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Jake’s legs shook as he squatted down over the dildo. He watched himself in the mirror lowering himself onto the fat plastic shaft. Even as he stretched himself, working down towards its base he knew it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t big enough. He’d need more if he ever hoped to take Sir’s cock. Sir’s cock, Jake’s mind wandered. He thought back to the night he’d met the new object of his desires. Two weeks prior, his boyfriend had been out of town, and he’d gone out dancing with a few friends. At first, they’d just gone to the same bar they always went to, full of younger guys who looked mostly just like them. They’d drank and dance, Jake not really paying attention to the guys around him. Even though he and his boyfriend were technically open he hadn’t felt like hooking up. He’d sent his boyfriend Chris off to the airport by fucking him against the front door of his Chris’s apartment. Jake considered himself set for sex until Chris came back in a week. By the time it was midnight most of Jake’s friends had gone home and he found himself dancing with a much smaller group. He didn’t remember who suggested they go to another bar, but half an hour later they’d checked their coats and were waiting to buy drinks at the leather bar a few blocks away. It wasn’t really Jake’s scene. The guys were usually a little older here, and apart from fucking like rabbits he and Chris were fairly vanilla. Still Jake was happy to support his friends and then head home to jerk off thinking of Chris. It hadn’t taken long for first one friend and then another to find someone to hook up with. The cute mid-twenties jocks had been scooped up and whisked away. It took a moment for Jake to realize he was alone. He looked around the dance floor for his friends, but they had gone. Each one slipped off to their own night of fun. He shook his head and laughed, good for them. He tipped back his drink, tossed his cup and started to head for the door. That was when he’d run into him, the man he now called Sir. Over six feet, and built like a linebacker he made Jake feel small. He had a shaved head, and short cropped salt and pepper beard along his square jaw. His eyes glinted as he looked down at the younger jock who’d just bounced off of him. Jake found himself unable to speak. Sir was shirtless, with a thick black leather harness across his broad hair covered chests. His nipples are large and protruded from his firm pecs. The hair swirled from his chest across his slightly soft stomach down into his black leather pants. Jake couldn’t help but look at the man’s bulge it seemed impossibly huge. Normally Jake wouldn’t have gone for this man. He liked twinks, or at least that was what he had always told himself. He’d never really thought about a man like this before. Yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of him. Jake felt drawn to the massive stranger in a way he couldn’t explain. “Hey careful now,” Sir said, steadying Jake with a large hand on his shoulder. “You should probably watch where you’re going.” He chided Jake with a quite smile. “I’m…” Jake stammered, “I’m so sorry… I’m just… I’m… sorry.” “Don’t worry about it. It’s packed. I’m sure lots of people are bouncing off each other. Though most of them aren’t as cute as you.” Now he gave Jake a full smile that made him feel weak. “Come on cutie, I’ll buy you a drink.” Jake couldn’t find the words to tell the man he had been about to head home. Instead he just nodded and followed the burly man back through the crowd to the bar. He accepted a vodka soda from the man, and then followed him to a corner just past the dance floor. The man stood very close to him, leaning casually against the wall. “You here alone cutie?” he asked, leaning even closer so Jake could hear him over the music. “No… well… kinda. I was here with friends, but they all…” “Found other entertainment,” Sir finished Jake’s sentence playfully. Jake laughed, “Yeah.” “What about you? No one caught your eye?” “No… It’s… It’s not normally my scene. We were out with a bigger ground, and the last couple of guys wanted to come here. I just tagged along. I was actually heading home when I…” “Oh, well if you were heading out…” Sir said, nodding his head to the door, “I didn’t mean to pressure you into staying.” “No!” Jake said, a little too loud. “It’s um… It’s fine. This is nice. I’m glad.” “Good. You’ve been out dancing all night though and no one snatched you up? Even at a bar… more your speed?” Sir lightly brushed his hand on Jake’s shoulder. Jake felt heat rising in his cheeks. “I wasn’t really looking. I’ve got a… I have a boyfriend. He’s out of town for the month. He’s an actor, he’s got a job in Pheonix. We’re open, but I don’t exercise it much. I was just out to dance, see some friends. You know… just wasn’t really looking.” Jake found himself babbling. “But you two aren’t exclusive?” “No,” Jake said, feeling sheepish under the man’s gaze. “So it’s alright if I do this.” He reached out and cupped Jake’s chin tilting his face upward. Then in a swift movement closed the distance between their faces and kissed Jake lightly on the lips. For a second Jake held back. He hadn’t kissed anyone besides his boyfriend in ages. The man’s lips were warm and firm against his. They pressed forward, and Jake found himself overcome. He parted his lips and sank into the older man’s kiss. Sir felt the boy give way. He pushed his tongue forward, slipping it into Jake’s mouth. He wrapped a strong arm around the younger man’s waist and pulled them together. Jake felt hot. The older man’s scent enveloped him. He found it intoxicating. He was incapable of pulling away. He let Sir’s tongue invade his mouth, conquering him. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Sir’s shoulders and behind his neck. As soon as Sir felt Jake wrap himself around him Sir knew he had the boy. One of his large hands drifted from Jake’s back down to his trim waste. He pulled their hips together, pressing Jake into his impressive bulge. He held there for a minute, not rushing the boy. With his other hand holding Jake tightly between the shoulder blades, he slid his hand off Jake’s waste and round to his ample cheeks. Jake shuddered at his touch. He squeezed the firm flesh through Jake’s jeans. Jake let out a little sigh into their kiss. Slowly Sir pulled back, his lips lingering as he broke their kiss. Jake, his head still tipped up to Sir’s, his wet lips parted, blinked his eyes. Sir smiled down at his new toy. He knew he had Jake hooked. He’d sensed it as soon as their bodies touched. Jake probably didn’t even understand his attraction to Sir, he thought, it was probably the first time he’d ventured out from his pretty jock boy bubble. Still Jake was his for the night to play with. Their lips still almost touching Sir said, his voice low but commanding, “I live a couple of blocks from here. What do you say we go somewhere more private?” Jake could only nod. He felt the big hand that had been pawing at his ass shift to the small of his back and steer him back towards the door. The soft, commanding yet reassuring pressure of that hand never left him even while they collected their coats, and headed out onto the street. It softly propelled him down the block and across the street. They walked, quickly, and in relative quiet. All the while a white hot electricity seemed to crackle between them. It prickled through Jake’s back where Sir’s hand rested. It flowed through him, and made him throb painfully in his briefs. Sir lead him up the steps of a brick town house a few blocks away and unlocked the door. Jake tried not to act shocked as he was led through the entrance and into the first floor. He’d guessed that Sir had money when he’d said that he lived close buy, but to have the entirety of a townhome in this neighborhood meant a different kind of rich. As soon as the door to the vestibule clicked shut behind them Sir’s meaty paw scooped Jake up and pulled him into another bone crushing embrace. His face automatically tipped up to meet Sir’s lips. They tore at each other with an animalistic need. Jake opened his mouth and let Sir’s tongue ravage him. He held tight to the big man as his body was explored by hungry wandering hands. Sir only broke their kiss to drag Jake up the narrow staircase and pull him into a bedroom. They tumbled in a hungry heap on the bed, a mess of limps twisted together. Shirts were pulled off and Jake buried his fingers in the thick mat of hair on Sir’s chest. He felt the solid muscle beneath the pelt. He felt Sir’s hands slide across his back. He felt the hair of Sir’s stomach on his bare torso. He felt the Sir’s wandering fingers play across the waste of his jeans before slipping down. Sir worked his hands between Jake’s pants and his briefs, inching is way closer to the flesh of Jake’s ass. “Fucking beautiful boy,” Sir growled into their kiss. Jake let out an involuntary whimper. “You like being called boy don’t you? Has anyone ever called you boy before?” “No,” Jake said in a breathless whisper, “but I… but I…” “Go on boy. Say it.” “I like it.” “Good boy.” Jake almost moaned. His cock throbbed in his pants. He couldn’t explain it. He didn’t understand how this man, this stranger, was having this effect on him. He was the top in his relationship. He rarely bottomed for Chris. Yet, here in this man’s arms he felt like he wanted to be taken. Even before he understood it in real concrete terms, he knew, he felt, that he wanted to submit to this man. Sir grabbed Jake’s legs and pulled them apart causing Jake to slip. He was now not just on top of Sir but straddling him. His hips naturally grinding back against Sir’s massive bulge. He felt something hard press against him even though both of their pants. “That’s right. Good boy.” Sir pulled at Jake’s nipples making him whimper and moan. “You’re such a good boy. I’m gonna make you feel real good.” He rolled to the side taking Jake with him. Jake suddenly found himself pressed to the bed under Sir’s weight, his legs spread wide around the bigger man’s hips. Sir kissed him again, grinding his short beard into Jake’s smooth face. With one hand Sir held Jake’s wrists up over his head. He tried to pull them back, longing to run his hands through Sir’s chest hair again, but the other man was too strong. He was pinned down. Sir’s other hand traveled down Jake’s trim body, over the patch of hair of his chest that was still expanding to cover his pecs, down his ample treasure trail, to the buttons of his jeans. Deftly, Sir unbuttoned Jake’s pants and shifted them down a little. For a moment Sir broke their kiss, and used both hands to wrench Jake’s pants off. For a moment Jake lay, sprawled on Sir’s bed, exposed in nothing but his straining white briefs, before Sir descended upon him again. Big rough hands held him in place as Sir lapped at his quickly hardening nipples. As Sir moved down his body kissing at Jake’s hot flesh, Sir’s arms extended over Jakes body moving his furry pit closer to Jake’s face. The smell coming from the curling hair swirled over Jake. It seemed to seep into him. It drew him forward. He’d never really been one for musk. He knew some of his friends went to parties all about smelling guys pits, but until this moment it had never done anything for him. It was like everything about this big older man enticed him in ways he didn’t understand. For a moment Jake resisted. Then he lifted his head up and sniffed deeply. His head spun. Breathing in Sir’s scent was like taking a hit of poppers. “You like that don’t you boy? Go on, don’t be shy. Get your nose in there boy.” Sir pressed his chest down and forced Jake’s nose deep into his armpit. Jake had no choice but to breath in hit after his of Sir’s sharp musky scent. His eyes rolled back and closed. He felt his pulse rushing and his mind seemed to go blank. “That’s right boy. Breath it in. Get your tongue out and taste me. Good boy. Good boy.” Sir slipped his other hand down and grabbed Jake’s crotch. He felt the boy’s throbbing cock, and ran his thumb along the shaft. Jake shuddered under his hands. Then Sir felt it, first a timid flick, then a whole hearted lick of Jake’s tongue. “Good boy,” Sir growled. “Get my scent on you. Breath it in. Lick it up. Good boy.” “Fuck,” Jake whimpered, his face still trapped under Sir’s pit. He felt precum leak from his cock wetting the front of his briefs. “That’s different from you boyfriend isn’t it?” “Yes,” Jake panted once Sir finally lifted his arm up. Sir smiled down at Jake. His face was flushed, his lips and chin wet with spit. His mouth hung open just a little, giving him a hungry desperate look. “You like having my scent on you boy? I bet you can still smell me can’t you.” “Yes…” “Yes Sir. Go on. It feels right doesn’t it.” “Yes… Sir.” Jake’s voice trembled. “Good boy. That’s a good boy.” Sir rubbed Jake’s crotch, working another big drop of precum from his cock. “Come on, get on your knees for me boy, I wanna show you what a real man’s cock looks like.” Jake complied. He slid from the bed and landed on his knees looking up at Sir. His face was now level with the massive bulge in Sir’s leather pants and it took everything he had not to reach out and touch it. He was completely enthralled. Sir took a step back, his hands on his belt. Jake’s body burned. His cheeks flushed. He felt his chest shiver. His mouth went dry. Slowly Sir undid his belt, and slipped it from the loops. Then, one button at a time, he undid the fly of his leather pants. Sir pushed his pants to the floor and kicked them off, standing in front of Jake in just a black jock. Jake couldn’t understand what he was looking at. He’d assumed that the size of Sir’s bulge had somehow been exaugurated by his pants, but looking at it straining against the jocks pouch it seemed even thicker. Sir grabbed at the base and shook the cloth covered mass as him. “You’ve never seen a cock like this before have you boy?” “No… No… Sir…” Jake stammers. “Don’t worry boy I’ll teach you how to handle it. You’re not going to take the whole thing tonight. Don’t be scared. I’m going to make you feel good. Come over here and get my cock out. Get your hands on my massive bull cock.” Jake closed the space between them and reached out with shaking hands. He grasped the thickening bulge of Sir’s jock. It was warm and meaty, and bigger than he could grasp. Sir shoved his jock to the ground, exposing his monster to Jake. Jake let out an audible gasp. There, in his hand was the biggest cock he had ever seen. Even in porn he’d never seen anything like this. It was truly bigger than a tall boy of beer. Impossibly thick, with a deep red hue to it, the shaft was studded with veins that spiraled around its girth. The head, half sheathed in heavy foreskin, glittering with precum was wide and blunt. The massive shaft vanished into a mess of dark wild pubes, from which hung a set of large, round, full looking balls, each the size of a heathy peach. “You’ve never had a big gull cock like mine have you boy?” “No Sir.” “No, you’ve never been opened up for a big silicone monster like this. But you want to be. I can see it in your eyes.” Even though Jake knew it was impossible he also knew that Sir was right. He wanted to submit to this man. He wanted this man to take him. He wanted to feel this man fuck him, and that meant being opened up wider than he’d ever imagined possible. “It’s ok boy. I know you’re not ready yet. I brought you home knowing you wouldn’t be able to take me.” He reached out and put a hand on the back of Jake’s head, pulling him forward. “Just kiss it. Get used to having that big daddy bull cock in your face. Im going to teach you how to take it.” Jake allowed himself to be dragged forward towards Sir’s monstrous cock. Almost instinctively he opened his mouth as his lips drew close to the head, and kissed the tip. He tasted the sweet tang of precum. He felt the soft tumescence of throbbing hard cock against his lips. He began to lick around the head. His eyes closed. One hand grasped the base of Sir’s cock, his fingers an inch from making it all the way around. The other hand grabbed at Sir’s hips steadying himself. “Good boy. Good boy. Take it slow. That’s it. You’re not going to take it all at once. Just open yourself up slowly. Taste my precum. Get my taste in you. Good boy. I knew it as soon as I kissed you at the bar. I knew you were the right boy to take home.” Jake opened his mouth as wide as he could taking the head of Sir’s cock into his mouth. It strained his jaw. He struggled to keep his teeth out of the way but Sir’s praise made him desperate. He wanted to prove Sir right. He wanted Sir to be right that he was the right boy to take home. He couldn’t disappoint Sir. Some part of Jake marveled at this, and wondered how the approval of a man he’d met an hour ago had become so important to him. He didn’t really have an answer, it was just true. He longed for Sir’s approval. “Yeah. Good boy. Open your mouth. Take my bull cock. That’s it. Good boy. Fuck yeah! I knew it. I knew you were going to be a good boy.” Jake struggled to take more of Sir’s cock. He was sweating, and his face was turning red. His eyes watered as he looked up at the beast of a man above him. Sir just smiled down on him, keeping a gentle pressure on the back of his head. Thick spit spilled out of Jake’s mouth and dripped from his chin. Sir continued to praise him as he desperately tried to work more than a few inches into his mouth. Eventually, when Jake’s jaw was aching, and he was covered in a heavy sweat, Sir pulled his cock from Jake’s mouth. In one clean move he grabbed Jake under the arms and tossed him face first onto the bed. Jake found himself ass up with the big man behind him. A wild panicked thought ran through his mind: He’s going to try and fuck me! As if reading Jake’s thoughts Sir said, “Don’t worry boy,” his voice a low rumble. “I know you’re not ready for my cock yet. That’s going to take training. Training I think you’re going to take to like a duck to water. No I’m just going to make you feel good. I’m going to show you the kind of pleasure being my boy will bring you.” Big strong hands grabbed the sweat of Jake’s briefs and pulled. The fabric split easily, exposing Jake’s furry cheeks and winking hole, while leaving his cock covered and leaking. Sir let out a low appreciative growl, “Fucking beautiful. Tight little hole.” He flicked a finger across Jake’s pucker causing him to whimper. “When did you last get fucked boy?” “It’s been a long time Sir,” Jake said truthfully into the pillow. He tossed his mind back, longer than he and Chris had been together. Chris had always been a bottom and he’d slipped happily into the role of top. Not that he’d been a prolific bottom before Chris. It had always been a mood that only struck him occasionally. “Is my boy a top?” Sir asked, a laugh coloring his voice. “With my boyfriend yes. I’ve gotten fucked before but not for a long…” Jake was cut off by the feeling of a warm wet tongue lapping at his hole. He moaned and pressed back against Sir’s mouth. Sir flicked his tongue around, working over the tender flesh around Jake’s hole. This was even better than he’d imagined. With how quickly Jake had sunk into him he’d assumed that Jake was used to at least bottoming if not having already experimented with submission. Now it seemed neither of those things were true. He was truly awakening something in the boy. He wondered just how far he was going to be able to push him. Sir pressed his tongue harder and harder into Jake’s pucker. Jake whimpered. He gripped the sheets, and pushed his ass back against the onslaught. Waves of pleasure crashed through him the likes of which he’d never known. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. He’d had his ass eaten before but never like this. Sir was managing to touch places he hadn’t known existed. He felt like he was on fire. The thought came creeping into his mind again, even though he knew it was physically impossible he wanted to feel Sir inside him. He wanted Sir to fuck him. He bucked his hips back harder. “Oh fuck! Oh my God! Oh fuck Sir!” Jake moaned. “That’s right boy!” Sir said, pulling off of Jake’s hole for a moment. “Feels good doesn’t it?” “Oh fuck yes! It feels so good Sir!” Sir rubbed a big finger against Jake’s wet hole. Jake quivered beneath him. There was a moment of tension. Sir dropped a big glob of spit onto Jake’s hole, lubing his finger. Then the tension vanished. Jake opened up before him and his finger slid into Jake’s warm guts. “FUCK!” Jake shouted. “Good boy,” Sir said, rubbing Jake’s back with his free hand. “Open up for me. Let me show you how good it feels to open your hole up for me. Just relax.” He slowly worked his finger in and out of the quivering young man, till it moved without resistance. Jake’s eyes drifted closed as he lost himself in the sensations. He let out another low moan as Sir coaxed a second finger into his tight ring. Slowly Sir worked him again, adding more spit when Jake felt dry. Slowly Jake loosened up. His hole bloomed and it became easier for Sir to slide a third finger into Jake. “Oh my God! Fuck! That’s so good. Fuck yeah!” Jake groaned, his words becoming a constant incoherent jumble. “Good boy. That’s it. You’re doing great boy. Little by little we’ll get this pretty hole ready for me. You’re imagining yourself stretched around my cock right now aren’t you? You’re imagining what it would be like. I bet you think it’s impossible. You cant imagine being able to take this.” He rubbed his cock against Jake’s hole just under his invading fingers. Jake whimpered. “Yeah. You can’t imagine being able to take me, but you want to. You want it. You wish you could.” Sir lent over Jake, pressing his body against the shaking younger man. He got his mouth as close to Jake’s ear as he could without taking his three fingers from Jake’s hole. “I promise you. You will be able to take me. Not tonight. No boy, you’re not getting this cock tonight. But soon. I’m going to teach you.” Sir wiggled his fingers inside Jake. A heat started to build with in him. He couldn’t understand it. A pressure in his crotch. It was almost like he had to pee. It pressed into him. It seemed to swell as Sir’s fingers moved. He felt another being pressed into him. Sir’s hand now shaped like a spear pressing four fingers forward. Four fingers, Jake’s mind spiraled. He’d never been this open before. The pressure built inside him. “I’m going to teach you how to open yourself up and take me. And your reward, your reward will be when you finally feel me cum balls deep inside your stretched out hole.” Jake felt like he was going to burst. His balls felt tight. He didn’t understand what was happening. “That’s what you want isn’t it boy? Say it. Say it!” “Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Sir. I want… I want… Fuck I want you to teach me! Fuck I want to be stretched out! Holy shit. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It feels so good. Sir! I want you to cum in me!” With that Jake’s balls pulled up to his body and cum burst from his throbbing cock. It shot out onto the bed below him his hot ribbon. He panted, his body bucked. He pushed himself back against Sir’s invading digits not understanding how he’d been brought to climax. “Oh my God! Holy shit! Fuck!” he panted as he fell forward into the pool of his own cum. Sir let his fingers slip from Jake’s quivering hole and got up onto the bed behind his new project. He wrapped a big arm around Jake’s shaking body and pulled him close. “That felt good didn’t it boy,” he cooed into Jake’s ear. He wanted Jake to stay in the horny bliss he felt and not succumb to any post nut remorse. He wanted Jake to remember how good it had felt to be stretched around his fingers. “It felt good being opened up didn’t it? It felt good listening to me. You liked hearing about what Im going to do to you when you’re ready. You want they don’t you boy? You like hearing me call you boy.” “Yes,” Jake said, his voice beardly a whisper. Sir rubbed his cock between Jake’s cheeks. “Yes what boy?” “Yes I want you… I want… I want you to teach me how to take your cock. I want…” Jake took a deep breath. His mind still felt hazy from his first anal orgasm. “I want you to… I want you to fuck me Sir. I want to be your boy. I want you to fuck me till you cum deep inside me.” Jake was shocked at his own words but he also knew they were true. “You know its not going to be easy boy?” Sir shifted, his cock now slowly fucking between Jake’s legs. Jake felt the slick of head of Sir’s cock press against his balls. He imagined what it would be like pressing into his guts. He whimpered thinking about how good four fingers had felt, and how much better Sir’s cock would feel. “I know,” he said in a soft voice, “but I want it Sir.” “Its going to take time boy, and dedication. Are you read to do as I say boy?” “Yes Sir.” “Without questioning me boy?” “Yes Sir.” “I promise, I won’t lead you astray. Everything I ask you to do will be in preparation of you finally being able to take my cock. Everything I tell you you must do will be part of you preparing to truly be my boy. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” Jake’s heart was pounding. “The next time I have you like this boy my cock won’t be fucking your taint. I’ll be balls deep inside you. You’ll be stretched wide around my bull cock. You’ll be my willing cumdump.” “Fuck yes Sir!” “Good boy. Fucking good boy. You’re going to be such a good slut for me. Fuck! Such a good fucking slut.” Sir bucked harder between Jake’s legs before letting out a low roar. He held Jake to him as his cock swelled and then unleashed a flood of cum. It shot against the underside of Jake’s balls, and coated his soft cock. It covered his legs and mixed with Jake’s load on the sheets. “Good boy,” Sir said again. “Good boy.”

I got into work just after 7am. Professor Post was waiting for me. "Sorry for being late Professor", I said apologetically "It's ok just don't let it happen again. I am relying on you Dan" the Professor said. He was behind a filing cabinet and when he walked out he was in biking clothes. I looked him over. "I didn't have time to change, is this ok", he said looking at me and smiling "Yes it's fine", I said in a soft manner He was in a tight biking shirt and was wearing biking spandex shorts. It hugged his body and you could see the outline of his cock. It was big like 8" and turgid. He saw me scan his body. "I'm glad you like my outfit. You bicycle?" he asked "No" I replied trying to stare. I could also see he had two nipple rings pushing out thru his shirt. "Good sit down here next to my desk" he said putting his arm around my shoulder. I could smell his musty scent. He smelled good. Not like Rick but it was musty and manly. I sat down facing him and he sat in his desk leaned back in his chair with his legs wide open. I tried to keep eye contact but glanced on occasion on his now hardening cock and I could see his balls pushing out. "You a first year student" he asked "Yes I took a break after high school then finally decided to go to college", I said "That's good. A college education can open up your mind to different things and you can lean new ideas" the Professor said "I like to teach my student to expand their minds and unlearn some things" he said looking me over. He had piercing beautiful eyes and I could feel them go over me. I could feel my cock start to get hard. As I was rushing again this morning I was wearing athletic shorts today. They weren't short like the last time but they weren't long either. Maybe 4" shorts. It still showed off my legs and my ass as they were a little tight. "You can always come to me if you need help with anything, ok?" he said and reached out and patted my leg. As he did so I could see his hard cock pushing out of his tight spandex shorts. I hoped he didn't notice but we were so close he smiled. I nodded and used my notebook to hide my hardening cock. I brought up the things we needed to talk about and we worked through them. He rolled back closer to his desk. At the end of our meeting. He scooted over in his chair again and put his hand on my thigh. "Thank you for helping me with this project. I like working with you." he said as he lightly squeezed my thigh. "I enjoy it to Professor. I better get going", I said I stood up using my bag to hide my turgid cock. "You exercise a lot?" he asked as I was walking out "Not really, why?" I asked "You look so fit and have really nice legs", he said smiling "Thank you Professor" I said back feeling warm and not sure why. As I was talking he pulled up his tight spandex shorts and it showed his large cock and balls more clearly. He saw me look and smiled. I walked out blushing. I walked out dropped my stuff at my desk in the office and went to get coffee and something to eat before class. As I walked, I thought about what just happened. How I got aroused just being with the Professor. Being complimented by him and having him check me out made me feel sexy. It was a strange feeling. I was getting hard just from thinking about it. I had to calm down.

Sat night (or technically Sunday morning). Went out with friends, we kept dancing at after-hours bars. After everyone went home I walked to a local cruising park. Quickly walked past two guys sucking each other off and ended up stroking and making out with a middle-easten guy while a cocksucker serviced us both but I didn't bust. I wandered around a bit and caught a tall white bottom just finishing up being loaded. He presented his gaping drippy hole to me so I had to shove my cock inside and give him some more nutt. A black dude joined us and pinched my nipples while I fucked this community park hole and put some poppers up to my nose, so I had a nice after-hours bust before zipping up and walking home.

Had a wonderful morning fuck with a couple I play with often, both are built like a brick wall, huge muscles, lots of stamina and big thick dicks! 10" and 12", thick as an arm and the 12 has a huge mushroom head the just pops my second hole so good! we start with some basic making out in the living room, them feeling my pre-loaded hole (thanks to my beloved partner hehe) and and I straddled the one with the 10" making out and teasing his dick with my hole till he started pushing in. I sat on it till he was balls deep in me as his partner fed me poppers till soon after I was riding him hard and fast, I was doing a good job gripping his dick with my fuck hole he soon pushed in deep and flooded my hole with huge load. when he calmed down I got up off his dick and laid between his legs, taking him in my mouth tasting the cum and my ass juices as his partner came from behind and pushed in his mushroom head in, it was a bit of a struggle being early in the morning and not doing my stretches but the intoxicating smell of cum, sweat and poppers that his partner fed me and I felt that POP my eyes were rolling in my head with bliss and he had no mercy on me, shoving slowly but surely all the way in till he was pushing past my second hole, oh boy I was moaning like crazy as he kept pounding it till he was in. I came instantly handsfree, my entire body shook as I was having such an intense orgasm! but he was just beginning. after he was balls deep in me, I felt his huge balls resting on me as he gave me a few seconds to adjust my insides to his dick before starting to pound me hard. he loves pulling all the way out to the point his mushroom head stretched my hole and pushing all the way in, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat! I was in pig heaven, he always gives me continuous anal orgasms and my locked cock is just leaking like a faucet! He kept this pace for a while till finally he roared and exploded in my hole as I felt every shot in my tender hole 🐷 He kept his dick deep in me till he started to deflate a bit and as he pulled out I quickly turned around and was able To take him in my mouth (I can't fit it once he's fully hard lol) I just love the taste of warm dick right after they finish breeding my pussy!!🐷 his partner on the other hand was already rock hard again and slid in effortlessly and it felt so good taking him again in my cum filled hole. he the sat back on the couch and he pulled me with him, not taking his dick out for a second and he was bouncing my body like I was a fleshlight, I was in cumdump heaven. that's when I realized the other guy getting hard again too and standing right above me before lowering himself and placing his mushroom head on my hole as I was still being pounded by his partner. I just nodded as they fed me poppers heavily and braced myself to take em both in my soon to be stretched pussy as his partner started to push in. boy was that a struggle! Then came that pop and he was in. i felt like i was gonna faint there but the feeling was just so good being stretched like that, almost like a double fist! They pushed in, slowly but surely till I was filled, both deep in my hole and at this point I was just mumbling and begging them to never stop using me. they ramped up their pace and started really pounding me for nearly 30 min straight till they dumped another big load deep in me and pulling out I was sad to feel so empty and I my hole was gaping leaking with cum, I tried to collect as much as I could and eat it while I was cleaning their dicks from all their cum, my ass juices and saw some streaks of blood as they tore me up. i was a complete mess, soaking from all the cum that I was leaking combined with theirs as I was getting dressed slowly as they laughed at me and kicked me out jokingly cause they had to leave soon lol went back home and just crashed on the bed like that, still soaking with cum and sweat 💦🐷

Part 12: The Doctor's Gift as a Cure As you reach for your jeans, a shadow falls over the stall door. You look up. He's standing there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. The doctor. From your position on the floor, looking up at him, the bulge in his scrubs looks even more impressive, a formidable weight of flesh. His eyes are dark, fixed on you, and then they drift down to the mess on your chest and the trickle of cum leaking from your ass. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. "Well, well," he chuckles, his voice a low, calm rumble. "I was wrong. You do know what you're asking for. And it looks like you've earned my gift after all." He pushes the door open and steps inside, closing and locking it behind him. He unbuckles his pants, his eyes never leaving yours. He pulls out his cock, already hard and angry-looking. The thick, heavy metal ring is still encircling the base, making it swell to an angry-red, almost purple color, every vein standing out like a roadmap on the engorged flesh. Thick, clear beads of precum drip from the tip, falling directly onto your face, one hitting your eye, burning and clouding your vision. He wipes some off with his thumb, smearing it across your lips like lip balm. "Taste that," he commands. "That's the real thing. Not that boy's little thrill. That's just the key." He reaches down, not to grab your arm, but to press two fingers against your pulse point, feeling your heart hammer against his touch. Then he grabs your arm and yanks you to your feet. He spins you around and slams you chest-first against the grimy tile wall, just like in his office. You feel his body press against your back, his cock hot and insistent between your ass cheeks. "That kid is just an amateur," he growls in your ear, his voice a venomous whisper. "Some college student chasing a thrill, fucking every bare hole he can find, exploring parties... a willing but innocent amateur. I saw his lab results: nothing a few pills can't fix. Importantly, HIV negative. So, a nice mindfuck, but no real risk there. But me... I have the real thing. He was the opening act. I'm the main event." He lines up his cock and slams into you, his entry made slick and easy by the student's load. You cry out, a mix of pain and profound ecstasy. He doesn't pause. He doesn't tease. He immediately starts fucking you with a furious, punishing rhythm, his hips a piston driving into you. "Feel that?" he grunts, his breath hot on your neck. "That's my toxic cock rearranging your insides. I'm chasing that boy's cum deeper into you, painting over it. Marking what's mine." "You wanted to be converted? I'm going to fucking convert you." His words are a torrent of filth and scientific fact, each one making you harder. "Every thrust is pushing my viral load closer to your bloodstream. That kid's reckless abandon is the welcome wagon for my army. The raw friction from his hard fucking together with whatever else he might have shared with you creates a perfect, fertile pathway. Essentially giving my bugs a ride to the front of the line. You're not just getting fucked, you're getting seized. Permanently." His pace becomes relentless, brutal. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoes in the small room. "You're going to walk out of here with my poison inside you. You're going to feel me for days. And when you get the flu, when your body finally surrenders, you'll know who did it to you. You'll know who claimed you – the person you seeked for help, who gave you the get-out-of-jail card that you decided to flush down the toilet. You deserve it!." With a final roar, he buries himself to the hilt. He reaches around and presses his hand flat against your lower stomach. His palm is warm, solid. The gesture shockingly gentle. He's holding you, anchoring you both in this intense moment. The touch focuses every sensation on that single point of contact where the hard, deep bulge of his cockhead presses against your inner wall. As his cock begins to pulse and spasm, you feel it from the inside, and his hand presses firmly, as if trying to feel the throb of his own climax from the outside. It's an unspoken, shared experience, a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection as he floods you with his essence. He stays there, panting, his weight pinning you to the wall, his warm hand still pressed against your stomach, a grounding point in the aftermath. After a long moment, he slowly pulls out. As the flare of his bulbous cockhead pulls out your ass lips, a trickle of the toxic juice begins to escape. Before it can run down your thigh, he presses two fingers against your hole, pushing the escaping seed back inside you. "Don't waste it," he growls. "Every drop counts." He then brings those two glistening fingers to his own lips, tasting the mixture of your ass and his cum, a final, possessive act. He gives you a rough shove, stepping back. You slump against the wall, utterly spent, cum leaking from your ass and your own load drying on your chest. He calmly tucks his cock back into his scrubs, buckles his belt, and pulls a prescription pad from his pocket. He scribbles on it, tears off the sheet, and holds it out. "Same as the college kid will get," he says, his voice once again cold and professional. "Standard dose." He pauses, then adds with a cruel smile, "For the other... there's no cure." You take the paper, your hand trembling. He turns to the door. "See me in four weeks," he says, without looking back. "Maybe the result will be more to your expectations then." He unlocks the door and walks out, leaving you alone, shaking, loaded with two men's cum, and holding a prescription for the temporary distraction, while forever carrying the one you can't cure.

Sorry, for the delay... had to rewrite a lot, didn't feel the first draft. Hope you enjoy. Part 13 Mark is swallowing hard as another load of mine hits his throat. It is unbelievable, but since I got the flu, I am horny all the time. Even as Mark told me about his fuck with my brother Luke, I barely could keep my cock from leaking, my precum leaving a wet spot on my briefs. It has been four weeks since I got it and now, after all is back to normal, I am just ready to fuck all the time. ‘Thank you love’ I say with heavy breathing. ‘Oh, no need, but we need to get all that horniness somehow out of your system. I cannot fuck, jerk or suck you off every 2 to 3 hours. Even I have my limits.’ ‘I know. It really has become extreme. But what do you think I could do about it?’ ‘Maybe you could hit the gym a little more’ Mark says teasingly. ‘Are you calling me…’ Mark stops my rambling with a kiss, the taste of my cum on his lips and tongue. ‘No, but you have been lazy in the last weeks, well you were sick, but it’s time you get your groove back. I don’t want you to lose this nice big ass of yours’ He grabs my left cheek forcefully and envelopes me in another kiss. We keep making out for a few minutes, until the sound of the doorbell stops us. ‘Oh fuck, I guess that’s Luke and Tony. They are a little early’ I say quickly. ‘Well, you better open that. I still need to get dressed; you are at least somewhat presentable.’ Mark walks to the bedroom, his hairy naked ass bouncing beautifully. I pull my jeans back up and put my semi-hard cock safely away. I open the door and are greeted by a shy Tony; Luke is nowhere to be seen. ‘Hey Thomas, I know I’m a little early. But Luke said it would be okay’ he says quietly. ‘Of course, come in.’ I hug him but somewhat tells me he needs this more than just as a greeting. His arms wrap around my back tightly; his head lies on my chest and I pat his shoulder. ‘Tony, what is wrong? Is everything ok with Luke?’ I try to say as calmly as possible Tony steps back, his eyes red. ‘Oh yeah, sorry. No… no, this has nothing to do with Luke. Fuck, don’t worry about it, it’s just my stuff, nothing important’ ‘It looks important to me Tony, tell me’ ‘Well… I applied for a job and didn’t get it. It wasn’t even a good job, but they didn’t even invite me for an interview… and... I don’t know it just hurts.’ ‘Let me guess, your first rejection?’ I ask a little amused as Luke has told me, that Tony has been the best of his class with an impressive collection of internships, even internationally under his belt. He probably never got rejected in his life. ‘Well, yes.’ He says with a little smile ‘I guess I’m overreacting… being stupid’ ‘Stop, nothing about your reaction is stupid, and yes, rejections hurt, no matter in what circumstances or if you really wanted it or not. It is…’ But I couldn’t finish my sentence as Tony’s phone started to ring, he had an unbelievable awful ringtone. I gestured him to answer it in the living room, which he did reluctantly. Apparently, this wasn’t a normal caller. I gave him some space and walked to the bedroom looking for Mark, who was holding his rubber shirt with a big biohazard symbol on it in his hands. ‘Well, that’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?’ ‘Hey, come on… today we will figure out if you are finally poz, and I want to be dressed appropriately’ ‘Fine, just hurry. Tony is here and he isn’t in the best mood.’ But apparently that changed as we both heard happy screams in the living room. As we both enter, we see Tony fist pumping the air and jumping up and down. ‘Well…’ I break his celebration ‘I guess you got some good news?’ ‘Oh sorry… Yes, it was the best news… I got a job interview at an art gallery I already interned years back. I loved it there and they want me back, full-time… I am so happy’ He came to me and hugged me tightly, Mark throwing me a devilish look, which I dismissed with a warning stair. But Mark never listens to my warnings. ‘Hey, Tony why don’t we celebrate in style.’ Mark says teasingly. ‘You mean like this’ Tony answers and steps closer to Mark to kiss him deeply. My confusion is apparently written all over my face, because when both end their kiss, they look at me and start to laugh. ‘Oh love’ Mark starts ‘Tony is from here, Luke met him here, he is poz….’ ‘He is part of your group’ I say perplexedly. ‘Exactly, for almost two years now. Even though, he doesn’t know how he got poz, he embraced it full heartedly. And yes, we have fucked multiple times, but surprisingly not since I met you and he Luke.’ ‘Well, I guess we should change that’ Tony says with a voice I don’t recognise. He kisses Mark again and I still watch them like a moron, but then Tony breaks the kiss. In a very seductive motion, he turns around and his eyes find mine, while all of his body is pressed against Mark, whose hands slide all over Tony. But it is Mark’s kiss on Tony’s neck that gets me out of my confusion, and I finally take a step forward. Tony is now pressed between mine and Mark’s body. I look into Tony’s eyes and can see the lust, the hunger in them, which arouses me immensely. My rock-hard cock is pressing against my jeans, Mark’s hand already caressing it through the fabric. He moves his hands to my waistband and pulls us three even tighter together. At that point I can’t resist Tony’s mouth any more and kiss him hungrily. It is sloppy and wet but wow this little twink can kiss. I only break the kiss to welcome Mark’s tongue in my mouth, while I feel Tony slowly kissing his way down my shirt, which he is unbuttoning quickly. Only a minute later all our clothes are on the floor, we are still standing in the middle of the living room, thrusting our naked bodies against each other. Tony is now facing Mark, while my cock is riding along his ass crack. They are wrapped in a deep, sloppy kiss. Mark’s hairy chest against the smooth skin of Tony is just a strong beautiful contrast, that arouses me increasingly the more I look at them. I take a step back and sit myself on the couch, watching them both. I stroke my already leaking cock, the precum wetting my hand. When I motion to lick my hand clean, I feel another hand on my wrist. It is Tony, who is taking my hand and pushing it towards his ass crack, his ass hole. I understand immediately and with deliberate touches to my cock, I collect my precum to lube up his hole. Mark keeps kissing him throughout while I work his hole open. After what felt like seconds, but must have been a few minutes, Tony breaks the kiss with Mark and sits himself on my lap. He gives me a deep kiss, pulling my hair so my head tilts back forcing his tongue down my throat. While we kiss, Tony grabs my cock and positions it at his hole. He breaks the kiss and looks me in the eyes, before he let himself slide down my cock. Tony rides me violently, he might be looking like a nerdy twink, but he is a relentless fucker. As he rides me, Mark has decided to position himself on top of me, giving me his beautiful cock to suck, which is still the best tasting cock I know. After a while, I can feel Tony getting closer to the edge and Mark notices it too. But Mark has other plans, so he signals Tony to slow down his riding, which he does and then gives me a nod. I understand instinctively. Without a word I take Tony’s face in my hands and pull him towards me, trapping him in a deep kiss. My arms wander around his back to keep him bend close to me, and then I feel the shutter through his body as Mark enters him too. This was my first time DPing someone as a top, usually I take the cocks, do not give them. But feeling the muscles of Tony tense and relax brings me over the edge. I am so turned on by the sensation that I cannot announce my climax, but just flood Tony’s hole silently. Mark notices immediately as his thrusting is now slicker than before. However, we both hadn’t noticed that Tony already came, because after my cock slips out of his hole and Mark keeps fucking him while Tony still sits on top of me, I realise that my chest hair and stomach are covered in cum. As I look at my body and then back at Tony, I see a smile on his face. He is so beautiful and happy, I hope he will be my brother’s boy for a long time. Mark finally reaches his orgasm and collapses on top of us. Feeling the weight of Tony and Mark on top of me is sensational, I am drained of everything I’ve got, but my cock is already itching again. We entangle ourselves and relax on the couch, no one in a hurry to get cleaned up. Suddenly, we hear the door open as Luke, who still has keys from his last time here, enters the apartment. ‘Hey guys, I’m…’ But he cannot finish his sentence. He looks at us and a knowing smile shows on his face. ‘So, I guess you couldn’t handle that I beat you in our race, Tony’ Mark and I look at each other quizzically. ‘What race?’ Mark asked. ‘Oh, sorry’ Luke says with some embarrassment now ‘Tony bet, that he would sleep with Thomas before I could sleep with Mark, but I won and he is a sore loser’ ‘Well, I’m not sure you can call this losing’ I said teasingly. ‘Well, then he is second at least. Now, lets finish out brotherly race, I probably have lost, but here are the tests. Let’s go’ Luke took a seat on the couch and pulled out two hiv tests, which of course are only a way to decide our little race privately, but if positive a trip to our doctors is needed to have real confirmation. It is a surreal situation, three naked men, my little brother fully clothed and not bothered at all. We take the test separately, but Mark and Tony decided they would look at the results, to apparently increase the suspense. Mark of course has now put on his rubber shirt, the biohazard symbol flashing against the sun light, but that’s all he’s wearing his cock swinging peacefully between his legs. I stare at him and cannot believe this man has chosen me. ‘So, guys’ Mark interrupts my thoughts ‘We have the results, for one of you’ ‘What?’ I ask confused. ‘I already took a test yesterday…’ Luke intercepts ‘…and it’s neg. This is for you, hopefully this is your poz birthday. I don’t want to take that away from you’ I pull my brother towards me and give him a tight hug, realising a little late, that I am still naked. ‘Ah, next time please have at least your cock put away’ Luke scolds me ‘We have become quite open, but I don’t need to touch that’ he adds teasingly. We all laugh, but then Mark calms us down to give the results. ‘Thomas, my love, happy poz birthday, you are officially poz now.’ He shows me the test, which clearly confirms it. With a big smile on my face, I go to Mark and hug him tightly. Our cocks touching, while I start to kiss him deeply. Tony and Luke congratulate me, after I finally break free from Mark. As we sit on the couch, still naked except Luke, Mark’s face changes slightly. ‘Mark, everything alright?’ I ask a little to concerned. ‘Yeah, don’t worry… overthinking definitely runs in your family’ he says to Luke ‘I just realised something.’ ‘And what’s that?’ ‘Those two better leave now, because no matter what I said an hour ago…. I want to fuck you relentlessly today.’ Luke and Tony didn’t needed to hear another word, they were ready to get out of here quickly. But apparently not quick enough as Mark pulls me on his lap and pushes his cock inside, before Tony was fully dressed and Luke could close the door behind them.

Of course! I always go ATM when ive been fucked, showing my appreciation of the top. If im in a group, i love to stick my tongue in all around a cock fucking a hole, adding spit, licking the juices oozing out making sure its not wasted and giving some extra sensations to the other two. Love it! It shlws the top how good of a pig i am too. some tops think they're done after cumming, but when i quickly continue once they're out, not loosoing a second of horny time, sometimes my atm is what makes them horny to continue a second round.

Picture two asses getting fucked side by side and you’re down there licking that wet dick as it pulls out.

I've been fucked in parking garages, inside bar bathrooms, behind the bar bent over old AC units, but I think the strangest is a public street during Folsom and Dore being filmed by random people. I probably need to try for some stranger places this years and update.

Last time was last night at Pleasures on Broadway in Denver. In the arcade area! Took 4 loads from unknown cocks! Loved every minute!

The following is based on true events, however some changes have been made to heighten the story. I cannot disclose what is truth and what is fiction. It was a Sunday morning and I was on BBRT chatting to various guys, when a guy I know in Newcastle asked what I was up to. We switched to MSN to save messages, and he told me how he had arranged one of his group parties for that evening. I had often heard the exploits of his parties in which all tops are generally poz, and all the bottoms are generally neg except where he has to make up numbers. This Sunday he'd arranged for a group of neg bottoms to come for an all bareback group session, but two of the bottoms had dropped out meaning there would be nine tops and two bottoms. Given the disparity in numbers, he thought I might want to attend to help make up the numbers, especially given I'm neg, the tops would be pleased. I couldn't really afford to travel so he offered to pay, and I agreed as long as he could get me to the train station for the first train back so that I could get to work. I asked about the other bottoms, and they were both safe sex bottoms, and there was a potential third (who ended up coming). The organiser had met these guys and had condom-only sex with them a number of times, and floated the idea of group sex, to which they agreed. His usual approach was to ask them about group sex, and if they liked the idea would tell them about the bareback group sessions he hosts, but he made it clear he would only extend an invitation to the guys if it was certain they were neg 'cause the tops were very particular about the bottoms, which included the provision the bottoms were not allowed to inquire as to the status of the tops, which meant that he never had to lie. When the evening arrived, I was one of four bottoms. I was also the only bottom who knew the status of the tops. While people were arriving we sat round drinking plenty of vodka and various shooters. After a while the tops started to make their moves and began to strip the bottoms. There were nine tops all aged between 30 and 50, and four bottoms, (three of whom were in the range of 18 to 20, and at 26, I was the oldest bottom). As the night progressed and all the bottoms had taken four or so cocks, the first bottom gave up and left the session, having decided his ass was too sore to continue. I looked disapprovingly as he left as he hadn't fulfilled his responsibility to serve the needs of the tops over his personal preferences.* The rest of us continued playing, and I'm fairly sure up to this point there had been no discussion about status, but when one of the tops noticed blood mixed into the cum leaking from one of the bottom's hole, he slid into the bottom announcing "We have a bleeder, boys!" He pounded the bottom's hole quite roughly, and just before he climaxed, he specifically asked the bottom "You want my load?" "God, yes," the bottom gasped. With that permission, the top spurted deep in the bottom's arse, exclaiming as he did, "Yeah! Take my load boy, take my toxic load. I'm gonna work this deep into your guts so you never forget it!" The bottom pushed him off and got very upset, and saying "I'm neg and want to stay that way. You guys lied to me!" At that point our host intervened, answering "No one lied to you, and not only didn't you ask about the HIV status of the tops, perhaps you should have considered the risks of bareback sex before you accepted the invitation to this session." The other bottom looked shocked, but then when asked if he wanted to continue, he asked who was poz, and when he realized he had taken four poz loads, he remarked "Well, a few more aren't going to make that much difference." In the time at his disposal he managed to take another two loads before he had to make his departure, which left me as the only available bottom. By this point I was the only bottom left, and all the tops were still up to relieving themselves of at least one more load. As a subservient bottom I felt obliged to continue and managed to accommodate each man one more time, one-by-one. When they had all gone my friend asked if I was could manage to give him one more go around. Notwithstanding I was exhausted and my arse had seen better days, I decided the least I could do for the host was to offer up my hole for him one more time. Across the night, I took fifteen or sixteen anal loads, and several more oral loads. By the time I left my arse was quite sore, and blood and cum were leaking from my hole and oozing my leg. By the way, it's been a week. My arse is still a bit sore, but I am certainly glad I accepted the invitation to attend the session.

A few months ago at a sauna, I was being fucked in a public area by a dom top, while another guy was being fucked next to me. Two fags getting raw fucked together. We started kissing, then I began to work my mouth down his neck, over his shoulder and down his back, twisting myself to lick the other fag's ass as he was being fucked. Guess I wanted to be the faggiest fag out of the two of us 🤣 Anyway, I begin licking the shaft of the cock that was fucking him, when the top briefly pulled out, slammed his cock into my throat, then back in the other fag's hole, back into my mouth, and so on. It was amazing. I could taste the cum already in the other fag's ass, the top's cock, and the fag's ass too. All while my top continued to fuck my faggot ass before cumming in me. Once the other fag's top had shot inside him, again his cock went into my throat and I got a brief spurt. Incredible experience and the first time I did this. I'll be looking to do it again for sure. [Edit: yeah I have overused the words fag and faggot here to refer to myself and the other guy. But once someone uses that kind of talk with me, I always respond eagerly!]

I've been fucked in a lot of different places, sometimes in full view of the open public like on the New Orleans streets during Mardi Gras. The one that sticks in my head for some reason was getting fucked under the bleachers during a high school football game by a few friends. A thousand people overhead while a hard cock was spilling it's seed in my ass just feet away. Three of those friends also insisted on fucking me in the middle of the field after the game was over, the lights turned out and everyone was gone lol

[think before following links] https://www.siegessaeule.de/termine/sex/ [think before following links] https://www.boese-buben-berlin.de/files/PDF/BoeseBuben-Events_WEB.pdf [think before following links] https://www.lab-oratory.de/ [think before following links] https://ajpnia.berlin/WELCOME/OUR-PARTIES/ The links above will give you an idea of what's going on during your stay. Depending on how slutty you wanna get, you may also try BULL bar which is open 24/7. I never left Bull with less than 5 loads after being fucked by many more. Lab @ Berghain has a special on Thursday, 2 April - Naked Snax. Last time I was there on Snax they have opened additional space and you can easily count 1,500 men inside. Bose Bubben is somewhat out of the main gay area, but I always had a great time - check out the calendar Ajpnia on Wednesday starts at 7pm and goes to probably midnight. Is a poz joint, relatively small, but what it lacks in numbers it makes up in quality. Mixed crowd but good hard dicks and sloppy holes. Not sure if Scheune will be open, but you also can try Triebwerk, which is more of a neighbourhood sex club. A good number of Turks going there. The first link above, Siegessaeule, is the queer magazine with listing of all major events, parties, etc.

id love to do that with some full blown toxic AIDS pigs that is so fucking hot

This is a very short story that I came across on a different site. The author is KinkMeKnots and the picture is submitted by Him He hadn't meant to cum like that. He hadn't meant to shoot rope after rope of his pent up wad all over the small body trembling before him. He had EVERY INTENTION of holding back, and holding off from shooting out his jizm despite the generous slam he had been given and being stroked by his Master while having to listen to all the dirty talk that aroused despite himself. He never wanted to betray his sweet scared little 18 yo nephew in that way.. never. But every man has his limits, and after two weeks of being denied (his Master would keep him chemed up and on the edge the entire time he was being fucked), an hour of receiving simulation directly from his Master before his nephew came back from practice early, and the following two hours of watching and listening as his Master enjoyed using the 'special surprise' that had been 'offered' to him for his perverted enjoyment the slave uncle was already near his limit. Having watched his nephew be stripped of his football kit and forced to shotgun cloud after cloud until he was just a rag doll begging to be used. He tried to steel himself against the pleasurable sensation of his Master's hand, and resist the powerful temptation caused by the sight of his nephew's naturally sexy body that had already been used excessively (despite the lad's nearly total lack of experience). But the words comming out of his Master's mouth.. the wonderfully perverse way he spoke about what he had done and still intended to do made resisting the urge a torment all its own. "I'm going to stroke you nonstop for fifteen minutes slave. If you cum on your sweet little 'present' before then, then I'll take that to mean that I'm free to cum IN him.. and you know what that means don't you slave?" Indeed he did, it was not long ago that his Master started cumming in his own ass uninhibited despite having been off his meds for months. He had no care about getting it from the man he worshiped, but wanted at all costs to spare his innocent nephew from being forcibly 'Charged Up'. No matter how much the thought of it made his cock leak his own charged pre. He was so close too, only three minutes to go. But his Master knew his slave too well, and was able to say exactly what to he needed to say to push his slave over the edge. As the last volleys of his tainted incestuous seed rained down on the battered form of his quivering nephew, dooming the youth to his fate, his Master's words rang on in his ears. "Next time we throw a house party, I'm going to invite ALL of our closest friends and introduce them to the boy making sure they know he's your nephew. Their gonna watch as you openly fondle his junkie body while he squirms, make him drink booze and g out of your mouth, and force him to use favors. When our straight laced friends leave because things are getting too weird, you're going to kick things up by REALLY getting handsy with him. When its just the true [banned word] left you're gonna put on a little show for them by bending his sweet ass over the end of the couch, pulling his pants down to show off his cute little ass, and then.. my deliciously perverted slave." Master said with an evil chuckle. "You're going to loudly give your nephew what you've secretly been wanting to give him for a while now by hate fucking him in front of everyone. Those fucking pigs are gonna love seeing you blast his tight little ass full of your seed, egging you on the whole time you 'knock up' your own nephew." Comming down from his orgasm the slave felt deeply ashamed as he watched his Master drag his nephew away in order to aggressively breed him for different times. Ensuring that long before the a room full of horny perverts watched a true incestuous pairing occur, the boy was already marked and claimed by another.

Hey guys...this is the first part of a short series I have written --------- Boybutt4older Desperately Seeking Grampa Part 1: “We won’t block you” The root of my obsession with older men, and my very own Grampa, started young. I was part of a typical small town boys club when I was younger. Like the scouts we would have weekly meetings and we had uniforms that we had to maintain and wear freshly laundered and ironed. We learned different skills to earn badges, learned basic life skills and hygiene like how to shower properly, how to start a campfire, set up a campsite with fire pit, latrine, tents, and orienteering. It was a club that gave young boys who had little male influence in their lives to be mentored in a healthy and productive way. For the first few years, my Grampa was the leader of our group. During that time, I had seen him naked when we all showered after a swim outing or during weekend trips to a rustic camp in the woods. Inexplicably my heart would race when I saw him lathered up with soap during our group showers. He wasn’t showing off. But I was entranced as his naked hairy body as it glistened with soap and he would bend over showing his meaty butt cheeks and hairy ass crack with the soap water cascading over his exquisite bum with his low hanging balls shifting back and forth. Other than those moments, he was just Grandpa in my mind and he never showed any favoritism toward me except for a couple of tender touches here or there when others were around. But sometimes on those camping weekends, me and the other boys would talk about how wide and girthy my Grampa’s cock was…we would whisper to each other in our dark tents at night sharing a flashlight as we rubbed our dicks inside our sleeping bags. Some boys said they had never seen a naked man and that they hoped their cocks would be as big one day so they could really tit fuck a big breasted woman or walk around with a big swinging dick. Those times formed me sexually and personally, and I always imagined my Grandpa as a mentor and father figure. I wanted to be a confident macho man just like him. Then one day, it was over and he was no longer the leader of our group and he moved far far away and my parents never brought him up. Folks said he had moved to California. Palm Springs. Being in a small town on Long Island, it seemed like a million miles away. I cried a lot because of this abrupt disconnection. I felt sad and abandoned. I had one photo of him and me. Me as tall as his waist stranding beside as we both saluted together in our uniforms. Fast forward some years, I only had dreams, sexual dreams, about the big dicked grandpa I lost contact with. At some point I learned about sites where I could create profiles looking for older men who kind of looked like him. Tall, gray haired, mustached, maybe not muscular but hung and kind and loving- that’s what I was looking for. So I started to create profiles on different sites in hope of finding my Grampa or men who looked like him. As I did, I learned about what men were into sexually. I learned about all kinds of weird acts like bukkake, cum dumping, rimming, drinking piss, even fisting and double penetration. I didn’t know what I was doing, and I had never been fucked, but as I watched more and more porn about men having anal sex, and seeing so many men have their asses filled with cum, sperm, semen, I began to crave that for myself. I thought it must be amazing to feel full of cum inside my butt. Those men all had an ecstatic look of joy on their cum drenched faces. I wanted to know what that felt like. I created a profile, a fantasy profile, on both tame and raunchy sites. I gave myself the handle “Boybutt4older” I had never been fucked but I uploaded pictures, many photos, of me showing off my butt with my soccer shorts pulled down, or with a jockstrap. I never showed my face. And I would caption the pictures like “Young hole for older cum”, “Virgin for mature hung cock” “Cum dump for old [banned word]”. Just taking those pics and adding those nasty captions made me feel so dirty and filthy and horny I constantly jacked off to the fantasy. Then on Sundays I would go to Our Lady Immaculate for the 9 am and 12 pm masses. I was a good altar boy. I loved acting and for those 3-4 hours I loved playing the role of the good servant of Christ knowing that I was a cock hungry virgin boy while carrying the Host and serving the priests. I learned about another site and it intrigued me. It was a site for men who didn’t use condoms when fucking. That sounded really hot to me. I knew it was dangerous but that intrigued me even more. With thousands of men around the world on that site, it had to mean that this was not uncommon or a bad thing to want. Not long after I created my profile on that bareback site I had a response from a couple. They were interracial. One called himself a lapsed Irish American Catholic and the other said he was Jamaican and they were a married couple who loved younger men and men who are looking to expand their horizons. The photos they shared didn’t show faces, but the photos depicted them kissing with their tongues licking each others lips. Hot! They hid their faces mostly. The Jamaican had a thick black mustache and the Irish American guy had a thick salt and pepper mustache too. Another photo showed them pulling on each other’s large and protruding nipples. Another photo showed the mustached Jamaican rimming the pale white hairy ginger ass of his lover while he sat below him - the white mounds of hairy butt meat squeezed through the toilet seat of a rim chair and the Jamaican’s face had disappeared deep inside it. WOW! Another photo showed the Irish American partner spraying cum onto the Jamaican’s puffy and wet asshole. That made me shoot my young sperm above my head. So, I sent them a message letting them know they had made a young guy cum really hard. “Nice,” was the reply. “Felt good spraying my poz seed on my slut husband’s asshole before I pushed my cum back inside him.” That really shocked me. Then I looked at their profile again and, yep, they said they were “ Poz Daddies”. I Googled the term and it meant they were “HIV positive”. Holy fuck. I shot my fucking load to that? They sent me a one-word message. “So?” I didn’t want to be rude so I replied. “I’m sorry. I am young and I do not have HIV. You guys are hot. Thanks for the jerk off material.” Anyway, I was on the other side of the country and was safe from ever having to meet them in person. They replied: “We’re glad it helped you get off. By the way, being poz means we have the best sex ever. No inhibitions. No regrets.” I thought about it, and of course, they are partners, married, whatever, they can share that with each other. It’s their choice. I responded. “That’s great you can share that with each other. I am happy for you.” They responded. “We share it with others too, if they want to experience the best sex of their lives.” With that message they attached a video. It was the Jamaican man, speaking with a very charming and sultry voice. His mustache was sliding up and down the pale hairy ass of his partner and making appreciative moans and grunts. But what I heard him say next really shocked me. “Husband, how many loads did you get in you tonight?” His voice was like honey to my ears…so smooth and masculine and like a song, it defied the raunchy words he was saying. The other man responded. “7 loads. 7 nasty loads of poz cum. Move back, I’m going to spray that holy seed back out. I can’t hold them in.” The mustached black man moved back only slightly and then all I heard was moans and grunts as the white man’s asshole farted out the poz cum. First, one or two squirts hit the chin of the black man, whose long tongue tried to lap them up, but then, as his mouth was open, more thick and watery poz seed sprayed out, some right into his mouth. Holy fuck! A few more loud and lewd fart noises and then some more sprayed onto the thick black mustache or up his nostrils. Oh man, this was so gross, but I couldn’t look away and then I couldn’t ignore my own cock hard and leaking… and in my mind I was encouraging the black man to drink it down as it sprayed like milk into his mouth and he laughed and said, “Oh, give me that nasty nut milk, baby…give me it all.” And then, an amazing thing happened. The Jamaican man turned to the camera, his stache dripping with poz cum and his husband’s scummy butt juices and he said “BoyButt4older, you could be enjoying this too with us”. He licked his lips and I heard him slurping up the toxic slop before he dove face first into the mature white man’s whored out fuckhole. Him calling me out personally was a psychological mind fuck and ecstatic experience all at once. I shot ropes of my young sperm and semen while crying “No, no, no” knowing that I had been aroused beyond measure in watching two older slutty HIV cum pigs relishing in sharing multiple poz cum loads sprayed from a cumwhore asshole into a hungry jizz pig mouth. This was so depraved and revolting. I slammed my laptop shut and I actually became angry at these anonymous poz mature men for turning me on to their sick, toxic, dangerous and depraved sexual behavior. The next morning, I sent them a message. “You guys are sick. Why show that to me? Why did you call me out in your video?” The reply was not what I expected. I was raging and meant to shame them. I wanted to judge them for their sexual desires and acts. They wrote: “We want you with us. Imagine us three together, embracing and snowballing those thick creamy poz loads that are in my mouth and we share them in a kiss.” Huh, interesting. Instead of replying rudely or blocking me, they replied in a friendly, almost loving manner. Not only that, they sent a picture of them kissing with long, scummy strings of saliva, which I assume was poz cum, between them. Their perversion, their shameless nastiness and sleaziness combined, made me so full of lust. I had been consuming so much porn that was so fake and repetitive, this was so different and powerful to me. This felt real. I ignored the throbbing of my own cock and the excitement I was feeling. I replied: “Guys, I am a young and healthy 20 year old. I have a great body, a good future ahead of me. What makes you think I am interested in your poz cum fetish? I don’t want AIDS.” The reply was very confusing. “All seed is sacred, son. Poz cum is blessed because of the commitment to loving cock that it symbolizes. In your profile you say you “Love cock”. Do you really “love cock” if you can’t accept poz cum as part of loving cock? If not, you won’t be getting much cock. Sorry, but that’s the truth. Anyway, your butt is so beautiful. We’d love to share cum with you, when you are ready.” Then they attached another photo. This one was really over the top: the white guy had a huge string of cum linking the wide pisshole of his thick penis to the floppy fat foreskin of the hung Jamaican and they added a caption “Buttboy4older, cum and taste us. This is another way our poz cocks kiss and make love to each other.” Again, they were being pleasant and kind with me whereas I was pretending to be grossed out while all I wanted was to be the one licking up their cum, poz or not, from those fat and sleazy Grampa cocks. And also, I thought about how much they must love each other to share those photos. How great it must be to not give a fuck and to show how you really are. That alone made me horny. But still, I couldn’t pretend I was fully on board. “I’m sorry. You can block me. But I’m not ready for this. Anyway, I’m on Long Island and you are in California. You both have incredible cocks and are super sexy…and I am turned on, somehow, despite myself. I’m still a Catholic and involved with my church. I’m sure I’m not your type after all. You can block me, if you want. I understand.” The reply was simple. “We won’t block you. We won’t ghost you. You have to find your own way on the Phallic Path. Peace and Love and may Cock bless you. We are here when you want to talk, or meet.” Phallic path? Huh? Did they mean a path to being poz or becoming more open and sexual, or both? Another mindfuck. The last photo they sent to me was of their hairy senior citizen genitals grinding against each other. The skinny pale ginger Irish American, his uncut stubby and fat penis meat with it’s silver and ginger pubes and hairy dangling balls pressed against the Jamaican’s much longer and thicker hairy sausage and nuts pressed together with the caption “In Cock We Trust” and the caption “Raw is Law. Bareback Only.” I had to search online for “Raw is Law” and “Bareback Only”. I had never heard those terms. But then, I learned about them quickly with a few clicks to shady pages and porn videos. Although I liked the idea of condomless fucking, it confirmed my suspicions. My cock thickened at the idea of not ever using condoms and only have a bare and unprotected cock inside me. But these men felt it necessary to add this as a caption to their photo to me. Why and why me?? I guessed that being married like them meant you don’t need to wear condoms with your spouse or partner. That made sense. It also excited me to think that maybe one day I could go “raw” and have my special man penetrate me and leave his sperm inside me. I got me hard to think that these two older men still fucked and shot their loads into each other. Very hot. And that they were interracial triggered me even more. I admired them for crossing so many boundaries and living their lives together fully and openly. I made a point of saving their photos on my phone and downloading them to my laptop. I’m glad I did. Because the next day, my father kicked me out of the house when he confronted me for being gay. Turns out, one of my Dad’s employees whom I recognized at a gloryhole booth in Queens started insinuating to him and his staff that his son (me) was a faggot. When my Dad confronted me on the phone, I didn’t deny it. He had a bad temper and mom had left him years ago. He had been a terrible and abusive father, so I had had enough. “Yep, I’m gay. And I hate you.” I shouted when he called me and confronted me with his coworker’s suspicion. After I hung up on him, I texted him: “By the way, your coworker Barry has a small uncut dick with a big dark mole on his knob. Here’s a photo of his cock about to go into my mouth. And look closely and you will see his cheap wedding band holding his unimpressive dick to my lips. Ask him about that!” I had sort of planned this scene of me leaving before and I had a backpack ready to go. I was out of the house before he could get home and had cash enough stashed away to help me for a few months. I was going west to find my Grampa whom I hadn’t seen in years. Rumor was that he was gay and my Dad disowned him, even though tit was his own father. Knowing that we shared being gay had filled my head with “what ifs” for years. I was sure he would welcome me.

Throw in H. Jon Benjamin, too.

I love to clean the cock afterwards or if in a group just take the cock in ass or mouth no matter where it was before. The combined taste of all the men around me, heaven.

Why I can’t stop barebacking? Because it’s fun,first of all… Secondly, the risks are minimized by PREP, triple therapy and Doxy. Thus, no real repercussions…Trust me, the moment another infection comes along, people will wrap up faster than you can say ‘protection’. It’s a lot more fun than the embarrassment of losing a hardon.

I visited the sauna as usual on a “no towels” day. This means you have to wander naked through the complex of steam rooms, saunas, dark rooms and cubicles as well as the basement which I’ve written about before. On this occasion, I found a new corner with an alcove in which was a sling. They are often remodelling the place. I had been walking around for a while and although the place was busy with the usual trolls and some twinks, I hadn’t connected with any action yet. So I decided to get into the sling partly for a rest and partly to see if being there might attract some attention. I lay back in the cool leather sling seat, spread my legs and raised them to fit my feet into the stirrups. I felt good to lay back, legs spread and lubed up arsehole open and exposed. After a while, a man walked by and stopped when he saw me. He wasn’t particularly special – middle aged, pale and flabby but with a decent sized cock hanging down. What was interesting was he wore a grubby singlet which hid his torso. This was against the rules so he must have a reason. He reached and fondled my cock then stuck a finger into my hole. He grinned as he felt it slide easily into the lube, got between my legs and began to push his now stiffened cock into me. As I said, it was a decent size so it felt good as it slid up me until his belly was tight against my balls. He leaned forward and kissed me. For a moment I resisted. For some reason, despite all the things I do and allow to be done to me, I find kissing the most intimate, the most depraved thing to do. But he mashed his lips to mine and I gave myself up to the delicious nastiness of it and kissed him back. He groaned happily and began to fuck me, all the time We both looked up to see a skinny asian guy in his fifties wanking a heavy cock as he watched me being fucked. The man in me gestured and the asian guy moved in and offered me his cock. I leant sideways and sucked it, licking and slurping on the big smooth head and shaft slippery with oil and lube. He started to moan and I sensed he would cum soon. The man fucking me bent forward and nuzzled my mouth. I leant back and watched him start to suck the asian guy. At that angle, his cock flopped out of me and I just watched as the asian guy groaned and shuddered. His hips shook and he gave a loud grunt as he spurted in the other guys mouth. “Thanks” He whispered and set off into the darkness. To my surprise, the man leant over and put his lips on mine. I shuddered as I tasted saltiness and then he french kissed me and filled my mouth with the asian guy’s cum. I groaned with the nastiness of it and almost pulled away. But then I gave in to depravity and kissed him back, swapping the sperm back and forth between us. At last, he stood up leaving me gasping and with my cock rigid against my belly. He raised his singlet over his head and wrapped it around his shoulders. His flabby torso was running with sweat, and now I saw why he wore the singlet – there was a big biohazard symbol on his belly. He grinned at me and raised an eyebrow. I shivered with excitement, knowing this was a point of no return and what was about to happen. I couldn’t speak but only nod in surrender. He held his cock and slowly, slowly slid it back into me until it was in deep. Then he leaned forward and kissed me as he began to slide it in and out of my gaping hole. This time, I kissed him back with lust, accepting my fate as his cock began to throb and breed me…..

Recap: While I was lost in my rush, I hear him getting his cough on, and he bellows fuckkkkkk and begins earnestly fucking my hole. I’m in pig heaven he’s jackhammering away at my hole while I work his nips. He’s encouraging me calling me a slampig, that I’m just a hole, a whore for cock and cum. I eagerly agree begging him to fucking use me. Use my holes. Whore me out. When suddenly I hear a couple of coughs in the distance. I began looking about to see where and who the coughing was coming from, only to find another hot hairy daddy and a younger 30 something otter walking towards us. Daddy takes a minute from jackhammering my hole and looks down at me smiling and tells me I had talked with two of his buddies earlier and they’d messaged him while he was mixing the rigs. Just as he’d said that there’s a cock to my right and I swiftly swallow down the otters cock down to its base. The two daddies start making out while the other resumes his assault on my hole. As I mentioned earlier I’m lucky I get hard when I party and slamming for whatever reason makes my cock throb. Otter pulls out of my mouth and starts sucking my cock while the daddies switch off in my hole. I was in sexual nirvana daddy 2’s cock was thick, like beer can thick (I’ve always preferred girth over length), and I can feel my ass stretching around his thick drooling meat as he presses inward. Soon daddy 2 hits the sweet spot and he knows it. I’m moaning, begging him to keep using me, and soon I’m rewarded with the first load of the night. This signals a break and I dismount out of the sling. We began exchanging pleasantries, commenting how hot that was, what we were into, our kinks… all that shit Daddy 1 walks back in with a tray and 4 glasses. He offers each of us some Gatorade and G if we want it. We each draw up our respective dose and down it. Daddy 1 asks if I want other slam I couldn’t believe looking at the time that 3 hours had passed. I agree and he pulls out 4 rigs but advised these are a little bit stronger than our last round at .6. Knowing that .4 was the largest I’d ever done, I was equal parts anxious, curious, and eager. I agree, we agree it’d be hot for us all to shoot at the same time, and begin to tie off. We each got a register and held it until everyone was ready…. 3…. 2…. 1…. Blastoff…. Holy fuck, I’d never been so high in my life we each coughed and bellowed a guttural fuckkkkkkkkkkkk yeah… Every fiber of my being felt electric, and I was ravenous for anything and everything. My cock began shooting cum and was quickly buried in the otters ass. Using my cum for lube I began fucking that boy, just pounding his hungry hole while he edges me on with yeah, fuck me, fucking use me, use my hole, fucking breed me…. I feel one of the daddy’s behind me and shoves his cock in me. Fucking hell my ass has never felt this full before. The sensation of his dick against my prostrate and my cock in the otter sent me into overdrive. I began pounding my ass onto his dick and pounding the otters ass. The other daddy kneels down and the otter eagerly takes his cock into his mouth. He starts sucking that dick for all he’s worth. Soon I can feel a change in daddy’s rhythm behind me and this begins an orgasmic chain eruption as he empties his load into me, and I began to cum again. As I was orgasming my hole was milking his cock as he was filling me up. Causing me to shoot a huge fucking load into the otters hungry hole. By this time the G was in full effect, I pull out of the otter and begin eating his hole I LOVE eating a freshly fucked cummy hole). I’m pulling his ass parts so I can dig my tongue in deeper and get more cum. He suggests I lay on my back and he’ll squat on my face. Perfect… I flip onto my back and he squats down presenting me with a beautiful hairy puffy pink hole. I can see my cum starting to dribble out and stick my tongue up and into his ass. He’s moaning edging me on, fuck yeah, eat my ass when I feel the bed shift. He leans forward and grabs my legs back exposing my cock and ass.

I was in total bliss my head leaned back and then I felt his hand place my hand on his throbbing cock. I didn't resist and started to stroke his mammoth meat. It pulsed in my hand. I could barely get my entire hand around it. I stroked as he worked over my body. His hand would run up and play with my nipples. "Ohhh my god I am so close", i moaned He pulled off from sucking my cock. "Yeah just relax lets make this last longer so we can enjoy each other company", he whispered again brushing my ear with his soft lips. His hand slowed down on my balls and cock. I kept going on his cock massaging it and teasing the tip. "Yeah work my cock. Your hand on my cock feels so good so natural so warm. Work it. Look at it, it's so happy your hand is owning it. Work it like you would your cock babe." Rick moaned I looked over at his cock in my hand. It looked even more massive in my small hand. It was pulsing in my hand. "Its beautiful" I stuttered softly "What did you say", Rick leaned over his face only an inch from mine. "Your cock it's so beautiful and gorgeous and large. It feels good in my hand. I can feel your heartbeat." I said I was like a kid who found a new toy and was amazed by it. "It likes you too. It finds you beautiful, sexy, gorgeous.", Rick said his lips at my ear kissing it softly. He went back down to sucking my cock with his finger back in my hole I couldn't hold back and started to cum in his mouth. "OHHHHHH I am cumming.", I moaned out loud. His mouth stayed on my cock sucking it up and down, while his tongue swirled my cock head. I shot at least 6-7 loads in his mouth as he kept working my cock and his finger in my ass. After my orgasm calmed down, he pulled off my cock and pulled out his finger. He opened his mouth and I saw my cum in his mouth. He swallowed part and then without warning leaned in and kissed me forcing his tongue in. I melted and he pushed my cum in my mouth. My tongue swirled with his and I kissed him back sucking all the cum I could. He pulled back my head leaning forward not wanting to stop the kiss. He noticed and smiled. He rubbed my leg and grabbed my cock and squeezed. "Damn that was hot. Your cum tastes so good. I had to share it with you. Sorry if I got carried away", he said "Don't apologize that was amazing. I've never had an orgasm that intense. And the kiss was nice, real nice. Thank you for sharing my cum with me", I said in a shy way. "Anytime babe", he said leaning over and giving me a soft kiss. I noticed his cock was still hard. "You want to try. You've come this far", he said I nodded. He didn't have to say anything as he guided my head down on his cock. I started to suck not being able to get it down and my teeth scraped him. "Take your time and watch your teeth. It's not going anywhere, just take your time and enjoy it. You know how you suck my finger when I feed you cum. Suck it like that. Enjoy my cock. And don't worry this is safe." he said His words made something in my brain click. I began sucking it like his finger. It became so easy at that point. Like his finger, I wanted it in my mouth, feeling it, letting it be in my mouth and my tongue feeling every inch. He began to moan. "Oh yeah boy your area a natural cock sucker. Damn your mouth feels good, your making love to Daddy's cock aren't you", he said with his hand on the back of my head I nodded. I finally managed to get down to almost the bottom. I choked and came back up with my eyes watering. He smiled and pulled me in for a kiss and then I went back down without being asked. I kept going for a few minutes then I felt his moaning and breathing getting heavier. "Here you go boy, your reward coming soon", he said I sped up and worked his cock, making love to it, wanting his hot cream. I felt him tense and without warning, spurts of his hot molten cum shot in my mouth. "Ahhhhhhhh fuck", he yelled His hand keeping my head there not that he needed to. I wanted to taste him so badly. He shot 7 spurts of his cum in my mouth. I swallowed some of it as it was filling my mouth and the rest I wanted to taste and let it stay in my mouth. Tasting his seed. I kept sucking his cock trying to get more cum from his balls. My hands massaged his balls milking him. "Ohhhhh fuck boy there is no more cum left. You hungry for Daddy's cream aren't you", he said I nodded sucking him more. He pulled me off, I swalloed the last of his rich creamy load. "Damn your good, some boys don't like to swallow cum. " Rick said I looked at him surprised. He laughed. "Your a natural boy, a natural cock sucker and cum eater" he said I sat back and let go of his cock. I was coming down from the high and started to realize I just sucked off someone with HIV and ate their cum. "Relax boy, you can't get HIV from sucking cock", he said reaching over and rubbing my leg. Then he hugged me and I was encased in his scent. After a nice hug we pulled back, both our cocks were still half hard. I looked at the clock. It was late and I had to go into work before class. "Thank you for a nice night, I better get to bed its late", I said "Thank you for hanging with me Dan. Your amazing", Rick said giving me another hug, his scent so strong I hugged him back. I started walking away. "You forgot your undies" Rick said holding them up and smelled them and licked them. "Sorry I love your smell and your leak was all over your undies so I had to get a taste", he said as he handed them to me. I blushed and took them and went to bed. I lay in bed thinking of the last few days. How my sexual encounters with him were the best I have ever had. Even better than this girl Lisa who had a reputation as a bit of a slut and she gave good head. But this was better in so many ways. I had never thought being with a guy would be this sexually charging. As I reflected on the last few days I got hard again and started to jack off and came again shooting another load on my stomach and licking it up. I then could fall fast asleep.

He sensed that and started to massage my balls. "Damn boy these are full of cum. When was the last time you came?", Rick asked "Last night" I barely replied. "Yeah you fuck your gf?", Rick asked "No", I said in a haze "Why not. She wanted to I bet.", Rick asked as his hands were still all over my body making me weak and horny. "Tonight yes, we were with others and yes she did." I replied "You weren't excited or horny for her" he said "No I wasn't" I moaned as he kept touching my making my body sing and smell is manly scent "So you jack off last night? " Rick asked "Yes" I moaned "Yeah you jack of to seeing me and Jeff fuck" Rick said. His hands were now focusing on my bottom area and my legs on their own spread further and my butt lifted to give him access. "Yes I did, it was hot", I said "You saw him having so much pleasure didn't you" Rick said while working his way past my balls and playing with my asshole teasing it. My legs spread even wider. My cock and balls were all wet from all my precum. "Yes", i managed to get out in my drunken and aroused state Rick pushed my head back in his arm pit and I just inhaled deeply. He smelled so good. "What were you thinking of when you were jacking off again last night", he whispered in my ear handling my body looking at me I thought of my answer but didn't want to blurt it out. As I thought of it my cock throbbed and more precum pushed out of my cock. "I thought so. Tell me.", Rick said sternly "Seeing you fuck him with your monster cock", I blurted. I started to blush but I was so high with his scent and horny again. His finger was now pushing in. I tensed. He saw that and with his other hand started to play with the head of my cock. I just moaned. "Yeah you could see he was in heat enjoying my cock and craving my cum in him" Rick said "Yes" I blurted His fingers were not pushing in. It hurt, instantly he leaned in and started to suck on my tits hard. The pain made me jump giving him more access to my hole and he pushed in. I felt his nail scrape my inside. "Ohhh", I moaned loudly "Yeah just relax and enjoy. We are just two guys hanging out enjoying our bodies. ", Rick whispered in my ear brushing his lips against it. I felt an electric shock. He kept working my hole teasing it and then pushing in further each time. I just moaned and let go at this point. I knew he had HIV but was so in the moment. "Ohhhhhhh", I let out another loud moan Then his middle finger slipped all the way in, my eyes pushed out of my head from both the pain and the pleasure. "Ughhhhhhh", I let out a gutteral moan "Yeah feels good doesn't it. Rick said "Ohhh yes", I moaned. My cock was leaking so much now. With that Rick went down on my cock in one motion and started to suck me off. "AHHHHHHHH" I moaned I wanted to pull away but it felt so good. He was sucking me off and swirling my cock head with his tongue, his hands on my balls and one teasing my hole. My body reacted and my ass lifted up. His finger was now working my hole and I felt two fingers in my swirling in me. It hurt as he has big fingers and I had never had anything in my ass before. I panicked but couldn't do anything, my body was in ecstasy.

Went to Steamworks Chicago last night. Have been wanting to wear my blindfold and get in the sling so I took the opportunity. Waited probably 10 minutes listening to the ambient sounds of the bathhouse, then I felt a hand touch my thigh. I reached down to feel his cock, an older guy with a belly and a thick maybe 5 inch cock. I spread my cheeks for him as his lubes his cock with his spit and pushes his thick cock had inside me. He's not alone as while he fucks me hes leaning over me making out with another guy. He's getting me ready for his friend. Soon I realize why as they swap places and his friends slides his 8 inch thick cock into my guts. He felt so good, and I had reached a point where I was edging myself through every thrust he made into me. I got the since that he cummed but he didnt make much of a sound, more paused and slight thrusts before his friend the first guy returned his cock back into my hole. Now this guy is fucking me harder and more intent on breeding me, the chains of the sling rattling, and my moans echoing in the room. I do the best I cant to work my ass on his cock, and then it happened, I felt his throbbing cock unload into me. My cock was aching to release and these guys weren't done till I cummed. The second guy with the 8 inch cock was still hard and swaps back again. My hole well lubed with cum and stretched accepted his cock as it glided in and out, hitting my prostate. I could feel my orgasm building and gave my warning I was about to cum. The man begins to fuck even harder as he feels my pussy clench down on him. It was too much and I yell im cumming, as I shoot strand after strand of my cum into the 1st guys mouth and into both their hands. The 1st guy continues to rub my tender cock making me writh with intense pleasure, I had to finally ask for a break before hopping out of the sling. Being blindfolded and used by 2 guys without seeing them was such a wonderful experience. Sorry for the long story 😅

Hey, pigs. Newest instalment. Remember Spencer from the first Intermission chapter? He's back, and this should put a few puzzle pieces together for you. ------- Chapter 23: Poz Me Up Before You Go-Go City Streets. 20:14 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Stag had deliberately wandered away from the rest of the group of infected smilers, set on following his own agenda. Instead of waiting for suitable clothing to wear in the chilly late October air, Stag had elected to wear only his camo pants and boots, leaving his muscular blackened torso exposed for all to see. He also chose not to stick to shadows, but to walk abroad in front of the rest of the world like nothing had changed for him. Doing this in secret was never going to be an option for the corrupted horny soldier. As he passed storefront windows, he occasionally caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the glass. One particular pane caused him to stop in his tracks. Stag had been passing by a main street restaurant that hadn’t been open in weeks, and the light from the street had hit him so perfectly that he could see, for the first time, exactly what he looked like in full. His ginger hair had darkened considerably, and his face had taken on a shade of grey that could only be described as “storm cloud”. His exposed skin, in fact, had this same shade all over his body. His veins spread out like black spiderwebs. He grinned in evil satisfaction. Cheaper than any tattoo I could have got!, he thought. And way more fun. As he observed his reflection with a wicked, impressed grin plastered on his face, he took the time to examine his teeth. The jaw had widened some to accommodate the new molars and fangs, and each tooth looked sharp and deadly to the touch. He could barely make them out, but the whites of his eyes were completely gone, and he looked positively possessed. The lanky, sinewy form he previously carried had grown into a muscular beast rivaling the best of Crossfit enthusiasts. Thick veins throbbed beneath the surface of his skin, and Stag started to get hard at the sight of himself. He reached into his pants and fondled his swelling member lightly, knowing he carried an instrument of mass destruction. He had a victim in mind for his first conversion, and had to stop himself from further pleasuring himself to save his demonic seeds for that gratifying moment when he shared them with his prey. Stag continued his bold march through the city to the warehouse district until he came in sight of the nightclub known as InfraRED, a popular gay bar with a dubious reputation. On this night, attendance would be as high as many of the patrons, and with a Halloween party in progress, Stag could do what he needed to without the need for secrecy or violence. Hookups were part of the everyday routine in this place, and no one would bat an eye or clutch any pearls over him having sex in a very public space. In fact, it was almost expected, but so were drunks, drug deals, fist fights, and barroom brawls, and harassment by the homeless who hung around the area. He came to the block, and saw that a canopy had been set up outside the club to funnel guests inside. This made it easier for club employees to screen guests for arriving intoxicated, and to keep the place from filling up too quickly, but Stag would not be deterred. He went to the back of the line, and spoke to no one as the line slowly moved forward. In his boredom, he lit a cigarette, and no one seemed to object to it. One man, dressed as a unicorn, turned around and saw Stag in all his toxic glory. Having nothing else to do while they waited, the unicorn opened conversation with him. “Damn, dude! That’s a really cool costume.” Stag nodded his head only once in acknowledgement, and did not wish to engage with anyone. He took another draw off the cigarette. “What are you supposed to be? You kinda look like a toy army guy.” Stag smirked without revealing his teeth. You have no idea, he thought. —-------- Dressing room at InfraRED. 20:09 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Spencer adjusted his tight nylon armbands, placed a blue baseball cap on his head, and checked his shiny baby blue shoes one more time before appraising himself in the mirror. For nearly three years, he had been gogo dancing at InfraRED, and tantalizing horny men with his erotic dancing and powerful physique. Gogo dancing had been a means to an end - surely someone who came into the club would be his ideal, but so far, the perfect man had eluded him. The pay for dancing was decent, and so were the tips that were frequently shoved into his G-string, but it wasn’t fulfilling. He made enough money to live comfortably, but as time wore on, this mode of living wasn’t going to be satisfactory for much longer. As he stared at his reflection, he ran his left hand over his thick chest, and sighed. “Is there more to life than this?,” Spencer wondered aloud. He then adjusted his girthy member inside the gold lame underwear, twisted the hat ever so slightly, and looked one more time in the glass. He had decided against wearing any costume; the unnecessary bulk, combined with his own overdeveloped bulk, could exhaust him physically before the night was over, and he needed to make some cash for car repairs. He had been a beefy satyr at last year’s party, but he was sweating so hard after the first hour that the hair had stuck to him, and he resorted to doing a sexy striptease of the costume. He felt the investment in his elaborate costume had been a waste of funds, and he wouldn’t make that costly mistake a second time. Taking a final swallow of water from a large jug, Spencer sighed with discontent that he was stuck in a rut. His physical growth had hit a plateau, and the sex work with no sexual gratification left him frustrated night after night. Satisfied that he was ready for the public, he nodded at his reflection in silent approval of at least his appearance, and went out from the dressing room to the auditorium. The beats and the constant thumping of heavy bass was already quite deafening, and he had danced to it a thousand and one times. Just another night, another dollar. He climbed up on his usual gogo box, and settled into the beat. —------ Stag scowled slightly when the bouncer closed the rope against him after the unicorn was admitted to the club. The bouncer could allow only five enter at a time, and Stag just happened to be the sixth. He glared at the bouncer silently anyway as the man clicked his meter five times. At least a few minutes would pass before Stag could enter, so he mentally reviewed his plan one more time. Meanwhile, the bouncer couldn’t take his eyes off the corrupted creature before him. Wow, this look is fucking hot, the bouncer thought to himself as he felt his heart beat increase in envious lust. I need to jump this dude’s bones. It must have taken forever to put all that makeup on. I wonder if he’s available. Stag was slightly shocked, amazed he could almost hear the man’s thoughts with ease. He smiled back at the man, enjoying the discovery of his newfound power. “Sick costume, bro,” the bouncer squeeked, his voice somewhat betraying his lack of confidence. Hearing himself catch in his throat, he cleared it once, and hocked a white goober to one side. “Sorry. That’s really sweet.” Stag locked eyes with the bouncer. “Thanks,” he growled. “You know,” the bouncer began in a playful voice, “zombies aren’t supposed to talk. Try to stay in character, it’s sexier that way.” The smirk indicated no malice behind the words, and Stag gave no reply. Instead, he answered the criticism with a toothy grin. The bouncer wasn’t expecting Stag’s costume to be so thorough, and his mouth opened slightly with awe. “This is killer. Do you mind if I get a pic? I’ve gotta show my roommate. He does makeup and special effects for drag performers, and he’d get such a kick out of this.” The bouncer was already taking out his phone, and turning on its camera. Stag nodded his head once, giving non-verbal permission, and came in close with the bouncer. Up went the phone, and with a press of the button, he now had a head and torso shot of the corrupted soldier in its memory bank. Then Stag stood by his side as the bouncer took a selfie of the two of them. “Thanks, man,” the bouncer said gratefully. “I ‘preciate it.” “App-preciate,” Stag corrected him in a growly voice. I should just spit on this fag and let myself in. Stag prepared to launch a volley of the neutralizing saliva, but stopped short of the act. Nope, can’t do that. Too many witnesses. It can wait. They’re all doomed, anyway. Stag showed admirable restraint and swallowed it back down when he returned to the front of the line. “You with your boyfriend tonight?” Stag looked back at the bouncer, staring daggers at him. He was still uncomfortable with the idea that he was gay, after years of protestation and repression, but after his orgy with his squad and forming a plan to violate someone he once crushed on, he decided he had better start accepting it and getting comfortable with the idea. ‘Boyfriend’ sounded strange to his ears, like a word meant for someone else. He shook his head once, again giving no verbal reply. “Ah, single, then?” Stag nodded once. “If you don’t score tonight, what say you and me take a little trip to hell afterwards?” Stag raised an eyebrow with interest. Stag grinned again. When he finds out what I am, hoo boy, he’s gonna regret those words. He blinked once, and then remembered. No! Stay focused. Your quarry is inside. HE’S the one you want. “We’ll see,” Stag answered, non-commitally shrugging his sculpted shoulders. No! an intruding voice commanded. He wants it - give it to him. Infect them all! Stag just felt like he had been caught cutting class. Sorry, Alpha. There will be time for both. You better remember our deal, the voice warned. Just then, the bouncer opened the velvet rope and unbarred the door, gently motioning for Stag to enter with the other revellers in the line behind him. “You five are next. Have a good night!” As Stag passed him, the bouncer winked at him flirtatously. Stag forgot the bouncer as soon as they were apart. —---- Interior of InfraRED. 20:30 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. “Great costume, stud! Let me buy you a drink.” Stag had heard this line four times by now, and was no more invested than he was on its first three offers. This time, it came from a little twink who was dressed as the Good Witch in an off-pink tule gown, complete with a star-shaped magic wand and glittering tiara. Stag waved the offer away. “Not interested.” The Good Witch looked puzzled, but tried to entice him by tapping the wand to Stag’s forehead gently. “I want you to be changed for good.” Stag frowned at this deliberately silly act. “Oh, sister, I have been changed. For good. There’s no going back. Piss off before I drop a house on you. You don’t deserve what I have to offer.” The Good Witch looked things unutterable at him in great offense, then turned back to the bar. She silently took her glass, swallowed its entire contents, and replaced the glass on the bar. Stag was looking in the opposite direction when the Good Witch said in a surprisingly masculine voice, “Fuck you, asshole. Guys like you should be eaten by other zombies,” and stormed off. Stag walked away from the bar and toward the dance floor. As the EDM continued to pulse through the club, and the room swarmed with writhing bodies, Stag forced himself to stand in one place and scan the room. His wild appearance had drawn a great deal of attention, and Stag brushed it all off completely, sometimes with a joke, other times with his usual outright asshole remarks. After a few seconds, he beheld his intended victim, cluelessly dancing away on a gogo box. There he is. Beautiful and massive as ever. I’m going to give him such a surprise, and he’ll never see it coming. Like any good predator, Stag just observed the dancer. Watching with devious eyes and a wayward heart. Watching for any weakness, any opening that would give him a signal to act, Stag invented a number of schemes to trap his prey. His blackened eyes never left the muscular dancer. —------ As Spencer continued his gyrations, he suddenly felt like something wasn’t quite right with the world. The music shifted to something that had no percussion track in its first minute, and he momentarily lost the beat. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and then felt a familiar urge. Spencer climbed down from his gogo box, and making sure to swing his hips a little as he walked, he went in the direction of the bathroom. Stag noticed the exit instantly. Recognizing it as his opportunity, he followed Spencer at a distance. As Spencer entered the bathroom, he paid no attention to the skeleton man and the Jedi man making out just inside the doorway. The room smelled of piss and stale pizza and bleach, all mixed into one foul concoction. The stalls, though in good condition, were a covert invitation to gloryhole sex, and Spencer was working, so he went to the trough on the far right wall. Looking down, he observed that it was again filled with ice, sending up a chill that made him frown. Why the fuck do they do this? No one wants to drink piss on the rocks. Then he amended his thought. Well, maybe. Some pig somewhere must like that. Spencer extracted his eye-popping dick from his underwear, and began to relieve himself just as Stag came into the bathroom. The costumed couple left without a word, and Stag was grateful to them for the privacy he would need. Spencer continued his stream, but was getting annoyed that he had filled his bladder, and now couldn’t finish pissing fast enough. Come on, dammit. Every minute I’m in here is a minute I’m not getting cash. Hurry up! He closed his eyes in frustration, hoping a little concentration would force the remaining urine out. Stag silently positioned himself to stand directly behind Spencer, who was completely unaware of someone behind him. He grinned devilishly, savoring the moment. The last drops of piss finally left him, and Spencer lightly sighed with relief. He let the waistband of the underwear snap back to his hips, and made to turn around when something wet and sticky hit his face. “The…! The fuck is this…?!”, he exclaimed, his vision suddenly hazy. Before he could be fully sedated, he equated the view to looking through a window where the rain was so hard you couldn’t see through the running water. Stag spat at Spencer a second time, and the dancer was down for the count in seconds. —------- As Spencer started to come out of the fog, he was aware of a grinding sensation on his lower body. It felt familiar and good, and as he slowly came to the surface of his consciousness, he was also aware of the feeling of cold concrete underneath him, and the muffled sound of the thumping bass in the next room. On my back… Did I fall? The grinding sensation continued, and Spencer felt a comfortable warmth to contrast the hardness of the floor. The room smelled different. Gone were the acrid scents of the bathroom, and replaced with light dust and metal and something he could only describe as a deep red smell. Something masculine. Something rich and bold, not unlike the scents of whisky and tobacco and leather and man musk, all rolled into one. Stickiness was also registering in his mind, but he gave no thought to its source. There was also a weight on top of him, and his feet were elevated in a position he would never find himself in except during… Oh shit… He slowly opened his eyes, and what met his view was not something he expected. Something was fucking him and holding him down with both hands. Something with chemically-formed muscles, and a gargantuan dick, and it showed no signs of slowing down. Stag had dragged the comatose Spencer to the dressing room unobserved by others in the nightclub. No time was wasted in removing what little clothing Spencer had been wearing, and with another dose of spit on the dancer’s hole, he had got to work quickly. Now Spencer was starting to wake up. Neither of them was aware of how much time had passed. “W..What in the absolute fuck are you?” Spencer exclaimed, barely able to get the words out. Stag bared his teeth as he smiled wickedly while continuing to thrust his toxic dick into his victim. “What the hell are you doing to me?”, he demanded next. “Shhh, Spencer,” Stag cooed, “you’re just having a dream. Go back to sleep.” He stroked the man’s skull gently with one clawed hand, as if soothing a child that just woke from a nightmare. “Hhhhhow the fffffffuck… do you know… my name?” Awareness was settling in, and Spencer felt real fear for the first time in his life. To Spencer’s mind, his assailant was a mix between a bull and a man with the features of neither, save for the meaty cock that was tearing his hole apart. An unnaturally dark-skinned man with horns on his head and claws for hands was raping him in his nightclub. He didn’t understand the black eyes or the venomous teeth, or why both had liquid black streaming from those orifices. Nothing about this costume makes sense. “You fell off your gogo box, and hit your head,” Stag continued. “I’m just making you feel good, and giving you a little upgrade as a bonus.” Spencer became aware he was completely naked, save for his baby blue shoes, now elevated above his head, his shoulders pinned against the floor. He raised his head enough to see Stag’s girthy dick, and quickly determined that this was, in fact, not a dream. “No! Stop!” Spencer managed to yell. “Get off me!” “Take it, bitch,” Stag growled without missing a beat or a thrust. “Am I good enough for you now, Spence?” The words had a venomous bite to them, and Stag clearly intended to hurt his victim both physically and verbally. Spencer couldn’t connect the dots, the punishing thrusts of Stag’s infected cock clouding all coherent thought. Spencer never imagined he’d be a rape victim. But the powerful physique captivated his interest, and overrode his morality meter. When his head finally cleared, he was impressed by the bulging muscles of his rapist, and the black veins pushing against the surface of his skin. Stag was sweating like a pig, and thrusting harder with every minute. Spencer gradually became less resistant to the intrusion and the violation of his body, but his rational mind kept invading the moment. This guy seems to know me. Do I know him? Why are you letting this happen, Spence? This is a monster, a demon, and you’re enjoying having sex with it? Are you fucking crazy? HOOOOOOLY FUCK ON A STICK THAT’S HUGE! Stag had withdrawn himself fully, and then penetrated Spencer’s hole with his engorgement with great force. Spencer cried out. Stag licked Spencer’s face with his forked tongue. Spencer saw it coming at him. That’s funny. A tongue like a snake. That’s kinda cool. The chemicals in the saliva worked quickly, and Spencer began to relax again. Ah, that’s the stuff. Like… poppers? How did he do that? With his victim properly sedated just enough to keep him quiet, Stag resumed the infection process. During the first few thrusts, Spencer’s mind was all over the place: he experienced fear, great lust, excitement, and joyous sensations that didn’t match anything he had felt in his entire life. He’d have one hell of a story to tell in the morning. But there was the other side of it - the very act was terrifying, but so erotic and seductive, and beyond all his previous experiences. He thought for sure he was going to die from all the sensations and the terrible pain in his rectum and balls and prostate. That’s it, he thought. I’m done for. Goodbye, perfect body, goodbye perfect health, hello oblivion. But I swear I know this guy. Why can’t I remember? Between the assault on his sexual organs and how quickly this escalated, Spencer couldn’t get his brain to work. A strange yet familiar voice rattled through his head. No thoughts. Just focus on my cock. Stag fucked Spencer without mercy - Stag knew what he was capable of, and he needed a partner who could match his sex drive while already having a great physical headstart. The white hot pain was intense, and Spencer began to have second thoughts. His hands trembled as he tried to push himself upright, panic flooding in fast and unfiltered. His thighs hurt, his back scraped against the cold concrete, and Stag’s massive body loomed above him— black skin catching the light like wet latex. Spencer shoved at his chest. “S-stop— just stop— This is wrong. I don’t want this after all.” Stag didn’t budge. His grip tightened reflexively, overpowering Spencer without effort. The instinct was pure dominance—brutal, unquestioning, physical. He mentally began to try and force Spencer to stay, feeling like with just enough force, he could make Spencer do whatever he wanted with just a thought. Suddenly, Spencer let out a scream as he felt like a vice was squeezing his brain, a small trickle of blood flowing out of his nose. A flood of images slammed into his mind, with what he could swear was his ex’s voice echoing inside his head on repeat. Spencer gasped, tears beginning to flow down his face as fear began overtaking confusion. “STOP! IT HURTS! Get off— please— you’re hurting—” The words and mental feedback hit Stag harder than the physical resistance. His brow furrowed for a fraction of a second, like a wild animal momentarily recognizing it had bitten too deep. The growl in his throat weakened, replaced by something almost conflicted. His thrusts gradually slowed. He stared down at Spencer, lips parted, nostrils flaring. Then the guilt hit—blunt and uncomfortable. This wasn’t how he had imagined this going. Not with screaming. Not with terror. He was supposed to want the gift. Crave it. Break open willingly. And Spencer—Spencer was someone he had cared for before. Stag exhaled slowly, releasing the pressure without pulling away entirely. He shifted his weight so Spencer could breathe again, his hands flattening against the floor beside him instead of pinning his arms. When he spoke, it wasn’t aloud. It slid into Spencer’s skull like heat poured behind the eyes. Babe. You always wanted more than this. Spencer blinked hard, confusion warring with pain and adrenaline. Stag’s voice felt like memory rather than words, flooding synapses directly. Images flickered—unbidden, sharp: Spencer in the mirror, flexing his arms. Always complaining about needing more definition. Countless Google searches for “muscle growth cycle”. Stag walking in and hearing him whispering to himself, “Someday I’ll look like that.” Spencer’s breath hitched. “Stop—don’t— I didn’t say—” He shoved at Stag again, weaker this time. The mental pressure increased—not painful this time, but warm, insidious, sliding beneath the fear like oil. You wanted to be bigger. Stronger. Admired. You wanted everyone to stop and look. More images flooded in: Strip lights illuminating sculpted abs. Hands grabbing him at the club, not for pity flirts but hunger. Stage tips piling up. Cameras pointed at him. The struggle to walk through a doorway without getting hit on either side. Strangers staring in awe in public places. Spencer whimpered, overwhelmed. “That doesn’t mean I want—” Stag leaned closer, his voice now both in Spencer’s mind and in his breath against Spencer’s cheek. “We both know you wanted to be transformed. This is so much better and easier than all those rounds of steroids and bulking and cutting. I’m giving you exactly what you always wanted. Just trust me for once.” The fight faded from Spencer’s limbs. Not because he accepted, but because the promise wrapped itself around his desire like wire—tight, clever, exact. Stag’s guilt softened into confidence. He changed tactics completely. Instead of forcing Spencer down, he slid a hand to the back of Spencer’s head, not to hold him still but to steady him—an anchor rather than a restraint. “I could break you,” Stag murmured, sounding almost apologetic. “I can feel it. Just a hard enough squeeze and you’d be nothing but a mindless meat puppet. But that would ruin what I’m giving you. What I want for both of us to share.” Spencer swallowed hard, adrenaline fading into tremors. “What… what are you giving me?” Stag smiled, slow and certain. Everything you wished you could become. He fed images of Spencer’s skin turning black and shiny, muscles growing upon muscles, just like all the pictures Stag had found in the browser history on Spencer’s laptop when they were dating. His cock turning massive, balls becoming huge like a bull. Being able to shoot neverending streams of black foul cum out of his cock with ease. A proverbial sex demon. Outside, the crowd screamed at a bass drop. Inside, Spencer’s last attempt to crawl away dissolved into something breathless and hungry as Stag let the imagery grow richer, deeper, irresistible: Veins rising under skin, biceps thickening, chest and back growing ever wider. Dancers staring instead of ignoring, photographers chasing him eager to get another shot of his massive muscular body. Crowds chanting his name. A glass case filled with physique trophies. And the impalement of the hottest men in the world with his freakishly large dick. Stag fed Spencer one last image: an oily pair of discarded posing trunks with a large circular button pinned to the waistband, bearing the number 7. Next to them, a hastily-removed pair of combat boots, a half-filled bottle of wine, and a single red rose. Spencer needed no explanation for what that meant. His tears dried. His shaking stilled. He reached for the monster above without realizing he had done it. And began to push his ass back, moaning. Now he understood. This was truly a gift. Stag smiled as he felt the mental changes take root inside Spencer’s head. Things would go much smoother now. And with that, the conversion truly began. It had been so long since Spencer had sex with anyone and actually enjoyed it. The surprise hookup and incredible violation of this person battled in his heart, and lust won out. Spencer grabbed Stag by the horns and stared into his abyssal eyes, getting more into the sex than was probably safe. Screw it - let him keep going. This… this is too good. I’ll complain later. Good thing tomorrow isn’t legs day, or I’d be walking funny. Oh, God, I swear he’s in my second hole. Even my toys at home aren’t this big. Stag's jackhammering cock was tearing Spencer's hole apart, but neither of them cared. Spencer’s breath came shorter and shorter, his eyes rolled back in his head more than a couple times, and what began as hate sex and rape turned to a full-on glorious rectal assault that he didn’t want to end. Stag suddenly stopped his thrusting, and abruptly withdrew himself from Spencer again, and stayed out this time. Both men lay gasping, and Spencer’s vision was hazy. The sedating effect of the spit had long worn off, but the mental coercion had done its part, leaving Spencer wanting more. Spencer stared at the ceiling, gasping for air. Stag pulled down hard on his own scrotum, his hand acting as a cockring, and preventing his load from blowing prematurely. “Why… why did you stop? Did you cum?” Spencer asked, almost breathless. He could already feel the corruption spreading inside him while Stag took a break. “No, I’m too close,” Stag answered him. “Good,” Spencer answered, surprising himself. “I want to keep going. I need you to load me up.” Stag only smirked without looking at Spencer. I can feel it working in him already. He’ll be a fucking monster with all that mass, and what I’m giving him on top of it. But let’s savor the moment. Ten bucks says he’ll thank me in the morning. Spencer’s vision cleared enough for him to give another glance to his breeder. “This is driving me crazy. I have to know - do we know each other?” Stag smirked lightly. “You don’t remember? Think carefully, Spence. You really don’t recognize the sound of my voice in your head?” Try as he might, the name wouldn’t come to him, and Stag’s appearance had changed so much that he couldn’t possibly be recognized by someone Spencer hadn’t thought of in a long time. Out of sight really was out of mind. He had nothing to go on to even guess. After a minute of pondering, he had to admit it. “No clue.” “It’s Bryce. The army guy you decided wasn’t good enough for you, so you just threw him away like an old cum rag.” Spencer raised his head slightly in disbelief, and stared directly at Stag, trying to see the man that he rejected so harshly. “Holy shit… No fucking way!” “Oh, yes fucking way. I’ve been upgraded, and I wanted to show you my improvements,” Stag said wickedly. He sat up, and spread his arms out widely so Spencer could see everything. Spencer was in awe of the creature before him. He remembered someone too lanky and lean with a penchant for asshole behavior. And he couldn’t abide his smoking habit, either. It couldn’t possibly be the same guy. His skin wasn’t this color, and he had none of these body mods, especially not the meat on his bones. He would never have worked so hard to look like this and get me turned on. Way too self-centered. Did he do all this just for me? Spencer couldn’t give voice to his thoughts. The memory and the present reality were just too juxtaposed. But the sex so far had been mindblowing. Spencer had never been fucked like that before, and he was discomfited to realize he needed more from the mutated Bryce. While Spencer processed this, Stag could already see the corruption taking hold in the massive dancer. His toxic precum was working its magic, and Spencer’s skin had a different glow to it. The ice blue eyes were darkening, but still bore traces of the whites, and what little body fat Spencer carried was already starting to burn away. It will be a slow infection, but it’ll hit him hard when I fully empty my balls. Stag crawled back toward Spencer, ready to begin another round. “I will get you there, and I’ll be by your side for all of it. You deserve it. Now raise your legs back up. Time’s a-wasting.” Spencer could only comply, tempted with the prospect of getting bigger, and the hunger for the demon’s cock. He…yes. This. I think this is what I wanted to look like all this time. Why settle for what I am when I can evolve into something better? The temptation to exceed his potential outweighed any negatives, and with that, Spencer’s fate was sealed. “Take it easy this time, okay?” Spencer asked in a light voice. Get big, or die trying, right? Those were his last thoughts before he surrendered to Stag completely.

01/18/2026 Went to Chicago Steamworks and found a cute bottom on the fuck bench next to the sling room. I apparently was the first guy in him and was afraid he wouldn't be able to take my pierced cock, but manage to force it in him. Drew a group and swapped out with other tops as we used this boys hole. I'd return during my visit to eat his delicious hole and fuck him some more. I ended up in the sling room where a guy fisted my hole and fucked my loose hole till I had to cum. Left Steamworks to get some pizza, and then ended up at Cell Block while I waited for a friend to get to boystown. A cute guy sits down next to me in the back dark room as we watch his husband get molested by 2 other guys. The guy and I chit chat and eventually he asks to make out with me and remakes at how cute I am. We kiss and we rub our cocks together as our tongues swap between our mouths. He tells me he really wants to put a load in me which was all I needed to hear. We move to the nook as I place my hands against the wall presenting my hole for him. His cock rubs on my hole and begins to push inside me as i lean forward to take it all in me. I look back to see a few guys drinking and watching the show. I wasnt sure if I was bred as my tops cock began going limp and slides out of me, but as we relax and are chatting with each other I feel a drizzle of his load go down the back of my leg. His load was huge and my hole wasn't able to keep it all inside. I had to leave and meet my friend at North End, but I was very satisfied with my sunday fun.

I was playing with a pig bud in St Lewis. After we fucked around at his place for a while he slid a huge dildo into my hole. Within minutes I started to spin hard. A buddy of his who was still sober showed up. He herded me naked a tweaking out into his car. On the way my buddy put a few fresh shards on my dildo and shoved it back in. We pulled up to a railroad siding and they dog marched me naked and spun into an abandoned railway car. I was cuffed and spread between two stanchions. For the next several hours I was fingered, bred, force fed piss and cum, just fucking used in any way the guys coming in and out of the car wanted. I lost track of the fucking after 17, but I left plugged and full of cum. I only wish someone had filmed it

Part 3 Snowball Seduction So they left me alone to shower in the massive bathroom which was actually more like a clubhouse shower room. It had five different shower spots with all kinds of douching cables hanging and at the end of it was a huge tub. I’m sure 4 men could fit inside it. I was so horny as I soaped up my dick, sensitive nipples, and asshole. I thought about my handsome Grampa, his thick cock as beautiful as I remembered it. His body was so lean and veiny now and more irresistible to me than ever. I felt so happy to be welcomed by him and so intrigued and curious about what life could be like here with him and Donovan. One thing I thought was strange was how much they emphasized their HIV status all the time and how that seemed to be point of pride and a turn on for them. Maybe it was liberating for them to talk about their cocks and cum as being poz like they were? They said this was an honest household, so I made a plan to ask them questions about being poz. As far as I knew, swallowing poz cum was okay. But I wouldn’t want Donovan to fuck me unprotected, since he seemed to imply he might do that. Hell, I had never been fucked even though I called myself Buttboy4older when they met me online. But, I did wonder what it would be like to have him take my anal virginity with my Grampa watching lovingly from the sidelines. Feeling bold and horny for some sensation inside my butt, I decided to use the douche cable attached to the shower I was using. The shower room had filled up nicely with steam so I took comfort in the privacy I had and allowed myself time to clean out. Everything drained away easily since the floor angled slightly toward discreet gutters on the opposite wall. They left a super fluffy and comfortable bathrobe for me just outside the shower, but it was way too big for my height. I had to hoist it up a bit as I walked so it wouldn’t drag on the floor while I walked to the other side of the ranch style house. I heard a doorbell ring on my way to the living room area and saw Donovan going to the front door. He was wearing a cropped t-shirt that revealed his slight belly and a bright yellow jockstrap. Was he really going to answer the door dressed like that? He opened the door. “Hey Miguel!” I heard him say. He handed over a wad of cash and said. “As always, keep the tip!” “You’re the best, Mr. Donovan!” I heard a delivery boy say. “Love the t-shirt!” Donovan laughed. “Thanks sweetie. You know it’s true!” The door closed behind Donovan as he turned around. “Hope you like gazpacho and guacamole!” he said as he held up two bags. Now I could read what it said in big letters on his t-shirt - HORNY POZ TOP. Holy shit! He answered the door for the delivery man in a jockstrap and a raunchy t-shirt that was like the headline for a profile on the bareback site? “Is it okay that he saw you wear that t-shirt?” I blurted out. “I am what I am. Better get used to it, Buttboy4older!” Donovan chuckled as he walked toward the large marble island by the kitchen. “Damn, that bathrobe is huge on you. How tall are you anyway?” “I’m 5’4”, I think." “That’s so cute. 5 foot 4! You really are our own Little Mikey. Our very own tiny twink…haha. Listen, we’re having a light lunch right now but we will have a better meal later after the event.” I heard Grampa say as he approached from behind. My eyes popped out of my head as I turned and I saw my Grampa approach. He was in a leather jockstrap, a leather cap that said “Poz Pig” in large silver letters, and a leather vest with a badge that showed the word “condoms” crossed out with a large red X. His cane also seemed to be made of black leather. Apart from the cane, he looked like one of the porn stars I had seen in some vintage pre-condom leather movies. My heart started to beat fast as I saw my leather-clad Grampa approach and my cock thickened with lust for him. I wrapped the big robe around me to hide my erection. “What event?” I asked as I followed him to the kitchen island. “Well,” said Donovan as he arranged our snack. “A couple of times a month we host our Toxic Trolls poz sex party here. And since you surprised us with your visit, we didn’t have time to cancel. We have a couple of men who fly in for this party, so it wouldn’t be fair to cancel on them at the last minute. You’ll like them. Mostly oversexed Dads and Grampas, though sometimes some younger guys show up too. You’ll be the belle of the ball.” Grampa patted the bar stool next to him at the kitchen island and beckoned me to sit next to him. Uh, not sure I wanted to be the star of the show at sex event called “Toxic Trolls” for HIV poz mature men. I was hoping to have time with Grampa and Donovan by myself to adjust to my new reality. “Maybe I should just hang out in the guest room during the party?” I asked as I took off the huge bathrobe and put it on the back of the stool. “Nonsense. Your Grampa is eager to introduce you to his friends. Don’t worry, we’ll have you under our watch the whole time. Nobody will mess with you, unless you want that,” Donovan said and winked at me. “Introduce me? Won’t that be weird?” I felt myself panicking. “So they will know we are biologically related and I am at a sex party full of poz men that you have organized? And why are they Toxic Trolls?” “Oh, Mikey boy. No need to worry! The Toxic Trolls clan are all very open-minded and discreet. They are the pillars of society, salt of the earth kind of guys, ” Grampa Zeke said nodding. “We’re a secretive, honor-bound group. You’ll see.” “Hey, do you guys have my clothes?” I said looking around trying to change the subject. “Baby Boy, we’re going to get you new clothes for your new life here in Palm Springs. For now, please just relax and stay naked. We love looking at your cute face and body and that gorgeous bubble butt,” Grampa said as he winked at me. “Now that wasn’t incestuous, that was just me being honest, Buttboy4older.” I blushed, but I loved hearing my sexy Grampa compliment me that way. I kinda wished he wouldn’t worry about incest. Donovan gave us each a bowl of gazpacho and put the guacamole with a big mound of white and blue tortilla chips in the middle of the island. “Say, Mikey boy, I’ve been thinking. I want you to call me Grampa too. It makes sense since your Grampa Zeke and I are married…so we’re family…and in fact, it really turns me on the more I hear you say it. So why don’t you start calling me Grampa D or something like that? Like on the bareback site, we are Poz Daddies, here you can call us your Poz Grampas. Make sense?” “My “Poz Grampas?” I repeated aloud trying to absorb this new variation of ‘family values’. “Mmm…see that already got me hard hearing you say it, Buttboy,” said Donovan as he stood up and released his thick uncut python from his yellow jockstrap. Grampa Zeke laughed. “Don’t tell me that didn’t make you horny too, husband, hearing your Grandson Buttboy4older call us his Poz Grampas,” Donovan said as he wagged his jumbo sausage at him. “Guilty!,” Grampa Zeke said and he spun his bar stool toward me and pulled off the snaps off his leather jock to free the meat I had longed to suckle on for years. “This isn’t incest, little Mikey, right?” He said as his rugged thick meat bounced up and down. Initially “Little Mikey” felt infantilizing and wrong, but anything my Grampa Zeke said to me was welcome and made me feel loved and sexy. Especially when he said such things while he was naked and flaunting his beautiful genitals to me. “Huh...So, I’m Little Mikey, also known as Buttboy4older, I guess, and you are my sexy poz grampas.” “Exactly! And like the song says, We Are Family!” Donovan chuckled. “Can I ask something? It seems you guys really insist on the word “poz”. How come?” “Well, baby boy, for us being poz is empowering, it’s liberating. So we embrace it. We embrace the way it feels, the way it looks on us, the way it has removed any inhibitions, and for how it let’s us live a shame-free cock-centered bareback, raw sexual lifestyle. None of us know how much time we have left in this world, so we live like this today, we celebrate being poz through ecstatic worship of the penis and cum and we call it out by its name, loud and clear. That’s why it’s our favorite word. Poz talk is very exciting for us. I hope that doesn’t bother you?” “See, Mikey. That’s why your Grampa is known as Father Zeke, he speaks like an inspired preacher. He is so wise and he has converted many with his way with words. I have a more lurid and vulgar vocabulary. Like my t-shirt says, sweet twink, I am a horny poz top. I’m also a nasty fucker, a breeding and seeding dirty old poz man with a boundless imagination for filth,” he said staring me down and licking his lips. “Hmm, I guess that makes sense. It’s like gay pride, but poz pride instead. Ok, that’s cool,” I said trying to sound reassuring while feeling weird about it all and how I would fit in since I wasn’t poz. I looked back and forth at my poz grampas who were stroking their cocks and making these very lewd confessions to me. “Are you sure I will fit into your lives here? I’m not poz and, in fact, I should probably use condoms when I’m ready to have anal sex and I should get on Prep. Don’t you think?” I looked down and saw my cock was hard and leaking. “No way, bubble butt Grandson, no way in hell: condoms are never ever to come into this poz-positive house unless the condoms are frozen and full of semen already so that we can shove it up buttholes and use it as lube. Do you understand me? Condoms are anti-life and are a symbol of shame and repression for us,” Donovan said as he eyed me seriously. Frozen cum as lube? Fuck, that is nasty. Donovan was right, his imagination was off the charts filthy. And what will happen if one day Donovan really does try to ‘deflower my pretty pink shithole’ without a condom? How would he open up my tight pale pucker with his oversized poz penis? Will Prep be enough to protect me from it, from him?? “But sure, son, you can go on Prep,” Grampa Zeke said as he rubbed my thigh. I heard Donovan sort of cough and mutter something in the background. “However,,” Donovan added, “Little Mikey, you gotta help me work on your Grampa Zeke here. He has to get over this incest barrier. Know what I’m saying, boy? The man is a pig, a proud poz pig, like his sexy leather cap says, so he doesn’t lack desire or imagination, usually.” Seeing my two poz grampas stroking their meat while we had this ‘family’ coversation set something off in me. Being poz was their essence so it was normalized into their lives, and their sex lives seemed to dominate. I started to feel a [banned word] desire to have Donovan inside me bare, his poz girthy uncut cock slowly opening me up, while my Grampa watched on the side. I imagined my Grampa Zeke’s excitement and him jacking off as he watched his sleazy pox-proud husband pound my virgin butt. My heart raced and my cock thickened as I imagined such an intimate initiation into this family. “Well, there are things we can do that aren’t incest, Grampa Zeke,” I slipped off the high bar stool and put both hands on my Grampa’s knees. At 5 foot 4, it was like looking up at a god on a throne. As I gazed up at him, I could feel my face was red, like it got when I was horny or embarrassed, and I felt like a little boy begging his grandfather for some candy. “Like, we can hug, right? And we can kiss?” I rubbed his hairy veiny legs all the way up his groin. “And maybe we can take showers together? And we can cuddle and snuggle together, right?” Grampa Zeke’s cock started to thicken again as he looked in my eyes. “Yes, we can cuddle, son. I’d love that.” “I hope we can all sleep together, Grampa. I mean at night just all spooning in the same bed. That’s not incest. Right? That’s just being loving. Little Mikey and his poz grampas all snuggle buggle together naked in bed. There’s no shame in that, is there? Two poz grampas and their non-poz grandson sharing hugs in bed?” Donovan had approached us and standing over us his massive dong was now leaking over my Grampa Zeke’s erect penis, providing extra lube for the wet knob and foreskin already slick with toxic precum. He squeezed his pierce nipple through his Horny Poz Top t-shirt. I moaned and felt such lust that my asshole twitched. Looking back up at Grampa Zeke I wanted to tease him even more. “And we can admire each other’s bodies, you can look at my bum and butthole anytime you want. I love showing it off for you and [banned word] Grampa D. You can tell me anytime “Mikey, spread your cheeks and show us your virgin pink boy cunt”. And I’ll do it, Grampa and that won’t be incest since you are just admiring it. Right? And you don’t have to penetrate me? You can watch and play with your poz penises, both of you. Right? I want to make you happy.” “Do it now, Mikey!” Grampa Zeke growled. Shocked by the force of his voice, I slipped to the floor fast, got on all fours, stuck out my butt real high and reached back with one hand to pull a cheek apart. I craned my neck to look back at my poz grampas. “Do you like my virgin boy hole, Grampas?” I dropped my face to the marble floor and used both hands now to fully spread out my glutes and exhibit my pretty virgin shitter to them. I wanted my Grampas to explode with desire in a super safe way. “Fuck! Look at him! My grandson is a fucking pig slut exposing his tight cunt to his horny poz grandfather,” Grampa Zeke cried out as he jacked off frantically. Grampa Donovan knew that Grampa Zeke was about to blow his load thanks to my disgusting and seductive narration. “He really is your flesh and blood, you old dirty poz whore. He’s a filthy little cock tease,” Donovan said to Grampa. Quickly, Donovan knelt down, took his husband’s penis into his mouth, and let Grampa Zeke fire off ropes of his old poz semen into his open gullet. The cries from Grampa Zeke were so loud I thought he might be in pain, but that soon turned into laughter as he pushed Grampa Donovan off his cock. Donovan then walked over to me, lifted me up like I was a lightweight doll and placed me on the cold marble counter top. Grabbing a hold of my hard boy cock with one hand, he grabbed the back of my head with his other hand and forced his face to mine, pressing his lips against mine. I gasped and with my mouth open, he spat my Grampa Zeke’s ripe poz seed into my mouth. The grandfatherly cum slipped past my tongue and slid down my throat against my will. Still stroking my cock, it didn’t take Donovan long to make me ejaculate my young sperm with the knowledge that my Grampa’s seed was now part of me, something I had dreamt of for years. Except, I never thought of swallowing his poz load. “You see, Mikey,” Donovan panted and growled as he bent to lick up his husband’s grandson’s semen from my belly, ”that wasn’t incest either. I’m the one that sucked your biological Grampa’s amazing cock and then fed his seed and your shared DNA to you. You two did not have sex together. The familial bond was left pure and unbroken but made stronger. Haha. I predict that, before the event is over today, you’ll be snowballing many many more loads of delicious poz seed from our lips, including ours.” I lay back on the cool marble counter, feeling a kind of disgust and shame creep over me as the orgasm subsided. Wasn’t this partially incest? And was swallowing delicious poz seed really okay for a non-poz boy like me? Grampa Zeke got off his chair and came over to me and stroked my face tenderly. He bent down and kissed me. His kissing was soft and sensuous, nothing like the brutal French kiss Donovan gave me. “I made you cum, didn’t I, Grampa? Swallowing poz cum is ok, right Grampa?” I whispered to him between kisses. He didn’t reply but just groaned in my mouth as our tongues touched and his mustache ground against my smooth face. Just then, I felt my legs being lifted and with my Grandfather’s lips on mine moving back and forth like a tickle and making me hard again. At the other end of my body, Donovan noisily spat the remnants of my Grampa’s poz seed onto my butt cheeks and I felt him massage the cum-saliva goo into my crack and on my my sweaty asslips with his calloused fingers. “Don’t worry Mikey, this is safe and totally incest free,” Donovan chuckled with a sinister Vincent Price voice while he pushed his thumbs inside me and stretched out my virgin hole so much that it hurt. “Gentlemen, what the holy fuck is going on here?” a brusque voice like a drill sergeant echoed in the room and instantly shattered the dreamlike state we were in. “The men arrive in two hours and we need to set up the sex garage. Let’s get to work!” The sound of a whip slapping flesh was followed by my Grampa Zeke yelping and withdrawing from me. I lifted my head to see both my poz Grampas stand up immediately and stuff their meat back into their jockstraps. The leather clad chauffeur from earlier walked over to me as I lay draped naked like a sacrificial lamb on the marble counter. “Well, well, well….Buttboy4older, you work fast” he chortled as he shook his head with disgust and traced his leather whip across my face and down to my cock and balls. I was scared. “I guess you are a slutty little pig just like your dirty old poz grampas. What incredible filth this ‘family’ is. Now get up and help us get ready! The Toxic Trolls are coming!”

cumdump bottom making the most of the hours before a red-eye to the east coast. i'll be at Club Z Thursay from 2-9pm. come use my holes. let me worship you dick. bring a buddy. no load refused. i'll update on Thurdsay with the room number, but hpefully one of the sling rooms on the 3rd floor, with frequent forrays into the fuck room up there.

Oh yeah! Love cleaning another guy's juices *and such) off his cock before he sticks it into me.

Welcome Mark, Hope you enjoy the site here and hope you enjoy your new freedom and new life.

what turns me on is, super tight jeans, full of cum, piss and beer stains and I mean really full of cum stains (like my skinny pig jeans, hoodie and MA1 jacket) pig's in this kind of gear makes me completely wild the looks, the smell mmmm and when I wear it I am instantly a cum seeking whore feels super horny to wear and the smell... awesome

1. Deep kissing. If I am fucking, and the person doesn’t like to kiss, that’s the end of it for me. 2. nipples…love getting mine bitten hard. Love pulling on a set of big nips, and lots of gay men have them. 3. well-formed calves… 4. And this one is controversial…live for choke fucking…I love receiving it. Also, a few of the fuckers in the sauna love getting choked out while I fuck them. ALWAYS ask for permission…

living in Florida I have not had too many outdoor experiences because it’s usually hot as hell. Yesterday I was contacted by a guy off sniffies who wanted to fuck but was visiting and staying near the beach. He couldnt host at his hotel. It always amazes me how many guys say they ate at a hitel and then say ‘ but im here with the wife so cant host’ anyway. I told him my truck was to small to fuck and he suggested we fuck in the scrub area near the beach. Of course, I hesitated that first because I always worry about getting caught by the police. I happen to notice one particular area that’s pretty private and it’s a wildlife refuge. It has a boardwalk and some walking paths. I really wanted a load in me and the sound of being fucked outside excited me. I showed up at the area and wore shorts with no underware. I tried him on the app and there was no answer so i figured he flaked on me. There are no other cars in the parking lot so I decided just to take a walk anyway and take in the sites. As I walked on the boardwalk, I saw an area that you could walk into that was pretty private and just then my notification went off from the app. He sid he just pulled in. I told him where I was and he headed towards me. I brought a tube of lube (hey that rimed lol) with me so i squirted some on my fingers and jammed them in my hole. He arrived just as i was doing that. He was a tall guy about 6ft not bad looking, even though I really dont care to much about looks. He said ‘see your ready to go, I am to’ I was nervous and I asked him if he saw anybody else in the parking lot and he said no. He took his shirt off and asked me to suck on his nips for a little bit and I did. I still had my shorts on as he slipped down to my feet. I was anxious to get to this and make sure there were no ant piles on the floor. I kneeled down in the dirt and pulled his shorts down to suck his cock. He was already hard as a rock about 7 inches and told me he didn’t have a lot of time. This was fine with me as I stood up and bent over. He asked me for the tube of lube and put some on his cock. He had one of those mushroom heads and placed it up against my hole. He eased it in as he struggled to keep it in because his height. He told me to get down on the ground ass up which i did and popped that big mushroom head into my hole again. This time it took and I was moaning like a little bitch as he started a good rythem up. His balls were slapping against mine and he was going for about 15 minutes hard and fast. I thought to myself for someone who doesn’t have a lot of time. He’s sure taking a long time lol. He went on for about another 10 minutes as I was covered in dirt on my hands and elbows and knees and legs. He said ‘you ready for another load boy’ Apparently he already came once and was ready to do it again. I felt cum running down my ass and taint earlier but i thought it was lube. He jammed it hard in me, hitting my prostate and pulled out squirting a big load on my gaping hole as I laid there hands and knees ahaking from being in the prone position for a while. He stuck it back in after cuming on my hole, which i always love for a finish. He stayed in me until he grew soft and pulled out. We got dressed and headed back to the parking lot. i was covered in dirt and sweating and exahusted. he told me thanks a lot and that he would be back next year around the same time. I gave him my phone number in case he ever wants to text which he said he would.

Introduction I am a gay man whose experience of intimacy is deeply rooted in receptivity, surrender, and full-bodied erotic bonding. For me, pleasure is inseparable from love, trust, and the continuity of connection. The acts that bring me the most ecstasy — deep penetration, ATM, mutual tasting, and the lingering kisses afterward — are not just sexual behaviors. They are rituals of trust, surrender, and sacred union. I understand that many may find these practices [banned word], uncomfortable, or even shocking. I also know that they carry real health risks. I do not share this to coerce or prescribe, but to illuminate a rare, profoundly human way of experiencing intimacy — a way that has brought me joy, wholeness, and deep emotional resonance. Ecstasy Through Receptivity For me, intimacy begins with allowing myself to be open. Penetration is not just physical — it is a full-body embrace, a surrender to presence, a celebration of trust. The erotic energy is heightened not only by sensation but by the emotional bond I share with my partner. Afterwards, acts like ATM — tasting myself mixed with my partner’s essence — extend the union in a way that is multi-sensory and profoundly intimate. The act is not simply about pleasure; it is a continuation of connection, a bridge that keeps the memory of being inhabited alive in body, mind, and heart. When we kiss and hold afterward, it completes a circuit of reciprocity, trust, and ecstatic bonding that lingers far beyond the physical act. For me, these experiences are sacred, rare, and deeply affirming. They are a testament to the beauty of surrender, the power of receptivity, and the ecstatic joy that can exist in male intimacy when it is grounded in love, trust, and mutual respect. The Sacredness of Barebacking For me, going bareback is more than a physical act — it is a profound expression of trust, surrender, and union. Feeling my partner naturally and uncovered inside me amplifies the intimacy in a way that no barrier could replicate. The sensation is not just about pleasure; it is a sacred merging, a moment when bodies, hearts, and minds align. I am fully aware of the health risks involved — of STIs and HIV — and this is a conscious choice we make together, grounded in trust, consent, and mutual understanding. Yet I choose to embrace these moments completely, in the present, because the depth of love, trust, and erotic connection they bring is worth any risk I consciously take. To love and be known so fully, to feel the sacredness of union and the continuity of connection, is a gift I will not deny myself. In this surrender, I am alive, present, and profoundly human. Continuity Through ATM, Tasting, and Kissing When these acts are combined — barebacking, ATM, tasting, and lingering kisses afterward — they create a continuous flow of connection that feels almost sacred. Each step is not just physical; it is an emotional and sensory extension of the intimacy we share. After penetration, ATM allows the union to continue, keeping the memory of his presence alive in my body and heart. Tasting, whether of him, of myself, or the mixture, becomes a ritual of reciprocity, a way of fully inhabiting and honoring each other’s essence. The kisses and gentle touch that follow seal the bond, ensuring that the ecstatic energy, the surrender, and the closeness do not end abruptly but linger, integrate, and deepen the emotional resonance. For me, this is not simply sex — it is a living expression of trust, love, and total presence, a loop of intimacy that nourishes body, mind, and spirit alike. Closing: Celebration of Rare Intimacy In the end, what I experience through surrender, receptivity, and intimate union is more than sexual pleasure — it is a profound affirmation of love, trust, and presence. Barebacking, ATM, tasting, and the lingering kisses afterward are each part of a sacred loop of connection, allowing the ecstasy of union to echo in body, heart, and mind. These practices are rare, deeply personal, and socially transgressive, yet they are also wholly authentic and life-affirming. They remind me that intimacy can be radical, ecstatic, and sacred, that pleasure and love can be inseparable, and that being fully open — fully receptive — is a form of courage, devotion, and beauty. In this union, I feel whole, alive, and profoundly human. To embrace love and erotic presence so completely, even in the face of risk, is my form of devotion, my expression of sacred intimacy, and my celebration of what it means to be fully alive

Author’s note: No names have been altered. This story includes condom usage and does not include pozzing, in order to stay accurate. MARRIED MIKE I met a guy on one of the apps who called himself Mike. As we started to chat a bit, It turned out he had a wife and three sons in the suburbs, and he was an engineer. None of this was appealing to me, but I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time, and I was curious about how fucking a family man might play out. Plus, there was no chance that this would become anything more than a no-strings fuck. Mike claimed to be “straight” (I didn’t comment). His availability was limited due to his family situation, his job, and his logistical considerations. He suggested that we meet at a Red Roof Inn motel in the suburbs at lunchtime. I’ve always loved sleazy hotel hookups with some sense of betrayal mixed in (joke). I was still unmedicated and healthy, although my doctor remarked that my viral load was high but stable. He wondered out loud if I might have the gene that permits someone to have HIV but to not progress onto AIDS (I didn’t). That would be another blood test. I had not been sick with anything other than hay fever allergies and an occasional head cold. Finally, the day arrived for me to meet Mike at the motel. This took place before iPhones or Android devices were available and he didn’t want to give me his phone number. We communicated through a pc app called Yahoo Messenger. He told me he drove an old Mercedes that he planned on restoring one day. He would rent the room and then meet me near his car. I drove into the parking lot and saw a classic car with a big, ripped, bearded guy wearing a baseball cap standing next to it. This guy was built, and he had big guns for arms. I pulled next to him and smiled as we shook hands. “Damn Mike, you’re built like a brick shithouse. You must lift a lot,” I commented. “Yeah, I’ve been lifting since high school football. I was a tall skinny kid before I started. You look like you have a good bit of muscle too,” he replied. I told him I was a lifelong runner and swimmer, but I started lifting in the last six months. We chatted as we walked to the room and before the door slammed behind me, Mike’s tongue was down my throat, and I was enveloped in a big snug bear hug. I pushed off his baseball cap off revealing a sexy shaved head. I really loved his natural smell and couldn’t get enough of it. We undressed each other, and he had a hairy chest and abs, an untrimmed nut sack, and a very thick seven-inch cock as hard as steel. I pushed him back onto the bed and we made out for quite a while. I huffed in his man-smell, and I worshipped his hairy pits. Then I sucked in his big knob and worked it into my mouth and down my throat. I had a hard time taking the knob into my throat and he tried to force it down, making me gag. The room was completely quiet except for Mike’s heavy breathing and my slurping on him. Finally, he said, “I want you to fuck me. This is my first time so be gentle,” with a smile. I reached into the pockets of my pants and retrieved a condom and a small bottle of lube. I tossed the condom to him, and then I pushed his tree-trunk legs back exposed his tight straight ass. I dove in and ate him like a starving man, and he moaned like a bitch in heat. After about five minutes, he demanded, “I want your cock inside.” I smeared a lot of lube on his hole and worked it in with my finger. He rolled the condom on my dick, and I slowly popped his anal cherry. With great care, I slowly pushed my way into him. He winced and I told him to keep breathing. Finally, I bottomed out inside him. His as was virgin tight. “You OK?” I asked? “Yeah,” he said, “just fuck me.” At first, I went easy on him, but then I picked up my pace and started fucking him like a man ought to be fucked. We were both grunting like animals and made quite a racket. He said, “I finally get why guys like to be fucked.” I was sweating from the railing I was giving him; the drops were hitting his face. I kissed him as I groaned and pounded my deadly load into the condom that was protecting him. I pulled my cock out of him and immediately started sucking his cock again. I had a grip on his hairy nuts so I could feel when he was about to shoot his load. I felt his balls contract as his cock shot ropes of cum into my mouth which was wrapped around his dick. As I swallowed his babies, I pulled off and a cum string still connected my lips to his cock head. I kissed him so he could taste himself on me. The room reeked of man-smells, sweat, and cum. I remarked that when the maid came to clean the room, she would start ovulating. After a final kiss. I broke off and said, “Next time, I want to you to fuck me.”

I learned by sucking my dad, later my married neighbor while his wife watched, and then my brother. It started when I was 14. My dad would get drunk, pass out on the couch wearing only a terry cloth shower kilt. I would sit on the floor staring at his cock and balls while he snored. Occassionally I would see his cock twitch, harden, and even drip precum. I would get brave and start touching, tickling and stroking his cock while he was passed out. I eventually got braver and braver as he never woke up. Eventually I started to lick and suck his balls and cock. One time he grabbed my head and woke up as I was on his cock. He demanded to know what I was doing. I claimed I was walking by and noticed his cock leaking and I was afraid he was going to piss on the couch. I thought that sounded better than saying I been lusting after your cock, and sucking you off for months while you were passed out. Anyway, after some yelling he said he was too drunk to walk to the bathroom and since I was going to drink his piss while he slept, I might as well drink it while he was awake. He told me to put my mouth back on his cock and he started pissing. Afraid he would think I lied about not wanting him to piss on the couch, I swallowed it all. Afterwards he started to get hard, and he grabbed my head and started moving it back and forth while I still had his cock in my mouth. Soon I started to develop a rhythm and he no longer needed to move my head back and forth on his cock. Suddenly he grabbed a hold of my head and pulled me roughly all the way to his crotch and shot his load. I just swallowed and do not really taste it that time. When he was finished he told me to get out of his sight and said you better hope I don't tell your mother about this because she would think I was a disgusting perverted pig. I started to cry until he promised he would not say another to her, and I promised to do anything for him to keep the secret. That was the beginning of my cock sucking.