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They must've signaled each other, 'cause they switched places without speaking, and then I felt my ass being filled with Dan's X-tra thick cock. "Oh fuck!" I moaned, staring up into Brent's eyes. "Great, isn't it?" he smiled. "I knew you'd like his cock - God knows, I do!" We shifted on the bed, so that Brent was sitting, leaning against one of the mirrored walls. He opened the bag that Dan had brought - I couldn't quite see what he was doing (partly 'cause it was dark, and partly 'cause Dan was starting to really pound my ass). When Dan slowed down, I heard him say, "Hey babe - you sure he's okay with that?" I looked up, and Brent had a rubber strap tied around his upper left arm, and a syringe clenched in his teeth. Taking the syringe with his right hand, he looked at me and asked, "You okay if I slam?" I grinned, and said, "Fuck, yeah! Just le'me get my mouth on your cock while you do it." I waited 'til he'd cleaned his arm with an alcohol pad, and had gotten the needle in and it had registered with blood. He nodded, and I slowly took his semihard cock in my mouth. Everything stopped. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him push the plunger. He waited - then pulled out the needle - raised his arm and pulled off the rubber strap - - - and coughed - twice. I felt his body stiffen - then vibrate, as the drug ran through his veins. His cock didn't harden, but it did start to leak a lot of salty precum, which I swirled around his cock with my tongue. I instinctively moved my right hand between his legs and found his asspucker. He reacted by spreading his legs, giving me more access, and soon I had three fingers inside his pre-lubed hole. Mmmmmmmmm!- this fucker had come to pnplay!!!! As I worked my fingers in, Brent slowly slid down onto the bed, his legs spreading wider and wider. In no time, I had four fingers in his wet hole, and he was moaning like a bitch in heat! Dan caught on to what I was doing, and I felt his thick cock slide out of my hole. He grabbed the duffle that he'd brought and began looking for something. I just focused on Brent's open hole, massaging the soft, warm insides of his fuck chute. He grabbed my wrist and guided my hand, letting me know that he wanted more. I let my thumb fold into the palm of my hand, and began rotating my wrist to find just the right angle. Brent took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, he pulled my hand toward his stretched hole. The fleshy muscle relaxed, and my hand slid in! "Ohhhhhh fffuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkk!" he yelled, loud enough for the neighboring rooms to hear. Just about that time, I felt a slight burning sensation in my ass. I'd almost forgotten about Dan, with my mind focused on getting into Brent's ass. I knew the familiar tingle of a booty bump, and the feeling of Dan's thick fingers stretching MY hole! Still on my hands and knees, I spread my legs a little wider, giving him plenty of room to work. Brent grabbed the bottle of J-lube and squirted a hefty glob at the intersection of his ass and my wrist - and then handed the bottle to Dan. It was clear they'd played this game many times! Dan held the bottle above my gaping hole and let a steady stream of the gooey lube flow into my tweaked ass. The lube was still warm from when I mixed it up earlier, and felt great filling up my hungry butt. Dan shifted his body into a more comfortable position on the cheap foam mattress, and then began working his hand inside, just as I had done with his boyfriend. I had lost my focus on Brent's ass, now that Dan was working on mine - but he had taken control and was writhing up and down on my wrist - clearly enjoying the effects of his slam! [Aside: In addition to copious amounts of crystal, I attribute my love for getting fucked and fisted to having a squeaky clean ass. Knowing that no cock or hand is going to come out covered in shit gives me the confidence to really relax and enjoy the experience. Once I'm clean and start to party, I don't eat or drink (except water) until I'm finished - sometimes 2-3 days! The only things that go in my hole are crystal, lube, dildos, fists, cocks and cummmmmmm] By turning to my left, I had a great view of Dan in the mirror on the wall - hot stud in leather, working his hairy paw into my hungry hole. I took a deep breath and exhaled, pushing back on his greasy hand. There was a slight feeling of pressure, as the widest part of his hand stretched my sphincter - and then he was in. "Whoa!" Dan said in surprise. "You're a fuckin' pro, man! Fuckin' sucked my hand right in." I rocked my ass side to side, acknowledging his compliment, and letting him know I was in pig heaven. "Hey, Brent," Dan said over my shoulder. "You found us a real pig!" Brent was in his own fistpig haze, with my hand massaging the warm insides of his burning hole. I rotated my wrist a half turned and pulled out slightly to test how far his assmuscle would stretch. He opened his eyes a little and gave me an evil grin, letting me know I was in sync with his 'needs.' I rotated my wrist again, relieving the pressure, and causing his eyelids to close again. I repeated the action over and over until my hand was able to almost come completely out. Brent shifted on the bed so that he could stretch one leg out and pull the other back toward his chest, giving me a better angle to work with. All the while, Dan was working on my hole, similarly stretching and getting me used to the size of his hand. When his hand finally came out, I heard him chuckle. "Fuck! How many loads you got up there, man?" he laughed. I could smell the distinct odor of warm cum fill the room, as my ass dripped the remains of my earlier play. "Not enough!" I replied, hoping that he'd add his before the night was over. Dan slid off the bed and walked over to Brent, placing his fingers in his lover's mouth. "Mmmmmmm!" Brent moaned, eagerly sucking the slimy cum and buttjuice off Dan's hand. "You'e so fuckin' nasty," Dan growled, smearing the palm of his hand all over Brent's face, marking him with the dregs of my ass. Dan stood up, but before heading back to me, he walked over and turned the door handle, just barely leaving the door ajar. Fuck - these were my type of guys - wild, chemfueled, man-to-man sex....with as many men as possible! Dan climbed back on the bed and kneeled behind me, his hand lightly slapping my asscheeks. The next thing I felt was his tongue and stubbled chin grazing on my sleazy hole. I pushed my hole open, so he could get in as deep as he wanted. "Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmph!" he grunted as his tongue dug into my cumbucket. When he needed a break, his hand would replace his tongue - and with the stimulation, drugs and earlier play.... his hand was easily inside me. "Fuckin' whore! Bet you let anybuddy stcik they're dick in there," he teased. "Ya got any preference for dick, pig?" he asked, his fingers expertly massaging my prostate. "Thick," I managed to spit out. Dan's hand slid out with a plop, and then I felt him grab my cock and balls, coating them with the slime from my ass. "That feel good, pig?" he asked, closing his thumb and index finger tightly around my cock and balls like an extra cockring. When I didn't respond, he squeezed harder and tugged downward on my junk. "Yeah," I gasped. "What's that, boy?" he tugged again. "Yes, SIR!" I barked back. "That's better, fuckpig," he said, slightly backing off on the tension. The work on my prostate, his manhandling of my cock, AND the Levitra I'd taken earlier were all having a positive effect on my partycock! "Mmmmmmmm! Now that's the kinda cock I like my boys to have," Dan purred. He pulled my hardening cock back between my legs and swallowed it in his warm mouth. I was in sensory overdrive - my ass twitching, my nipples tingling, my cock throbbing - every inch of my body was on fire....one hunky sextool! Dan continued tonguing my ass and sucking my cock until I was rockhard and needed to fuck. He leaned forward so that his mouth was next to my ear, and whispered, "I wanna see you fuck Brent. We get off watchin' each other get fucked by strangers." That kind of kinky shit is a total turn-on for me, and my cock throbbed even harder, knowing that Dan was into seein' his lover gettin' dicked by some guy they'd just met. I slowly pulled my hand out of Brent's butt, and wiped the slick lube off with a paper towel. Then I grabbed Brent's thighs and pulled him toward me, pushing his legs apart and back, so that his gaping hole was at about the same level as my cock. He just stared at me with kind of a blank, drugged look, like he wasn't sure what was about to happen. My PA bounced up and down on his slightly open pucker, and the head of my cock pulsed with blood, flaring a good 2" wide. I leaned forward, sinking into his hole in one stroke. "Ooohhh Fuuuccckk!" Brent moaned. "Fuckin' nice cock, man," he added. [One advantage I love about meth is that (when I can get hard) I can fuck for hours without cumming!] Brent's hole was nice and loose, just like I like 'em. Plenty of room to move around, and my PA doesn't pinch the head of my dick. "Gimme that big Daddy dick! Fuck, yeah! You know what my hole needs. Fuck!" Brent panted, as I corkscrewed my cock in and out. My cock looked damn hot covered in lube and buttslime as I slowly dragged it out of Brent's open manhole. The stretched, purple muscle flared out, begging for my cock to sink back in to the warm depths of his chemmed ass. As meth will often do, I got caught in my own little private fuck scene - oblivious to anything else going on around me - just my cock and Brent's hole. When I sort of snapped out of it, I saw two more guys in the room - one standing, and the other on his knees sucking his friend's cock. They were obviously turned on by our scene, and had joined in with their own action. If the chemistry's right, that's one of the many things I love about the baths - nuthin' like a few guys havin' sex next to you to make your own scene even hotter...especially when they're hot...and total strangers! I looked around for Dan, and saw he had moved to the corner furthest from the door. He had a rubber tourniquet tied around his left arm and was cleaning the crease in his elbow with an alcohol pad. Shit! He was gonna slam right in front of these two guys! I guess the guy getting the blowjob sensed my concern, 'cause he caught my eye and motioned a 'thumbs up' sign and a wink to me. I watched Dan line the rig up and slide it into the vein. He must have pushed the plunger in, 'cause the next thing I saw was him putting the orange plastic cap back on the needle. He raised his arm over his head and pulled the rubber tourniquet to release it. "Cough - - - cough," came the sounds from Dan - his body shuddered briefly while he threw his head back. Then he shook his head like he was trying to clear the cobwebs, and then drawled out, "Ffuuuccccckkkkkkkkk!" He dipped two fingers into the nearby tub of Crisco and then pumped several globs of J-lube into his palm. Soon, he was massaging the greasy, gooey mixture into his muscled crack, his pelvis writhing up and down off the black rubber sheet. I took a break from Brent's hole and turned my attention to Dan's. Fumbling around through the collection of dildos I'd brought with me, I grabbed my Ty Fox which was still slick from previously being up my ass. Dan's eyes were still dancing from the effects of the slam, but the way he spread his legs let me know he was aware of me and my intentions. I let the huge head of the big rubber dong graze his sensitive asslips, sending electrical impulses throughout his body. He inhaled deeply, and as he exhaled, I felt his ass start to give way. "Ooooohhhhhh, fuck!" Dan bellowed, completely giving in to his desire to get fucked. "Shove it in me, man! Rape my fuckin' hole!" he panted, as I kept a constant pressure on the big rubber-balled base of the dildo. It was so hot watchin' this big hunk of man flip from total top to total bottom - letting his inner pig come out to play. A satisfied grin came over his face when he felt the huge rubber balls grinding against his asscheeks, letting him know the huge dildo was firmly seated inside. "Uh-huh....yeah...uh-huh....mmmmm.....yeah...uh-huh," Dan mumbled, floating on the high from the slam, the warm lube and the pressure filling his ass. He was seriously grinding his jaws now, eyes closed, butt dancing while I worked the big rubber cock in and out of his hole. I loved watching his assmuscle cling to the dildo as it slid out - staying open until I shoved it back in - - - fucking bull twat!!! I felt some movement behind me, and saw that Brent had flipped over on his back and was shinnying between my legs. His warm mouth found my dangling cock, and he proceeded to gobble it up like the hungry cockwhore he'd become. The two spectators had disappeared, probably to check for other hot action - or maybe to go parTy in private. Dan was starting to show a little more awareness of what was going on, and he was digging through the pile of dildos with his right hand. He grabbed Kris Lord and held it up, gauging its size against his hunger. [Kris Lord doesn't appear any larger than Ty Fox, but its shape makes it noticeably wider, thus providing more stretch if inserted straight on. Sometimes, I'll start out with it sideways, and then rotate it to get my ass used to the width - - - or if I'm really spun, I shove it in straight for maximum impacT!!!] I let go of my hold on Ty Fox, and grabbed the new dildo from Dan. Scooped two fingers full of Crisco from the tub, pumped four gobs of j-lube into my hand and started slathering the veiny rubber shaft with the nasty concoction. By the time I was ready, Dan's hole had ejected Ty Fox, and his purplish rosebud was pulsating, begging to be filled. From experience, I knew exactly how he was feeling, so positioned the wide, meaty head against his bud and pushed. There was a slight resistance, and then the muscle gave way. The huge cock barreled its way deep into his gut, while he roared in pleasure. "Uuunnnngggghhhhhhh!" he growled. "That's it, fucker! Fuck me! Use my fuckin' hole!"

The strange man had been following me for blocks. I first noticed him when I came out of the coffee shop - I always notice a good looking guy on the street, and this one was right up my alley. Mid-40s, solid muscular build, scruffy facial hair. Nothing like my boyfriend, who is in his late 20s, smooth and athletic. Very hot, but very different from the man on the street. I saw him look away when I made eye contact with him, and didn’t think much of it as I turned and walked down the street. It was only when I came out of the convenience store a few minutes later and saw him a few doors down, pretending to be reading the paper, that I thought something was up. I kept walking, my gym bag slung over my shoulder, trying to shake the thought that he was actually following me. It’s not that it’s so unusual for men to notice me on the street - I’m good looking, 32, 6’1 180, with a very good body. So maybe this guy really was cruising me, only he’s a bit more shy than your average gawker. I was kind of excited by the prospect of being stalked like this, but I had plans for the gym, so I walked on. I glanced back several times, and saw he was still there - I was sure he was following me now, and I wanted to find out his intentions. I turned a corner and sped along half a block and ducked into an alley. I allowed enough time for him to get close, and then emerged from my hiding spot, practically running into him in the process. “What are you doing, man? Are you following me?” “I’m sorry, Joey. I didn’t want you to find out this way.” “What did you say? How do you know my name?” “Its complicated, Joey. Maybe we should go someplace and chat.” “No, dude. What the fuck? Tell me how you know my name.” “Well, OK. Your boyfriend asked me to find out what you’ve been up to. It seems some of your activities lately have made him suspicious that you may be cheating on him. So he hired me, a Private Investigator, to find out the truth. Now would you like to go someplace and chat?” I nodded, and we found a quiet coffee shop where we could speak privately. *** “So Joey, it seems you got a little careless with your computer, and your boyfriend found some things that made him wonder. What he saw wasn’t conclusive, but he said it fit with a pattern of behavior lately, you being a bit less connected, a bit distracted, maybe not quite as attentive sexually. All that by itself wasn’t enough, but when he saw that you had been browsing craigslist m4m ads when you left it up on your browser, it got him wondering. And he loves you so much, he didn’t want you to be mad if it just turned out to be his own insecurities creating this worst-case scenario, so he hired me to help him find out. And I’ve been doing some research on you for a few weeks now.” “But I never…” “I know, Joey. I know. What I’ve found out is that you have an active fantasy life. You like to browse personal ads, even place some yourself. You like to chat with other guys online, even interacting on the phone and on cam with some. But based on what I’ve observed while I’ve been watching you, I believe you when you assert that you have never cheated.” “Oh, good. So you can just tell him that and we can move on?” “Well Joey, it’s not quite that simple. I promised him I would tell him what I found out about what you’ve been doing. And I think we both know he wouldn’t be very happy to find out about the things you’ve been doing, even if it’s only online. Isn’t that right?” I blushed, and looked away. I know he would be devastated to find out about the things I’ve been fantasizing about, and the fact that I was doing it with random guys online. I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach, thinking that this could be the end of my relationship. “So Joey, here’s what I would propose. I think there’s a way we could both get what we wanted from this, and you and your boyfriend could continue on as you have been.” “Really?? How?” “Well Joey, I’ve become quite familiar with your fantasy life lately. And I have to say, I think it would be hot to make it a reality.” “Wait, what?” “You heard me. I think that you’ve been holding back on your desire to act on your fantasies, and the only way to save your relationship and have me tell your boyfriend that you’re not cheating on him, is to actually cheat. With me.”

My head was spinning. So much was happening, so fast. I discovered this gorgeous guy following me, and admit to considering how hot it would be to fuck him. But that happens all the time, and I just add it to my fantasy bank. But then he tells me he’s actually a PI and has been following me, and he knows all about the stuff I thought was so secret? And he could ruin my relationship with the man I love and have been with for over 5 years. World crashing down around me, and now he’s flipping it again and saying if I actually live out my fantasy with a hot stud like him, I can also save my relationship? “It’s really not much of a choice, is it Joey? Why don’t we go back to your place?” I looked him up and down one more time. I hadn’t realized just how hot he was when I first saw him. He really fills out his jeans, and looks like he’s packing a huge bulge. He must be 6’3 and weigh 220. Nice and beefy. My cock jumped at the thought of being with him, and I realized that going along with this was my only chance of keeping my boyfriend. So I picked up my gym bag and said, “Let’s go.” My boyfriend was away for the weekend, which he must have known. When we got to my place, as soon as my gym bag hit the floor, he pinned me against the wall and brought his face close to mine. He looked in my eyes and said, “Kiss me, Joey. Kiss your first new mouth in 5 years.” And I did. I brought my lips to his, parted them, and shoved my tongue in his throat. I had wanted to do this for so long, to connect with a new man, and here was my opportunity. I wasn’t going to waste it. I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding me close, and then I felt pressure on it, guiding me down to his neck. I slurped on his scruffy neck and then kissed down over his chest and abs through his shirt as he kept pushing me down, down. I finally reached his bulge, and felt his huge cock throbbing through his jeans against my cheek. “You feel that, Joey? That’s my desire for you. That’s the hard cock of another man, a cock that needs attention.” I undid his fly and hauled out his enormous dong. It had to be 9 inches, far bigger than my boyfriend’s 6.5. My eyes bugged out, no doubt, but my mouth watered at the sight. He said, “Go ahead. Taste your first new cock in 5 years.” I touched my tongue to the head, and quickly lost myself in the sensation of doing what I had been fantasizing about for months. I squeezed his shaft, tugged on his balls, tasted his sweet precum. I gave the best blowjob I’d given since the early days of my relationship. I wanted to swallow him whole. I went down as far as I could until I started choking, and then I felt his hand push me farther. I’d never deep throated anything that big, but in that moment I pushed past my limits and found my lips and nose nuzzled in his bush, his cock oozing into my throat. When I pulled off, his dick was coated in mucous, and my eyes were streaming tears. I was a mess, but I had just swallowed the biggest cock ever, and I knew I wanted more. And so did he. He helped me stand and said, “Take me to your bedroom, Joey.” I grabbed his hand as he stepped out of his jeans, grabbed them, and I led him down the hall to the room that Jake and I share. I hesitated only briefly before opening the door and leading him in. We both took in the surroundings - so familiar and home to me, and so clearly a room full of memories and a shared life that he was witnessing. He saw the pictures on our walls and dressers and bedside tables, the souvenirs from our travels, and he saw the bed that we sleep in together every night. Somehow he knew just where to go, and he walked to my boyfriend’s side of the bed and laid down. I stripped out of my clothes, giving him a little show as he lay where my boyfriend lays, stroking his cock as he watched me get naked. As I approached the bed, he pointed to his jeans on the floor and told me to grab what’s in the front pocket. I fumbled a bit to find it, and then pulled out a condom.My heart sank a little, but knowing this was the right choice given what I was doing, I smiled and brought it to him, “Joey, I’m going to fuck you right here in your bed. I’m going to lay where your boyfriend lays, and you’re going to sit on my dick, you’re going to take another man’s cock inside you right here. I know it’s what you’ve wanted, what you’ve dreamt of every time you and Jake have sex. I’ve read your online postings, I know the scenario you have played out a thousand times, and we’re going to do it for real. Here. Now.” With that, he grabbed the rubber and tore it open, deftly sliding it onto his throbbing cock. I straddled him and stroked him, feeling how hard and ready he was to penetrate me. As I felt his head find my hole, I looked over at the full length mirror next to the bed - the mirror in which I had watched my boyfriend and I have sex so many times - and I saw myself poised to be fucked. And I saw him, this hunk of a man laying in my boyfriend’s spot, preparing to fulfill my every fantasy. So gorgeous, so new, awakening synapses in my body I’d forgotten could fire - the excitement of the first time all over again. I bore down as I turned to look at him. I saw the lust in his eyes, as he no doubt saw in mine. I watched his expression as his head pushed into me, popping inside my tight hole. It had been years since I’d had anything close to this big inside me - I never had, actually, but Jake’s is so much smaller. It hurt, but I took my time, breathing, running my hands over his chest through his shirt - I was so focused on his cock I’d forgotten to help him get completely naked. I concentrated on opening myself to him, on the way it felt to allow a new man into my hole. I tried not to think about how many times I had done this very thing with Jake, in this very spot. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but at the same time I knew it was what I wanted, what I needed in that moment. And this man was just about as perfect for the job as anyone I'd ever fantasized about. He understood my need, it felt like he truly knew me, maybe even better than I knew myself. I continued to take him deeper, feeling more full inside than I ever had before. Physically, he was hitting places that had never been touched before, and there was an added element of fulfillment too - finally giving in to the desires I had held so close for so long. Before long, I could feel his bush against my ass and I knew one final push and he would be balls deep. I smiled down at him, and I pushed down against his enormous cock and felt his final inch enter me. I had done it - I had taken the biggest cock I'd ever attempted to take. And it felt amazing. Then he started to fuck me. And oh, was he a good fuck. I had thought the sex with Jake was connected, bonding, emotional. But there was something about what I was doing that took things to a very different place, somewhere I wasn't sure I was ready to go. But he took me there with his thrusts. I'd never felt like I needed a cock inside me the way I felt like I needed his. When he would pull out, all I wanted was to feel it inside me deep again. And that's when he said, "Joey.. I gained access to more of your online life than what Jake knows about. It's my job to investigate and discover truths. And I know from your tumblr account about some of the other things that you fantasize about."

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

I prefer when the bottom doesn't get hard while getting bred because all concentration and feeling is centered in his cunt. I like his soft cock flopping around as he is getting rough fucked. I especially like the ones who can't even remember the last time they shot a load because it's all about their pussies - but, once in awhile accidents do happen and I end up fucking the cum out of the cock and sperm whore.

It was a Saturday night in November and I was craving sex. After dinner, I did a clean out, grabbed my small bottle of lube and drove to the local abs, 20 minutes away. There were only 3 other vehicles in the parking lot, one of them a large suv with New York license plates and a decal from a Brooklyn dealership on the trunk. Walking inside, I paid the $5.00 fee and went to the video arcade. Rounding a corner, I spotted 2 black guys who looked to be in their late 20's. One was 6' with a shaved head, the other was 5'10" with short hair. Both wore white wife-beaters and black nylon basketball shorts, obviously with nothing underneath. "Let's give it another half hour and if there's no action, we'll head back to the hotel." The taller one said. "Is my stink as bad as I think it is?" Approaching them, I stopped and before the shorter guy could reply and taking a deep sniff, I said, "Your stink isn't bad at all! It sure is good to hear my native tongue in this place. Brooklyn in da house! Moved down here 13 years ago." They both laughed and the taller one asked, "You really like my stink?" He grabbed my head and gently moved it into his sweaty armpit. Reveling in the pungent scent, I sniffed deeply and licked the sweat from his pit. "There's something specifically masculine about the sweaty aroma of a man and it's not limited to his pits. It can be his pubes, his ass and even his feet. For me, manstink is better than poppers." "How do you like mine?" The shorter one asked, moving my head to his armpit. Once again, I sniffed and licked. This guy's stink was equally strong, yet different from the first guy. "Mmmm! You both stink good!" "Damn, you're a freak!" The taller one said, squeezing his crotch. Looking down, I could see that both guys were getting aroused. "Freak, pig, slut, tramp, I've been called many names, all true. Never been paid for it, so I'm not a whore. I'm all man, so I'm nobody's bitch, cunt or pussy. As you can see, I've got a big mouth. You can take the boy out of Brooklyn, but you can't take Brooklyn out of the boy!" "Pig seems to suit you!" The shorter one said. "I'm Jesse and this is Lemar. Right now, Brooklyn is colder than a witches tit, so a bunch of us drove down here for some decent weather. So pig, do you like black cock?" Licking my lips, I said, "To be honest, I like all cock, but I LOVE black cock, as well as black cum, black piss and black ass. I'm Eliot and if you guys are interested, you need to know one thing. Kissing is a must!" Jesse and Lemar looked at each other and they smiled in agreement. "Yeah, we're interested. There are 3 more of us back at our motel and we all love to kiss. Before we make definite plans, you need to know 2 things, we party and we NEVER play safe." He said. "Music to my ears!" I replied. "I've NEVER had a condom on or in me, so naturally, I'm POZ. Aunt T has been known to visit me on occasion too. Where are you guys staying and how long? Do you just want me for tonight or do I need to stop at home and get my meds?" "We're staying at ****Motel in room 111 and since we don't have to be back in Brooklyn til Wednesday, we'll head back Monday night." Lemar replied. "If you're as piggy as you claim to be, plan on staying as long as you can, so you might want to get your meds. All of us are POZ too. Three of us are total tops, 1 is versatile and 1 is a total bottom. We also have Cialis if tinadick is an issue. Do you mind if we go into a booth and we can sample each other?" "Fine with me." I said. "The booth at the end should be big enough for the 3 of us. I know where your motel is and I'll probably be there 15 minutes after you if we leave at the same time. Hope you like what you sample of me, because I know I'll love what I'll sample of you guys." I led them to the large booth and locked the door behind us. Lemar and Jesse stood in front of me. "Who do I sample first?" I asked. "Me first!" Jesse declared. "Lemar, you get behind him and see what his hole is like!" Grabbing the waistband of Jesse's shorts, I slid them down, revealing a semi hard uncut cock, oozing precum. I took it into my mouth and in seconds it reached its 9" fullness. At the same time, I felt Lemar pulling down my shorts and as he inserted a finger up my butt, I felt Jesse's cock go past my tonsils and I was rewarded with the scent of his sweaty pubes. "Mmmmm!" I moaned. "He's got a nice, tight hole!" Lemar exclaimed, removing his finger and licking it. Bending down, he spread my butt cheeks and thrust his tongue inside. "Tasty and he hosed out!" "You need to feel his sweet mouth on your dick!" Jesse said, pulling out of my mouth. "Let's switch positions so I can get me a sample of that ass." Next thing I knew, Lemar was in front of me, shorts down, sporting 8" cut with huge balls. He grabbed me by my ears and started to skullfuck me. Jesse's tongue was inside me in a flash as I deepthroated Lemar and sniffed the scent of his lush pubes. One thing I noticed was that they had identical bio hazard tats to the left of their pubes. "Damn, you really are a pig!" Lemar said, pulling out of my mouth. "How did you ever get out of Brooklyn without running into us? You should get your meds before you join us, because I think the 5 of us will be having lots of fun with you." "Sounds like a plan!" I said. "If you guys don't mind, I'd like to sample a taste of your butts before we leave." "Feel free." Lemar said, turning around and spreading his hairy butt cheeks. I thrust my tongue inside and savored the sweet, sweaty musky flavor, slurping audibly. "You're next, Jesse!" I declared and he backed his butt onto my face. Jesse had a smooth ass, yet it was tasty just the same. "When I ain't sucking dick, I hope someone will be sitting on my face!" "Our friends would raise hell if we kept you here to ourselves," Jesse said, "so let's get this show on the road. Before we leave, give me your cellphone and I'll give you mine. This way, if there are any snags, we can get in touch." The 3 of us pulled up our shorts and Jesse and I exchanged cellphones to put our numbers into them. With that done, we left the booth and walked out of the abs together. "See you soon!" I said as we got to our respective vehicles. "Don't start without me and don't even think about washing off your stink!" To be continued

1. Cum dripped out of my swollen, gaping hole as I pulled my briefs up and stood to crack my back. It’s funny, I thought as I felt the backside of my briefs become damp with sperm, three weeks ago I never would have thought to let a man cum inside me, and now, I couldn’t get enough. That was before I had met Simon; however, before Simon had told me how hot I was, how much he liked me; before he had eaten out my hole till he could slide three fingers inside of me without resistance; and before he had charmed me to let him slip, just the tip of his fat cock into my hole raw. I slid my hand down the backside of my briefs and felt my wet hole. The sounds of the others came through the closed door clearly; there were still plenty of me out there. I can go just a few more rounds, I thought, and kicked off my slightly damp underwear. My name is Justin, I’m twenty five and just finished my last year of grad school. At five foot ten I’m not the tallest of men, but I’m what my ex-girlfriend called “Nerd hot.” The short of guy you see with unkempt hair, dark rimmed slightly unfashionable glasses, and a tweed jacket with elbow patches and you think he’s sort of cute but nothing special until they take their clothes off and you realize that tweed jacket and button down shirt were hiding a tight six pack, broad chest and a sizable amount of chest hair. I had one girl actually laugh in surprise when I took my pants of the first time and she saw my seven-inch soft cock. For the past twenty-five years I have identified as 97% straight, every once in a while I’ve come across a guy that does it for my but that’s pretty rare and rarer still would be the circumstances under which anything would happen. I am, however, a liberal man of the modern era and so when I was in London visiting my Stepbrother and he invited me to go to the gay bar with his friends, I was more then happy to attend. Ryan, who had always been the more athletic masculine of the two of us, had come out to his mother and my father when he was fifteen; I was sixteen at the time. Most of my friends thought that I should be weirded out by this (“What if he’s checking you out after you get out of the shower?”) but I never was. Ryan was not one of the 3% of guys that I’m attracted too although I did find out after catching him in bed with one of his boyfriends over a summer break in college that he had a massive cock. After college Ryan had started working for a publishing company and soon after was transferred to their offices in London. At twenty-four he already had a massive flat near to the city center and a damn nice office in their high-rise office. When I graduated for grad school I decided to fly to England for the summer before looking for work and visit Ryan for a while. Two nights after I got there Ryan invited me to join him and his friends at a gay bar downtown. Having just finished a long semester of school I was down for drinking where ever. So we got dressed, Ryan in a pair of tight jeans and a black wife beater that showed off his broad football player chest and his massive arms, he honestly looked like Rugby Ken; and I in a slim fit button down shirt and loose fitting jeans. It was at the bar that I met Simon. He came in late, a little bit after all of the others, and took the only available seat in the little booth (next to me) that six of us now occupied in the corner of this bar. The six-foot three, black haired, blue eyed, pail skinned god smiled as he slid in next to me. “Ayope, ‘o’s this then,” he ask in a gruff south London accent. “My step brother Justin, he’s straight so put your cock back in your pants,” answered Ryan, a slight twinge of a British accent had started to color the edges of his words in the years sense he’d moved here. “Eh, he’s aright. Ain’t yeh Justin?” Simon asked me. I laughed a little and nodded trying to remain calm, I had never been so attracted to a guy in my entire life. He wore no shirt, claiming it had had gotten soaked in the rain just a little bit ago. His small pink nipples stood erect out of a thick coat of dark hair all across is massive pecks. Tight blue jeans hugged his muscular legs, and the outline of his cock running down his left pant leg was obvious. He was stunningly masculine in his appearance and domineer. The rest of the party continued to talk and Simon quickly jumped into the conversation. I didn’t know what I wanted from him but I wanted something. I wanted him somehow. As he chatted with his friends his hand slid from the table and slowly made it’s way to rest on my leg just above the knee.

I have an interesting relationship with an ex-boyfriend. He's seeing someone else and they are happy together. Own a house and go camping. It's good. But every now and then he craves my thick, beefy butt. We don't see each other twice a week...it's once every six months or so. Eight months or more. We see each other online and say, 'Oh hey. Been a while. We should get together.' Sex with Brent is like sex with an angry deer. LOL. He is a gentle man. He's thick and beefy, totally a bear. Hairy everywhere with a very thick 8.5 inch cock. When he puts it in a cockring it gets fatter. And then he starts grunting. He and I rut like forest animals when we fuck. He gets aggressive and a few years ago we started fucking bare...but never to climax. He always pulled out. I was fascinated with bb sex but never really took the plunge and would *never* let a guy cream me, even an old friend and occasional fuck budy like Brent. Good guy. Smelled sweaty and clean during sex. But you can't just...take loads. Everyone knows that. Brent and I fucked bare and that was the furthest I had gone. But things have been changing for me and the fantasy of bb was not enough. I am fixated watching videos of guys creaming while deep inside...I am almost turned off but cum-on-the-hole shots. Some of them are sexy, especially when they push it into the bottom's ass but I prefer the scenes where you watch the top's balls contract and you know he's unloading as deep as he possibly can go. That drives me nuts. Brent and I reconnected last week and decided to get together. It had been a while. A long while...maybe a year? After a few missed schedules, we finally connected this morning. At his house, we caught up and smoked some weed. He took off his shirt and scratched his hairy pec. He walks around the house in nothing but shorts all the time anyway, so it was funny to see him wearing a shirt when I answered the door. We had talked online about how my fixation on bb sex was growing stronger and I needed to feel it..really know what it felt like when a man unloaded inside me. There's big debate on whether or not the bottom can 'feel' it but I knew for me it would be more about the psychological thrill of letting a rutting, sweating, grunting, big-dicked top do what nature intendedh him to do: breed. Breed deep. Get that sperm swimming in the pink. We sucked each others' hairy chests and kissed a little. More about fucking for us now, so kissing was not a big part of the equation. But we kissed in appreciation for each other's sexiness and he grabbed my ass in the red jockstrap I wore. I sucked his dick and it was fat as I remembered. Starts out all medium-sized and then after sucking it gets harder and fatter and his mild-mannered demeanor gets set aside as he starts to fuck-grunt and accept how powerful it feels having a man kneel and suck your meat like it's god's gift to human existence. Brent likes the back of my throat and his hands grabbed my head and helped himself to getting in deeper....he'd hold his dick there...in my throat while I tried to breathe. If he came right at that moment, I'd never taste a drop. That deep. At one point he looked down at me and said, "We're only going to use spit. So get it as sloppy as you can." He rimmed my ass for a while and that was hot, hearing him grunting back there. But for him, it's only about getting the hole ready for acceptance...he's not into rimming for ass-eating sake....no, it's a necessary part of his breeding. He eats ass and gets it wet. He wants my saliva and his to be all that's needed, so even if it's not his thing, he's enthusiastic about it, spitting in the hole and pushing it in with his tongue. When Brent fucks, he goes balls deep as soon as possible. He wants to make sure I feel every inch of it and that gentle part of him is driven into a lust frenzy by this point, so his big swinging cock is already dripping precum and my saliva by the time he drives it home. Balls fucking deep. He warned me to take a hit of poppers first, and I did, so when he pushed into my guts, the sensation was intense and like coming home. I welcomed him into me and he groaned on my back, right into my ear. "I'm raw inside you," he said. He says I'm the only guy he fucks around with besides his partner and the infrequent one-off...but he doesn't fuck raw with anyone but his partner and me. I don't know if that's true. We've known each other for years now, so I suspect it is. But that means getting his raw cock inside me *means* something. He's trusting me with the gift of his big, bloated penis as it drips precum in my chute. He fucked me while I was on my stomach and then on my back, then leaning over the bed corner where he got really deep. But he likes me in missionary position with my knees bent because it's the most vulnerable position and a bottom has little defenses against that kind of fuck - it just goes as deep as he wants. I say 'ouch' occasionally and he grins this wicked grin, like he is tired of being Mr. Nice Guy and now he will just fuck as deep and hard as he always wanted to do...and he does. He pounds me. I started talking dirty to him about how good it felt, his big raw dick, the possibility of breeding, and how slick my insides would be if he decided to unload his sperm. His dick gets even harder when I talk this way so while we have never bred, I know he wants this. His preferred place to cum is my throat...but I think that's because he's been conditioned to not want this...to breed...it's wrong to want this kind of pleasure of dominating a bottom with sperm. But he does want it. And he fucks me harder. We find this great position with me on my side and stomach while he nails me from behind and I keep talking about how great he feels, his big cock assaulting all my pink and tender flesh. when I talk about my pink guts and how the swollen, soft colon is getting beat up bad, he gets harder. He likes that he's abusing my flesh. He likes that his hard cock is making it hurt inside me. And feel amazing. I think it turns him on that unleashing this side of him turns me on because he wants it to be good for me too so he gets to be as selfish as he wants...but also knows that I love it. He starts pumping harder and says into my ear, "Today...today I'm not going to pull out. Am i?" "No," I say. "I want it. I want your sperm. I want you to cream my guts that almost never saw a load up there. It's almost virgin cum territory up there. Enough colon left or a man to claim part of it as his own." This kind of talk makes him harder, me too, and he grabs my dick to find it soaked in precum. I mean...soaked. I precum a ton and my entire jockstrap was wet like it came out of the washer. LOL. This made him hard and he sucked his fingers and rubbed it on his face, which made him fuck harder. "Here it comes," he said and then he started grunting hard into my ear. My mind race - was I really taking sperm? After so many years of denial, it's shocking, absolutely shocking that a man would do this to me and I would willingly let him. I gasped. He growled, like a fuckin' bear growl and he just started pistoning and I knew...I knew he was unloading. I didn't feel it inside me....not at first, but then it got very slippery, very wet. He kept fucking and pumping and grunting and sweating onto me and he just pounded that dick harder. My insides were completely soaked. I could feel that. As his last strokes were his dick getting soft and then plopping out, it felt like his cock was withdrawing from a bathrub full to the rim of semen. I couldn't believe how wet I felt. I'm home now. This happened an hour ago. Brent's juice is still inside me right now.

You won't believe this. So, I'm just going to post it in the fiction section. My boyfriend and I have been close friends with a poz couple for a cfew years now. Luke and Manny are really awesome guys that make us laugh constantly. We had them over for dinner often and shared a passion for good wines. Truth be told, I loved the stories they'd tell us after a flew glasses. A few weeks ago, we had a usual dinner gathering. Luke arrived with a black eye that evening. And when asked about it, he said "it's stupid .. I don't wanna talk about it." So, we didn't press on the issue. We enjoyed our dinner; and had a nice wine to follow. When my boyfriend and Manny went to the kitchen to clean up, I insisted Luke tell me what happened. Luke and I were rather close, much the same way Manny and my boyfriend were too. And so Luke confessed, "Okay .. please don't tell anyone ... this is so embarrassing. But, I asked Manny to dickslap my face me with his cock as hard as he could. And that monstercock of his ended up causing a bruise." I stifled my laugh. And then I realized my dick got instantly hard at the thought. Everyone new that Manny had a big dick. I thought of it on more than one occasion, but his poz status and my friendship to Luke kept him "off limits." Oh .. and my boyfriend too. Okay .. I strayed on my boyfriend a couple of times before. *shhhh* The night ended with more laughs. And as I lay in bed, I couldn't help but to imagine what it would feel like to have Manny's big dick strike me so hard in the face, that it could cause a bruise. Then, I imagined what a damaging cock like that might feel like inside me. I quickly dismissed the idea and fell off to sleep. About a week later, we had another dinner gathering. Only, my boyfriend was out of town for a conference. Luke and Manny showed up and we did the normal dinner and wine routine. Usually, we split two bottles among four people. It didn't occur to me to adjust my drinking pattern now that were only a group of three tonight. Luke drank a little too much too. Shortly after dinner and wine, Luke complained that the wine went right to his had and asked if he could rest in the guest room. I didn't give it much thought. And Manny helped Luke into the guest room while I started to clean up the kitchen. The wine was starting to hit me then too. Manny came in and offered to help. "There's a little more wine left. Want me to put in the fridge?" Manny asked me. "You can't refrigerate wine. That's just tacky!" I said with a hint of obnoxious drunkenness. "We gotta finish it." So, Manny poured the rest between the two of us. I finished the dishes while Manny talked about the motorcycle he had been refurbishing. I'm usually good at handling my alcohol. But, it's clear I miscalculated the impact of my intake that evening. Things start to get a little hazy here. I know I got kinda light headed. And I remember asking Manny to help me to my bedroom since I was having a difficult time standing on my feet. When he put me into bed, I do remember reaching for his groin and just grabbing at his dick and laughing. Manny pulled my hand away, which only made me want it more. I blurted out something mostly incoherent but Manny knew what I meant. At best, I said something like "I know your big dick causes black eyes!" I found it hilarious; and my loosened inhibitions found it beyond arousing. I have to say I respect how Manny didn't take advantage of the situation. I can't say that I did the same. I told him I thought I was gonna be sick and ask him to take me to the bathroom. My memory gets a bit hazier here .. but I remember some of it. I just wanted an excuse for him to touch me and help me along. His forearms were so toned and his biceps strained the confines of the tshirt that wrapped them. I made excuses to lean on him and fumble every step. Once in the bathroom, I again grabbed at his dick. He protested once again. But, I was determined. Somehow, I regained full motor control and quickly pulled down his linen pants and underwear. Within seconds, I had my mouth around his dick. And, now he couldn't stop me. He moaned involuntarily. I think I technically raped his cock with my mouth, but I don't care. It was lovely! I remember sucking him; and I remember begging him to fuck me. And that's where the memory gets very foggy. I remember feeling his big dick slide in my crack. I remember him confessing how much he loved my ass and wanted to fuck me. I do remember his tongue in my hole and how amazing that felt. And the rest is gone. The next morning, I woke up and my ass felt a soreness I never experienced. I recalled the night before. I was still out of sorts; and grabbed for my phone as I usually did when I awoke. A new text message from Manny. "Thanks for begging for it. I hope you don't regret it. I tried not to cum in you, but I lost control. :-( " It occurred to me that he shot a poz load in my ass. Holy fuck! Terror overwhelmed me for the moment. I felt sick to my stomach. In time, it passed. As I thought about his big cock and hot body, I only regretted that I didn't remember him fucking me. I texted him back with "I want more." Damnit, why did I send that I thought to myself. I felt somewhat relieved that the event was behind me and I planned to get tested soon. I know Manny was on meds and undetectable. So I felt less anxious about the situation. It wasn't until the next morning that I really freaked out. As I splashed my face with water, I saw that I now had a black eye too.

Fucked a cute blonde twink today against a tree in a caravan park. He never asked about condoms so he got my bare cock up his arse and a nice big load pumped right in him. Smacked him on the arse after I'd cum and sent him on his way.

The modern 4th generation Antibody/P24 Antigen lab blood test can pick up a Poz result starting at about three weeks after exposure. More than 95% of people are producing sufficient antibodies to test Poz by four weeks. The standard Western Blot confirmatory test is netorious for taking about 5-6 weeks to register. If you really think you're experiencing suro-conversion illness the doctor or clinic can order NAAT RNA testing which looks for the actual virus, rather than antibodies or angigen. It can detect the virus at about 10-12 days. There is no need to wait for three months to get tested. Since you think you are experiencing the fuck flu, (if it acually is HIV), there is probably enough immyne response to be found by the antibody/antigen test. Rather than wait and worry go get tested NOW. Better for your own health. Better for the health of they guys you play with. Better for your broader gay community.

Well if you have any questions, I'd be more than willing to start an online or voice chat, via whatever medium works for you. I think my depth of knowledge could probably handle whatever "interestsing" direction you wanted to take it in.

I made it home in record time, threw my meds and a few packs of cigs in a plastic bag and was on my way. Some 35 minutes later, I parked my car next to the suv and called Jesse's number. "Your pig is here!" I announced, as I reached their room and knocked on the door. Jesse opened the door and once I was inside, he locked it behind me. "Since we all love to kiss, we might as well give you a proper welcome." He said, pulling me close and putting his mouth on mine. I thrust my tongue between his lips and he practically sucked it inside. A few seconds later, his tongue was nearly at my tonsils as we swapped spit. "You already know Lemar." He said, stepping away as Lemar wrapped his arms around me, reaching down to squeeze my ass as we kissed. Jesse tapped Lemar on the shoulder and he steeped away. "This is Donelle. He looks like a mean mothafucka, but he's a real sweetheart." Donelle stood at about 6'4" with a big afro and he was solid muscle. A passionate kisser, he nearly sucked my tongue out of his mouth. "Next is Billy Dee, or as we call him tootsie roll, he's skinny, but he's fat where it counts!" Billy Dee had a thick stache and at 5'11", he was my height. A sloppy kisser, he was someone I was looking forward to fucking with. "Last, but not least is Curtis who is the freakiest of us!" Before we kissed, Curtis nipped at my earlobe and whispered, "We meet again!" Though we'd never exchanged names, Curtis and I knew each other back in Brooklyn, from a roadside cruising area. After a prolonged kiss, I said, "Curtis and I go way back." "Not just way back, but deep.....real deep!" Curtis said, winking at me. "You've all heard me tell you about the guy who was like a convict on death row, who ate my ass like it was his last meal. This is the guy and to this day, nobody has ever eaten my ass like him. He also knows how to fuck my hole til I cum, then he pulls out, licks up my cum, felches my hole and snowballs with me. I realize you got 5 of us to play with, but I hope we get to make up for lost time." Of course, I blushed but it was not from shame but from pride. "Curtis gives me too much credit." I said. "He's got a sweet, fuzzy butt that's made for eating and fucking. I probably don't need to tell you how Curtis works his butt muscles." "Let's chill a bit before we get hot n heavy." Jesse said. "Eliot, set your stuff on top of the dresser and sit down on the bed. We should probably pop some Cialis right now. Do you want beer or water to wash it down with?" "Since we'll be joined by Aunt T tonight, I think I'll go with water." I replied. "Hopefully, this won't sound too freaky to you guys, but I prefer recycled beer and I drink from the tap. Beerpiss gives me a nice buzz and tinapiss is even better. If there are no objections, you can all use me as your personal urinal for as long as I'm here." Raising his eyebrows, Donelle said, "Damn, that's nasty, but I'll give it a try." As a group, the other 4 expressed their agreement. "You have got to be the freakiest white guy I've ever met!" "White only in the technical sense," I chuckled. "I consider myself multiracial and multicultural by injection and ingestion. You might say I'm a walking United Nations!" Suddenly, it dawned on me that all 5 guys were dressed alike. "Do you guys all work together? I only ask because you're all wearing identical clothes." "Yeah, we all work together." Donelle said. "Jesse owns a moving company and we work with him and I say with because he never acts like a boss." Sitting next to me, he gave me a friendly peck on the cheek, grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest. I could feel his nipple harden with my touch. "Piggy and freaky is all well and good, but I think you're a sexy man. I can't speak for the others, but I think you and me are gonna be good friends." "Sexy, me?!" I said, completely aghast. "Over 50, with a bit of a belly is hardly sexy. At my age and in my shape, piggy and freaky is all I've got going for me." "Nonsense, a man can be sexy at any age!" Donelle said, practically purring. "As for having a few extra pounds, it gives me more to touch and kiss. Would you consider moving back to Brooklyn?" To say that I was flattered would be the height of understatement. Donelle was certainly a handsome man and quite a charmer, but it was an offer I couldn't possibly accept. Even 15 years after breaking up with my ex, I was still gunshy and I knew I could never be monogamous. "Moving back to Brooklyn is out of the question." I told him. "I moved down here for the same reason you guys are here now. The winters are too fuckin cold." "I have a king size 4 poster bed with a fluffy down comforter and if that's not enough, I'll keep you warm." Donelle said. "Jesse owns a big brownstone and we all have our own apartments. Say the word and I'll ask Jesse to give you a job." "You make it sound very tempting, Donelle. Even if the climate wasn't an issue, I'm in no shape for such strenuous work." I said. "My aren't you 2 getting cozy." Curtis said with only a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he sat on my other side . "Donelle is a romantic at heart. He shows up with a dozen roses on a first date. The man who gets him is lucky, but unfortunately, I'm not his type." To be continued

I was traveling, had a stop over and spent the last night in an airport hotel. Arrived in the evening and saw two men, obviously father and son, about 50 and 20, both pretty cute, checking into their room right before me. I went to the hotel's sauna later, and I was alone there in the beginning. There was a nice steam bath. I got naked (as it is the custom in central Europe) and sat in the steam. A few minutes later someone entered the steam room. It was the son. He took a sit opposite of me, watching me every couple of seconds. He was wearing swimwear. "Is it okay to sit here naked?" he asked after a short while, and I told him "pretty much". He got rid of his pants and exposed a half erect fuck toy which looked like a fire hose. I hadn't cummed in a week and was pretty horny, and immediately I felt my blood pulsing in my cock, which stood up in a second. Quicker than I could imagine, the boy was in front of me and pushed my head down his meat until my nose was deep in his bushy pubes. Even though he was not really hard yet, I had problems to take this anaconda all the way into my throat. I pushed him away, lifted my ass and turned a bit around. With no hesitation he moved behind me and before I could say a word, he pushed his cock inside me that I almost fainted. No lube, no condoms asked, two brutal thrusts and he was balls deep. I let him continue with no comment, and after a few seconds I could tell that he was shooting about 8 shots while he gave me his last 8 thrusts. He pulled out immediately and left without a word. What a poor lover - but so hot. I opened the cold shower and stood under it for two long minutes until I was almost freezing though still in the steam. Suddenly the door opend and in stepped - the father. I was a bit frightened for a second, but obviously he did not run into his son before. He asked me, if there is anyone else around here, and I said no. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but when he saw me sitting naked, he opened it and exposed this very similar huge piece of meat. He was pretty much builtr like his son, only much more hairy. I closed my eyes and did nothing but exposing myself to his view. After a while I took a look, and saw him sitting there with a huge boner. "Wow, you are pretty big" I said. "Yeah, too big for most people..." he said. "Really?, not for me, I think". I bluntly lifted my ass and turned around, and this guy was as spontaneous and horny as his son had been. In no time he was behind me and entered me without wasting time or words. It took him much longer to get close, and so I could really enjoy a good fuck. Just thinking that this man's own son's jizz was serving the dad as lube in my ass was so hot that the situation made me cum after a few moments. I shot my load quietly without him noticing, and so he continued the fuck until he became slower and I could tell that he gave me all his liquid boys with a dozen heavy thrusts. I sank down on the bench wasted. He thanked me and went out. The next morning, when I saw them in the breakfast room, I had their loads still inside me.

I've luckily had a pretty good string of fun encounters lately (fingers crossed that it continues), and here's the latest one: There is a very, very short list of guys that I can never turn down or tell them no. Very few. One of them is a hot 6-2, 195-pound muscled black 25-year-old who travels through this area about once a month and always stays at a local hotel, and he was here last night. Back story: The first and only time I was with him was about 2 months ago. He topped me raw, and even though his online status says negative, I found out later that he has told people that he's positive and not on meds. About 10 days after he topped me, I came down with the flu for almost a full week. I haven't been tested yet, but going to do that soon, so I guess we'll know for sure. I haven't communicated with him since that night, but I got online last night and saw him quickly, and he saw me. And as soon as he said he was looking for fun, I was on the road and headed his way 15 minutes down the road. I get to his room -- totally dark, except for the glow of the TV -- and he swings open the door completely naked, already hard. The 10 inches hanging between his legs is just as amazing as I remembered. Within seconds we're in bed with him on his back and me sucking him to see exactly how hard I can get him before he takes over. I work his dick, his balls and his inner thighs with my tongue for a couple of minutes before he says "You ready?", and I immediately roll onto my back and he lifts my legs over his shoulders. He spits on his dick and slides in quickly, just like last time, although oddly this time there was no initial pain as his dick dove inside me. His 10 inches initially hurt last time and even drew a little blood (as I discovered later when I got home), but this time felt totally natural and smooth. Possibly because I was so focused on running my hands up and down his muscular arms and feeling his abs as they contracted when he thrusted. It was as hot as it sounds. As he fucked me slowly, I swear that I ran my hands across every part of his body that I could reach. It felt amazing, and I was as eager for him to unload as he was. He'd only been in me about 10 minutes before he finally shot, with no warning, and I could easily feel 5 or 6 spasms inside me. He finally let out a faint moan as I felt his final spasm. I cleaned up quickly and headed on my way. We never kissed, barely made eye contact and I still don't know his name, but he remains one of the hottest -- maybe the hottest -- top I've ever had, and I can't wait for the next round.

Met a dude that lives near me on grindr. Didn't discuss condoms or status at all. We were making out and he started rimming me. He put some spit on his dick and pushed it in me. Fucked me and kissed me and didn't even ask if he could cum inside, he just told me he was cumming and pushed all the way in. Second load is my friend that loves sloppy seconds. Went to his job and he bred me in the employee bathroom. Rimmed me after and we made out.

me, today. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=zJePx-G192-

4. “I’m going to go jump in the shower,” Ryan said, slapping me on the ass as Tommy pulled off his shirt. I had assumed Tommy he was somewhat twinkish, and therefore was completely unprepared to see his tight runner’s body was completely covered by thick dark red hair. He smiled at my obvious shock. “I started growing chest hair when I was twelve,” he said, his fingers hooked into the waste band of his track pants. Dropping them to the the ground, he stepped out of them, standing in a pair of white briefs that barely contained the considerable bulge that was forming there. Do all of Ryan’s friends have big cocks? I wondered. “Well, are you just gonna stand there bustin’ out of your briefs or are you going to fuck me?” I asked, quickly becoming more comfortable with my new lust for cock. “You’re really ready to get fucked again, after your stepbrother just bred you like that.” I found his Irish accent intoxicating, and perhaps for that reason the thought of turning down his cock didn't even cross my mind. Whatever the reason, now that I had had a taste of bare sex, I was insatiable. “Hell yes," I responded as I flopped back on the bed, drew my legs into the air, exposing my cummy hole to his inspection. Just to further entice him I added "Plus all that cum up there will make great lube.” Tommy didn’t need to be told again, he tossed his briefs aside his uncut cock springing up. “You’re more of a cum slut then I am,” he said, lining up his still sheathed head up with my swollen hole. We both groaned as he sunk into my wet guts, my hole quickly opening to take his uncut, beer can of a cock, to the base. Tommy leaned forward, holding his cock inside me and kissed me softly. He slowly rocked his cock in and out of me as we kissed, his hands roaming over my body. I groaned into his mouth, waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Tommy seemed intent on making this one last as he slowly pumped my hole. “Simon was the one who POZed me,” he whispered after a long time, “he picked me up at a bar one night and convinced me to take him raw and after about a week of him filling me with his spunk I caught it. Best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He kissed me softly again, but started to fuck me a little harder his thrusts eliciting little squeaks and grunts from my occupied mouth. “Did you even like guys before Simon fucked you,” he asked a little while later. “Sorta but I’d never done anything,” I answered in the same soft whisper tone. “So you went from being straight to getting fucked by your stepbrother and all of his friends in one night. Damn Simon’s good, and I’m fucking grateful cause I thought you were so hot.” He drew his cock all the way out and slammed it back in again several times, a soft squishing sound now accompanying his thrusts. He shifted his weight putting his hands flat on the bed over my shoulders and rocking his hips forward to pound into me harder. I stared into his brilliant green eyes as sweat formed on his face from the effort of his fucking. As I looked at him I noticed a sweaty, bushy, dark ginger pit just over my head. I sat up a little and licked it. Tommy groaned a little and I continued to lap at the musky pit until I was eating out his pit and he fucked me all the harder for it. After about twenty minutes as Tommy’s thrusts were starting to get rougher and his breathing irregular I head Ryan get out of the shower and go into his room, talking to the two men who had been sleeping in there. “I’m going to cum in you,” Tommy panted. “Do it, please!” “God you ass is so good!” “Thanks, your cock feels ama…” I never finished that sentence as Tommy slammed into me as hard as he could, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He let out a long calming breath as his balls emptied into my guts. He kissed me again and pulled out slowly. “Stay there,” he said, heading to the door, “sounds like the other two are up and ready to breed your hole as well.”

3. When I woke up the next morning Simon was gone. I stretched and rubbed a finger across my still slightly tender hole, feeling the slight stickiness left by his cum. My cock twitched slightly as I thought about what had happened the night before. I swung me feet out of the bed, grabbed a pair of gym shorts from the floor, and tugging them on, headed into the kitchen to make some coffee. The door to Ryan’s bedroom was open I can could see two of Ryan’s friends still sprawled out across his bed, another passed out on the couch. Just as I was pouring water into the top of the coffee maker, Ryan came in the front door covered in sweat, just back from his morning run. “Oh good, coffee,” he whispered, so as not to wake up the various sleepers around the apartment, crossing over to the little kitchen. He stood a few feet away from me waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. I didn’t know what it was but something in his eyes made me a little uneasy and then he said, “Simon told me what happened.” “What?” I stammered. “That he fucked you. I always guessed that you weren’t completely straight, but I never guessed that he was your type though.” “I’ve never done.…” “…anything like that before.” “Really?” “Yeah.” “So he was your first.” Ryan inched closer to me. “Yeah, I guess he was.” “So are you his now? “What?” “Did he claim you?” I had no idea what he meant. “No.” “Too bad,” Ryan was now very close to me, closer then I think we had been in a long time. “Simon’s pretty good about sharing, knows that I like sloppy seconds.” He put his hands on my hips and drew my crotch to his, both of us starting to tent out or gym shorts a little bit. I suddenly found myself looking at Ryan quite differently, I guess being my stepbrother, I had never considered him an option but now that he was making the first move my opinion was quickly changing. I looked down at his broad powerful body, the massive pecs slick with sweat, the thin treasure trail of light brown hair (naturally the only hair on his torso) leading down into his skimpy black running shorts now bulging with his semi, the stench of man that wafted off of him all suddenly became very attractive to me. My cock throbbed and I suddenly knew what I wanted, I wanted to get fucked again, and Ryan was no longer my stepbrother but a means to that end. I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, tasting the sweat that lingered there, and said, “We don’t need Simon for that. I’ll share with you any time.” Ryan smiled and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue in my mouth. The coffee completely forgotten, we tumbled into my vacant bedroom and hurriedly disrobed. Ryan’s cock was even bigger then I remembered, and was thick, with an angry looking vein running across the top, and surrounded by a thick bunch of light brown pubes. It was beautiful. I made to get on my knees and suck his cock as I had done for Simon but Ryan had other plans. He grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, pushing me down onto the bed on all fours, grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and spread them wide before burying his face in my hairy crack. After a moment Ryan stopped and said, “Did he cum in you?” “Yes,” I said a little sheepishly, feeling bright red flush rise up me cheeks. “Even better,” Ryan said and resumed eating out my ass. I groaned as his tongue made short work of opening me back up. After a few minutes he stopped again, pressing his finger inside me and said, “Is that what you want me to do? Fuck your tight pink hole till I cum inside of you.” The answer was simple: yes, but all I managed to do was stammer, “I… uh… well… I…” “Just say it,” he twisted his finger inside of me more, “once you admit what you want it’s much easier to get it.” “I want you to fuck me and cum in my ass,” I blurted out. “Good.” He pulled the finger from my hole. “Now bend over the bed with your feet on the floor and your chest resting on the mattress. Now that you’ve been fucked once, and, knowing you were fucked by Simon, you were fucked good and hard, so I’m gonna really pound your hole.” I heard his spit on my hole and, I presume, his cock, and then felt the warm pressure of his cock head pressing against my recently virgin ass hole. Ryan hadn’t spent nearly as long eating out my ass as had Simon, and for that matter, it felt as though his cock was thicker then Simon's, so it took a good deal of force for him to break into my hole, but finally my sphincter gave way and his cock head popped inside of me. I groaned in pleasure as he slowly sank the rest of his cock into me. His cock felt amazing. A little painful, but mostly amazing. Jesus, why hadn't we come up with this sooner? I thought. After what had to be almost three minutes of slow penetration Ryan’s pubes came to rest against my ass. “Man you’re tight, and just after getting fucked by Simon too. You’re ass was made for fucking.” With that, Ryan began to fuck me slowly, remarking “I can feel come of Simon’s cum inside of your hole, lubing up my cock.” He built up speed quickly until he was fucking my ass with a quick, decisive rhythm. I shivered as his cock slammed into me. I wanted it so bad. Ryan had hold of my hips, and was pulling me back to meet his thrusts, which drove his cock deeper into my ass. It felt as though he had bust through another barrier, diving deeper into my hole then before. My own cock was dripping precum like mad, but bounced around completely forgotten. “You’re so fucking tight I’m not going to last long, I’m gonna lube you up with my cum now and then you can spend the rest of the day riding me before Simon comes over again tonight.” My heart skipped a beat at the thought of having Simon inside me again. Ryan started to pant, slamming into me even harder, his hands shaking slightly. “Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum,” he said, “You want my load inside of you?” “Yes, shoot your load inside my hole,” I panted back. “I’m cuming,” he said, although he didn't need to tell me. I could feel his cock exploding inside my ass. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he flooded my guts and, when his balls were drained, he collapsed forward onto my back. We were both covered in sweat. “There is something else I should tell you,” he whispered, his body still trembling slightly, “Simon and I, well really all of our friends who are probably going to end up fucking you, are poz. So you now have two massive poz loads inside your hole.” I froze for a moment, and then realized that I didn’t care. At that moment with my stepbrother’s nine inch cock still unloading inside of me, I didn’t give a damn about consequences or anything else. I just wanted too always feel the wonderful fullness I experienced from having cock and cum in me. “I don’t care,” I quite calmly replied. “That’s good 'cause you weren’t getting a choice.” “I didn’t know your stepbrother was up for grabs,” said a voice from the doorway. Ryan's cock still deep in my hole, every so slowly softening, we both turned to find the youngest of Ryan’s friends standing in the doorway, rubbing an obvious hard on through his shorts. It was Tommy, the twenty year old, ginger haired, Irish boy. He smiled wickedly and remarked “I haven’t gotten any in a few days,” adding "Mind if I have a go?” “Simon broke him in last night for the first time, but his ass is still fucking tight,” Ryan said, “but it’s up to Justin.” Ryan’s cock slipped from my hole, and with that I stood up, turned to face Tommy, a thin drip of cum running down my leg as I did so. “Well,” I said to the ginger standing the doorway, “Strip. Let's see what you’re working with."

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2. We spent a good long while in the club, my stepbrother and some of his friends eventually going off to dance somewhere, and I staying behind in the booth drinking what would turn out to be a few too many beers. Simon was with me almost all night and the more I drank the more I found my gaze drifting to his pale blue eyes. Sometime later Ryan returned and suggested that we all go back to his place for a few more beers. As the little party gathered their things and headed towards the door I felt Simon’s hand gently graze my ass as he past, my cock leapt. Back at Ryan’s place the drinks continued to flow and the guys stated to drop off steadily, and eventually I excused myself to the guest room I was staying in to turn in for the night. I stripped off my clothes and ran my hand down my tight furry abs to my semi stiff cock thinking about Simon. Never before had a guy effected me the way that he did, I fell onto the bed my cock now completely hard and started to jerk myself off my free hand roaming all over my body. I didn’t hear the door open, in fact I didn’t hear anything till in his thick South London accent Simon said, “Well that’s a much bigger cock then I would have guessed.” I scrambled to cover myself but as I was laying on top of the sheets there was nothing much I could do but try and his by rock hard eight and a half inched behind my hands. “Dunny try and hide it,” said Simon, “looks like you could use a hand in fact.” He clambered up onto the bed a wide wicked smile spreading across his face. I froze not knowing what to expect as Simon crawled up between my legs, pulled his shirt off over his head to expose his muscular dark haired torso, and swallowed my cock. No girl had ever sucked my cock like that, it was as if Simon had unhinged his jaw and swallowed my cock whole. I groaned and tried to mutter, “No, I’m straight,” but the words died in my mouth, instead I put my hands on the back of his head pulling him down onto my cock. My breathing had quickened and I was seconds away from cuming when Simon let my cock spring from his mouth. “You ever had a bloke suck your cock before?” “No, I’m… well… I’m straight,” I said lamely. “Doesn’t matter to me, what matters is if it felt good.” “It certainly did, I almost came just then.” “That’s why I stopped.” He shifted his weight slightly and shucked his jeans, now wearing only a pair of tiny brightly colored briefs. “You have an amazing cock,” he continued kissing my cock head, “and balls.” He drew first one nut and then the other into his mouth before sucking the both in. I rocked my hips forward giving him better access to my balls, my ass lifting slightly off the bed as I did so. In one swift motion before I really knew what was happening Ryan had my knees pressed into my chest and his slightly stubbly face buried in my hole, his tongue swirling around my virgin home. No one had ever eaten me out before and I moaned loudly. It had never occurred to me how amazing this could feel and Simon was certainly an expert at these things. His tongue flicked and darted of my hole sending bolts of electricity through my whole body as I relaxed into him. He pressed his tongue into me, lapping at my hole and slowly my hole began to open for him allowing his probing tongue inside. I gasped as my ass was penetrated for the first time by his tongue. Simon shifted around a bit, his mouth never leaving my hole and I could tell he was taking off his tight pants. Something new touched my ass; his hands spread my cheeks wide as he slid one finger next to his tongue and carefully slipped it inside of me. It was like nothing I had never felt before, and nothing like I had imagined it would feel like. He slowly penetrated my hole with his finger still lapping about the invading digit with his talented tongue. My cock was throbbing, and I felt hornier then I had in my entire life, loud lust filled moans escaped my mouth without me being conscious of doing it. “You’ll have all the lads in here you keep moaning like that,” Simon said taking his mouth off my hole for the first time in almost ten minutes. I was panting, sweat glistened on my chest, and precum dripped from my cock like a leaking faucet. “You ever sucked a cock before,” he asked, his finger still knuckle deep inside me. I shook my head no. “Why don’t you get mine down your throat then, least way it’ll keep you quiet.” He shifted so that his body was now over mine, his cock dangling over my mouth, my knees still bent into my chest and his finger still deep in my ass. I had never been this close to man’s cock before, although I had thought about it. His uncut, thick, veiny, still swelling cock hung before me a little glint of precum slipping from the slowly retracting foreskin. My mouth watered. Slowly I lifted my head and opened my mouth taking just the tip in. He tasted salty and sweet and I loved it. I opened wider and took more of his cock into my mouth. Simon slowly lowered his hips so that my head once again rested on the pillows but his cock was firmly lodged down my throat. I moaned around his cock as Simon’s mouth returned to my hole and he quickly prepped me for another thick finger. Only about half his cock would fit down my throat as it grew and Simon slowly fucked it in and out of my mouth occasionally making me gag. As he throat fucked me he worked two, then three, and then four fingers inside me hole. I was so horny I was practically fucking myself back onto his stretching fingers. After the fourth finger was in for a few moments he pulled them all out, pulled his cock from my mouth and spun around. He now lay on top of me, or noses almost touching, his body keeping my legs pinned to my chest, and his cock resting between my spit slicked cheeks. He rocked his hips to and fro a little rubbing his cock up and down my crack as he stared at me with those brilliant blue eyes. “You have the most amazing ass, and your hole is so fucking hairy,” he said, and then after a long time he looked right into my eyes and said, “I want to fuck you.” I had been so over whelmed by what had been happening I hadn’t even thought that this might be coming, but as soon as I heard the question I knew my answer. “I want you to fuck my virgin hole.” Simon needed no more permission then that; he lined up his cock head with my well fingered hole and pushed slightly. He kept a tight grip on my ankles as he did so. It hurt a little at first but then it changed and it was like the fingers. I felt him stretching me out, forcing my hole even wider as he slid deeper and deeper into me. Precum was poring from my cock, and lighting bolts of pleasure wrapped through me. “I’m half way in, how do you feel,” he asked. “Give me all of it.” There was none of the pain I had expected and now I longed to feel him fuck me. It took several more minutes before Simon’s considerable length was all pressed into my gut, and then several more minutes before we moved again. Once Simon was sure I was used to it he pulled back out again and pressed in faster, he did this several more times each time getting a little faster until there was no doubting that he was fucking me. I grunted with each stroke trying to keep quiet say Simon wrecked my hole. He shifted so that he was sitting up more, holding onto my hips for leverage he pounded his big fat cock into my virgin hole. “Fuck you’re tight, I’m not going to last long,” he said. I didn’t care though so long as he would make me feel like this again. “I’m gonna blow my load inside of you. Do you want that? You want my load?” “Yes cum inside me,” I said without thinking. The rhythmic thumping of flesh on flesh had replaced my heartbeat as the rhythm of my driving force and sweat pored off of each of us. “I’m so close,” he whispered, his face contorted with the effort to stave off orgasm for a few moments more, but it was too much. He slammed as deep into me as he could and fired off his load. I groaned much to loudly as I felt his hot seed spill into my guts, knowing in the back of my mind that I should be scared, that I shouldn’t be doing this, but I wanted it so badly. Simon shook a little as he came and then held still, his cock still inside of me for a long moment. Then he kissed me hard on the lips and pulled out of me. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, Simon's cock nestled between my ass cheeks as if ready to leap back inside as soon as possible.

I don't know, I've never been fucked with a condom.

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

My first time drinking piss almost out me off for good, I was gagging and hated it. Until recently I would take piss anywhere on me but only in my ass and never in my mouth. After an encounter in the sauna when a guy held my head still and pissed in my mouth I changed my opinion and gladly drink from the tap. I loved every drop and although a lot dripped out I managed to drink enough to please my partner and earn me a second breeding for being a good piss drinker.

I started barebacking in the early 90s when HIV was considered a death sentence. I hadn't given unsafe sex much thought because in my world it simply wasn't done. But I fell in love with a guy, and we moved in together, and one night we became so consumed in passion that he just started fucking me without a rubber. He asked if I trusted him. I did. In retrospect, I was woefully naive, but I was also in lust, and lust generally trumps reason every time. It ended up being one of the hottest fucks of my life. I got so caught up in the sensation of his hot, hard, slippery cock in me, that at that moment, I probably wouldn't have cared about his status. When he began to ejaculate those thick warm ribbons of semen in my guts, I clamped my ass muscles as tight as I could to milk every last drop. It was so fucking incredible. I knew it's what my ass was meant for. From that point on, we fucked bare every time. A couple of years later, after we broke up, it was time to get back in the saddle so to speak. I knew that I wanted to keep riding bareback. The feeling of a guy's cum in my ass had become addictive. Not only was safe sex no longer interesting, it was in many cases an enormous turn-off. Once again, I let my physical desires overrule my reason. However, I became painfully selective about the guys I'd let fuck me. I didn't want disease, any disease, and figured that if I hedged my bets, I'd be able to have fun and stay clean. And, I did. In the late 1990s I went back to college for another degree. I didn't have a computer yet, so I had to complete work in a communal lab on campus. One night I went in very late to work. The guy who'd been at the terminal before me didn't log off. I peeked at his history and found a Yahoo group that was something like DFW Chasers. It was dedicated to bug chasers in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. I'd never heard that term before and decided to investigate. Well, the posts I read on that site about guys going out to local saunas and bare fucking any willing stranger turned me on like crazy. Sitting there in the lab surfing this shit, my dick started twitching and was rock-hard in no time. I bought a personal computer and began to seek out similar sites and stories. One guy I met online sent me something called the Bareback Bible, which was filled with erotic fiction about getting bred by known poz fuckers. I started jerking off to it every day. Pretty soon, I found barebacksex.com and created a profile in my home city. I had totally eroticized bare, bug sex. Of course, I was scared to death. I found my feelings alternately intoxicating and repugnant. So, for a while it remained strictly fantasy. How did I cross the line? Well, like any addiction, once you've reached the apex of one and can't go any farther, you need something new and better. In good time, just jerking off to fiction, however well written, wasn't enough. I wanted, no...I desperately NEEDED to experience it first-hand. A short time later I had two friends die within a month of one another. Both were unexpected: a suicide and an accident. I really began to think about my own life. I was in my late 30s, existing in a very safe, ordered, comfortable little life, yet not really LIVING. Not feeling and enjoying all of the darker pleasures I secretly desired. And I finally came to the realization that I would be far happier living a shorter life pursuing my desires than to live a long, safe one in which I had to suppress my baser instincts. I went online and hooked up with a guy who claimed to be negative, but I knew of him from acquaintances, and the word out was that he was poz and had actually knocked up a former boyfriend. I remember driving to his house and thinking a million times that I should just turn around, go home, and and try to stop thinking the thoughts which seemed to possess me. But, I didn't turn around. I kept going. I knew what I wanted, and I couldn't deny any longer that I wanted it more than anything else in the world. My head was spinning when he pushed me down on the bed and started undressing me. I was giddy from anticipation. I almost wanted to laugh I was so consumed with the excitement and the just the risk of letting this guy fuck me, not knowing for sure whether he was poz or not. This was a guy who wasn't even particularly attractive to me. If he'd been one of many in a bar and I was free to pick, he wouldn't have been anywhere near the top of my list. But now, here I was ass up on his bed, offering myself freely to him, feeling his cock slide in me... a cock that might knock me up with a potentially deadly virus, and I didn't care. I was drunk with lust. He fucked me six ways to Sunday, and after what seemed an eternity I was flipped face down, my head scrunched in a pillow while he had the full weight of his body on my back. His hands tightened around my wrists, his arms stretched out over me, making me helpless to stop him. He rocked his hips in a furious motion, grinding his dick into my hole. I could feel his body begin to tense and his cock spasm as he flooded my butt with cum. He lay on top me, grunting, with his cock still inside me . After a couple of minutes he asked if he could piss inside me, and I mumbled something along the lines of "fuck yeah." I vaguely remember driving home with my ass clenched, trying desperately to keep his piss and sperm from flowing out of me. I wondered if his virus was swimming in my blood stream, growing, multiplying, infecting every cell with the bug of a stranger. It was the most electrifying experience of my entire life. There was no regret, and at that moment no fear. I went for an HiV test three months later, and then again at six months. Both times I trembled waiting for the results. And when they both came back negative, I swore to myself that I'd never do anything like that again. It didn't take long to break that vow.

i've done it before - hurts like hell getting it out the next day but i love the pain

Being a cum-hungry pig, I've yet to take a load I disliked. All cum is GREAT - the thicker and more abundant, the better. Feeling a man's cock throb in my mouth as his cream is discharged will sometimes make ME cum.

The taste of cum is greatly influenced by what the donor has eaten recently. Asparagus seems to be one of the biggest culprits, but many strongly flavoured herbs and spices can alter the taste of your cum if eaten regularly (the herbs and spices, that is). Drinks affect it too: I'm particularly partial to cum from a guy who's been drinking either Newcastle Brown Ale or good quality cider...

Fuckin lovin this, mate. The satisfaction he's getting from corrupting the jockboy is really horny.

The best method to make sure a cocksucker gets ALL of a Top's load down it's throat? The cocksucker should be good enough at sucking cock so that the Top doesn't have to resort to jerking off into a mouth.

Last Thurs at CODE and the Eagle NYC. Was in the bathroom sucking dick and one guy asked if he could fuck my hole - so i dropped my pants, huffed my poppers and took his cock (no lube, just spit). He pounded my hole and i heard him ask if he could shoot inside, i responded my grabbing his hips and pulling him further in my ass. That did the trick! After he pulled out another guy stepped up and started fucking me, i huffed my poppers and took it like a champ. While he was fucking me they came in and broke up the fun, he started POUNDING my hole, shot his load zipped up and left. Needless to say i was the last to stumble out of the mens room.