enough for only one person, while on his knees, spread wide and arse in the air, and a guy fucking him from behind. I was frozen in my state of surprise, but shocked that my instincts weren’t that of disgust. Instead, I felt my cock throbbing in my pants. ‘I’m not gay,’ I kept telling myself. Light kept flickering through. I caught glimpses of the men in the room. Some were young, fit, but most, in fact, I reckon nearly all of them were old men. Some seem like respectable older men, like the fella I saw in the hall wearing a suit, but most look weathered and gaunt. Cocks were out, guys were jerking themselves, and they all had one thing on their mind: to watch this guy face-plant in the bench getting railed. ‘Fuck, yeah. I’m cumming.’ The guy fucking moaned out. ‘Yeah. Give him your load.’ Some said in the crowd ‘Dump in him.’ Said another, somewhere in the back. The guy fucking jittered, and his fucking shortened to quick jabs as he unloaded on the guy. He slipped out as he wiped the sweat off his brow. I couldn’t believe what I just watched. I couldn’t believe that I had a rock-hard boner in my pants from it. And just as I thought the show was over, another guy moved in behind the guy. This guy was much older with a long, solid cock, and he just pushed in balls deep and started fucking. The original guy who just unloaded his cum on the guy disappeared into the crowd. All the while, the guy being fucked, moaned and grunted. It was hard to tell whether he liked it or was in agony. This was all too much. I was peaking from what I had smoked earlier and was uncontrollably horny. I unzipped my pants, pulled them halfway down my hairy thighs and grabbed a hold of my cock and jerked away like the rest of the guys in there. The light flickered again, and I could see a glimpse of the guy with his arse in the air getting fucked with his face planted into the bench. I was surprised by how young the guy was; he couldn’t have been more than 19, with sandy blonde hair and a nice physique. Kinder reminded me of Scout. As the light flickered across his face, I noticed that he seemed semiconscious. He was kinder awake, but not. His eyes were kinder open, and from what I could see, they seemed to roll to the back of his head. ‘He took a fuck load of G.’ Some leaned in and murmured into my ear. G, that was the stuff the gang of blokes gave my ex-wife when they gangbanged her. The guy who murmured into my ear moved a little brown bottle up to his nose and took a huge sniff up each nostril. He must have noticed I was watching and offered it to me. ‘What is it?’ I whispered. ‘You’ll thank me after.’ I took the bottle and followed his lead. Instantly, the already pulsing meth in my system that had me horny as fuck, elevated to a whole new level. I felt an instant rush through my body. I was gone. My concerns about my sexuality evaporated, and I was completely hooked on what I was watching. I jerked furiously. The young man with his head planted on the bench was only centimetres away from me. I watched his body being thumped to the rhythm of the old man fucking him in the arse. Every time the light flickered on his face, my cock throbbed just a little harder. The guy next to me passed his brown bottle to me again. I took another two big sniffs up each nostril. The rush hit me again. My brain buzzed. ‘What is this?’ I whispered. ‘Poppers, mate.’ I needed to get some of it for myself. ‘Fuck yeah, boy. You’re about to get my seed.’ The guy fucking yelled out. ‘Yeah! Breed him.’ Someone in the crowd followed. ‘Get him pregnant.’ Another said. Get him pregnant? I laughed to myself. How funny. He is a boy. The guys fucking started to moan and held onto the boy’s hips tight. He was cumming. He must have had a huge load, because he was in that position for a while. He pulled out, and another stepped up and pushed his cock into the boy, who moaned. ‘Fuck. How many guys have fucked him?’ I whispered again. ‘Since I have been here. I have watched 8 guys fuck and breed him.’ ‘8 guys. What?! And he knows who these guys are?’ ‘Nah mate. He is a cumdump. He doesn’t know who is fucking him. He is only here as a hole for strangers to use and breed.’ The thought of this young boy, no more than 19 years old, completely high on G, getting fucked without any protection by strangers, while semiconscious, was too much for me, and I lost control. I jerked really fast, and I felt my orgasm rise. I moaned out loud, followed by a torrent of cum shooting all over the back of the boy’s head, the side of his face and his shoulder blades. My cumming must have set off a chain reaction. I heard another guy in the dark moan, and through the glimpse of light, I saw a large cock hovering just over the boy’s head, being jerked off and ejaculating all over the boy’s face, mixed with my load. I woke up to a hand tapping me on the shoulder. ‘Dude. It is closing time.’ My eyes sprang open. Static on the large monitor. My pants were down to my ankles, my soft, crusty cock flopped over my thigh. The guy from the counter was standing over me. ‘Clearly you had a good time.’ I must have passed out. I had no idea how long I had been slumped in the chair like this. I stumbled to my feet, pulling my pants back up and left. I showered, my mind flickering through what I watched the night before. I kept telling myself that I am no faggot, and it was the drugs that made me think and feel the way I felt. But the young lad taking dick after dick and never seeing who they were kept springing to the front of my mind, and I was raging hard. I jerked off in the shower and sprayed my load across the tiled wall. ‘Fuck’, I thought. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’ I had to do something about it. Let me know what you think. And tell me what you think happens next.

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GAME ON (part IV) Ali I can’t believe how stumbling upon the New Years Eve Horse Market competition has throne me off balance. I should be able to ignore it. But, once seen, I couldn’t unsee it. It’s like the words burned a permanent and persistent image in my brain, especially the $20,000 prize. It sounds like a lot of money, but to risk carrying the virus for the rest of your life, let alone risking you might be one of the unlucky sods that the meds don’t work for. It’s insane to consider being an at-risk mare in such a game, and yet, register I did. Furthermore, my application was accepted! I’ve been tested daily for two weeks, and the event is only one week away. Every day they take a sample of my blood and check it for HIV and the presence of PreP, a trace of either would get me disqualified But I can’t get disqualified. See, I’ve never taken PreP in my life, and I’ve never even been fucked, bareback, or with a condom. In fact, I’ve never even sucked a cock. I know it’s hard to believe that I could be 24 and never had any sexual experience, but it’s true. Oh I have shamefully jerking off to porn; but, I’ve never been with a man or a woman. Not that I would ever consider sex with a woman. Straight porn and a woman’s anatomy are gorse. I guess you need some background. My strict fundamentalist Muslim parents named me but clearly had no understanding of the meaning of my name; Exalted, noble, and sublime. They treated me like dirt. They were so disappointed I was their only progeny, especially after so many miscarriages. They felt cursed by Allah and made sure I knew I was equally and exponentially more cursed. I fled home in Brittan at the age of sixteen. I was a stowaway on a cargo ship destined for Montreal Canada. Miraculously I was not caught. I hiked and hitch-hiked my way to Toronto where I’ve been ever since. I took every menial job I could find working my way up to a waiter in a very expensive and prestigious restaurant. The tips I make are very fitting to the meaning of my name. I know my looks and people pleasing manner contribute to my success. I speak with a delightful combination to Farcy and British accent, at least that’s what people constantly tell me. I’m five foot, 10 Inches in a compact, muscular, cub body. I’ve avoided sex for many years by daily running, rowing and lifting weights. Dark hair covers my arms, chest, back and legs. I keep my thick hair and beard short cropped and I’m told that my dimples when I smile make my face adorable. It’s not unusual for people to admire my arm hair and ask me to unbutton my shirt to get a better view of the hair peeking out at my throat. I always comply and their hands inevitably reach inside to caress my well-developed pecs. Whenever this happens, I fit in an extra long run or workout. I avoid the gay village like the plague. If I mistakenly get close to it, I’m always hit on by one or many men whose lustful looks fill me with dread and shame. More accurately the stirring those looks create in my loins fills me with dread and shame. The holy teachings I grew up with forbade fornication, and fornication between men was punishable by death. That’s why Allah sent AIDS. I might have found the courage to run away from home and my hateful parents, but I couldn’t muster the self will to deny these incredibly restrictive religious teachings. That is until I saw the Horse Market advertisement. I knew it was pure, unadulterated evil, but it got a hook caught in me that nothing I tried could dislodge. I found a fortune teller and totally out of character and against my religion I went to her. She had me draw three cards from her deck. She told me the first card represented my past. She accurately described the dark hateful atmosphere of my childhood home and religion and the desperate loneliness of my current life. The second card was my present. Reading it from left to right she explained the dagger meant I needed to give my middle finger to my past and whatever was holding me back from the new life symbolized by the gorgeous sunrise on the right side of the card. The third card represented my future. It was filled with dozens of naked men’s bodies entwined in a hedonistic orgy. With a smile and gentle earnestness, she asked if I was gay. When I looked at the floor in shame she coaxed me, “You must give that shame the finger. Tell the shame and anyone that planted it in you to fuck off, let you live your life, the sacred, noble, exalted, sublime life Allah gifted you with in your soul.” I wept as she held me to her breast. When all the grief, pain and fear had finally released I pulled up the advertisement on my phone. She carefully read it before she said, “No one can tell you what to do my son. You must find the courage to trust your own intuition which will lead you down your unique path. Only you can know what’s right for you.” Then she paused and held my gaze with deep compassion. “But, let me say one more thing.” She broke into a big grin, “This event sounds fucking awesome!” We both laughed until tears ran down our cheeks and our bellies hurt. I floated home to my meager room, I had never felt so lite and full of confidence. I sent in my registration/application that night. I was terrified when I got word back that I was accepted as a mare competing to get knocked up with HIV. But what better way to give my parents and religious teachers the middle finger than to dive in the deep end of gay sex with maximum risk!

Part 8 I smile at the picture of Mark sleeping on Thomas’ shoulder, before I put the phone back into my pocket. They are heading to a poz sex tour, whatever that is, but for me it is going to be another kind of poz adventure today. Tony is driving us to a private gay beach, his gift giver Alan has recommended. I haven’t met Alan yet, but he sounds like a fun guy. The drive takes over an hour, but Tony and I enjoy the scenery around us. Finally, we arrive in front of an iron gate, which opens as soon as we drive into view of the camera. Tony had to register his number plate beforehand. As we park the car a naked older man comes to us and greets us with a big bear hug. ‘Welcome to Paradize, My name is Beau, Alan told me to hold an eye out for you two.’ ‘Hey’ Tony and I say a little nervous. I look around and see a sign on the wall. Three simple rules: No clothes no condoms no negativity ‘Oh, yes, our rules. I think they are easy to follow, condoms only produce litter, why would anyone want those at the beach. For the clothes, there are changing rooms over there as well as lockers, but of course you could also change here at the car park and put everything in your car. For the negativity part, I guess Alan told you, that this is a private beach for poz men and their friends.’ ‘Ah, not really, he just said, we would have fun’ Tony answers for us both ‘Oh, put one of you is poz, right?’ ‘Yeah, that would be me, Tony … nice to meet you’ ‘You too’ Beau says ‘so, that would mean you are Luke and you are neg at the moment.’ ‘That’s right’ I say, ‘is this a problem?’ ‘Not at all, but you just have to wear this wristband. It shows to the others that you are neg, some of our visitors only want to have sex with other poz men, so they probably won’t come to you. But others are quite horny to get some neg cock and ass, that’s why I think you will be popular today.’ ‘Oh, that sound like great fun’ ‘It is you two, now get out of those clothes and head to the beach, and a day full of sun, water, sex and pozzibilities. Have fun.’ While we walk naked to the beach, I look at the blue wristband, which makes me feel a little nervous, but Tony takes my hand, and I start to relax. I have been off PrEP now for ten days, even though, I only managed to tell my brother yesterday. But I needed to be sure first, and taking Tony’s poz cock every day for the last week just felt right. The beach is beautiful, we look for a perfect spot to relax, but there are already a lot of naked men, lying around. We decide to put our towels in the middle of the hustle, as we are both slowly getting hard. While we make ourselves comfortable, a man steps behind me, his shadow falling over me. He started to put his hand on my lower back, but I turned around rather quickly, and now his hand lies above my cock. I feel his strong and rough hands on my skin, before I manage to look him into his hazel eyes. He looks hot, my cock betraying me as it becomes rock-hard immediately, but his body is just perfection. Not the gym kind of muscle guy, but muscles because of hard work. The roughness of his hands, the lines in his face, the strength in his shoulders. This is a man of purpose, a man of power. He probably is around 40, twice my age, but I fancy him, a lot. Without uttering a single word, he takes my hand and guides me to his towel, which shows a big biohazard symbol. I sit myself down, but he positions me on my back. He pulls my legs apart and lets his body fall slowly down on me. When we are face to face, his eyes wander over my face, before he changes his position slightly, his cock now on my hole. No words have been spoken so far, when I finally want to say something, his mouth meets mine. It is his tongue that penetrates me first, reaching deep into my mouth. My hands slide over his back until they have reached his butt, I signal him with a lustful pull, that he can fuck me now. He didn’t need the encouragement; with slow and considerate pushes he puts pressure on my hole. Suddenly, my body opens up for him, and the tip of his cock enters my ass. But as soon as I am open, he lets all the gentleness go. After the tip he slams his dry cock inside me, his balls hitting my ass, while pain and pleasure run through my body. With increased speed and force he fucks me rough, pushing his cock deeper. As he changes positions again, now holding my legs in his hands, while he focusses on his cock entering me relentlessly, I realise that I am getting fucked in the middle of a beach. I turn my head slightly to the left and see a few men masturbate, while on the right a lot of them just keep going on with their conversations. Sadly, I cannot see Tony, as our spot is over my head. This moment of clarity also brings to me the realisation, that this man is poz, as he is not wearing a blue wristband. So, this man is the first poz cock after Tony, that fucks me since I’m off PrEP, he might be the one to convert me or give the gift, and I have no idea who he is. Another change in position brings me back to the fuck. The man has now put one of my legs over his should, while he pushes the other to the side. My hole is more exposed than before, and his cock slide in more deeply. He increases his thrust again, and starts to lean forward, bringing his body and my leg towards my chest. With a primal look his eyes focus on my face and he kisses me again, my leg pressed between our bodies. I feel his cock twitching, understanding that this poz man will shoot his toxic load inside me. Again, he increases his thrusting and with a final push he comes deep inside me, his warm toxic cum buried deep. He pulls out immediately and offers me his cock for cleaning. I sit myself up, taking his beautiful cock into my mouth licking the mixture of poz cum, ass juice and sweat. As I finally let his cock leave my mouth I notice a small scorpion tattoo on his hip, buried under his pubic hair. He kisses me a final time, and then he lays down on his towel, apparently done with me. I get up and want to walk back to Tony, but my towel and Tony are occupied as he is getting fucked by a massive bodybuilder. A little unsure what to do, with the cum of the last fuck still inside me, I turn around to the men, who masturbated while I was getting fucked. My instinct was right, they waved me to come to them, so I did. In less than a minute I have my second cock of the day in my ass and another in my mouth. Apparently, the man, who has his cock up my ass is Aaron, a big beefy bear, probably in his early 30s. He is incredibly hairy, especially his back, with a huge cock and a shining biohazard tattoo on his hip. In my mouth I have his husband, Darren, a skinny, smooth twink my age. After the silent fuck of the man before, Aaron startles me as he starts to dirty talk, but I get into the rhythm rather quickly. ‘Well, you little bug chaser slut, let me knock you up. My husband has already gotten the gift from me, so you will receive it too. I’m quite the twink converter.’ ‘Yes, Aaron, give it to me. Fuck me. Shoot you toxic poz load inside me.’ ‘Come on hubby, knock him up, this little slut works hard for your poz cum, so give it to him’ The talk turns us three into wild animals, despite rough almost violent thrusting inside my holes, they also scratch and bite my back, shoulders and ass. Darren, takes his cock out of my mouth to position himself below me, now sucking me off, I bend further down, retaking his cock in my mouth. It only takes us two a few minutes to shoot our loads while 69ing. His cum tastes very sweet, I make sure to swallow every little drop of it. He also takes all my cum into his mouth, but he doesn’t swallow. He comes to my face and gives me a deep kiss, making sure I swallow almost all of my own cum, which is a little bitter, but still fucking tasty. Aaron is still fucking me, while we two snowball each other, but I feel his cock twitching inside me, getting ready to take another poz load today. He takes me by the arms and pulls my back towards his hairy chest, when he positioned me as he wanted, his arms wrapped around my body to hold me in place. I can feel all the eyes of the men on the beach on me as Aaron increases his thrusting. With a final push against my ass, his load of toxic cum is shot into my ass. It takes him almost eleven shoots to empty his balls completely inside me. During that time he bit me in my shoulder again, this time leaving stronger marks. I fall back on all fours, getting an encouraging slap on the ass from Aaron. ‘That was great, we should do this again, we are here the whole day’ I make my way back to my towel, which is now free. Tony lying happily on his own. As I sit myself down, I feel something sticky on my ass, apparently the guys who fucked Tony left a souvenir for me on my towel. So, the slut I am I lick it clean as no load can go to waste. Tony laughs and then gives me a deep kiss. Within minutes we two are fucking each other, enjoying the feeling of being watched. We stay at the beach until late afternoon and leave with a lot more loads inside us, a second and third from Aaron and Darren. My hole is wracked, and all the cum is dripping out freely while I walk back to the car. I hand in my blue wristband, hoping that the next time I won’t need it any more. While we are on the way back home, my phone rings. I have gotten two new messages, one from Mark and one from Chad, which is weird as Chad and I haven’t spoken for two weeks now. The one from Mark reads: Hi Luke, just to let you know we have landed safely. We will talk to you tomorrow, apparently Thomas has to be initiated as he is one of only four neg men here. Hope you had fun at the beach. The other is from Chad: Hi, Lukey, guess who is on the same poz sex tour as your one and only former fuckbuddy. Right, you 'straight' brother and he lost initiation today, but see for yourself. I reluctantly open a picture he has send me, and on it I see Chad, now with a fresh biohazard tattoo around his belly button, fucking my smiling brother.

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Part four I was dreaming, or was I? my head came popping up, only to find myself naked on a picnic table with some guy with my legs over his shoulder eating my ass with gusto, trying to get what was left of that cum that hadn’t ran out and down on the table. Another guy was there with his pants down jacking off watching this guy eating me out. What the fuck happened, how did I get here, what the hell had I done; what did Dan do to me? There in the branches of the tree stood the black guy from yesterday with this big shit eating grin on his face, he walked up and the other two kind of stopped to see what this black guy was going to do. So, I see you have been having fun, and from what I heard you have been introduced to the parting ways of our lives down here? I just kind of shook my head yes and kind of embarrassed that the word of my breeding had spread so fast around this park of no one I knew. The black guy pulls out a bag and opens it on the table and I recognize the strap and syringe. He tells me to give him my arm, not really sure what or how, but I just did it; he then found my vein and pulled back and on seeing my blood, slammed the drug into me. I was then told to get down on my knees and worship his cock, I have no idea why, but I got down on my knees, naked, in front of these two other guys and pulled this black guys pants down and just started sucking not caring who was there, I just know I was there to please this man, any man and I was loving it!! You like that black cock in the piggy white mouth don’t you bitch? “Say It”! I really didn’t want to take his cock out of my mouth, but I knew what would happen if I didn’t; yes, I love you black cock in my mouth, I love sucking your big black cock in my sissy, white mouth and want to swallow your cum sir! You’re not getting my load down that white sissy throat this time; “Stand Up, bend over the table and spread those legs bitch! Oh my god, he was going to fuck me, fuck me with his masterful big black cock and make me his bitch too. I jumped up and positioned myself over the table waiting for this master of white bitches to take me, make me a bitch, possessed to be bred and knocked up by his superior seed!! The feel of his weight as he bent over me and feeling his cock find my white hole for him to take, to take as he wanted, I was pushing back, wanting, needing and now I found myself begging to be fucked by this black god of a man. Master, fuck me, please take me, make me your white bitch, fill my ass, pussy, cunt with your black manhood and fill my belly with your babybatter!! You white boys are so fucking easy to convert to being a black man’s bitch, little bit of drug, a taste of black meat and your hooked. Yes sir, I am hooked, I want to please you, please any man you tell me too. He then grabbed my hips and started to long stroke in and out of my battered and abused ass, and I didn’t care, I just needed to know that I was pleasing this man and hoping to get his seed more and more. His one hand let go of my hip and reached under me and laid in on my belly pulling me back to him, the other hand grabbed ahold of my hair. He asked me if I was his bitch; yes sir, I am your bitch, do what you want with me!! Tell me to breed you, to knock you up, to put my babies deep in that faggot white ass pussy of yours!! At this point I think they could of heard me in the next county. FUCK ME, IMPREGNATE ME; please flood your bitches hole with your seed, make me your pregnant sow!!! Tell me you want my toxic poz load in that white cunt; bitch. Yes sir; fill me, make me take your toxic poz load in my ass, my cunt; just cum in me. PLEASE!!! The black guy starts to fuck me with purpose at this point and roars out and I can feel his cock pulsing and filling me with his seed, his black superior seed, in me, in my white hole, now a hole that any man can use to dump his seed in and I will just bend over and accept my fate as a bitch to be used. As the black guy pulls out, he tells me to clean him, I have done this and know what is expected of me; I turn and kneel down and see his cum and start to suck and lap my tongue up and down his shaft to get all of his cum, and I could swear I tasted blood mixed in his cum, but as high as I was, who cared. When I was done, he pulled his pants up and wrote down a number, telling me tomorrow was Friday and there as a party he wanted me to attend; and this is not an option, you will be the guest of honor tomorrow!! DON’T LET ME DOWN BITCH!! He then walked away, and as he did, the one guy was already down and lapping my ass, and the other had blew his load and left. When the guy was done eating me out; something I have come to love! He fucked me and then left. I was glad I found my shorts and was able to get myself home and in the shower before I was caught by my parents! Guest of honor eh, wonder what that ment?..........