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So I'm still working on my other story but his is a shorter little side project that became a brain worm I had to get out. This is likely only going to have three parts. Here is part 1. I Corrupted My Young Husband I stroked my cock as I watched the big hairy muscle bear fucking my boy in our sling. I glanced down at the computer which had the feeds from the two cameras and made sure they were capturing all the action including a close up of the man’s bare cock slamming in and out of my husband’s hole. It was just three years ago that I first met Joey, the straight jock that had enrolled in my Queer Studies class in the spring semester of his senior year. When the class were introducing themselves, he was horribly overcompensating and oversharing, he said he was only taking the class because he needed the last few credits from a humanities class to graduate and that with his schedule and being a varsity wrestler, this was the only class that fit his schedule. By the time he graduated, he had accepted my invite for coffee. I had learned over the semester that the main reason he had not considered himself gay was because he was not attracted to guys his age, nor was he attracted to flamboyant guys, but he had developed an infatuation with me, his professor that was thirty years older. He eventually expressed how he wanted to be in a monogamous relationship, to be devoted to another man, to have that man devoted to him, and to be safe from STI’s. After that meeting, it was two more weeks before I popped his anal cherry. He insisted that I wear a condom and I obliged. He was a hot little muscle stud that was also smart and fun to spend time with. A couple months later he moved in with me and we told each other how we would be exclusive and devoted to each other. What I had not shared with him was that my main sexual kink was that I was a voyeur. I loved nothing more than watching someone getting fucked and bred, live and in person in front of me. Before he moved in I would spend a few nights a month at a bath house in the big city watching guys get fucked. Joey was the most beautiful specimen of youthful masculinity that had ever hit on me. Every time I fucked him, safely with a condom of course, I was fantasizing about this hot stud getting gang-banged by random men, being a free use, no loads refused cum-dump. Now, here we were three years later, living out my fantasy and what also, with some subtle prodding, turned out to be his as well. I just had to nudge him along the path. The first three months, I fucked him occasionally, always wrapped up to ‘be safe’. He trusted me and after us both being monogamous for six months and getting tested together, he agreed that we could fuck bare, but he insisted we also both go on PrEP, ‘just in case’. I agreed. It felt so much better to be inside his young tight hole bare then wearing a rubber, and he agreed. I could tell he enjoyed feeling my bare cock in him and he loved when I came inside him. He would play with his cummy hole afterward as I sucked him off and swallowed his load. Of course this still was not satisfying my deepest desires, and the frequency of our fucking declined over the next few months. Having long repressed his desires, Joey wanted to be fucked constantly and I was not meeting his needs. We had several long heart to heart talks and we agreed that he could go outside our relationship to get that itch in his ass scratched, but we agreed to some conditions, one I insisted on and two he wanted. My condition, which he eagerly accepted was that I would always be present when he was hooking up with guys outside our relationship. This feed right into my voyeur kink. He insisted that I not fuck other guys, which I was fine with as I understood his jealously and his abandonment issues from his absent father. He also promised that anyone fucking him would wear a condom and that I was the only one that would fuck him bare. I humored him on this one, but let him know that I trusted the effectiveness of PrEP. I helped him find older tops that wanted a piece of his hot muscular jock ass. We did the search together and he saw that many tops lost interest when he texted them that he wanted them to wear a condom. Plus after getting fucked by a few tops that did wear condoms, he had admitted, that after getting fucked bare and bred by me, he preferred getting fucked without a condom and having a man’s load inside him. I shared with him the info on PrEP’s effectiveness and eventually he agreed to go ahead and get fucked bare by other neg guys on PrEP. Overtime I shared more info with him about how undetectable equaled untransmittable, and he allowed me to broaden the pool of guys that fucked him while I watched to include poz guys that were undetectable. I introduced him to poz breeding porn, at first just pointing it out to him, and telling him I came across it while doing research about if it was safe to have undetectable guys fuck him. I did notice that he would check it out when I he thought I wasn’t watching him. We had also expended our usual play sessions from him having one guy come over to fuck him, to hosting gangbangs. He really enjoyed being the focus of long pump and dump sessions with multiple guys breeding his hole. We would usually finish the night with mine being the final load that would get dumped in his well used sloppy hole. As the months went on and he kept taking more and more loads, he asked me what would happen if it turned out that PrEP failed and he ended up getting infected. He wanted to know if I would still love him and if I would still want him if that happened. We were talking about it after a day where he had taken at least eight loads. He was on his back as I fucked him. I looked down into his eyes as I started to thrust into him harder, “I’d still love you and I’d still want to watch you getting fucked by other guys. I’d take care of you and make sure stayed healthy. You’re my Boy and will be forever, regardless of your status.” Our schedules were busy so it was a couple weeks before I was able to arrange another pump and dump session for him. This one though I had a little surprise for him to see how he would react, it would be a little test to see if he was willing to go further. On Saturday I had eight guys lined up to come breed my boy as I watched and filmed some of it. I always left it up to the tops if they were okay with me filming or not. I told Joey that the last top of the day was rather concerned about his privacy, so it wouldn’t be filmed and the top also wanted Joey to wear a blindfold. Joey was fine with that, quite a few of the tops liked to fuck him while he was blindfolded, it added a little something extra for them. The day had gone like normal, five of the guys had let me turn the cameras on and record. When it was time for the last top of the day, I turned the cameras off, got the blindfold out and put it on my little hot muscle stud of a husband. I then helped him get into position on all fours at the edge of the bed. Then I went into the living room and fetched the waiting top. He was mid-forties, white guy, slightly balding, decent shape, but with a nice eight inch girthy cock. He looked at me and asked, “You sure you want me to do this? It might fuck with his head more than you think.” “I think I know how he will react and it will be fine, trust me. I know he wants it, but he just isn’t ready to admit to me or maybe even himself yet,” I answered. “Okay, you’re the one that has to live with him if he reacts poorly. If he freaks I’m out the door,” said the man who in our online chats had given his name as Ray. I led him into our playroom. “Damn, he’s even hotter than in the pics you posted,” said Ray as he saw my boy on the bed. “You ready to another load Boy,” he asked as he walked over to the bed, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his cock as he approached. I closed the door, shutting it a bit to hard so it made noise, “Sorry about that,” I said make sure my Boy still knew I was in the room with him and Ray. Ray didn’t take long to get hard, he stroked his cock with one hand while sticking a finger from his other hand into Joey’s cum filled hole. “Damn, that’s a sloppy hole you have there Boy,” he said as he stroked himself while finger Joey’s asshole. “Thank you, Sir,” purred Joey as he pushed his ass back against the stranger’s finger. “Please fuck me Sir and give me your load,” he begged. I watched Ray fuck my Boy for about ten minutes. I was so fucking turned on, I gently rubbed my hard cock through my shorts. Eventually Ray turned and looked at me, then gave the agreed upon que for when he was getting close to cumming. He looked at me and said, “Hey can I get a some water, I’m parched.” My Boy knew that I had bottles of water in the room in case any of the tops needed a drink. What he didn’t know is that this was a set up. After a brief pause, I replied, “Sorry man, the previous guy took the last one, I’ll go get one from the kitchen.” Ray responded with a grunt of acknowledgment for the Boy’s benefit as he smirked at me. I went to the door and did my best to make as much noise opening it and then closing it as I could. A couple of seconds after I closed the door, but hadn’t actually left the room, Ray shoved Joey down onto the bed and lay on top of him as he continued to fuck him with his thick cock. The stranger brought his head down and whispered in my Boy’s ear, “Damn Boy, it’s a shame you are on PrEP cause I’ve been off my meds for a few months and I have a high viral load. You are one hot cum dump and I’d love to gift you and infect that hot ass of yours.” I don’t know who was more anxious for how Joey would respond, Ray or me. Joey didn’t say anything he just moaned and started thrusting his ass back up to meet Ray’s fucking. “Shit Boy, you are milking my cock like you want that toxic load. You want it don’t you, you want to me infect you? Don’t you?” asked Ray as he started thrusting harder, he was no longer whispering, but as far as Joey knew, they were alone in the room. Joey was moaning like crazy and being more active than he had with any of the previous guys today, thrusting back against Ray and grinding his crotch against the bed as Ray fucked him. “You want this toxic load Boy? You want it in your ass or should I pull out and shoot on your back?” asked Ray as he was getting close to cumming. Joey made a whining moan noise I’d never heard before. Ray was fucking my husband really hard now and Joey was clearing enjoying it. “That’s not good enough Boy, I’m going to pull out and waste this high viral load on your back unless you ask for it.” I knew Joey well enough that I recognized that he was cumming as he yelled out, “Please Sir, give me your toxic load, infect, poz me, breed me.” “Fuck yeah Boy,” said Ray as he reached his own organism from the combination of the dirty poz talk and Joey’s ass clenching his cock as the young muscle shot his own load onto the rubber playsheet covering the bed. I waited a couple seconds before opening the door and pretending to enter the room. “Oh damn, it looks like the missed the climax, but here’s your water,” I said trying my best to pretend I wasn’t on the verge of shooting my own load into my shorts from having watched that all unfold. “Thanks man,” said Ray as he kept up the act. He pulled his spent cock out of Joey and lifted up off the bed. He stood over Joey and slapped his ass, “Good thing you aren’t a girl cause if you were my potent load would definitely knock you up.” Joey did his best to act like this had just been another of the pump and dump encounters, “Thank you for giving my your load Sir.” “Your welcome Boy, I’m just bummed it’s only my load I’m giving you,” replied Ray as he zipped up his pants and turned to leave the room. On his way out, he leaned into me and whispered, “You have to call me if ever wants this for real, I’ll gladly take a med holiday to knock him up.” “Thank you for coming,” I said loudly as I nodded at Ray and gave him a thumbs up. Ray left the room and headed out of the house as I quickly pulled down my shorts and climbed on top of Joey who was still laying on the bed in a state of bliss after his organism. “He was a hot fucker,” I said as I slid my cock into Joey’s cum filled ass. It wasn’t going to take me long to add my own load. “You’ve been taking your PrEP right?” asked Joey, trying to disguise the sudden panic in his voice as he thought I was sliding my bare cock into his hole which had just received a toxic load.

He walked over and sat at the other end of the couch facing me. He opened his legs and stroked his hard huge obelisk of a cock. "Massage my balls and finger my perinium please", he said I thought for a second. It seemed safe enough. It's not like he asked me to suck his cock. I crawled over to him and sat between his legs. As I did that he lowered his left leg around my waist and his right leg came up from the ground and around my waist as well locking me in a bit. I started to massage his balls and search for his premium. He quickened his stroking of his mammoth cock. I worked his balls and found his perinium. He "Yeah boy work Daddy's balls and knot", he moaned. I couldn't help but stare at his huge cock. It was gorgeous. It was not just long at least 9" but thick and his veins made it so sexy. His cock head was large too like a plow. Being this close for the first time I noticed there was a hole like a piercing under his cock head. I kept massaging his balls and knot. He kept moaning. "Ahhh yeah. Go ahead and play with my hole baby, please" he moaned. I paused. He wants me to play with his asshole I thought? Isn't he a top? What about his disease? He must've seen me think. "Dan don't worry you can't catch AIDS from rubbing my hole or sticking a finger up it." he said jokingly "Oh yeah I know just never been asked to do that to a guy before. And aren't you a top" i said casually I reached further down and found his hole. He slide back and up to allow easier access. I played with it teasing it and massaging his balls. "Go ahead and stick you finger in", he said "I thought you were a top" I said "Yes I am but it feels good and second a good top knows how to take a dick too once in a while. That's what makes him a good top" Rick said "I don't have any lube near by lets use our cum" Rick said He pointed at the cum on me and his leaking precum. I rubbed my finger in both and then tried to stick it in his ass. He was tight and I didn't want to hurt him. "Go ahead don't worry just stick in easy. Slowly" Rick said looking at me I slowly pushed in and my finger went. He let out a moan. I pushed my finger in deeper. "Swirl it around and pushed it deep and hook it back to you" he moaned I did just that. It felt tight and wet and warm, like a pussy. It reminded me this first time I fingered Jane. Rick kept moaning and stroking his cock and playing with his nipples, all the while his eyes locked on me. I love the way he looked at me. It made me feel safe, loved, beautiful, sexy and that he was in caring control. As I hooked my finger back, he let out a deep moan. "Ohhh yeah do it baby do it for Daddy", he yelled My fingers went into overdrive, I worked his sweet spot and his balls. After another 20 seconds, he yelled. "Ughhhhhhhh here it comes", he moaned My eyes left his and focused on his huge hard cock. I was focused on it. He was slowly pumping not fast or erratic and his precum was just oozing out and then a small spurt of this cream popped, then a spray of drops all over, then large spurts came shooting out of his hot cum. I felt his ass squeeze hard around my finger as he orgasmed.

Part 8: Nick was due to return sometime today. We'd communicated via text while he was away, and I confessed that Daniel and some random guy had fucked me on my lunch break. Nick asked if either of them had used condoms, and I told him that both fucked me bare and bred me. He told me I was a good boy. I don't know why, but seeing that message maybe my dick jump. I think he likes being called a good boy. Nick told me to drive to the airport to pick him up. I couldn't say no to him, so I was lucky that I was able to take the afternoon off work. Nick said that he had a surprise for me, but wouldn't tell me what it was. I would just have to find out. I arrived at the airport and met Nick, who was standing and talking with a guy I didn't recognize. Nick introduced me to Pedro, a hot Latino guy Nick met while waiting for the flight. Nick and Pedro were both on grindr in the airport, and realized that they were booked on the same flight. Nick noticed that Pedro's profile said that he was poz, and with a little probing, Nick discovered that he was taking a med break, but would have to go back on meds soon. Apparently Pedro hadn't cum in a few days and was keen to drop a load in the airport bathrooms before the flight, but Nick talked him into waiting and told him that he could fuck me after they landed, and my ass would welcome his cum. Obviously no one asked me if I wanted Pedro to fuck me. Nick and Pedro got in the car, and Nick instructed me to drive to a park near the airport known for cruisy toilets. Once at the park, the three of us walked into the bathrooms together. I'm usually nervous about approaching like this because I think it makes it obvious that we're hooking up. Nick, on the other hand, likes it because he hopes that other guys see us and guess what we're doing, and decide to join in, or at least watch. As usual, when Nick and I have different opinions on the best course of action, we compromise by doing whatever Nick wants. Inside the bathroom, Nick just looked at me and said one work. Strip. We weren't even in a cubicle, we'd have no warning if someone entered the toilet block. Even so, I stripped my clothes off, and handed them to Nick. Pedro fished his cock out and told me to suck it. It was thick, uncut, and half hard. I sucked as best I could, knowing that I needed to get it hard so that he could fuck me, and knowing Nick, my saliva on his cock would be the only lube I'd be allowed. Pedro's cock grew to a decent 7 or 7.5 inches in response to the attention my mouth and tongue were giving it. When he decided that he was ready, Pedro got me to stand up, and bent me over at the sink, then plunged his cock inside me in one hard thrust. I yelped at the sudden intrusion and pain and begged him to go slowly, be gentle, let me get used to it. Nick told me to shut up, and told Pedro to fuck me harder, and tear up my insides to help his eventual gift take hold. Pedro didn't hold back, he gripped my hips tightly and pounded my ass hard and fast. I held on to the sink as a couple of tears dripped down my face, hoping that he'd cum quickly and the ordeal would stop. My other head was having the time of life, hard as steel and bouncing around due to Pedro's fuck, and splashing precum everywhere. Why does my own dick betray me in these situations? Pedro sped up and started fucking me even harder, a feat that I didn't think was possible until he proved me wrong. He got vocal, apparently forgetting that we were in a public park and the walls weren't soundproof. "I'm gonna cum soon, I'm gonna fill you up, take my toxic load you dirty slut" Nick said "yes, poz him, push in deep when you cum and fill the bastard up" With a sound that was something like a combination of a grunt and a groan, Pedro followed Nick's orders and pushed in all the way, hard, and throbbed inside me, filling me with his toxic baby batter. He rested inside me for a while, making sure that he release his entire load inside me. As he started to slowly withdraw, Nick told me to clench my butt muscles tightly to squeeze out and remaining cum from Pedro's shaft, and to prevent any of his precious load escaping. When Pedro's head left my ass, I expected Nick to thrust in to take advantage of my loaded hole because he loves sloppy seconds (or thirds or fourths... ) but instead he was holding a butt plug and said that he would fuck me later, he had another surprise for me and wanted to save his dick for then, and it was important not to let any of Pedro's swimmers escape. He pressed the butt plug against my hole and told me that I'd need to relax slightly to let the plug in, but not too much because he wanted to force it in and make it hurt. That comment caught me by surprise, though maybe it shouldn't have and I was just naive. I said "what do you mean by make it hurt?" and Nick rammed the plug home, making me scream and yell "fuck!". Nick laughed at my pain and said he'll fuck me later. He let me get dressed and the 3 of us walked back to the car. I was silent for the walk, my brain was confused about how hard I got from being in pain and from being abused. Nick and Pedro were talking about Pedro's medical situation, and Pedro said that he would have to go back on meds in about a week, so the two of them swapped numbers, with Nick making Pedro promise to fuck me as much as possible in the next week. We drove Pedro back to his place and then headed towards ours. When we were alone in the car, Nick told me that he was really turned on seeing me in pain, with a few tears making their way down my face, and he was happy that I clearly enjoyed in because he noticed how hard my cock was throughout the whole event, and he promised to make my cock hard like that again. He had an evil smirk on his face when he said that, so I was a bit scared at what that might mean.

[Author's note : Sometimes I like to put myself in a story written by another author and then see where it leads me. This one is based on part of "A late 80’s pozzing (Part 1)--the set up - Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION - Breeding Zone."] It was 1995 when it happened. I was bisexual and my wife Beth knew it, though she wasn’t happy about it. We had tried a couple of threesomes with other guys, and watching me get fucked really bothered her because I clearly enjoyed bottoming so much. After these episodes, it would be weeks before she would let me fuck her. Add to this the obvious risks: it was the height of the AIDS epidemic. We discussed my needs for man sex and agreed that I would stick to condoms and safe sex practices. Also, she would no longer participate with another guy. Instead, she’d sleep in another room while I enjoyed being with him intimately. So this was what we both expected when I invited Stuart, an incredibly handsome, openly gay man, to our house. Beth understood he would have me that night. He had also recently tested positive for HIV, which he didn’t try to hide. Of course, I shared this with my wife. We both simply assumed I would be careful. That's what I fully intended. She went to bed early in our guest room, leaving the master bedroom for Stuart and me. It didn’t take long for us to begin to play. We stripped naked and I saw his huge cock. Stuart offered me a full body massage and was soon working my back, shoulders, and legs with his oiled hands. He paused to slip a tape into the VCR, which he explained showed him in action with some younger guys. Then he started massaging my ass. I tensed up at first, but he wasn’t going for my hole so I relaxed. Stuart had to get more oil as he was running out of his small bottle. When he got back on me, he straddled my thighs. He worked more oil on my ass cheeks as I watched him getting his boy in a sling on the TV. Stuart was really working my ass nicely and his hands were sliding well into my crack. It felt great. The action on the screen picked up as Stuart lubed his boy’s ass and stuck his finger, then fingers, in and out. The boy was moaning and I was doing the same—although very softly. I wondered who was doing the filming because in the next shot Stuart pressed his dick against the hole, and then gently inside. The camera was very close. Thre was no mistaking the fact that Stuart's cock was bare. “Fuck!” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it was an honest reaction. Stuart said, “Yeah, that is a hot shot.” Stuart and I started to have a naughty conversation. He asked what I thought of his tape. I told him that his private porn was better than anything I had seen – most gay porn by then showed guys fucking with condoms. He continued to massage my ass, fingers rubbing all over. I confessed I was really taken with his video tape: I liked the role playing: he was in charge and the boy was letting him have his way. He simply stated, “Andy, I know you like submitting. Does Beth know that about you when you’re with another guy?” I blushed when I told him that the idea of me bottoming upset her, but I preferred it. Then I admitted that submitting to a dominant top turned me on. I could feel my precum leaking as I said this. Stuart noticed Beth’s pretty watch and her engagement ring, which she had left next to the bed on her nightstand. “Put these on, Andy,” he said. The watch, which I had given Beth for her 35th birthday not long before, was a slender tank-style, with a thin, shiny black leather band, gold case, and delicate roman numerals. The diamond ring sparkled in the light. I liked her to wear them when we made love, as a sign that she was my woman. I slipped them on. It felt weird, very effeminate, but also oddly and really hot. Stuart said, “They fit you perfectly. The watch is so sexy and feminine on you. And the ring is very special. It symbolizes mating and breeding.” “But we’re not gonna to do that,” I said immediately. Stuart just smirked and replied, “If you say so.” He resumed rubbing by ass, giving special attention to my crack and my tight hole. It felt very warm. Stuart’s weight shifted slightly and one of his hands left my ass. I could feel him reaching for more oil, but none was applied to me for a moment. Then he was kneading my ass more aggressively and rubbing his slick fingers over my hole. I was frozen in place. “Stuart, please don’t do anything more without a rubber,” I started to object. He wasn’t hearing anything about stopping. He simply said, “Just let me enjoy your body a bit.” “Beth’s in the other room,” I pointed out. Stuart snickered as he pointed out that she knew exactly what we were going to do. He added that she also implied it was fine by going to sleep in the guest room, which I knew was also true. Stuart went on that this tape was making him really horny—especially with what he called my sexy body underneath him. His slick finger was sliding around my puckered hole. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want,” he promised. “And I never kiss and tell.” Stuart said he was really good at reading men and that I had told him all he needed to know. He leaned forward and his rock-hard dick went between my ass cheeks. Again I froze as he just slowly slid back and forth. He wasn’t fucking me, but I was scared and could feel a cold sweat forming on my chest and under my arms. I glanced at the video and could see a close up of Stuart sliding bareback in and out of the boy’s ass. “My boys love my big dick inside them,” Stuart said smugly. The way that bottom was groaning proved his point. Stuart and I watched the fucking together, both of us breathing a bit harder. Stuart wedged his knees between my legs trying to get them apart. I wasn’t going for that until he gruffly said, “Spread them,” and whacked my ass with his hand. Without thinking about it, I just did what he commanded. “Lift up,” he said as he slid a pillow under my crotch. Again I obeyed. I started pressing my raging hard-on against the pillow while Stuart was grinding between my ass cheeks. The fucking on screen was getting more intense. I could hear Stuart telling the boy that his ass was his and he was going to fill it with his cum. He started to spank the boy hard, making a loud slapping noise. The boy’s high-pitched, girlish voice, whimpering “ah, ah, ah!”, was getting louder and so was the smacking sound. Stuart ordered, “Watch closely, Andy.” He was reaching under my arms to grab my nipples. I was focused on the sensation and the video. So I didn’t pay much attention when he paused rubbing his cock along my crack. On the TV, Stuart pulled out of his boy’s ass and then a huge glob of cum sprayed right against that boy’s still open asshole. In a moment Stuart rammed back inside, telling the boy, “Take my fucking load, cunt!” "Holy, shit!" I exclaimed at this, not really noticing the head of Stuart’s dick was knocking right at my back door. He squeezed my nipples really hard as he pushed, then he eased his grip. My ass tightened, then relaxed. Stuart’s cock head slid in slightly, with me gasping much louder. “Stuart—no!” I grunted. “Not bareback!” He whacked my ass hard with his hand and hissed, “Watch the video—focus on it!” His slick dick – he must’ve oiled it earlier – slid in a few inches right after he smacked my ass. Stuart was pretty much holding still as I adjusted to the intruder. His dick was definitely thicker than any of my other male sex partner’s. I felt stretched and very full. I loved the sensation. I was trembling with fear and excitement. I needed to stop this now! Stuart seemed to understand what I was feeling and he went back to my sensitive nipples and started liccking my ear. Damn! Both of those are major hot spots for me. I turned and we exchanged our first kiss. It was incredibly hot. He was just nudging his cock back and forth a bit; I was responding by opening up to him. My ass felt warm and full. I couldn’t believe how good his bare cock felt inside me. It had been several years since I took anothe rman raw. Stuart was sliding in—it felt amazing! As his torso was longer than mine, he was able to lick my ear and whisper darkly to me. Stuart told me how hot I was, how badly he wanted me, and more seductive words. He sounded both sincere and in control. I was still trembling and leaking tears as well as precum. He finally reached bottom. I felt his balls against my skin. He kept murmuring words of encouragement and praise while letting me get used to him possessing me. I felt hyper aware—his breathing, his warm chest on my back, his hands on my nipples, Beth’s pretty, effeminate jewelry that fit so perfectly on my small hands. His dick throbbed occasionally deep within me. I could feel it quiver. His hands were now against the top of my shoulders and he pulled me up on my hands and knees. On the VCR tape, Stuart was fucking another guy, in the same position that we were in. The camera was stationary and the sound was unclear. But the action filled the screen so completely that I imagined I was a part of it. Stuart had his hands tightly on my hips. He started to fuck me in earnest, thrusting in and out, filling me with that wonderful warmth a bottom feels when he is being pummeled by a thick cock. With a little trial and error, he found the perfect angle for the fuck—my legs spread but now touching his and the height of my ass allowing him total penetration when he pushed in. My head sank to the bed as he groaned, “This is perfect!” I had seen him breed a boy and, as he picked up the pace, I knew what that boy had felt. I was still really scared! I begged him to put a rubber on, but he said he didn’t have any. “Besides,” he added, “I never cover myself.” He did promise to pull out if I wanted him to. My request for him to “just pull out now” was answered with more slick, hot words and slick hot fucking. I found I had lost the power to say no to him. Stuart knew what he was doing. He made me feel all the things a bottom wants to feel: possessed, appreciated, and desired. Stuart seemed attuned to my every sound and movement. After a while, I was squeezing my ass in rhythm to his thrusts. I am a natural bottom and Stuart was taking full advantage of that. Yes, I might be married to a beautiful woman, but this is what I had been born to do. I am good for a long fuck, too. Stuart settled into reaming me as he wanted. I don’t know if it was the pressure against my prostate or what, but after a while I started to feel something almost weird building within me. My dick was beyond hard, even though I wasn’t touching myself. Indeed, my hands were grabbing the sheets. I stared at the pretty watch and the ring, glittering in the light cast by the bedside lamp. I wondered if this was how Beth felt when I was inside her. I was being transported to a new place of sexual awakening, as I started to “ah, ah, ah” like the boy did in the sling. Stuart was now doing his staccato fucking. “Stuart, Stuart, oh Stuart, you are so sweet to me,” I whimpered. My words and pitch, so sissy-like, took me by surprise. When he asked how I was doing, I told him I never wanted him to stop. It didn’t sound like bad porn lines when Stuart said things like “you like that in your cunt, Andy, don’t you?” and “take my big dick, bitch.” I no longer thought of asking him to pull out. Just the opposite – all I wanted was to feel his warm cum inside me. An intense warmth and pressure built up in my ass. It hit me that I was about to cum. If only I could get Stuart to continue just a little longer, a little longer, a little longer. I begged him to keep fucking me exactly like he was. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m cumming!” I was very loud as I exploded into the pillow beneath me, gobs of my jism leaving the pillow beneath me wet and sticky. Stuart’s hands were like steel on my hips. He shoved in as far as he could go and throbbed like crazy. Stuart hissed, over and over, “take it, bitch!” as he released his load into me. I took it all. Then I collapsed on my stomach, bringing Stuart with me—still within me and, now, through his toxic seed, a part of me. It hit me that we had just mated. Stuart called my name softly and hushed my now flowing tears with gentle words and passionate kisses. He also remained latched to my body, plugging my hole. I was too tired mentally and physically to talk about what he had done—no, what we had done. I had wanted it as much as he did. Then I became aware of another presence. I looked up and saw Beth in the doorway. I didn’t know how long she had been standing there, but she must’ve seen and heard a lot. Her eyes locked on mine. Hers were cold, her expression hard. Then she turned away and shut the door. She knew I had let an HIV positive man cum inside me bareback. Our marriage was over at that moment. I had gone too far to turn back. “I want more,” I said. Stuart kissed me and said, “Next time I will bring my video camera.”

I was 17. I had started college but because I had skipped 8th grade I was quite young. But I found my way on the bus to the old Club Baths in Minneapolis and the guy wouldn't let me in because I wasn't 18. He obviously wanted to but didn't want to get in trouble. I had a gay newspaper and saw there was another gay bathhouse (smaller) nearby so I went there. I have no idea of the name (can anyone help me out, this wouldn't been in 1981....both of them were downtown Mpls). I walked over there since it was nearby and the person there had no problem with letting me in once I paid the entrance fee. I remember it being small and kind of dingy but I didn't care, it was SO exciting. All these naked men and I could TOUCH. ALL. OF. THEM. NOT JUST LOOK! I used to love looking at men in the shower the gym and after PE class in school. This was SO much better. I ended up hooking up with an older guy (EVERYONE was older than me that night) and fucked him. I seem to recall it was on a big open platform bed kind of thing. Not an enclosed room. It was incredibly exciting for me. For him, probably just another fuck, but for me, it was life changing. The next year I was a regular at the Club Baths since it was bigger and nicer.

Rick was still behind rubbing my chest and shoulders, once in a while teasing my nipples which still sent shockwaves down to my cock even though I had just cum. His head next to mine whispering in my ear. "Yeah good boy. How did that feel. You came good.", he said "It was amazing. I never felt such a strong orgasm before. What you said about my nipples and perineum was so right. It felt so good", I said He stood up and moved to the side of me. His cock was sticking out at me only a few inches from my face. "Yes and there is so much more I can teach you about your body and giving into your pleasure. I want to make you feel so good." Rick said his lips burshing against my ear. I leaned into his lips. As I turned I saw his huge meat. "Sorry you were so busy helping me you didn't cum yet", I said "Its fine. I wanted to help you experience deep pleasure. Did you really enjoy it?", he asked I nodded, "Yes it was incredible, I am still calming down from the high", i replied. While my cock was not erect it was still a little hard. That normally doesn't happen. "You still look horny my boy", he said looking at my cock and stroking his "Yeah still energized, normally I go soft by now. I don't know why its still hard", I replied Rick then knelt by me. And started to massage my legs and relax me. "Ohhh boy you came a gallon didn't you. We better get you cleaned up. Do you mind if I help?" Rick asked "Sure its all over me" I replied "Do you mind if I taste your cum" he asked I didn't know what to say. I thought for a second. He tasted my leak so might as well. I nodded. He took his fingers and scooped it up and placed it in his mouth and sucked his fingers. The way he did it was so sensual and then he swirled it in his mouth to taste it and then swallow. All the while looking me in the eyes. "You taste so good Dan. Here try it", he said while scooping it up and placing it in my mouth like earlier today. He sensually teased my mouth and massaged my mouth and tongue. It waslike my mouth and tongue were having sexy with his finger, so sensual and erotic. I tasted my cum and swallowed. "Tastes good right", he asked with his fingers still teasing my mouth. I nodded. He fingers pulled out and seductively touched my lips. He scooped up more and lightly seductively entered my mouth again this time he instructed me. "Yeah just suck my finger baby, enjoy the flavour of your sweet cum, taste it baby, its sweet nectar, that's it tongue it, suck on my finger. Make my finger feel good baby. Ohhh yeah" he said His words taking control of my mouth and tongue. My tongue flicked his finger tips and swirled around his finger and sucked on it like it was food. I tasted and savored my cum. It did taste good. "Dan, you are so handsome and beautiful " he said staring at me His words were working their magic. His left hand was now massaging my thigh. My cock was hard again. "That's it baby good boy" he said pulling out his finger slowly and swirling my lips. In the moment my lips reached out to suck his finger again, like it was missing his finger in my mouth and I sucked on it again. Holding onto his finger in my mouth. "Yeah you like that don't you" he said smiling at me His finger scooped up more cum and again back in my mouth and was hungry for his finger and my cum. I tongued, licked and sucked on his finger. Again he pulled it out and teased my lips. My lips responded on their own and kissed his finger and my tongue stuck out and licked it. "Hmmm yeah good boy", Rick said teasing me. His hand on my thigh making me feel good. He scooped up more cum from my belly and smeared it on my lips. My mouth tried to reach out for his finger but he pulled it away. "No, just lick it off your lips", he said I did in a hungry sexy way, licking my lips while Rick stared at me "Do you mind if I lick it off of you please? There is so much to clean up" he said smiling "Ughh ok just not my cock" I said "Ok" he replied as he patted my thigh and kept it there. He moved closer to me our bodies touching, his cock now poking my left leg and he leaned over and grabbed my hand holding my hard cock and moved it over off the side. He squeezed my hand as he moved it thereby squeezing my cock. It throbbed and leak some cum. He then started to lick the cum off me. Starting at my groin and pubic area. I shivered as the way he licked up the cum caused a shock of pleasure. Licking and sucking and nibbling the cum out of my pubic hair and slurping so close at the base of my cock. Then he worked up my belly sucking the cum in my belly button. I let out a soft moan. Then up my abs and chest, licking and sucking causing shocks down to my cock. I started to breath harder. Then he started to suck and lick both my nipples that were covered in my cum. Electricity to my now rock hard cock. He kept on my nipples licking them and teasing them even after the cum was all gone. It felt so good I let out a soft moan. He then sucked and pulled gently on my nipples with his teeth. "Aaahhhh", I moaned whipping my head back in both pain and pleasure. He went on teasing my nipples and sucking on them for what seemed like an hour but was only not even a minute. At this point my cock was leaking precum again. He stayed there for a while working them then up my neck licking the cum off the side of my neck and also nibble. I let out another soft slightly high pitch moan. Then the cum on my ear lobe as he sucked it and I melted and let out another moan. My hand on its own started to massage my cock now which was leaking precum again. "Yeah you got cum all over.", Rick said our lips inches away. "Do you mind helping me? I didn't get a chance to cum yet", he said "Sure how can I help", I said. As the words left my mouth I reminded myself he has HIV.

His manipulation of my perineum and his hand sliding over my hole sent me into overdrive, and I could feel his fingernail scrape almost tease my hole. "Ohh Daddy I can't hold off much longer" I said. My body was starting to thrash as i was trying not to cum. "No not yet" he said sternly "Daddy please let me cum I begged. Please babe please , oh Daddy please", I begged "No. Hold", he said What felt like minutes went buy. "Keep jacking off don't stop" , he said I started to slow down as i was so close "Hold" he commanded I was going to scream soon, it was too much. Calmly he leaned back down to my ear and said, "Come now for me boy. Shoot your huge load of cum for your Daddy." My brain paused and thought that was strange choice of words but I was so pent up and didn't care, I just thought I was glad he let me cum. As if the command came from on high, my body instantly reacted and I shot. At first it was small spray that went all over then it hit, spurt after spurt in streams shot high reaching my face. Rick leaned down and took one of the spurts in his mouth. He kept playing with my nipples, pulling them, teasing them, twisting them causing pleasure and light pain. I kept pumping my cock and playing with that knot under my balls. It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I shot cum all over my face, chest and stomach. I think it was 8 or more spurts. I slowed down on stroking my cock and stopped rubbing my perineum. More cum just oozed from my cock. I was covered in my cum. It took me a while to calm down.

Rick walked over my side of the couch and kneeled behind me as I leaned against the couch armrest. "Yeah boy just lean back and enjoy. Listen to your body. Give into your bodies' needs, give into your pleasure. Let your body lead you", he whispered into my ear. His lips brushing lightly against them. I leaned back. I could smell his manly must scent. His hands started at my shoulder and slowly worked down my chest and pecs to my groin. It was more than I asked for but was too into feeling good. His hand brushed my cock in my hand and my cock throbbed. His hand surrounded my hand on my cock and squeezed it as i pumped my own cock. I let out a loud moan as I massaged that knot beneath my balls. His hand left mine and rubbed the tip of my cock and scooped up the precum and placed in at my lips. My body was on autopilot and my tongue reached out and licked it. "Hmmm yeah, your cum tastes so sweet baby doesn' it" Rick said in my ear. He scooped up more and placed it my lips. I nodded. Then his hands went up to my nipples and started to tease, pull, and manipulate them. My eyes rolled back and my head fell off to the side. "Can I kiss you neck please its so beautiful", he asked in my ear I thought about It in clarity. It's only my neck not my lips. I nodded He started to kiss my neck, licking and nibbling. I melted even more. His technique on my nipples was sending me in orbit. The way he teased them with his fingernails was sending shockwaves to my cock. The he would twist and pull them out. Pain would be mixed with pleasure. Once in while I would wince. He would whisper, yes pain and pleasure go well together don't they baby. I couldn't help but just nod. It was all overwhelming, his scent, his touching and manipulating of my body, me jacking off, the porn in the background of this guy getting fucked and moaning, the alcohol, I needed to let cum. "Yeah keep going for Daddy ok. Don't cum yet now.", Rick said I nodded "What I didn't hear you" Rick said Without thinking, I blurted out, "Yes Daddy". I couldn't believe what I just said. Suddenly he stood up behind me and reached down and started playing with my balls while lifting my right leg and placing it on the top of the couch. I was now splayed open. "Yeah just enjoy but don't cum until I tell you too now. Ok?", he said looking down at me "Yes", I said "What?" he said "Yes Daddy", I moaned. I couldn't hold back i need to cum. He went back to my balls and started to massage my perineum. I let out a loud moan. He pushed in hard and circle massaged it. It felt so good." "That's how I do it. Feels good dont it" he said "Oh god yes Daddy", I blurted out. What was i saying i thought. Then he slid his hand over my butt and back down thru my crack. The side of his hand going over my ass hole and then hitting my perineum. I froze when he touched my hole but we just massaged more and I relaxed.

Rick went on to tell me how he likes to masturbate. He leaned back and faced me on the couch with one leg on the back of the couch and the other on the floor spreading his legs. He spit on his hand and started to work on now his hard cock. It was huge it looked at least 9 inches and was thick. Precum started to ooze out. I stared at him and his body. He was handsome the more I looked at him. He was a little thin and had a small potbelly. His light moustache make him look more mature. His brown and white hair with a little balding i thought was cute. His nipple rings were interesting. "You like my nipple rings" Rick asked "They look cool. Did they hurt", I asked "It feels like only a pinch. The hassle is having to clean them every day but I think they look hot and feel good when you pull them.", Rick said "Really they feel good when you pull them. I would think they are sore" I asked "Why don't you try" Rick said "Nah", I said "Cmon it wont bleed or anything", Rick egged me on I stood up walked over to him and tugged on one of them. "You can pull harder than that and pull both", he said I reached out and pulled both of them and kept pulling them. Rick let out a moan and started to pump his cock more. "Yeah more dude, help me", Rick said I pulled both of them again and twisted them. He winced and I let go. "Sorry", I said "Don't be sorry that felt good. Sometimes pain is good with pleasure. Do it again.", Rick said. I reached out and started to really play with them. Pulling them, twisting them and started to tease his nipples with my fingers. He leaned back more and started to jerk hard. His cock was now slick with precum. As I was playing with his nipples my hard cock brushed his shoulder and precum leaked on him "Ohhh shit sorry Rick", I said apologetically "Don't worry about, you are helping me he said. I'll grab a taste if you don't mind", he said wiping the precum leak that I left on his shoulder. As he wiped it his hand brushed the tip of my cock and made it throb and leak more. "Hmmmm i hope you are ok with me saying this but you have a beautiful cock. You look ready. Look at you leaking.", he said. As he said that a huge drip was leaking and he reached over right under the tip to catch it with his finger all in slow motion and wiped if off my cock tip. It throbbed again. He then placed his finger in his mouth our eyes locked and licked my leak. "You taste amazing Dan", he said looking at me "Go back and sit down and pump your cock", Rick said placing his hand on my ass giving it a soft squeeze. Our hands brushed as I walked away. I sat opposite of him in the same way and started to pump my cock. We kept our eyes on each other. I would look the TV when I felt uncomfortable. "Yeah look at them fucking and enjoying each other. Look at that bottom take it. Look at how he gives himself to his top." Rick said I did again look at the bottom, he looked in ecstasy and it looked hot in a way. "Here is another thing I like to do when i masturbate. He started to massage his balls and then reached under and took his index finger and started to press and rub under his balls. He started to moan out loud. "Ohhh yeah. Fuck it feels so good", he moaned "Are you sticking your finger in your ass?" I asked "No it's your perineum. It's between your scrotum and your ass hole", Rick said moaning. He was clearly in pleasure as his moaning got louder and more exciting. He kept it up and I just watched him and the TV. I was on the verge and so horny not cumming in days and being brought to the edge several times both by Rick's massaging at the pool and my time with Jane. "You should try it. Start with your nipples and work your perineum. Women do this too you know." Rick said. He was right, Jane like to play with her nipples while I fucked her. I started to work and tease my nipples. It started to send electric feelings down to my cock. The more I played with my nipples the more my cock throbbed. "Yeah someone's nipples look tied to their cock. Mine are like that. Sometimes i just play with my nipples and not with my cock" Rick said I tried it and it felt good. I felt shocks go down to my cock. I started to tease them and started to pull on them a little. It hurt but felt good. I pulled even harder and then teased them. I felt a little pain and lots of pleasure. "Now try your perineum", he said I put my hand back on my cock and stroked and then took my left hand and massaged my balls and then worked to find that spot with my finger. I started and then boom. "Ohhhhhhhh", I moaned as i found it and massaged it." "Yeah feels good doesn't it. Go for it massage it, caress it", Rick said stroking his cock looking at me I kept that up. It felt incredible. It was like my inside was filled with electricity and it transferred to the base of my cock. I haven't felt anything like that before. It was intense. "You want me play with your nips why you stroke and play with you down there?", Rick asked I was feeling so good, the alcohol, not cumming and now feeling this new pleasure, I nodded.

He told me how he learned about getting HIV and was scared and angry. He got on meds and didn't care for the side effects. He learned to live with HIV by just taking care of his general health and found a new community including a community of people who wanted to only or at least primarily play with HIV positive people and tops were even in more demand. During our talk my cock stayed rock hard and leaking. The porn was still playing and the moaning and slapping of the fucking kept emanating from the gay porn on the TV. "You mean some guys just want to have sex with HIV positive guys? Do they wear condoms?", I asked with a shocking face "No, they don't. In fact you will find a lot of HIV tops don't fuck with condoms. I don't. ", Rick responded confidently "Really? So you just give others HIV?", I asked "Well yes and no. I fuck guys bare only. It's more natural and intimate. I can feel the bottoms pussy. Second, it's difficult to stay hard with a condom on. Do you fuck your gf with a condom? What about hook up with other women in the past?", he said debating me "You are right it feels way better and I had issues too staying hard after a while and even cumming sometimes", I said agreeing with Rick Rick wanted us to take another shot and drink beer before we continued our conversation. I was still buzzing but partook in the shot and beer. My head was now light and buzzing. My body relaxed, except for my cock which was still rock hard. "Second, once I start fucking a bottom, I cum in them. Always. I don't pull out." Rick said in a matter of fact way. "And most of the guys want to have sex with me knowing I have HIV", Rick said smiling and stroking his rock hard cock. I stared at his huge cock and when he saw I turned away to the TV. The bottom was moaning so much and writhing under the top. "I can see your cock is hard and you are leaking so much.", Rick said "Why don't you take your cock out and stroke it. It is looking for some attention. Go on its only us dudes" Rick said I pulled down my briefs and started stroking my cock. Precum was dripping down my cock. Our eyes locked and he stared at my cock too. "Ans some guys seek me out to get fucked by me and take my POZ load in their ass", Rick said stroking "Are you for real? They want to have you cum in their ass with your POZ cum? Why? Doesn't that mean they will get AIDS and shorten their life?", I said "It means that they may get HIV which can lead to AIDS. Having HIV doesn't mean you will get AIDS. HIV doesn't take as easy as you think. There are some bottoms who have taken multiple loads and still never got HIV." Rick said as a matter of fact He went on, "And for some men want to be free. They want to take POZ cum and not worry about HIV. They want to listen to their body's desires. Some even chase it" he said "Chase HIV" I asked "Yes they want to get infected so they can get past worrying about it and fuck freely and have sex with anyone they want and not worry", he said "Many like me didn't chase it but we get it eventually and then live with it and embrace it. I got it before PrEP. I've also seen some that once they get it, then they chase it. ", Rick said "Both of those sounds weird and don't make sense, especially the last one. Why chase it after you get it?", I said in scoffing way "I don't know. I only know that I have seen bottoms that once they get POZ cum in them crave it. It's something interesting and special to see. It's like their body needs it and they become addicted to it." Rick said stroking his cock I didn't realize I was still slowly massaging and rubbing my cock too. Precum was leaking over it and my hand was slick now. "Like look at the bottom on the screen. The top porn star is publicly known to have HIV and they are fucking bareback. The bottom actor knows for sure but look how he is enjoying it.", Rick said I looked and watched the video. The bottom looked so ecstatic and full of pleasure. My cock was throbbing right now. On screen the bottom started to beg the top to cum in him. I was stunned and aroused. "Do you jack off a lot", Rick asked "Once a week maybe two", I replied "I would think you wouldn't need to with your gf", Rick said I paused and thought about it and wanted to be honest. The alcohol made me more relaxed and less defensive. "Yeah but a guy needs his one needs sometimes. Pussy is good but only a guy knows how to handle cock. I have been less interested in having sex with her lately. It doesn't arouse me anymore. Even have a difficult time staying hard.", I said "I couldn't agree more. Our bodies are different and we have different pleasure points and now what our cock and bodies need.", Rick said smiling. "Looks like you don't have a problem staying hard now" Rick said smiling and stroking his huge meat.

Man, that is so fucking hot, especially his insistence that you had no choice but to swallow his load. My first time was quite similar. An older Guy, mid 30s. On my first time he also told me that he would be cumming in my mouth and that I had to swallow his load. He said he wouldn’t go deep down my throat (that would come in later lessons!) but that it was important for me to learn to swallow his sperm. He told me I was doing a pretty good job sucking him and soon he told me he was gunna cum. He held my head and I felt my mouth start to fill up. I did my best but I wasn’t prepared for just how big his load was. I choked a bit and he had to hold me in place until he drained his balls. Like you I was hooked after that. Later on he trained me to worship his (very) sweaty balls and to take all his cock deep down my throat.

The loss of Joshua still cut deep, even two years on. It was a crisp February day in the Rockies—perfect blue sky, fresh powder that sparkled like diamonds. We’d driven up for a spontaneous weekend, just the two of us. Joshua was fearless on skis, always chasing the best lines. While I nursed a coffee in the lodge, he kissed me quick—tongue teasing my bottom lip—and said, “One more run. Be back before you finish that.” He never came down. A hidden tree well, high-speed impact, catastrophic head trauma. Instant. No chance to say goodbye. The patrol found him buried in snow; the hospital confirmed what I already knew in my gut. I sat in that hallway clutching his wedding band, the world reduced to white noise and the smell of antiseptic. Sarah was my first call. Joshua’s ride-or-die lesbian best friend since their university days—loud, fiercely loyal, the one who’d tease him about his flannel obsession and drag us to every queer event in Toronto. She drove through the night, arrived at dawn, and became my anchor. She handled the calls, the paperwork, the funeral when I couldn’t string sentences together. And when the first shock wore off and the long, grinding grief set in, she stayed—bringing food, forcing me to shower, holding me while I sobbed on the bathroom floor. She saw the parts I tried to hide: the way my body shut down completely for the first year—no erections, no fantasies, no interest in touching myself or anyone else. My cock stayed soft, my hole untouched, desire buried under layers of guilt and emptiness. By the second year, frustration crept in like a thief. Random hard-ons that led nowhere, failed jerk-off sessions that ended in tears because every stroke felt like betrayal, a couple of Grindr attempts where I couldn’t even get it up because another man’s hands on me made my stomach churn with shame. I’d come home alone, balls aching, cock leaking uselessly, hole clenching around nothing, and curse myself for still having a body that wanted. Sarah heard it all over late-night coffees and tear-soaked texts. “You’re not betraying him by wanting to feel good again,” she’d say quietly. “Joshua loved you alive, Moshin. He’d hate seeing you punish yourself for having a libido. Pleasure isn’t disloyalty—it’s survival.” She started nudging me toward the gym more intentionally. “You’re still going late nights. That’s good. But maybe let someone see you there. Not to replace him—just to be looked at again. To feel desired without the guilt crashing in.” She’d noticed Tim when he transferred in—29, built like he lived under the barbell, quiet confidence, no drama. Single, grounded, and—importantly—aware of loss without turning it into his whole personality. After watching me finish a set of hip thrusts one night—ass flexing hard under the lights, sweat running down my smooth back, face flushed in a way that wasn’t just cardio—she decided. “Moshin,” she said, catching me at the water fountain, “there’s someone new on the desk tonight. Tim. He’s good. Let him look at you. Let yourself be seen. You deserve to feel eyes on your body again without it meaning you’re forgetting Joshua.” She walked me over. Tim looked up, eyes steady and warm. Sarah made the introduction: “Tim, Moshin. He and Joshua were basically gym royalty here. Joshua was my best friend. Moshin’s been carrying a lot.” Tim extended his hand. “I’m sorry about Joshua. Sounds like he was one of the good ones. Glad you’re still here killing it.” His gaze lingered—on my sweat-damp tank clinging to my nipples, on the way my shorts hugged the firm swell of my bubble butt—for half a second longer than polite. It was the first time in two years a man’s eyes on me made my cock twitch instead of my stomach turn. That was the beginning of the slow burn. Tim never rushed. He noticed everything: the sweat tracing my spine after sprints, the way my shorts rode up during squats exposing the smooth dip where thigh met ass, the hitch in my breath when he stood close to spot me—his chest brushing my back, forearms flexing, crotch grazing the top of my crack for one heartbeat too long. He’d text after shifts: “Kept replaying those hip thrusts. Your ass bouncing like that. Fuck.” “Could smell how turned on you were tonight. You were leaking through your shorts.” “Been hard since you walked in. Thinking about bending you over and sliding in raw.” I’d read them in the dark, legs spread, hand wrapped around my cock—stroking slow while I pictured him: thick, veined, uncut head pushing past my rim, stretching me open after two years of nothing. I’d edge for hours, balls heavy and aching, pre-cum pooling on my stomach, then stop just before I came because spilling without him inside me felt wrong. Sarah watched the whole transformation. “You’re practically humping the air when he’s around,” she’d text. “I’ve seen you go from numb to this dripping, desperate mess. Let him fuck the grief out of you. You’ve earned it.” The night it broke was biblical rain—sheets hammering the windows, thunder rolling through the empty gym. I’d pushed myself to destruction: heavy deadlifts, ass-to-grass squats, hip thrusts that made my glutes burn and my hole throb. By the time I staggered to the desk, I was drenched—tank transparent over my nipples, shorts dark with sweat and the obvious wet spot at the front where I’d been leaking for an hour straight. Tim didn’t speak. Just stared, pupils blown, throat working. Then, voice barely audible: “Tanning room. Now.” I followed, cock straining, pre-cum soaking my jock. Door locked. Warm amber light bathed us like oil. He slammed me against the wall, mouth crashing into mine, beard scraping my smooth jaw raw, tongue fucking deep while his hands yanked my tank up and over my head. He palmed my ass hard, fingers digging into the firm meat, spreading me through the soaked fabric. “Been dying to get my tongue in this hole,” he growled, dropping to his knees and ripping my shorts and jock down. My cock sprang free—dark, flushed, dripping thick strings of pre-cum. He ignored it. Buried his face between my cheeks. Hot, wet tongue lapping flat over my pucker, circling, then spearing inside. I cried out, hips bucking back onto his mouth. He ate me ravenously—sucking, licking, groaning into my ass, beard burning the tender skin until I was shaking, sobbing his name, pre-cum dripping steadily onto the floor in long strands. He stood, clothes shed in seconds. His cock was obscene—heavy, thick, veins bulging, foreskin pulled halfway back, swollen head glistening and angry red. “First dick in two years,” he rasped, stroking himself once, pre-cum webbing between fist and slit. “Gonna wreck this tight little ass. Make you remember what it feels like to be filled and bred.” Lube poured over three thick fingers—no preamble—breaching me, scissoring wide, curling hard against my prostate until my knees buckled and I begged, “Please—Tim—fuck—need your cock—” He lined up. Blunt head kissed my rim. Pushed. The stretch was brutal, glorious—raw, burning, perfect. Inch after thick inch splitting me open, filling the hollow ache that had haunted me for years. I keened, forehead pressed to the warm vinyl bed, ass high, hole fluttering helplessly around his girth. He bottomed out with a guttural groan, balls flush against me, and held still—letting me feel every throbbing vein, every heartbeat buried inside. Then he fucked me. Slow at first—long, dragging strokes that dragged over my prostate with every pass. My bubble butt jiggled with each deep thrust; his hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise. “So fucking tight—sucking me in like you were made for my cock,” he panted, pace building, hips snapping, skin slapping skin in wet, filthy rhythm. He reached around, wrapped a rough fist around my leaking shaft—stroking fast, twisting at the head, thumbing the slit smeared with pre-cum. “Come on my dick. Show me how bad you needed to be bred after all this time.” I shattered—back arching, hole clamping vise-tight around him, cock erupting in thick, endless ropes across the bed, vision flashing white as two years of pent-up release tore through me in shuddering, sobbing waves. Tim snarled, thrusts turning erratic, then slammed home and came—hot, flooding pulses painting my insides, breeding me deep while I trembled and milked every last drop from him. He didn’t pull out right away. He eased us both down onto the tanning bed, rolling so I was sprawled across his chest, his softening cock still buried inside me, cum slowly leaking out around the base and down my inner thigh. His arms wrapped around me—strong, grounding. One hand stroked lazy circles over my sweat-slick back; the other carded through my damp hair. His lips brushed my temple, soft now. “You okay?” he murmured, voice wrecked. I nodded against his neck, throat tight. “Haven’t… felt anything… like that in so long.” He tightened his hold. “You’re safe here. With me. Whenever you need it.” We stayed tangled until the rain slowed, bodies cooling, his cum still warm inside me, leaking in slow, sticky trails. He finally eased out with a soft groan, both of us wincing at the loss, then pulled me back against his chest. We didn’t dress immediately. Just skin on skin. His hand resting possessively over my softening cock, thumb brushing idly over the head, smearing the last drops of my release. Sarah came in for her morning shift around 6 a.m. The gym was still quiet, rain reduced to drizzle. She was restocking towels when Tim walked out of the back hallway—hair mussed, shirt wrinkled, a faint hickey blooming under his collar. He caught her eye, gave a small, knowing smirk, and jerked his head toward the tanning room hallway. She raised an eyebrow. “You good?” He shrugged, casual. “Moshin stayed late. We… talked.” Sarah’s gaze flicked to the hallway, then back to him. She saw the flush still on his neck, the way he walked with that post-fuck looseness. Then she looked at the tanning room door—slightly ajar, light still on. She didn’t ask for details. Just nodded once, slow and satisfied. “He needed that.” Tim met her eyes. “Yeah. He did.” She texted me later that morning while I was still in bed, ass deliciously sore, Tim’s cum dried on my thigh: “Saw Tim this morning. Looked like he’d had a very productive night. You good?” I smiled into my pillow, typed back with shaking fingers: “Yeah. Really fucking good.” She sent one emoji—a simple fire—and nothing else. She’d watched me crawl through the dark. She’d nudged me toward the light. And now, for the first time in two years, I wasn’t walking alone. -‐--‐--‐--‐----------------------------------- As always my stories are based on true events. Names remain the same. I add erotica for readers to enjoy the event. Dedicated in love to all those who saw their loved ones just dropping dead during the AIDS crisis. To anyone still here, chest tight, eyes burning: If you’re reading this with your hand pressed over the hole where your person used to live… I see you. Two years (or five, or a lifetime) of waking to cold sheets, flinching at “touch,” choking on guilt the second desire stirs—you’re not broken. You’re carrying a love so big it carved you hollow. Joshua didn’t leave a manual for this. He just left. And for too long I thought wanting again meant murdering the only man who ever made me feel whole. But Sarah was right: living isn’t betrayal. Letting someone see the scars grief tattooed on your soul, letting them press their mouth to the places that still bleed, letting your body remember how to shake, leak, clench, and come undone… that’s not replacement. That’s the last stubborn proof that your heart refused to stop when you begged it to. If this story cracked your ribs open—if it made you ache for the day your own door locks, for the night someone looks at you like you’re still worth fucking, still worth filling, still worth the mess of tears and cum and whispered names—hold that ache like a fragile thing. It’s not disloyalty. It’s the avalanche’s aftermath: proof the snow can melt, the sun can touch skin again, and the body can still arch and sob and spill under someone else’s weight. When your moment comes—rough or tender, raw or slow—let it wreck you. Let it rebuild you. Let yourself cry while you come. Let yourself whisper his name and someone else’s in the same ragged breath. You’re allowed. And if these words made tears slip down your face in the dark… good. That means you’re still alive enough to feel the whole goddamn thing. That means you’re still here. And right now—that’s more than enough.

So it’s official. Two decades of bareback sex and taking loads started in January of 2006. I’ve taken raw on a few occasions prior. Mainly in the late 90s am it started once at the fire island nice beach of all places. Then once in a county park and a couple of times with an handsome Asian guy. We bagged it but I let him after the condom broke. No never came in me. Then 2000 I bottomed for a guy who broke the condom and came all over my ass. He said he might have gotten some inside me and btw he was hiv positive and didn’t start ART yet. Yikes! I ended seeing a specialist in NYC and did PEP for a month. In cash. It was super expensive and I was scared beyond belief. I bagged it the next 5 years. With the right top, cock size and lube it was great. But that was rare. It usually hurt like hell or I was paranoid the condom would break. Then I started reading about how barebacking is getting popular and you could sero-sort. The seed was planted. So 2005 comes and I’m having guys tease me before strapping up or have them pull out and blow all over my ass and it was hot. I loved the way it felt. Sometimes I’d just get dressed and not clean up just t soak my clothes for the trip home. Then Jan 2 2026 came along. I thought we were open at work but we were closed. Stupid me went in for nothing. So on the way home I stopped at an adult theater that was open in the morning. There were just me and like 2 other guys. This older guy was rock hard (Viagra) and was after me so we go into a dark corner and he has me blow him. As I’m blowing him he puts me in a headlock of sorts and a bottle of rush under my nose. I fought it at first but then it hit and bam, hooked just like that. Eventually he starts playing with my ass which felt really good from the poppers. So he’s living me up and starting to push in when I realize he’s not wrapped. So right then and there I said fuck it, I’m playing bare. I told him to pull out when he was close. He never came but the damage was done. I’m doing raw now on. So for the next few weeks I do just that. But the anxiety was getting to me. Then in another, much smaller adult, theater I watched this guy that I’ve seen around and jerked off with and blew a little playing with this other guy. He gets the other guy completely nude on the couch and fucks him raw. I never knew he did that so it was hot. When he was ready he said to the bottom “on you or in you?” The bottom said in and he breeded him. By their expressions it was so natural and stress free. The top wake t to use the bathroom while the bottom got dressed. We were the only 3 in the place. I asked him are you worried and he said no. He said the top said he’s neg and eventually it’s going to happen anyway and might as well enjoy it. That stuck with me. Reminds me of that Grateful Dead song. So, bottom leaves and the top comes back in and we make small talk and he’s hard again so blow him a little then drop my pants and get in the couch doggy. He jumps right up and lines me up with his spit and plunges in raw. It was amazing. The poppers and this weight off my shoulders was like gone. He’s getting close and I’m really close. On you or in you he says. I hesitate and he’s ready to blow and I chicken out at the last second and say on so he blows all over my gaping hole. I come instantly. He apologized saying he started to show as I said “on” so I got a little inside. I said no worries since my hole was drenched anyway and next time you don’t have to pull out or ask. I go back the next day at the same time and he’s there. I ask was the place busy and he said not at all and that he was hoping I’d show. We wast no time getting at it and I’m in position again and he’s close and asks again “on or in?” I reply in and never ask again and he bred me. It felt so good, natural and right. I was never going back after that. That late afternoon he bred me 2 more times. He fucked me at least 2 or more times a week for the next year before he found out he had it. I didn’t and still don’t. We still play to this day though the loads are less with age. In fact he was in me last week. I had taken a load from another guy we both knew and he’s like let me stir it up and tear you up. So I’ve been playing raw and being bred ever since. Have I had bagged since? Of course. I’m not turning down a good time and usually they dude leaves the bag and I still get the load. I’m a totally too. My body count could fill up a broadway theater and my load count would be a 2 or 3 night engagement. People say I’m nice looking but I don’t think so. People do say they love breeding my hole and I finally figured out that’s why I’ve been put on this earth. So for the last year I’ve been upping the ante and this year is no exception. At some point soon I’m going to slow down. I also want to breed a little more often and even though I know I’m gay, I started off life straight ish and have been with a few, very few women. I never bred one in the ass though so I hope I could experience that someday. And soon after that just stop. It’s been a good run being a free use cum dump bottom. A lot of good guys I’ve known never got the chance to be to be their true selves or even just be because of hiv. So that’s my story if you hung around this long, thanks for reading this. It’s my validation for now that I did do this and I do exist. If we hooked up on purpose or anonymously thanks for the ride.

This slow burn of this story is so fucking hot! ….. part of me wants our Daddy to just pin him down and rape his ass …. But the other part of be is absolutely loving this slow sensual seduction…. It it will be super hot when our boy finally asks (begs?) for his daddy to fuck him and poz him up … and hopefully after that … we may get to see what some of those pool parties are like … with some of daddy’s friends….

Licking a guy's hairy musky pitts

Oasis in Montreal. First time getting fucked in a steam room. First time walking completely naked into a dark room full of other naked men and getting used anonymously by a crowd. First time kneeling on a the floor in a puddle of jizz. Wish I could experience it for the first time again like that

Not my dad but his brother. Started when I was 14 and we fucked on and off for 42 years until he passed away 10 years ago. My dad was as homophobic as was possible. He probably would have killed both me and my uncle if he had ever found out.

The industrial warehouse on the edge of the city loomed like a forgotten relic, its brick facade scarred by graffiti and years of neglect. Inside, Studio 7 buzzed with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the faint echo of moans from adjacent sets. Tyler, an 18-year-old fresh out of high school from a sleepy suburb, had answered the online ad on a lark. 'Entry-level adult film extras wanted—no experience necessary. Easy money, quick shoot.' He'd lied about his age in the application to make 18 sound more seasoned, but his boyish face and slim, untouched body screamed virgin. At 5'7" with messy blond hair, smooth pale skin, and wide hazel eyes full of naive hope, Tyler dreamed of escaping his dead-end life. He wore faded jeans that hugged his narrow hips and a plain gray hoodie, his sneakers squeaking on the concrete floor as he clutched a crumpled resume. The receptionist, a bored woman in her 40s with a cigarette dangling from her lips, barely glanced up. 'Tyler? Director's in back. Sign this waiver—standard stuff.' The paper blurred under his nervous fingers: releases for nudity, penetration, group scenes. He skimmed it, heart pounding, and scribbled his name. She buzzed him through a heavy door into a dimly lit space that smelled of stale sweat, lube, and industrial cleaner. Cameras on tripods flanked a raised platform with a stained mattress, flanked by folding chairs and scattered props—handcuffs, bottles of oil, a duffel of toys. Director Vance, a wiry man in his 50s with a ponytail and a perpetual smirk, waved him over. 'Kid, you look fresh. Virgin? Perfect for the 'innocent twink' vibe. We're shooting a daddy-dom scene today. You'll pair with Big Ron—our star bear. Lights, camera, action in ten. Strip to your undies and wait.' Two cameramen—burly guys named Mike and Luis—adjusted lenses, chuckling under their breath. A sound guy fiddled with mics, and in the corner, a producer typed on a laptop. Tyler's stomach flipped. 'Wait, like... full penetration? I thought it was just posing.' Vance laughed, clapping his shoulder too hard. 'Read the fine print, boy. This is pro porn. You back out now, no pay. But finish the scene, and you're walking with five hundred. Ron's hung like a horse—gonna make you a star.' Tyler swallowed, peeling off his hoodie and jeans, left in white briefs that did little to hide his soft cock. He sat on the edge of the mattress, knees bouncing, as the crew prepped. Then Big Ron lumbered in, a mountain of flesh at 6'5" and over 300 pounds. Late 40s, with a greasy beard streaked gray, rolls of fat cascading over his belt, and hairy arms like tree trunks. His gut hung heavy, straining a stained tank top, and sweat beaded on his forehead from the short walk. He reeked—unwashed body odor mixed with old cum and something sour, like days-old cheese. 'Fresh meat,' Ron grunted, eyeing Tyler like a meal. He stripped without ceremony, tank top hitting the floor to reveal sagging moobs dusted with coarse black hair, a belly that jiggled with each step. His cargo shorts dropped, unleashing thighs thick as Tyler's waist and, finally, his cock: a monster, twelve inches soft, thickening to fourteen erect, as girthy as a wrist. The foreskin clung tight, packed with yellow-white smegma that crusted the head and shaft, the stench hitting Tyler like a wall—cheesy, rancid, making his eyes water. 'Action!' Vance barked. Lights blazed hot on Tyler's skin. Ron grabbed him by the hair, yanking him to his knees on the hard platform. 'Suck it, boy. Clean daddy's dirty dick.' Tyler gaped, the cheesy cock slapping his cheek, leaving a sticky smear. 'I... I can't—it's filthy!' But Ron shoved forward, the bloated head forcing past his lips, smegma flaking onto his tongue—bitter, gritty, like spoiled milk. Tyler retched, but Ron held his head firm, thrusting shallowly to coat his mouth. 'Lick it clean, virgin slut. Taste what a real man's packing.' Tyler choked, saliva mixing with the cheese as he lapped tentatively, tongue scraping the folds under the foreskin. The flavor burned, acrid and overwhelming, but Ron's grip tightened, fucking his face deeper. Inches slid in, stretching Tyler's jaw until it ached, the girth bulging his throat. Gags wracked him, tears streaming as Ron's balls—hairy, sweat-slick—smacked his chin. 'Deeper, bitch. Gag on daddy's cheesy meat.' The crew filmed close-ups, Mike zooming on the drool bubbling out, Luis capturing Tyler's flushed face. Ron's hips bucked harder, the dirty shaft pistoning, smegma dissolving into a slimy froth that dripped down Tyler's chin onto his chest. After minutes of brutal face-fucking, Ron pulled out with a wet pop, his cock now slick and semi-hard, cheese residue clinging to Tyler's lips. 'Bend over the bed, ass up. Time to pop that cherry.' Tyler scrambled onto the mattress, trembling, briefs ripped down to expose his smooth, pink hole—virgin tight, untouched. Ron rummaged in the duffel, grabbing lube and the largest condom they had, extra-thick magnum size. He slathered his cock, the rubber straining as he rolled it on, the latex creaking over the veined length. But it barely fit, the tip peeking out, material taut. 'Please... be gentle. I'm scared,' Tyler whimpered, face buried in the sheets. Ron snorted, spitting on his hole before jamming two thick fingers in dry. Tyler yelped, the intrusion burning like fire, his ring clenching futilely. Ron twisted them roughly, scissoring to stretch, adding a third without warning—knuckles deep, probing the walls until Tyler sobbed. 'Tight as fuck. Gonna wreck this boypussy.' He yanked his fingers free, positioned the head at Tyler's pucker, and shoved. The breach was agony. The condom-sheathed cockhead popped past the rim, tearing a scream from Tyler as three inches sank in. 'Stop! It's ripping me!' But Ron gripped his hips, fat fingers digging bruises, and thrust harder—half his length burying in one go, the girth splitting Tyler's ass wide. Blood welled immediately, the virgin hole resisting the invasion, micro-tears forming from the sheer size. Ron pulled back slightly, the condom slick with red streaks, then rammed forward again, bottoming out with a grunt. Tyler's body jerked, ass clenching in pain, the burn radiating through his core. 'Fuck, you're bleeding already, kid. Take daddy's fat cock.' Ron set a merciless pace, hips slamming forward, his belly slapping Tyler's back with wet thuds. Each plunge dragged against the torn walls, blood lubricating the slide but amplifying the raw friction. Tyler clawed the mattress, crying out, 'It hurts too much! Pull out—please!' The condom stretched thinner with every thrust, latex groaning under the strain. Ron's cheesy cock—now buried deep—pounded Tyler's prostate, forcing unwanted sparks of pleasure amid the torment, his own dick leaking onto the sheets. Sweat poured off Ron, dripping onto Tyler's skin, mixing with the metallic scent of blood. The crew cheered softly, cameras rolling. Deeper in, Ron's rhythm turned feral, grunting like an animal. On a particularly vicious thrust—full force, balls-deep—the condom gave with a sharp snap. Tyler felt it: the sudden bare heat, the loss of barrier, Ron's raw skin grinding directly against his ravaged insides. 'What— the condom broke! Stop, you're bare!' Ron laughed, a deep belly rumble, not slowing. 'Oops. Guess you're getting daddy's load raw now.' He pinned Tyler's shoulders down, fucking harder, the broken latex shreds scraping inside. Blood squelched with each pump, Tyler's hole gaping wider, torn edges inflamed and bleeding freely down his thighs. 'No, no—cum outside! I don't want it!' Tyler begged, voice breaking into sobs, but Ron's weight crushed him, cock swelling thicker bare. The orgasm hit Ron like a freight train. He roared, slamming balls-deep, and unloaded—thick ropes of cum blasting into Tyler's guts, hot and forceful. Pulse after pulse, flooding the battered channel, overflowing to mix with blood in pinkish drips. Ron ground in, milking every drop, his cheesy seed marking the virgin deep. Tyler shuddered, his body betraying him with a weak spurt of his own cum, ass milking involuntarily around the invading shaft. Ron pulled out with a obscene slurp, a gush of cum and blood following, Tyler's hole twitching open, unable to close—puffy, wrecked, leaking steadily. He curled up, weeping, ass throbbing in fire. 'Cut? Nah, keep rolling,' Vance said, grinning. 'Crew, you earned a bonus. Gangbang the twink—bareback only. Poz that boy good.' Tyler froze, eyes widening in horror. 'What? No— I didn't sign up for this! Stop the cameras!' But Mike and Luis were already stripping, cocks hard and out—Mike's seven inches cut and veined, Luis's thicker with a curve. The sound guy, a lean twink named Alex, joined, his dick average but eager. Even Vance unzipped, revealing a modest shaft. Ron stepped back, stroking his spent cock, watching. They swarmed him. Mike grabbed Tyler's arms, pinning them behind his back, while Luis flipped him onto his stomach, knees shoved wide. 'Please... no more. It hurts so bad—I'm bleeding!' Tyler cried, thrashing weakly. Luis spat on his cock and rammed in bare, no prep—the cum-slick hole offering little resistance but reigniting the agony. 'Shut up and take it, slut. We're all poz—gonna load you up.' He fucked rough, hips pistoning, cock churning the mess inside, blood and cum frothing out. Tyler screamed, tears soaking the mattress, begging, 'Stop! I'll do anything—just stop!' But Mike forced his cock into Tyler's mouth, face-fucking him while Luis pounded his ass. The thrusts were brutal—Luis's balls slapping the torn rim, drawing fresh blood, each plunge tearing deeper. Alex knelt beside, jerking off onto Tyler's back, then swapped with Luis, his slimmer dick sliding in easier but no less vicious, hammering the prostate until Tyler's cries muffled around Mike's shaft. They rotated relentlessly. Vance took a turn in Tyler's ass, gripping his hair and yanking his head back as he thrust—short, angry jabs that made Tyler's body jolt. 'Cry all you want, kid. This is the industry.' Cum leaked from every load: Luis first, grunting as he bred deep, hot seed joining Ron's. Then Alex, whining as he unloaded, pulling out halfway to let some splatter Tyler's cheeks before shoving back in. Mike flipped Tyler over, legs hooked over shoulders, and drilled down—bare cock spearing the bloody hole, making Tyler arch and sob, 'Mercy... please, it burns! I'm gonna break!' Vance finished last, barebacking with clinical efficiency, flooding Tyler's guts while choking him lightly on the neck. 'One more for the road.' Cum overflowed, pooling under Tyler's ass, the ring swollen to twice its size, raw and lacerated, blood trickling in steady rivulets. The men were poz—viral loads high, intentional breeders in this underground scene—ensuring Tyler's infection with every bare thrust and deposit. Finally, they stepped back, zipping up, laughing as Tyler lay wrecked—body shaking, face streaked with tears and spit, ass a ruined, gaping wound leaking a cocktail of cum, blood, and shame. 'Good take. Kid, you're hired if you want round two,' Vance said, tossing a wad of cash that bounced off Tyler's thigh. The cameras stopped, lights dimmed, but the pain didn't. Tyler curled fetal, sobs wracking him, the warmth inside turning to dread. Days later, the test confirmed it: positive, poz from the raw gang load. Scars etched his hole—physical tears healing slow, psychological ones festering. In quiet moments, the memories replayed: the cheese, the break, the endless begging ignored. Broken, bred, forever changed.

We returned to our conversation. "I would think with you fucking her earlier today you shot your load", Rick questioned OMG did he hear us, crap I am in trouble I thought. "Oh you heard us" I said in a shy scared way like I got caught doing something wrong "Yeah, she was moaning really loudly. Sounds like she was enjoying your cock", Rick said "Yeah, she did" I said awkwardly. My cock started to get a little soft. "She came didn't she", Rick asked "Yes she did. How do you know?", I replied "I heard her scream and the way she moaned. How do you know when she cums" Rick asked "I can just tell. Her pussy squeezes my cock", I said "Am I in trouble? She just wanted to see my place. We didn't stay long and she wanted to fuck cause we hadn't had sex in a longtime" I said in an apologizing tone and nervous cadence He laughed," It's ok, it's natural. You are handsome man with a beautiful body and a gorgeous cock. If I were her, I would want to have sex with you too. You are so sexy Dan.", Rick said stroking his cock looking at me. I could feel his eyes ravaging me. My rock hard cock suddenly started to leak more precum. "Thank you, that's very nice of you to say that", I said blushing. I felt warm all over. Like the cheerleader being told by the football team quarterback that she was beautiful. "Did you cum when you fucked her" Rick asked "No" I replied "Why not?" Rick asked "I don't know. I just didnt'. I just wanted to get her off and finish" I replied softly "Do you still enjoy fucking her" Rick asked "I guess so", I replied "So haven't cum yet today or in a while" Rick asked "No" I said as my cock was rock hard sticking up and oozing precum "Do you stay rock hard when you fucked her" Rick asked "No not really, it was difficult to stay hard after a while", I replied not sure why I was so honest with him. He looked at me and smiled and nodded stroking his mammoth meat. I stared at his cock. Then the TV action got louder. There was something about the moaning of the bottom yelling and begging the top to cum in him. It caught my ear for some reason and I looked at the TV. Rick noticed and smiled back at me. The bottom was in bliss being fucked. It reminded me of Jane and other girls I had fucked who had the same look. I looked back at Rick and stared at his cock. "How can it be bad to have such a huge cock", I asked inquiring "Well everyone wants it and sometimes you end up with someone who you didn't know everything about", he responded "Can I ask you a personal question", i asked "Sure fire away", he said "Is that how you got HIV", I asked "Kind of. I was with a guy who I liked and we were dating. We had a lot of sex not just as a couple but with other people", Rick said

I got up to use the bathroom. I probably drank too much beer, this always happens. It's just after 2:30am and I was still buzzing from all the beers and shots I took at the bar. I finished using the bathroom and heard moaning. I walked to Rick's bedroom and his door was open. I peeked inside slightly so I wasn't seen. He was on his couch watching gay porn on his TV stroking his cock. It was a young guy about my age and same body type on the bottom and an older guy around Rick's age on the top fucking the boy. The bottom boy was moaning and the top guy had a huge cock. The guy on the bottom was moaning from being slowly fucked by the hung guy on the top. It was strangely erotic. I didn't know why. I wasn't gay. I just fucked my gf earlier today. "How was your evening with Jane", Rick said I thought should I turn around. I decided to go in. "It was fine", I said "Come and sit with me. I could use the company", Rick said I walked in side and his eyes affixed on my body. "God your beautiful and I love your outfit" Rick said devouring my body with his eyes. "Thank you. Sorry my usual clothes and underwear are dirty. And oh crap sorry I am in my underwear. I should put some shorts on" I said pulling down my shirt and started to turn around. "Don't apologize, I saw you in your swimsuit and we swam naked yesterday. It's cool. Just two guys hanging out", Rick said "Its okay just sit down and relax" Rick said I obliged and sat down next to him. Our knees slightly touching. Sitting down I could feel my back of my underwear bunch up and so did the front, my cock protruded out more from my briefs. Rick handed me a shot of whiskey and a beer. We toasted and took the shot and chased it with beer. I thought I better slow down. He handed me another shot. "Thanks, I will take this in a bit. I had too much at the bar", I said "That's cool take your time", he said "You doing ok", I asked "Yes just bummed. I was supposed to have a friend come over but he flaked", he said "Someone your dating", I asked Rick laughed, "No a hook up friend" "Oh sorry to hear he didn't show up", I said. "It happens. I am happy you are here", he said as he kept stroking his cock "Just watching some porn", Rick said We both looked at the TV and saw the bottom taking a huge cock. The bottom was moaning and begging the guy fucking him to fuck him harder. "Harder harder, fuck me, pound me" the guy on the bottom was saying. I looked down at it and his slow stroking, precum leaking and his cock all wet. "You like looking at it don't you", he asked "Sorry I didn't mean to stare. It's just so big. I've never seen any like that before, that big", I responded looking at him, our eyes connecting. "Yes, it is. So is yours, " he said stroking his cock and looking at my cock. I didn't realize it was rock hard pushing out from my underwear. "Your cock looks like it is enjoying the porn", he said "Ugh yeah", I said. I went on to cover it up and also say because I hadn't cum in a while too it must be that. My cock was pushing thru my underwear and there was a large wet spot from it leaking so much. "Sorry to hear that you haven't cum in a while. Boy you are rock hard and leaking.", Rick said "Why don't you take it out. Let it free. It's so hard it might break in there. It's only us guys", Rick said laughing softly I pushed my underwear down slightly to let it out. It sprang out and some precum flicked onto my leg and his. "Oh sorry about that" as I reached out to wipe it off him. I finished wiping it off myself and he said, "Don't let it go to waste boy, go ahead and lick it.", Rick said He reached out and softly touched my hand and led my finger to my mouth. "Go ahead its your boy, you've tasted it yesterday" he said I opened my mouth and licked and sucked my precum. It tasted sweet and a little salty. "It tastes good doesn't it", Rick asked. I nodded. "Porn is porn whether straight or gay. It's to adults enjoying each other's bodies and pleasure. It's normal to get aroused. I know a lot of straight guys who watch bi or gay porn and get hard" Rick said in a comforting manner

maybe the desire part, knowing that my bottom really likes and wants want i'm doing and giving

I think that this issue is causing some misunderstanding: Since I was in business for years, I feel able to comment cogently on the issue. I had to hire people, and one of the facets I considered was their "cultural identity", if that makes sense. But it was only one, and not the most important one. Competence, ability to do the job was paramount. However, when there were - oh - say 3 relatively equally-qualified candidates, It was my "right" (and, in my mind, my duty), to consider any cultural issues as well, stressing competency of course, but also having the luxury of more than 1 equally qualified people, I could actually 1) act on my beliefs, and 2) engage an employee on an "equal" basis with every other employee. In that instance, I could allow myself to "empower" at least one minority of some sort (racial, cultural, whatever), simply because that is something I believed in, and it was my company, so I could do it. Only once (out of a number of hires) did an "inclusive" choice turn out to be a poor choice who had to be let go. Now. Since I did have the ability to run the company the way I felt was right and proper, I was able to put my cultural conscience into the mix of issues, and hire someone from an underrepresented cultural group, and I'd alter nothing today, if I still had that company. Point: not everyone has the ability to make decisions that impact underrepresented groups, but everyone can do whatever they're able to make the "playing field" more equal. Whether it's something as small as a kind word, or a smile, or as impactful as hiring someone that needed a job - it all counts equally as doing what we're able to do to make our world a tiny bit more just, more inclusive, more equal, and a tiny bit better.

Dan is out of town for a business trip looking for some relief. Sitting at a hotel bar, he saw a blinking notification from an app he rarely opened. The profile was sparse: 28. Local. Discipline preferred. Dan doesn’t usually meet anonymous profiles, but he has two weeks of pent-up tension, so he’s at the point that he just wants to get off. He has submissive tendencies but has never played with anyone who is a Dom, let alone a much younger Dom. He got the address and got himself cleaned up, then headed out. The hotel was a ten-minute cab ride away, a sleek, nondescript tower near the convention center. He paid in cash, a habit leftover from his divorce. The elevator smelled like bleach and something floral, the kind of scent designed to mask deeper stains. His reflection in the mirrored walls looked back at him: salt-and-pepper stubble, the faintest hint of crow's feet. Still fit, but not like he was at thirty. Dan, a middle-aged man in his 40s, was away on a business trip and looking for a way to relieve the stress of the past two weeks. Though not as "ripped" as he was during his college athlete days, he still maintained a nice build. While sitting at a hotel bar, he noticed a blinking notification from an app he rarely opened. The profile was sparse: 28. Local. Discipline preferred. Dan didn't usually meet anonymous profiles, but the built-up tension was significant enough that he just wanted to get off. Though he had submissive tendencies, he had never played with a Dom, especially one who was much younger. After getting the address, he cleaned himself up and headed out. Room 1417. The keycard was on the back of the "do not disturb" sign, as he was told. It slipped in his damp palm on the first try. The second time, the light blinked green. Inside, the curtains were drawn. A single lamp cast long shadows across the bedspread, its synthetic fibers unnaturally smooth under his fingertips. His pulse hammered in his throat. The instructions had been clear: Strip. Blindfold. Kneel. Wait. Simple, except for the way his hands shook as he unbuckled his belt. The leather hissed through the loops. He folded his clothes, a pointless gesture, but the ritual calmed him. The blindfold was on the floor, black silk with an adjustable strap. It smelled faintly of cedar. He inhaled, exhaled, then pulled it over his eyes. The darkness was immediate, total. "Sir," he said, then cleared his throat. "I'm ready." Silence. Then soft footsteps. Not dress shoes. Sneakers, maybe. Dan held himself perfectly still. A scent that was vaguely familiar, something citrusy. Grapefruit, or bergamot. Fingers brushed his collarbone. Dan jerked, then forced himself to relax. The touch trailed lower, pausing over his sternum. A thumb pressed into the hollow of his throat. "Good," said a voice. Young, but not as young as he'd expected. Husky. "You follow directions." Dan's mouth went dry. He nodded. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but he thought it must be his nerves and dismissed the thought. The thumb pressed harder. "Use your words." "Yes," Dan managed. "Sir." “Crawl forward until I tell you to stop.” The hand withdrew. He began crawling. His soft, hung cock swung between his legs. “Stop. Turn to your right, but extend your arm out until you feel the bed, then keep your hand on the bed.” Dan followed the instructions. "Now," said the voice, closer now, warm breath ghosting over Dan's ear. "Let's see if you can keep that up, but first, open your mouth." The young man gave him a pill to take and offered him some cold Gatorade. “Relax.” Dan took a few seconds to calm himself. This had already gone beyond the level of kink he had experienced before. “Are you ready?” the young man asked. Dan nodded. Dan felt the first slap before he heard it, a sharp crack against his left cheek, the sting radiating outward in slow waves. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, knees grinding into the carpet fibers. The pain was bright, almost electric, and beneath it, something hotter uncoiled in his gut. Fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back. The blindfold shifted slightly, pressing tighter against the bridge of his nose. A thumb dragged across his lower lip—dry at first, then wet with spit. Dan opened his mouth on instinct, and the thumb pushed in, pressing down on his tongue. The taste of salt, faintly metallic. "Hands behind your back," the voice commanded. Dan obeyed, wrists brushing the small of his back. The click of metal—handcuffs, probably—preceded the cold bite of steel around his flesh. They ratcheted tighter than necessary, the edges pinching. A knee nudged his thighs apart. Dan spread them wider, the carpet now rough against his inner skin. The air against his exposed flesh was cool, but the room itself felt thicker, heavier—like the walls were leaning in. The first touch to his cock was almost casual—a single fingertip tracing the vein underneath. Dan hissed, his hips twitching upward. The hand retreated immediately. "No," the voice chided. A sharp flick to his nipple this time, the pain lancing downward. "You don't move unless I say." Dan clenched his teeth. Sweat beaded along his spine. The scent of the other man—bergamot, definitely bergamot—mixed with the smell of the sweat of his own arousal. A palm flattened against his chest, pushing until his shoulders met the bedframe. The edge dug into his scapula. "Count," the voice said. The next slap landed harder, the sound echoing off the hotel walls. "One," Dan gasped. The third strike came lower, across his ribs. "Two." By six, his skin burned, every nerve alight. By eight, his cock was leaking against his stomach. The ninth never came—instead, fingers wrapped around his throat, squeezing just shy of too tight. "Look at you," the voice murmured, almost admiringly. "So eager." Dan's breath hitched. The pressure eased, then returned, a rhythm now, each release timed to the pounding of his pulse. "Sir," he choked out. The grip tightened. "Beg." Dan's throat worked against the pressure. The word scraped out: "Please." "Louder." The fingers loosened just enough for him to draw a ragged breath. "Please, sir." His voice cracked. The blindfold was damp now, sweat or tears, he couldn't tell. The citrus scent intensified as the man leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Dan's ear. "Good boy." The praise burned hotter than the slaps. Dan shuddered, the handcuffs biting deeper as his muscles tensed. A knee slid between his thighs, nudging them wider still. The carpet fibers scratched his inner thighs, the discomfort sharpening every sensation. Fingers traced the crease where his leg met his groin, slow, teasing, stopping just short of where he ached. Then he felt teeth. Sharp against his nipple. Dan arched off the floor with a choked noise. The bite turned to suction, the pain bleeding into pleasure. The man's free hand wrapped around Dan's cock, squeezing just once, dry, rough, perfect. Precum smeared across his stomach. "Look at that," the voice murmured. A thumb swiped through the wetness, then pressed against Dan's lips. He tasted himself, salt and musk. The hand on his throat vanished, replaced by a palm flattening against his chest. "Someone is liking this." "Stay." The command vibrated through him. Footsteps retreated. "Sir, I—" Dan started to feel dizzy and his body warming up, an unusual rush, an urge rising from his stomach that he wasn’t quite sure was going on. Dan's protest died as the first slap cracked across his ass. The sting radiated outward, settling into a dull throb that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. "Did I say you could speak?" The voice was closer now, right behind him. Dan swallowed hard, shaking his head. The blindfold slipped slightly, letting in a sliver of light—just enough to make out the vague outline of a dresser, the edge of the bed. A hand grabbed his hair, forcing his head back. "Answer properly." "No, sir." "Good." The hand released him, leaving behind a tingling scalp. Fingers traced the curve of his spine, stopping just above the swell of his ass. Dan held his breath. "Relax." The touch disappeared. Then— The unmistakable sound of a belt buckle coming undone. Dan's pulse jumped. The anticipation coiled tighter in his gut. His hands were uncuffed, then he heard, "Hands on the bed. Don't move." Dan obeyed. The first strike came without warning—leather biting into flesh. Dan gasped, fingers curling into the sheets. "One," he choked out. "Very good. A quick learner." The second landed lower, harder. "Two." By five, his skin burned. By seven, his thighs trembled. The eighth never came. Instead, fingers hooked under the blindfold, pulling it off in one sharp motion. Light flooded his vision. Dan blinked, eyes watering. And then he saw him through the hotel bed headboard mirror. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in nothing but a black jockstrap and a smirk. Recognition hit like a gut punch. "Jason?" The smirk widened. "Hey, Coach." Dan's stomach dropped. Jason Mercer, star linebacker, class of '16. The kid he'd mentored, the one he'd driven home after practice when his dad was too drunk to pick him up. The kid who wasn't a kid anymore. Jason's thumb brushed Dan's lower lip. "Surprise." Dan opened his mouth, to protest, to ask, but Jason pushed two fingers inside instead, pressing down on his tongue. "Uh-uh." Jason leaned in, close enough for Dan to smell the spearmint gum on his breath. "No talking." Dan swallowed around the intrusion, tasting salt and leather. Jason pulled his fingers free, dragging them down Dan's chin. "Now, where were we?" His palm landed on Dan's ass, right where the belt had marked him. Dan hissed. Jason chuckled. "That's more like it." The belt slipped between Dan's parted thighs, the leather still warm from its earlier use. Jason dragged it upward slowly, letting the rough underside scrape against his balls before pulling it taut against his perineum, just shy of painful. Dan's breath hitched. His cock twitched, already half-hard again despite the earlier slaps. Then pressure, Jason leaning in, his erection grinding against Dan's lower back. Heat radiated through the fabric. Dan's mouth watered. He remembered those thighs from the weight room, how Jason would smirk while repping twice what anyone else could. "Eyes on me." Jason's fingers curled into Dan's hair again, forcing his head back at an awkward angle. The new position made his throat work as Jason traced his Adam's apple with the tip of the belt. "You used to yell at me for slouching during drills. Look at you now." Dan's pulse hammered against the leather. He couldn't speak, could barely think, with Jason's free hand roaming his chest, tweaking a nipple, pinching just hard enough to make his hips jerk forward. The belt tightened. Jason hummed. "Still responsive. Good." He released the pressure abruptly, letting the belt fall to the floor with a muffled thud. "Open." The command registered a second before Jason's cock pressed against his lips, thick as a beer can, already leaking, the musk of it flooding Dan's senses. He opened obediently, letting the head push past his teeth. The taste bloomed bitter-salt across his tongue. Jason didn't give him time to adjust. One hand still fisted in his hair, the other guiding his hips, Jason began fucking his mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. Dan could hardly open his mouth any wider, and gagged on the third thrust, tears pricking his eyes as the tip hit the back of his throat. Despite the discomfort, Dan wanted it. The rush he felt in his chest felt satisfying by sucking on Jason’s hard cock. His cock hardened and twitched on its own by the thought of it. Jason paused, letting him catch his breath, then pushed deeper. "Relax your jaw," he murmured, his thumb brushing Dan's cheek where it stretched around his girth. "Yeah. Just like that." Saliva dripped down Dan's chin. His hand gripped the bedsheet tighter as Jason set a relentless pace, the slap of skin against skin obscene in the quiet room. The stretch burned, but beneath it—God, beneath it—the ache of submission coiled tighter with every thrust. Jason's grip tightened. "Look at me." Dan forced his eyes open. Jason's pupils were blown, his lower lip caught between his teeth. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through Dan's gut. "Remember," Jason panted, his hips stuttering, "when you made me run suicides for mouthing off?" He bottomed out, groaning as Dan's throat fluttered around him. "Bet you regret that now." Dan's nostrils flared—oxygen deprivation, humiliation, arousal all twisting together. His cock leaked against the bedsheets, untouched. Jason's fingers flexed in his hair, pulling just shy of painful as he withdrew completely. The sudden absence left Dan gasping, spit-slick lips parted. Jason tapped his cheek with two fingers. "Turn over. Ass up." Dan rolled onto his back. Jason's knee pinned his thigh before he could complete the motion. "Try again," Jason murmured, his thumb tracing the hollow of Dan's hipbone. "Slow." Dan obeyed, the stretch in his muscles obscenely intimate as he presented himself. The air conditioner kicked on, chilling the sweat along his spine. Jason's exhale on Dan’s hole before his tongue swiped upward, broad, wet, deliberate. Dan jerked, his elbows buckling. Jason chuckled against his skin. "Still ticklish." He spread Dan wider, his thumbs digging into firm flesh, and licked a slow circle around his rim. The drag of his tongue was filthy, unhurried, the kind of teasing that had Dan pushing back shamelessly. Jason rewarded him with a firmer press, the tip of his tongue breaching just enough to make Dan's toes curl. "Taste yourself," Jason ordered, rising to smear his spit-slick chin against Dan's mouth. The musk of his own arousal flooded Dan's senses—salt, sweat, something deeper. Jason's fingers replaced his tongue, circling lazily. "Next time," he breathed, "I won't be so gentle." His fingertip breached Dan on the word "gentle," the stretch burning gloriously. Dan arched, the headboard rattling as Jason crooned, "There you go, Coach. Take it." The room was spinning for Dan. Between the burn and the forceful stretch of Jason’s finger, he moaned uncontrollably and wanted more. Jason's other hand held Dan down while that finger worked deeper, twisting just shy of cruel. Dan turned to the side, buried his face into the bed, his breath hitching as Jason scissored him open, too fast, not enough, then added a second finger alongside the first. The stretch burned white, hot, his rim fluttering around the intrusion. Jason's breath hitched. "Fuck. Still tight." Dan's cock dripped onto his stomach, untouched. He could feel Jason's gaze tracing the mess he'd made, the silent judgment making his ears burn hotter than the stretch. Jason twisted his wrist, dragging his fingertips along Dan's walls until he gasped—then pulled out entirely. The sudden emptiness left Dan panting. The bed dipped. Jason's knees bracketed his thighs. "Tell me what you want." Dan's tongue felt too thick. "You. Inside." Jason's chuckle vibrated through him. "Yeah?" The first press of his cockhead against Dan's hole stole his breath. Jason leaned over him, chest to back, and nipped his earlobe. "Beg properly." Dan shuddered. "Please. Fuck me, Jason." “You sure you can take my thick cock?” “Yes. Jason. Please.” Jason slapped Dan across the face. At that moment he could tell how high Dan was. He almost forgot that he had given Dan a good dose of G and a capsule packed full of tina. “Who is Jason?” “Yes. Sir, Please,” Dan said. Jason sheathed himself in one brutal thrust. Dan's vision whited out. The stretch bordered on pain, his body struggling to accommodate Jason's thickness. Jason's dick wasn’t even halfway in. Jason applied a generous amount of lube to his dick again and sprayed maximum impact on a rag, then shoved it in Dan’s mouth. “Inhale deep and hold it.” Dan did as instructed. For the next 30 seconds or so he was completely disoriented. His mind went blank, as if his soul left his body. When he finally slowly regained consciousness, he was surprised to find Jason pounding his ass. Dan could feel his hips slammed against Jason. He had no clue how he managed to take the rest of Jason’s thick, hard, throbbing cock. "Jesus. You feel—” His voice broke. Jason rolled his hips experimentally, pulling a moan from Dan's throat. "Look at you," Jason murmured, dragging Dan upright by the hair. The new angle made his cock brush something deep, wrenching a punched-out noise from his lungs. Jason's hand wrapped around his throat, thumb pressing his pulse point. "All those years telling me to sit straight," he growled, punctuating each word with a thrust, "and now you're taking my cock like this." Dan's stomach clenched. The slap of skin filled the room, obscenely wet where Jason's balls hit his taint. Jason's free hand palmed Dan's leaking cock, stroking in time with his thrusts—too rough, too perfect. "Gonna come inside you," Jason panted, teeth scraping Dan's shoulder. "Just like you taught me—finish what I started." Jason's cock pulsed in Dan. The first pulse hit without ceremony. Jason groaned, hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding Dan’s guts in hot, thick waves. Dan felt it—the way Jason’s cock twitched inside him, the way his own body clenched instinctively around it, milking him dry. But Jason didn’t pull out. He stayed, panting against Dan’s shoulder, his grip tightening as his breathing evened out. Then he moved again. Dan barely had time to gasp before Jason was on him again—no warning, no easing back in—just the brutal slide of thick, familiar heat splitting him open all over again. The sudden fullness punched the air from his lungs, his body still loose and trembling from the first round. Jason didn’t give him a second to adjust, slamming home with a force that rocked the bedframe against the wall. "Fuck—thought I was done with you?" Jason’s voice was raw, his hands vise-like on Dan’s hips as he drove into him, each thrust landing with a wet smack. Dan’s vision blurred at the edges, his cock twitching uselessly against his stomach, oversensitive but still hard. The stretch burned differently now—deeper, like Jason was carving a space inside him that wouldn’t close. The second load came harder, Jason’s teeth sinking into Dan’s shoulder as he came with a ragged curse. This time, Dan felt the spillover—warmth trickling down his thigh, the sheets sticking to his skin. Jason didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause. Just kept driving into him, his breath hot against Dan’s neck, his voice rough with something like awe. "One more." Dan’s protest died in a choked whine. Jason fucked him through the mess, his thrusts turning slick and filthy, the sound obscene in the quiet room. "You take it so good," Jason muttered, almost to himself, as his pace picked up. Dan could only nod, his throat too ruined to speak, his body pliant under Jason’s hands. Jason emptied himself a third time, his groan muffled against Dan’s spine. The room smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick with it. Dan’s legs shook, his hole clenching around nothing as Jason finally pulled out, leaving him wet and wrecked. Dan obeyed, the salt-bitter taste flooding his tongue as Jason watched, pupils blown. He barely registered the bed shifting until Jason’s weight settled between his legs again—the head of his cock already nudging at Dan’s spent hole. "No—” Dan’s voice cracked. Jason didn’t hesitate. He sheathed himself in one smooth thrust, bottoming out with a groan as Dan’s body yielded impossibly again. "Fuck. Still so tight." His hands pinned Dan’s wrists, his hips pistoning with renewed hunger. The overstimulation was electric—Dan arched, his cock twitching dryly as Jason’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath hot against Dan’s throat. A load shot out of Dan’s untouched dick and some of his cum got on Jason’s face. Jason licked what he could reach with his tongue. Jason growled, his hips grinding as he emptied himself in Dan once more. Dan felt the cum leaking out around the stretch of him. Both of them were exhausted. Dan could not believe his ex-player dom had unloaded in him 4 times in a row. Without being told, Dan said, “Thank you for your load, sir.” It made Jason chuckle, and he said, “Get out of here.” Dan got dressed and left the room. Somewhere beneath the exhaustion, beneath the ache, something unfamiliar hummed—not regret, not exactly. Want. Raw and gnawing. During his Uber ride back to his hotel, he reached for his phone, fingers trembling. The app was still open. He tapped on Jason’s profile and typed, “When can I serve you again, sir?” The reply came before he could second-guess it: “Tomorrow. Same place. Don't be late.” Dan exhaled. His skin throbbed in time with his pulse. He traced a fingertip over the freshest bruise, darkening already, purpling at the edges. The pain was sweet. The anticipation, sweeter.

My Grandad just wanted his cock sucked and my uncle would suck him off till my dad took over as my uncle always seem to be the dominant one. Both my dad and uncle were 6'2" and well built but my uncle took after grandad being about 10 inches uncut where I took after my dad being 8 inches cut. My uncle was 14 when he first fucked my dad who was 10 at the time and my uncles 2 boys were uncut but only about 8 inches but my uncle used to bring them over and take turns using my dads ass or mine before my uncle would plow my dad with my cousins cheering him on like "Fuck him hard dad" or "Make him grown dad" They used to use dad for what ever or wherever they wanted just like dad would use me when we were alone and even though dad would use my throat for quickies, he preferred that I would fuck him if time allowed or have me watch as guys took turns using his ass in parks or bar parking lots. As much as we played in groups, my favorite times were being held in dads arms with him nuzzling my neck with his 5'oclock shadow and then fucking me and falling asleep with his cock in my ass and then waking up in the morning and sucking his cock and drinking his morning piss. I have sucked a lot of guys off and drink a lot of piss over the years but there is nothing like the taste of your own dads juices.

I've gone through something similar twice @norefusal - it is a loss. Just because it's "just sex" doesn't mean these isn't a connection - so I totally understand.

I am a white middle aged male. I would never claim to have the same experience as anyone else. Especially Someone of color. I really don’t have a preference. My pussy doesn’t see color. What turns me on varies. I do see a lot of guys that I reach out to just delete the conversation or never respond back. I am sure it’s probably that I’m not their type or they don’t want a Poz guy etc. I don’t take offense at it but I would rather you just say…. Not my type or not interested. Much better than putting those specifics in the profile page. I would not be offended. I do ok. lol. I am not fragile.

A man’s smell. If a man smells like a man my legs go up quick. I love to breath in his musk. Hairy men are best for it. I could practically cum from burning my nose in a man’s pubes. This is for any and all men.

PART 1. When i was 23 yrs old I already had some hot PNP and read so many hot stories online about getting slammed and getting pozzed that I started to fantasize about how it would be. After 1,5 years I finally made the decision to find someone that could introduce me to getting slammed first. I went online and met a 22 yr old German boy called Matteo who lived in Amsterdam. He was also into pnp, bare, assplay and fisting and had been slamming for 3 years. He told me that he love introducing young guys to it. We decided to meet up that weekend and slam together. When I arrived a the station he was already waiting for me. After we talked a bit he told me that we first had to get some supplies at his dealer. We took the metro and after 15 minutes we arrive at a house with tinted windows. After ringing the doorbell a ripped 30 yr old black guy in basketball shorts opened the door and introduced himself as Gio. He let us in to a living room with a couch and several mattresses on the floor. We talked a bit and after a while he asked what we were up too. We told him that we were going to slam and that it's going to be my first time. He told us that this sounded hot and asked if he could record my first slam and that in return he would supply as much T as we wanted without charge. This offer was too good to pass up so we both started to take off our clothes. I have seen some nude pictures he'd sent me online but seeing his hot tattooed body in real-life made me so horny. Gio prepared the slams together with Matteo. When we sat on the couch Gio began filming. Matteo asked me if I wanted to get higher than I ever was before. After i nodded Matteo tied off my bicep, found a vein and slowly injected me. When the rubber band was released the heat started to spread thru my veins and I started couching. My brain went into overdrive and I became hornier than I ever was before. I let my self slide from the couch onto the mattress. My 7" dick was rock hard and was oozing a continuous stream of pre-cum. Then Matteo slammed himself which was so fucking hot to see. After coughing he climbed on top of me and started to ride my hard cock. Gio was stroking his huge 13" black cock and asked if he could join in. Matteo looked at me and we both smiled and I said 'Hell yeah!'. He stood up and grabbed his dick in one hand and with the other hand he slowly slid a point into one of the bulging veins on top. He massage his long cock and after couching he then tied off his balls and cock with a shoelace which made his cock swell up even bigger. He then pushed Matteo down on top of me and began to shove his lubed cock beside mine in the boys ass. Matteo let out a howl and after taking it ball deep he started to relax. After 15 minutes of hard fucking he pulled out and said 'Time to switch up'. Matteo climbed of me and grabbed the lube. knowing that I cleaned out before coming over he started to finger my ass. I pulled up my legs and felt him slowly stretching me up. After adding another finger every several minutes his hand began to slide into my ass . Then Gio got a glass pipe and started blowing clouds. I felt Matteo's hand slowly forming into a fist and after a couple of punches it was pulled out leaving my ass gaping. Gio handed the pipe to the Matteo and moved between my legs and rammed his cock in my ass. Feeling his the big cock head pressing against my inner ring. He then pulled out and got a little bag and sprinkled some white powder on the head. Matteo was sitting beside us blowing clouds. He started saying things as 'Yeah fuck that whore' and 'Fuck him raw and deep'. The Gio slid his Tina covered dick back inside and I felt how my insides began to burn. After hitting the ring again he began pressing harder and grabbed my nipples and began twisting them. My mind wanted only one thing and that was to be his hole so being fisted deep before I started to take deep breaths. And slowly I felt my inner ring giving way and his cock sank deep. He then applied lube to his balls and grabbed them tight and started to press them inside my hole and after they popped in he began to move his hips back and forth. He then grabbed my nipples and started to pull and twist them harder. The pain made me tens up and he started to moan harder and thrust his hips harder. I then felt his cock swell up inside. Matteo was stroking his 8.5" tattooed cock and began to say things as 'Yeah Fill this slut like you did to me' and 'Make him pregnant'. I joined him by begging Gio to breed me deep with his huge black cock'. This took him over the edge and unload big ropes of cum deep inside me. After he pulled out he shoved his cream covered cock deep inside Matteo's throat making him gag. After 5 minutes he pulled out because he heard the doorbell and said 'customers'. Matteo lay down next to me catching his breath. Then we heard the dealer coming back inside the room followed by two scally lads in tracksuits. 'Don't mind them' said the dealer to the lads. We saw how they did some business. One of the lads kept looking at Matteo and then asked if he was at the bathhouse two days ago getting gang banged. Matteo nodded. Then the lad said to his friend 'Remember that I told you yesterday that there was a hot slut tied up in a sling getting pounded by at least 15 guys? That's him! Too bad that I had to work that night, otherwise I would've joined in'. Gio leaned towards the lads and whispered something. The lads said 'YEAH!' and Gio gave them an extra baggy. Gio then walked over towards us and said 'Listen sluts. I just paid these lads for some hot fucking. So get ready for them'. Matteo knew exactly what that meant so he pulled me up and I followed him to the kitchen.

I did some research in to the evolution of sites. Broken out by "Period" the below describes the various phases of the evolution of the ways gay men in the US have connected and met each other, and the technology evolutions that came with them. Tomorrow, I have some interesting information about some of the trends ya'll noticed (flakes/spam/etc.) impacting the efficacy of the sites! 🙂 History and Timeline of Gay Men's Online Dating and Hookup Culture in the United States PERIOD: Pre-1960s (Sickness Era) Key Trends and Tactics • Secret meetings in hidden spaces • Subtle signals like eye contact or coded language • Cruising in public areas Description Homosexuality was illegal and pathologized in the US, leading to high risks of arrest or violence. Gay men often met discreetly in speakeasies, basements, or behind fake walls in bars. Tactics included "cruising" (seeking anonymous encounters) in parks, restrooms, or theaters, using nonverbal cues to avoid detection. This era emphasized secrecy and community networks for safety. Platforms/Tools • No formal platforms • Reliance on word-of-mouth • Underground bars • Public spaces (e.g., Central Park in NYC, public restrooms known as "tearooms") End User Feedback • High risk of raids and arrests created constant fear, but essential for any connection in a stigmatized era • Subtle signals like eye contact or accessories (e.g., green carnation) were effective but nerve-wracking due to potential violence or rejection • Provided thrilling, semi-anonymous encounters, fostering a sense of community despite dangers PERIOD: 1960s-1970s (Liberation Era) Key Trends and Tactics • Emergence of visible gay spaces • Cruising in bars, bathhouses, and outdoors • Use of hankie codes for signaling interests Description Post-Stonewall (1969 riots), gay liberation movements increased visibility, though sodomy laws persisted until later. Tactics shifted to more open socializing in gay bars and clubs, with casual hookups in bathhouses or parks ("bushes"). The 1970s saw an explosion in cruising culture, including anonymous sex parties and signals like colored handkerchiefs (hankie code) to indicate preferences. AIDS fears began emerging late in the decade, tempering some activities. Platforms/Tools • Gay bars (e.g., Stonewall Inn) • Bathhouses (e.g., Continental Baths in NYC) • Cruising spots (e.g., parks, beaches) • Personal ads in underground newsletters or magazines End User Feedback • Bathhouses offered discreet, exciting spaces for orgies and liberation, feeling like a "rite of passage" with fond memories of freedom pre-AIDS • Bars and cruising spots built community and solidarity, but police raids remained a constant threat • Hankie code was clever for signaling preferences, but some wished for safer, less clandestine options PERIOD: 1980s (AIDS Era Begins) Key Trends and Tactics • Continued cruising but with caution • Personal ads in print media • Hidden speakeasies persisted in conservative areas Description The AIDS epidemic (starting 1981) hindered mainstream hookup culture but didn't stop it; many shifted to safer, more private connections. Tactics included ads seeking "houseboys" or partners, and cruising in bars or outdoors, though fear reduced participation. Gay men built solidarity through community support. Decriminalization in some states encouraged openness. Platforms/Tools • Print ads in magazines (e.g., Advocate) • Early Bulletin Board Systems (BBS) like Backroom for dial-up connections (late 1980s) End User Feedback • Personal ads were discreet and led to meaningful connections via letters, but slow and hit-or-miss with negative language or restrictions in some papers • Allowed covert meetings amid stigma, but users wished for faster, less risky alternatives • Early BBS offered privacy, but limited access and tech barriers frustrated users PERIOD: 1990s (Early Internet Era) Key Trends and Tactics • Dial-up online chats • Personal ads evolve to digital • Group chats leading to private meetups Description Internet access grew (from ~2.4% in 1994), enabling anonymous online connections amid ongoing stigma. Tactics involved banal banter in chat rooms to gauge interest before private messaging or in-person meets. AIDS awareness promoted safer sex discussions. Gay men adopted tech early for solidarity during the crisis. Platforms/Tools • BBS like Gay.Net (1993) • AOL gay chat rooms • Websites like Gay.com (1994) • Gaydar (1999) End User Feedback • AOL chats (GayOL) were revolutionary for community and cybersex, with nostalgic fondness for word-based interactions • Gay.com fun for hookups, fewer fakes initially, but some miss the thrill; great for teens seeking non-sexual support • Dial-up glitches annoying, but privacy and 24/7 access transformative PERIOD: 2000s (Web 2.0 and Mobile Shift) Key Trends and Tactics • Profile-based websites • Emphasis on photos and quick messaging • Home-based browsing over in-person scouting Description Broadband internet made sites more interactive. Tactics focused on "new message" alerts for efficiency, reducing time in bars. Sites catered to hookups with minimal text. The Lawrence v. Texas ruling (2003) decriminalized sodomy nationwide, boosting openness. Apps began emerging late in the decade. Platforms/Tools • Websites like Manhunt.net • Adam4Adam.com • PlanetRomeo (2002) • OkCupid (2004, queer-friendly) • Early mobile app Grindr (2009, geolocation-based) End User Feedback • Manhunt efficient for quick, targeted hookups; photo-based shift convenient but led to more superficial judgments • Adam4Adam free and straightforward, but scammers and fakes became issues; users appreciated specificity in profiles • Better than bars for efficiency, but some wished for less anonymity to reduce flakes PERIOD: 2010s (App Dominance and Equality Era) Key Trends and Tactics • Geolocation apps for instant nearby connections • "Less is more" profiles (photo + distance) • Integration with social media Description Smartphone proliferation transformed hookups to on-the-go. Tactics: Quick swipes or taps for matches, often leading to immediate meets. Marriage equality (2015) normalized dating, but apps emphasized casual sex. Concerns arose over app addiction and safety. Platforms/Tools • Apps like Scruff (2010) • Jack'd • Hornet • Tinder (2012, popular among gay users) • Grindr's growth (10,000 downloads overnight post-launch) End User Feedback • Grindr instant and convenient for meets, but addictive and glitchy; users missed deeper connections • Scruff safer, friendlier for "real men," with better filters; preferred over Grindr for masculine types • Overall, easier but less personal; some wished for fewer fakes and more safety features PERIOD: 2020s (Modern Hybrid Era) Key Trends and Tactics • App-based with AI/matching algorithms • Return to in-person events post-COVID • Focus on diverse identities and safety features Description Pandemic accelerated app use but sparked fatigue; tactics blend digital screening with real-world meets. Apps now include video chats and health badges (e.g., HIV status). Broader acceptance allows integration with mainstream social media, though cruising persists in niche forms. Platforms/Tools • Apps like Sniffies (2019, map-based) • Grindr/Scruff updates • Mainstream like Tinder/Bumble with queer filters • Social platforms (e.g., Instagram, TikTok) for indirect connections End User Feedback • Sniffies direct and efficient for quick sex, no small talk; better than Grindr, with anonymous cruising appeal • Grindr updates frustrating with ads, bots, glitches; users fleeing to alternatives like Sniffies/Scruff • Scruff reliable, cheaper, functional; great for community and real connections • Post-COVID fatigue; wish for better safety and less scams SOURCES Pre-1960s (Sickness Era) and early cruising history: · George Chauncey's Gay New York: Gender, Urban Culture, and the Making of the Gay Male World, 1890-1940 (1994 book, foundational for public cruising spots like Central Park's "Fruited Plain") — [think before following links] https://www.supersummary.com/gay-new-york/summary/ or [think before following links] https://search.worldcat.org/title/Gay-New-York-:-gender-urban-culture-and-the-makings-of-the-gay-male-world-1890-1940/oclc/29877871 · Brian Gerald Murphy's "A Brief History of Gay Cruising" (covers raids, molly houses, and pre-internet tactics) — [think before following links] https://www.briangerald.com/history-gay-cruising · Bearwww blog: "Gay Cruising: From Clandestine Origins to the Digital Era" (discusses molly houses, public spaces, and early risks) — [think before following links] https://www.bearwww.com/blog/gay-cruising-history-renaissance-to-digital-era · Them.us: "Gay Cruising 101: What It Is, Where It Comes From, and How to Do It" (details historical spots like Central Park, waterfronts, and nonverbal cues) — [think before following links] https://www.them.us/story/gay-cruising-101-what-it-is-where-it-comes-from-and-how-to-do-it · Atlas Obscura: "The Rise and Fall of Cruisingforsex.com, a Digital Atlas of Casual Encounters" (contrasts pre-internet reliance on gossip/luck with digital shifts) — [think before following links] https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/the-rise-and-fall-of-cruisingforsexcom-a-digital-atlas-of-casual-sex 1960s-1970s (Liberation Era), bathhouses, hankie code, and Stonewall: · Them.us articles on the hanky code and leather/BDSM scenes (origins in 1970s San Francisco/LA leather communities) — related coverage in [think before following links] https://www.them.us/story/what-is-the-hanky-code-gay-flagging (cross-referenced) · Agnes & Edie: "How To Flag - The Hanky Code Explained" (history from 1970s guides like Bob Damron’s Address Book and Drummer magazine) — [think before following links] https://agnesandedie.com/blogs/news/how-to-flag-the-hanky-code-explained · Queerty: "Bathhouses And Beyond: A Brief History Of Gay Cruising" (covers 1950s-1970s bathhouses, raids like 1903 Ariston Hotel, and post-Stonewall explosion) — [think before following links] https://www.queerty.com/bathhouses-and-beyond-a-brief-history-of-gay-cruising-20140821 · Allan Bérubé's "The History of Gay Bathhouses" (2003, evolution from Turkish/Russian baths to gay-specific venues in the 1950s-1970s) — [think before following links] https://www.researchgate.net/publication/10577680_The_History_of_Gay_Bathhouses or PDF at [think before following links] https://johnkamys.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/the-history-of-gay-bathhouses.pdf 1980s (AIDS Era Begins) and impact on culture: · Various historical overviews on AIDS stigma, fear reducing public sex venues, and community solidarity (e.g., from UN Chronicle, SF LGBT Center; no direct British Academy match found, but aligned with broader epidemic retrospectives) · NIH/PMC articles and retrospectives on gay men's internet use (1990s-2013, noting caution in cruising and shift to private/safer connections) 1990s (Early Internet Era), AOL, Gay.com, BBS: · Out South Florida: "The Evolution of LGBTQ Online Dating" (Gay.Net 1993 BBS, AOL "GayOL" chat rooms, Gay.com 1994, Gaydar 1999) — [think before following links] https://outsfl.com/history/the-evolution-of-lgbtq-online-dating · PG Dating Pro: "LGBTQ+ online dating: a historical overview" (BBSs, AOL gay chat rooms, Gaydar launch) — [think before following links] https://www.datingpro.com/blog/lgbtq-online-dating-a-historical-overview · Queerty and Vice nostalgic pieces on pre-Grindr online cruising (AOL, Gay.com, Yahoo Messenger) — e.g., [think before following links] https://www.queerty.com/memory-lane-look-back-online-cruising-age-grindr-20170527 · Slate: "When AOL was GayOL" (dial-up chats, anonymity, and community building amid stigma) — referenced in multiple sources like [think before following links] https://outsfl.com/history/the-evolution-of-lgbtq-online-dating 2000s (Web 2.0 and Mobile Shift), Manhunt, Adam4Adam, early Grindr: · IN Magazine: "A History Of Hooking Up" (Manhunt.net, Adam4Adam, PlanetRomeo 2002, shift to profile-based sites post-Lawrence v. Texas 2003) — [think before following links] https://inmagazine.ca/2019/11/a-history-of-hooking-up · NIH/PMC: "Dating in Motion" (generational use of sites like Gaydar/PlanetRomeo, transition to geolocation) · Guardian oral histories and pieces on Manhunt, Adam4Adam as key hookup platforms before apps 2010s (App Dominance) and 2020s (Modern Era), Grindr, Scruff, Sniffies: · The Guardian: "'There's a gay bar in my pocket!': how 15 years of Grindr has affected gay communities and dating culture" (Grindr 2009 launch impact, Scruff 2010, Hornet, Sniffies 2019 map-based) — [think before following links] https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2024/mar/25/theres-a-gay-bar-in-my-pocket-how-15-years-of-grindr-has-affected-gay-communities-and-dating-culture · Wikipedia and DatingNews.com timelines (Grindr launch, growth, updates) · Multiple Reddit threads (e.g., r/grindr, r/AskGaybrosOver30, r/Sniffies; 2017-2025) for authentic user feedback on efficacy, glitches, ads, fakes, preferences (e.g., Sniffies for quick/anonymous, Scruff for reliability/community, Grindr frustrations) General user feedback across eras: · Aggregated from Reddit discussions (nostalgic views on bathhouses as "rite of passage," complaints about modern apps like addiction/superficiality/paywalls, praises for efficiency/privacy in digital shifts) — sourced via community forums like r/grindr and r/AskGaybrosOver30

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Damn thats hot. WOuld love to have that happen to me. I was in a Sauna in Canberra where a hot POZ guy repeatedly bred me and it was fucking hot. I had taken at least 6 loads before hand in the sling but I have never cum so hard and as much as when he bred me. Im hard just thinking about it

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The funny thing was my dad was the one that offered me up to my uncle. Long story short, my dad had health issues growing up, moved to the US in his teens and my uncle was the one that took care of him. So he liked the fact my uncle and I “got along” lol.

My first tubs experience was at Mans Country on N. Clark St, S. Andersonville, Chicago. And, it was the first of many .....

Playing at bath houses and getting Sti’s are really common. I have a friend that does testing at the bath houses and says they are filled with bugs. He is also poz and got it at the bath house. He has never once advocated for condoms. Chalk it up to men will be men.

I got gono about 3 weeks ago, tests were taken on last Thursday. It's in my ass and throat. Ass hurts like hell all the time now. And I think this might have spread in my dick as well. Luckily tomorrow I'll see a doctor. She / he (let's hope its him) will start antibiotics. I only wish atm it stops hurting asap.

The morning light filtered through the hotel curtains, casting a warm glow over our tangled bodies. I woke to Karl's arm draped possessively over my waist, his breath hot against my neck. My ass still ached from the night before, slick with the remnants of his previous loads, but the hunger between us reignited instantly. He stirred, his thick cock pressing hard against my cheeks, already throbbing with need. 'Good morning, beautiful,' he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and desire. His hand slid down, fingers parting my cheeks, finding my hole wet and ready. I arched back into him, gasping as he teased my rim with slow circles. 'Fuck, you're soaked for me already.' I turned my head, capturing his lips in a deep kiss, our tongues tangling as his fingers plunged inside me, stretching my hole open. 'Take me, Karl. Fill me again.' He growled low, positioning himself behind me, the head of his unmedicated cock nudging my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself balls-deep, his veined shaft splitting me wide. I cried out, the burn of his girth mixing with exquisite pleasure as he started pounding, hips slamming against my ass. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him with every stroke, his balls slapping my skin. 'God, your hole grips me so tight,' he groaned, leaning over to bite my shoulder lightly. Sweat beaded on our skin as he fucked me harder, the bed creaking under us. Emotions surged—love, fear of the risks, the raw connection that made this feel inevitable. 'I love how you take my cock, how you want my seed.' I pushed back, meeting his thrusts, my walls clenching around him. 'Cum in me, Karl. Breed me deep.' His pace faltered, then he drove in one last time, roaring as his cock pulsed, unloading thick ropes of his unmedicated load straight into my guts. Heat flooded me, his cum spilling hot and heavy, marking me from the inside. He didn't pull out, staying buried as he caught his breath, kissing my neck tenderly. 'That's one... but I need more of you.' We shifted, him rolling me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. His eyes locked on mine, filled with that deep affection that twisted my heart. He slid back in easily, my hole slick with his cum, and fucked me slow at first, savoring every inch. 'You're mine,' he whispered, thrusting deeper, his thumb rubbing my cock until I shattered around him, screaming his name as my orgasm ripped through me. He followed soon after, hips bucking wildly, pumping a second load even thicker than the first, his cum overflowing, dripping down my crack. We clung together, panting, his forehead against mine. 'I don't want this to end,' he said softly, vulnerability cracking his voice. Tears pricked my eyes; the separation loomed, but in that moment, we were everything. After showering—his hands lingering, soaping my chest and ass with gentle care—we dressed and headed down for brunch with the others. The hotel restaurant buzzed with Sunday morning chatter, the scent of coffee and bacon filling the air. Jax, Tomas, and Lukas were already at the table, grinning as we joined. Jax's eyes lingered on me a beat too long, a flicker of something intense in his gaze. Brunch passed in easy banter—stories of the night's escapades, laughter over shared secrets—but tension simmered beneath. As we finished, Jax caught my arm. 'Walk with me a sec?' He led me toward the lobby, away from the group. In a quiet corner, he pulled me close, his lips crashing onto my neck, sucking hard to leave a fresh love bite, the sting making me gasp. 'Missed this,' he breathed, his hand slipping under my waistband to cup my ass. Before I could respond, he tugged me into the disabled washroom nearby, locking the door with a click. The space was cramped, mirrors reflecting our urgency. 'Need you now,' he growled, yanking down my pants and spreading my cheeks. His cock was out in seconds—hard, leaking pre-cum—and he spun me against the sink, bending me over. He thrust in roughly, filling my cum-slick hole with one stroke, the mix of Karl's loads and his own desire making it filthy and perfect. 'Fuck, you're so wet,' he grunted, pounding fast and deep, his hands bruising my hips. The risk of getting caught heightened everything—my heart raced, hole clenching around him as he railed me. 'Take my load, just like that.' I bit my lip to stifle moans, pushing back, the slap of skin echoing softly. He buried his face in my hair, thrusting erratically before slamming home, his cock erupting, flooding me with hot spurts of his unmedicated cum. It mixed with Karl's inside me, warm and claiming. We straightened quickly, him pulling out with a wet pop, cum trickling down my thighs. I fixed my clothes, heart pounding, and we slipped out separately, rejoining the lobby without a soul noticing. Walking back to the restaurant, Jax's arm brushed mine, but his jaw was tight. 'I found you first at that bar, you know. Thought we'd have more time. But Karl... he got two nights with you, and I just got scraps.' His voice held hurt, jealousy sharpening his words. I stopped, turning to him, my hand on his chest. 'Jax, I loved your fucks, your loads—they were intense, made me feel alive. But... I've started feeling something deeper for Karl. It's not about the sex; it's him. This pull I can't ignore.' He searched my eyes, pain flashing before he nodded, forcing a smile. 'Yeah, I get it. Just... hurts a bit.' It was my last day; checkout by 1 PM loomed. After brunch, the others headed out, but Karl stayed, his hand in mine as we returned to the room. The door barely closed before he pinned me against it, kissing me fiercely, tongues battling with desperate hunger. 'One last time,' he whispered, stripping me bare, his mouth devouring my chest, sucking nipples until I whimpered. He lifted me, carrying me to the bed, laying me down gently despite the fire in his eyes. 'I love you,' he confessed, voice breaking as he entered me slowly, inch by inch, our eyes locked. Emotions poured out—tears on my cheeks, his thumb wiping them away—as he fucked me with long, deep strokes, his cock dragging against my walls. 'Cum with me,' he urged, and I did, shattering around him, pulling him over the edge. His first load of the session gushed deep, hot and endless, his body trembling. No pause—he kept thrusting through it, building again, faster now, our bodies slick with sweat. 'More for you,' he panted, hips snapping, balls tightening. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him deeper. 'Fill me, Karl. All of you.' He groaned, slamming in, unleashing a second load back-to-back, cum overflowing, sealing our connection. We collapsed, entwined, whispering promises amid sobs. Checkout was bittersweet. In the lobby, I hugged Tomas and Lukas goodbye. They pulled me close, their hands sneaking to squeeze my ass, fingers probing briefly. 'Damn, you're loose as hell now,' Tomas chuckled, Lukas adding, 'Karl did a number on you—fucked you the most, lucky bastard.' They laughed, light-hearted, as I blushed, waving them off. Jax stepped up last, his embrace tight. He nuzzled my neck, sucking another love bite into the skin, harder this time, the pain mirroring the ache in his eyes. I saw it—the rejection stinging, knowing my heart leaned toward Karl, our encounters just physical fireworks. 'Take care,' he murmured, voice thick, pulling away with forced casualness. Karl and I grabbed my bags, calling a taxi to the Montreal airport. The downtown drive was long, but he insisted on coming, his hand squeezing mine. 'Can't let you go alone.' Tears welled as we slid into the back seat, me cuddling against his side, head on his shoulder. The city blurred by as we talked—raw, honest—about the seroconversion risk. 'It's impossible to know whose load will stick, whose love I'll carry forever,' I said softly, tracing his jaw. 'But I hope it's yours, Karl. That your seed changes me, binds us.' He kissed my forehead. 'Whatever happens, you're in my heart. Promise you'll tell me if your status changes—first thing.' I nodded, voice choked. 'I will. No secrets.' The vulnerability hung heavy, our fingers laced, the unmedicated risks we'd embraced now a thread tying us across distance. Before the airport, he pulled a small package from his pocket—a delicate necklace with a pendant shaped like an infinity symbol. 'For you,' he said, fastening it around my neck. 'I slipped out yesterday. Don't feel bad; seeing you wear it is enough.' My eyes swelled, tears spilling. He cupped my face, kissing me softly. 'And if you seroconvert... that'd be the best gift. Means I'm with you forever, in your blood, your body.' We reached the airport, the farewell ripping at me. I checked my luggage quickly, then we found a quiet corner. Three hours until my flight—time stretched agonizingly. We sat close, his arm around me, stealing kisses, hands wandering under clothes for stolen touches. 'This isn't goodbye,' he whispered, but the pain in his eyes said otherwise, mirroring my own heart's ache as the clock ticked down.

I have not noticed it much. If you have body or face pics posted, or even in your narrative, most guys know your race. I have to think back to the days of AOL, where I used to see "No fats, fems, blacks" etc, and it was fairly common. But since that time I don't think see it as often. I understand people may have a "preference" when it comes to race, but there is a nice way to go about that without saying something ugly. If you're not interested, you just move along.