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I was finally going to do it. My wife Kaitey was out of town for a long weekend visiting family. I stayed home because our pet sitter flaked out at the last minute, and anyway they'd have more fun talking about old times without having to clue me in on all their old references and stories. I decided to use the freedom to finally experience gay sex. I considered myself completely straight for the first three years of our marriage. One night, though, I was jerking off to some gangbang porn and accidentally clicked on a gay scene. I watched some twink get fucked by 4 guys and my cock had never been harder. I lasted maybe a minute before shorting a huge load. I closed the window, deeply ashamed. After a few months doing everything I could to convince myself that was a fluke, I started watching gay porn regularly. I loved watching guys take big dicks. Breeding scenes soon became my favorite. I knew from that first experience that I wanted to be the one on the bottom. Before long I signed up for a gay hookup site. I said in my profile I was married and just looking to fantasize. That didn't endear me to most of the guys there, but some were cool with a horny texting relationship. Paul lived a couple of miles away and we chatted every few weeks. He knew I was a gay virgin who fantasized about being a cum dump. Pretty soon we were explicitly talking about him breeding my ass. This had been going on for about three months before this weekend. As soon as we agreed I would stay,I texted Paul that I wanted to hook up on Saturday. I told him that despite my fantasies, he would need to fuck me with a condom. "Of course," he replied. I woke up Saturday super excited. I was going to head over at three. A couple hours before, I got cleaned up had a drink to calm my nerves. Paul texted me to say that he couldn't host me after all. His roommate had friends over and whatever. But I was alone so how about at my place? I didn't respond right away. I was nervous about him knowing where I lived. I had another drink and decided to go for it. I gave him my address. "You'll bring condoms right?" "Of course," he replied. ***** 15 minutes later he pulled up in a grey f150. I answered the door in jeans and a t-shirt. No underwear but lubed. He was mid 40s, white and fairly fit. He had more tattoos than I realized from his pics, maybe some news ones. Most of his arms were covered. My heart was pounding as I greeted him. He could tell and just said, "relax, this'll be fun." I said yeah let's get upstairs. He followed me into the bedroom. Seeing my wife's decorations made me ashamed, but the porn I had playing on tv refocused my mind. I undid his pants and pulled out his dick. Five inches and growing, I sucked it into my mouth. The first penis I'd ever sucked. I slurped and sucked. "Good boy," he said with an edge. "Get naked." I did as he said, laying on top of the duvet. He took off his clothes, too, and I got a good look at his 7" cock. His pubes were buzzed down and it seemed massive. "Larry back and spread your legs," he said impassively. I did as I was told, grabbing my legs at the knees and spreading for him. He reached for his jeans. Good, he was getting a condom. He came back with a bottle of lube and squired some on his bare cock. Paul fingered some lube in my ass and moved towards me, grabbing my legs. "Paul, condom," I said quietly. His only response was to grab a pillow and pull my ass on it. He pushed his raw dick into my hole. Fuck. "Paul, please, you promised." He picked up his pace. "I know this is what you want. Just enjoy it." It was true and I relented. Paul fucked my hole and called me a slut, pushing my legs back and apart. I stroked my cock, which was already coated in precum. It didn't take me long to squirt a load all over my stomach. Another wave of panic came over me. "Please pull out at least." With that he buried his penis in my asshole. He sighed deeply and I knew he was ejaculating. "You really do have a tight ass hun," he said cheerfully, his cock still all the way inside. I laughed uncomfortably and tried to squirm away. He grabbed me and said, "hang on." He thrusted a couple more times before pulling out, a stream of cum and lube running out of me. "I hope that ass is ready for more dick." To be continued.

This past fall I extended the rule against promoting harm to a real person to cover harm to the community and applied it to political discussions where people were expressing support and encouraging others to vote for political candidates that had a track record of harming our community. That policy of not allowing things that harm our community is being expanded in some rather significant ways. Specifically… ➤ Certain types of AIDS Fetish are being BANNED What is still allowed is expressing that you find "AIDSy" looking guys hot. Saying you think they're hot harms no one, and after everything those guys have gone through, it probably helps them to know people still find them sexually attractive. What is being banned is encouraging other people to progress to stay off meds so long that they progress to AIDS. I know many of you didn't live through the AIDS epidemic, but it was truly horrible. I cared for my lover as he died of AIDS. I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone - even the experience of being a caregiver was pretty horrible. There is a huge difference between being HIV positive and having AIDS. You can live a reasonably healthy life and have a completely normal life expectancy being poz. But the same is not true once you progress to AIDS. Once you progress to AIDS your life expectancy goes down and your quality of life can completely plummet. In case you don't know, an HIV positive person is considered to have AIDS if they get one of a number of opportunistic infections, or when their CD4 ("t-cell") count drops to 200 (or sometimes 250 - depending on the standard used). Doctors will want you to do on meds before you CD4 drops below 500. But then there's a gray area between ~350 and 500 which is also relatively safe, though you do up your risk of complications slightly. This ban also applies to encouraging people to become highly drug resistant. Since that's another clear path to AIDS. Simply put, wanting to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant is a form of self harm that's borderline suicidal. Encouraging someone to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant borders on encouraging them to kill themselves. It's not OK. ➤ HIV Fetish, Bug Chasing & Gift Giving are still very much ALLOWED As I mentioned there's a huge difference between being poz and having AIDS. So I have no problem with guys who want to become poz. Simply put, it's right for some guys. I also have no problem with gift giving. Thanks to PrEP, gift givers can't harm guys who don't want to be harmed. And most guys have at least two years before their CD4 drops below 500, so there is a period of time when they can be a gift giver without risking their own health. But be careful… do not use the word AIDS when you mean HIV or poz. "I wanna give you HIV" or "I wanna poz you" are both fine. "I wanna give you AIDS" is not OK. Fetishizing poz or toxic loads is fine. Fetishing AIDS loads is not OK. Learn to say what you mean. Words matter! ➤ STI Fetish is BANNED Fetishizing STIs other than HIV is also banned. STIs are a fact of life if you bareback, but we want to keep them to a bare minimum since they're a literal pain in the butt (or dick). Sex is supposed to be fun, but when guys stop going to bathhouses and the sex parties because they keep getting STIs when they go – that harms our "sexual ecosystem". Big crowds at bathhouses and sex parties helps everyone. It's more fun for us, and more profitable for the bathhouses and sex clubs. ➤ These bans apply to fiction as well as real life situations Fantasizing about things often turns into real-life behavior, so the bans apply to fictional stories as well. ➤ Generally, things that do significant harm to the community are BANNED Basically I'm banning anything that causes permanent, significant harm to individuals or significant harm to the community as a whole. That said, there's a lot of gray area. In the gray area if it's harm to a real person it will be more likely to trigger an infraction. So for example - a bottom is getting spit roasted and the top fucking him slips him a booty bump without him knowing. Since drugs wear off after a few hours, that's not permanent harm. In a fictional story that would be allowed provided the story doesn't progress to him becoming a drug addict (which would be significant harm). But encouraging someone to do that to a real person - that wouldn't be allowed. Or another example - castration. If a bottom is considering castration and you encourage them to go through with it - it all depends on how you encourage them. If you encourage them to take months to fully think it through, and then find a qualified doctor to do the procedure - that would be fine. If you encourage them to take a less careful course of action - that would be a problem and would get an infraction. ➤ The stories of victims are still very much allowed Victims are always allowed to tell their stories provided they state the abuse factually and don't overly fetishize the abuse. They can even say that since the abuse they've gotten turned on by it and seek it out. Though there is the risk of that going too far into fetishizing the behavior. So tread carefully there. Why I'm implementing the new policy Recently here and on Twitter I've been seeing a lot of AIDS and STI fetish and I've found it deeply disturbing. Simply put, it's a level of harmful that I haven't seen before. The bug chasing back in the late 90s (post ARVs) and early 00s would have violated these new policies, but it was different back then. There was this immense fear of becoming poz combined with the realization that sooner or later bottoms especially would probably become poz. So bug chasing "got it over with". From that point of view the improvement to the person's mental health probably balanced out the risk to their physical health. And with the advent of PrEP it's a huge step for some guys to come to the realization that they want to be poz, then choose to go off PrEP, and then actually get pozzed. To put it in simple terms it seems to be a tribal thing for many of them. Belonging to a tribe can have an upside, and that process doesn't harm anyone else. But AIDS fetish and STI fetish cause significant harm with zero upside. They're pure harm. I don't want this site to be the catalyst for that type of behavior. Implementation of the new policy For the next week if you violate the new policy you'll just get a warning. After that there will be an infraction. If you see old posts that violate the new rules, please report them and a moderator will do one of three things: 1) edit them so they comply, 2) add a note that posts like that are no longer allowed, or 3) hide the post or thread if the violation is serious enough and not easily remedied via editing. Confused? If you're confused as to whether something is allowed under the new policy, I constructed a series of questions that you go through to figure out if it's banned or allowed… https://breeding.zone/topic/64867-read-this-significant-change-in-rules-effective-31/?do=findComment&comment=683626

Part 5 He had what he wanted. I had said the words. No, I had felt them. My body was in control now, and it was ignoring my nervous thoughts to escape and go home. Instead my body offered itself to him” is what he wanted from me. He ran his hands across my shoulders, then under my arms and down my sides to my waist, tracing my torso’s V-shape. I felt a hard pressure against my anxious hole and knew he was trying to penetrate my ass. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. My ass immediately surrendered to his thick cock. He pushed up inside me with a steady pressure, my hole already trained tonight to take cock. I winced as the mushroom head stretched my hole even wider than the first guy had. I yelped, but my breath caught in my throat and I silently groaned in painful pleasure. The sharp pain shoôk my body and the was gone. My head was pressed against the carpeted wall, flying high with popper rush. I felt so full as he pressed himself forward, burying the full shaft inside me. “That’s a good boy. Take all of daddy’s cock. Good little pig. You love raw cock, don’t you?” “I do,” I half breathed and half said. He rewarded my answer with a full thrust of his cock. I moaned loudly, unable to contain the pleasure. “Fuck boy, I feel that other load in there. Fuck your pig hole with another man’s toxic load.” He began fucking me harder, his is pelvis slamming against my ass over and over. I could only moan as he used my ass to satisfy his desire. My hole was stretched now, his cock moving easily in and out of my ass. He pulled all the way out, and I breathed a short sigh of relief. I looked over my shoulder at him, my eyes pleading, and he grinned. “Pig boy doesn’t like being empty.” He pushed his cock back in, a slow and deliberate penetration so I could feel the head creeping deeper inside me, and feel my tunnel expand to accommodate his girth. It was an amazing sensation, and I made an odd animalistic sound of pleasure and surprise. “Now that was a squeal, boy.” He pulled back on my hips while pushing his cock deep inside me. “Back up, feet on the floor. That’s it. Spread those legs a little wider. Just like that. Keep your hands on the bench. Fuck yeah.” I was standing, bent over the bench. The floor was cool relief on the bottoms of my feet. He pressed the bottle of poppers under my nose. “Popper up again.” I did as I was told. As the poppers rushed through me again, he began rocking my body back and forth on his thick shaft. He wasn’t pulling out, but making me experience the girth contours of his dick. It was t a straight shaft, but got wider near the middle, tapering slightly at either end. I began working my ass back and forth on him, captivated by what I was feeling. I had no idea I could feel a cock inside me this way. “Fuck yeah, boy. Work daddy’s cock with that tight ass. Look at you! You need this.” I did. “Look at yourself.” He grabbed my head and turned it to the left. “See how fucking hot you look impaled on daddy’s cock.” There was a mirror on the wall, beneath the mounted TV, that I had missed when he brought me into the room. I could see my entire body, naked, legs stretched back, ass up, and my abs flattened and my torso tilted upward into my shoulders with my arms locked. I could see the years of workouts and soccer games reflected in the muscle tone and curves of my body. Behind we was the powerhouse who was buried deep in my ass. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back onto his cock, and started to pound me. I was in ecstasy! I could see him pounding into my waiting ass, my body on display. I felt like a fucking porn model watching myself in the mirror. “Fucking hot pig boy,” I heard him say as he was going to town on my hole. I’d never felt this way. I’d never felt so out of control but amazing! My body looked awesome, and I’d never thought that before. I wanted to keep this feeling forever. “Fuck me!” did I just say that? “Fuck me, daddy!” I was panting, looking at us in the mirror. There was a need in my eyes, and lust in his. “You’re making my toxic juices boil, boy!” He suddenly pulled out, half stepping half falling back a step. He stood there, playing with his own nipples, and just gazing at my naked athletic body. “Lie on your back. The long way down the bench.” I rolled onto the bench, one leg angled, and I consciously tried to make myself look sexy for him. The blood was rushing through me, my heart pounding and my body feeling electrified. I vaguely noticed he opened the door, and I didn’t know why. He wasn’t leaving. He wouldn’t leave me. He gazed down at my body again, drinking it all in. He ran his hand up and down my body. “Fuck you are HOT!” He was staring at me with this lust in his eyes. I knew he wasn’t done with me. I knew I had no choice in the matter. He’d already broken any resistance. “You play sports in school?” “Soccer. And I like to swim, but I don’t compete.” The casual conversation seemed a bit odd, but also gave my ass a break. “It shows.” I liked the way he admired my body. No one had looked at me like this before. He was absently kicking off a shoe and pulling his pants off while he randomly explored my body. I moaned softly as his rough hands grazed my own smoother skin. “Legs up, pig boy. I wanna see your face while I breed you.”. I rolled my legs back and lifted my hips slightly. I’d never offered myself up like this before. He maneuvered himself between my legs, one knee resting on the bench, his other leg braced against the floor. Out came the bottle of poppers, “Load up, boy.” I pinched off a nostril and took a long hit of the burning fumes. My body responded with a rush of desire, my legs spreading slightly wider, and I gave a quiet moan of need. This time he hit the poppers as well, seeming to relish the feeling it brought. His eyes locked with mine as he leaned forward and shoved his cock inside me. I gasped, but didn’t have a moment to recover because he began fucking me hard right away. I was vaguely aware of other movement in the room. There were several people now standing in the doorway, and one had even crept into the room to watch. The alarm must have shown in my face. “You’re the star of tonight’s show, pig boy. Just keep your eyes on me and enjoy it.” He grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wider, and he was lunging forward with deep strokes in and out of my ass. I groaned as he pounded me with the full weight of his body behind it. My legs framed his beefy muscled hairy torso, and I could see my feet hanging in the air with no where to go. “Fucking hot pig boy! Look at you!! So fucking hot! My toxic juices are coming, boy! You want that juice? You want that toxic juice flooding you?”He voice was getting loud. Probably too loud for this place. But he didn’t. Care. I knew what was happening, what was coming. “Please, give it to me,” I whispered. “Fuck yeah, pig boy! Fuck yeah you want daddy to breed that hot college hole!” He was railing my ass, the thrusts shaking my entire body. I no longer. Felt the subtly contours of his shaft, but the hard pounding energy of his body. I couldn’t speak. I just kept grunting and moaning, “Eh! Ah! Yeah! Ah! Yeah!” And then he growled deeply, his body weigh filling my hole,. He held it there, his body quivering. I felt his cock now, pulsating. I knew it was the moment he wanted — the entire reason he had tapped on that window between our booths. He was pumping his toxic load deep inside me. I felt the hot juices leak around my hole. As he pushed deeper inside me. He was panting as his body convulsed. His breath was hot against my face, and he opened his eyes and looked into mine.d There was a long, silent moment spent like that, with just the sounds of his heavy breathing. “Fuck, boy,” he breathed, “I didn’t expect this from you. Fucking sexy pig boy.” He leaned back, but didn’t pull his cock out. He rubbed my muscles chest, then ran his hands down my tight abs. He looked at me. “You got what you wanted,” he said. He looked toward the door;. “Show’s over, fuckers. Go jerk off in the booths.” The flock of guys that had crowded around the open door began to disperse. He looked back. At me and grinned. “You were amazing,” he said slapping my chest. He slowly withdrew his cock, then stood up. He gave me his hand and pulled me to a sitting up position. He started pulling on his pants. “I’ve never seen you before. Make sure I see you again.” I was sitting there in stunned silence. The primal energies were fading. What the fuck had just happened. I couldn’t even begin to put it together in my conscious brain. Again I was naked in a dingy booth, covered in sweat My ass felt very tender, and the rough carpet of the bench wasn’t feeling good against my skin. I thought about standing up, but couldn’t yet. Who had been watching? Did anyone see who I am? Did any of them know me? What if they told other people? Unexpectedly his face appeared in front of mine. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me into him. He gave me a long, penetrating kiss. I melted a little more. He pulled away and grinned. “Good boy. “ With that he left the room, the door still open. He was showing off his trophy. Anyone walking by would see exactly who he had fucked and put his load into. Why did that excite me? I sat there a couple minutes. Two different guys tried coming in, but I shook my head and told them to leave. I was still breathing heavy, and my body was spent. Sex in college had never left me like this, even the times it was good. My body ached from the positions I’d been in, my legs feeling like I’d run 100 miles. But when guys walked by the open door, I didn’t cover myself. I was fine being looked at, stretched out naked on the bench. I touched my hole – it burned and felt tender. It was done for the night. Finally I got up, found my clothes, and headed out. This time wasn’t a rush past the door; I was feeling kinda unsteady on my feet, like after a hard workout or soccer practice. I heard my flip flops slapping as I walked through the store; they sounded obnoxiously loud and seemed to draw everyone’s attention. I stepped outside. He was there, leaning against a big black SUV parked right in front of the store. He motioned me over. “Use this,” he said, handing me a piece of paper. Then he kissed me again, got into his SUV, and drove off. I looked down at the paper. He had written GRANT with a phone number beneath it.

I went to Pig Week last year. I had been on PrEP for a while but part of me really wanted to get pozzed. I was sorta playing games with taking my PrEP – only taking it on days I went to the gym or took loads. My doctor wasn't happy about it, but I told him I took at least 4 a week, which is what they say gives you protection. Well, the week before Pig Week was busy and with Thanksgiving and getting stuff done, and I arrived in Ft. Lauderdale having only taken three the week before and none the last two days. Pig Week was scheduled to start on Saturday, but I got there the day before. I wanted to get things started off right with a gangbang in my motel. I billed it as a conversion party and told all the tops to pretend they were toxic, even if they weren't. I figured since I was on PrEP nothing would actually happen. Then again I hadn't taken my pills the last couple days, but that risk sorta turned me on. The gangbang went well. I had over a dozen guys show up I think. Since I was blindfolded I wasn't quite sure. I counted 15 times guys blew their load in my ass, but I'm pretty sure some of those were repeats. Their poz talk got pretty aggressive with the guys standing around egging whoever was fucking me to poz me. They kept going on about how toxic the loads were and that this was the night I was gonna become poz. I loved it and kept begging for their dirty loads telling them to knock me up and poz my hole. After the gangbang I was hungry for more, so I headed to Clubhouse II to take more loads. Stayed there about 3 hours and got 8 more loads. But even after 23 loads, I was hungry for more, so I headed to Slammer where guys loved my cummy hole and dumped 5 more loads in. It was the best night of my life, sexually, and I headed back to the motel on a high. I always take my PrEP before going to bed, so when I got back to the motel I grabbed the bottle and something seemed wrong. It was too light. I opened it and there were no pills inside. Just a note saying "Stop playing games. You clearly want to be poz, so just let it happen." I was a bit numb. There I was with 28 loads of cum in my ass, some of which was probably toxic, and I didn't have any PrEP, and hadn't taken any in a few days. There was nothing I could really do. I'd already paid in advance for most of the vacation. It's not like you can just go into the pharmacy and ask for more Truvada – even if I could get them to fill the script, it's really expensive (it's not like insurance was gonna pay twice for the same meds). But the note was right. I did wanna be poz. So as it all sank in I realized this was the week I was gonna become poz, so I might as well make the most of it. I went to bed pretty conflicted, but also sorta excited. I mean what better week to bug chase than Pig Week? That next week I went to every sex party I could. Basically I was a slut and spent every waking hour hunting for and taking dick and loads. I spent HOURS at the bathhouses. I think I took over 200 loads. I mean I literally let anyone and every one fuck me. A lot of the sex parties were filmed and I made a point of getting my face in as many shots as possible. If I was gonna do this, I was gonna do it right and become a public cumdump. I couldn't exactly say "poz me" in a porn video, so I'd say stuff like "Give me that dirty load", and "Knock me up Daddy!", and "Make me yours…" Some of the tops didn't get what I was trying to say, but a few clearly did. It seemed to really motivate them to dump their load in my ass. I think guys were talking behind my back as well, but I wasn't sure what exactly was being said of me. But I'd have these random guys show up at my door saying "I hear you're taking all loads – I wanna breed you" and then not take no for an answer. The last night this car pulled up as I was getting back to my motel. A hot daddy rolled down the window and said "get in, slut"… I recognized him from a couple of the parties. He'd dumped a few loads in me. I was wiped by this point, but didn't ask questions. I just got in. 15 minutes later we were at someone's house. There were a bunch of cars parked around it. We went in and in one room there was a bed and about a half dozen guys. I recognized all of them from the parties I'd been to, bathhouses, and even 1-on-1s at my room. Then one of the guys told me that one of the tops who was there had been at "my so-called conversion party" and noticed the Truvada in the bathroom and realized I was faking it. They were really glad I made the most of it and been a proper bug chaser the past 10 days. But since the PrEP was now probably out of my system, it was time to have real conversion party – the one I should have had at the beginning of the week. The guy also said that all the tops there had viral loads over 10,000, one had a viral load over a million. One of the tops even had a Truvada resistant strain – so even if I'd found a way to get more PrEP they would have made sure I wound up poz (they really don't like guys who do fake conversion parties). I knew it was actually more like 12 days I'd been off Truvada, and hadn't taken it every day before that. I doubt I had much of any protection – and here I was about to knowingly take toxic loads from a half dozen guys. This was my time to get pozzed… (If it hadn't happened already.) I got on the bed as instructed, on my belly, and each of the guys fucked me one after the other. About half the guys gave me a second load. There was a fair amount of poz talk, but it just didn't seem quite as necessary when you know it's the real thing. And the best part was they got it all on video. When it was over I laid there with 9 or 10 highly toxic loads marinating in my ass. A few of the guys stayed around. One told me they weren't done with me yet. They tied me to the bed face down so I couldn't roll over. "We don't want any of the loads coming out" was the explanation. Then another guy came into the room and pulled out a tattoo gun and proceeded to give me a biohazard tramp stamp. When he was done the host said "Now everyone will know you're a poz slut every time you bend over and you're shirt pulls up a bit. Every time you go to the beach, or change your clothes at the gym. You're a marked man now." I tried to sleep that night, but too many emotions were going through my head, and I couldn't really get comfortable since I was tied to the bed. Plus, every hour or two someone would come in and dump another load in me. So even if I was sleeping, I'd get woken up. But by that time they were actually a bit tender with me, calling me their "poz brother". Late the next morning they let me go with a warning – "Stay off meds for at least two years. We stole your PrEP, we'll find a way to steal your HIV meds if you go on them. Make us proud and pass on the strains we gave you! If you don't, we'll release the video of you begging to get pozzed." About a week and a half later I came down with the fuck flu. Pig Week had indeed made me into a proper pig! And there's videos of it all! If only guys knew that I was getting pozzed in those videos they're watching online… And the best part is I found out my strain is resistant to PrEP, so I can knock up Truvada Whores who think they're protected Gotta say, being poz is fun! I'm glad that guy stole my PrEP and made me embrace my destiny…

Chapter 6 - Virginity Lost His dick now soft, Adam finally rolled off of Brian and onto his back next to him. Laying in that bed, his own cum smeared all over his chest and stomach, while Adam’s toxic seed was beginning to seep out of newly destroyed asshole, Brian appeared still, but his mind was racing in a million different directions at one time. The two primary emotions fighting for space in his head were pride and fear. At first, fear took over. Even though he had, in the moment, decided to go with it as Adam made clear he was going to cum in him, whether he liked it or not, Brian had not come to that house having made a decision to get pozzed. He had, of course, only agreed to it after learning that it was unlikely he’d get infected… if the other guy was undetectable, which Brian had just assumed he was. His mind quickly darted to his parents and what they’d do he told them he had HIV. Being gay was one thing, and he wasn’t ashamed of it, because he now knew it was who he was. But getting pozzed was something he did; this one was a choice. And it was definitely going to he harder to explain. Brian also thought about Jake in that moment. He hadn’t quite realized yet how much he was longing to be with him. Ever since that first night where he jerked off to the thought of his classmate, Brian found himself more and more taken by him. And, Jake didn’t have a girlfriend, something Brian was keeping close tabs on. Obviously that didn’t really mean anything, but for a high school senior as hot as Jake not to be the subject of at least some girl-related drama was stoking Brian’s suspicions that maybe he too was gay, and maybe it could actually happen. But now, Brian felt that getting pozzed might mean he just lost Jake too. After catching his breath for a few minutes and fighting the whirlwind of emotions, Brian sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed, not sure what he was doing or where he was going. So, he put his head in his hands, and he could feel he was starting to cry, not for any particular reason, but all of those conflicting emotions were just trickling out now as tears. His crying was soft, and Adam probably didn’t even notice, but he did see Brian with his head down. He rolled over closer to him, ran his hand slowly down his spine, and asked “How are you feeling?” “I…I don’t know” “You said thanks…” “I know…I…I don’t know” Adam may have just finished doing a pretty shitty thing to this virgin twink who was just starting to get his gay legs under him, but he wasn’t a sadistic person necessarily. He knew Brian thought he wasn’t going to get pozzed, but Adam loved gifting, had been off meds for about a month, and had decided he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to poz a high school virgin. So, while he didn’t regret what he had done, he wanted Brian to feel good about it. “Why don’t you hop in the shower and clean up?” he offered. Brian wasn’t sure if Adam planned to join him in the shower, or if he planned to kick him out after he cleaned his cum off of him, but he didn’t have enough space in his head to figure it out, so he let out a week “okay” and picked himself off the bed. Adam marveled at what he could see in front of him. Brian’s still semi-hard cock hanging off his thin body that was glistening with cum and sweat. As Brian stood still for a moment after getting up, clearly realizing his ass hurt, he could see some of his cum starting to flow out of his used hole. It was a shame, but he could sense he needed to give the boy some space. Brian winced as he started making his way towards the bathroom. He had dreamed so much about the feeling of a cock inside him that walking around with a recently opened hole, reminding him that he had finally accomplished that goal, was actually making him feel better. And, he was getting to experience was it felt like to have cum drip down his legs, one of the things he always thought was particularly hot when he read about it. For a mostly smooth twink, his legs were the only part of his body with a bit of soft fuzzy hair, and he could feel his balls stirring as Adam’s cum slowly rolled down the inside of them. By the time he was in the hot shower, he was feeling better. He was still shaking, though it was different now than it was as he was driving over. He was consciously nervous about the consequences of what he had just done, but even just the walk to the bathroom and now the rinsing of his cum off of himself in another man’s shower was kicking his teenage lust back in to gear, and that second emotion, pride, began to gain the upper hand in his mind. He felt hot. Really hot, and proud of himself. He was a shy 18 year old, and yet he had driven in to Boston to meet up with a 52 year old who he let take his virginity. HE had done that. It wasn’t done to him; Brian had made the choice to have sex, to lose his virginity, to make the questionable decisions in pursuit of cock. He felt how he had wanted to feel- that if tomorrow wasn’t Saturday, he would would stride in to school the next morning smirking, with a particular swagger, knowing he had done something sexier than anyone else in school probably ever had, even if he was never going to tell them about it. Quickly enough, his cock began to stir again, and while the feelings of guilt and nervousness didn’t go away, they were firmly in the passenger seat now. He got out of the shower, dried himself off, and opened the door back into Adam’s master bedroom to find he wasn’t there. He could hear commotion in the kitchen. He initially went to pick up his clothes, but then he figured he didn’t really need them, and he walked out to the rest of the house to find Adam, who was sitting in his gym shorts at the kitchen island. “Hey kid” Adam said cheerfully. Brian chuckled, “hey old man.” “Rude.” Adam replied playfully. “I’m kinda surprised you haven’t run out of here yet.” “I’m kinda surprised too.” “How you feel?” “Umm, kinda hard to say. Like, I’ve never felt sexier, but I still can’t believe you pozzed me.” Adam smirked. Again, while he wanted Brian to feel good, he didn’t feel bad about what he’d done, at all. “That might be why you feel so sexy.” “Maybe, but obviously I’m a little concerned.” “Don’t worry about it now. Plus, you did your research, you know it won’t kill you. Here, want a beer?” Adam had already started in on a Sam Adams when Brian was in the shower, and he went to open the fridge to get the boy one. “Thanks, but I don’t like beer.” “Hah, you’re such a teenager. I’m gonna guess you haven’t drank enough to learn to like it yet.” “But I’ll take a shot of that Absolut” “Ooh, like the hard stuff huh?” “Not really, just know I can get it down quick and it calms my nerves.” Adam poured Brian a couple fingers worth into a rocks glass and slid it over to him. He quickly picked up the glass and downed it. There was a little more than he had expected in the glass, so he coughed a bit, but managed to mostly get it down without looking too much like a child. “Take another” Adam said as he poured more vodka into the glass, and Brian repeated the same motion. Being the shy kid he was, Brian hadn’t ever really drank much before. He got drunk once with a couple friends while playing dungeons and dragons, and had snuck a couple shots at home a few time to rebel or relax, but he still didn’t have any tolerance for alcohol. So those two quick drinks went to his head, fast. He turned around to look at the TV as laughter caught his attention. Adam had never turned the TV off. James Corden had replaced Colbert, and he was doing a carpool karaoke with Tom Holland, who Brian had a major crush on. As the vodka started to work its magic, he stood and watched the two Brits being ridiculous for a moment before walking the short distance from the kitchen into Adam’s living room. He then leaned over the back of the sofa, legs crossed with one foot on top of the other and ass out, as he watched. Adam’s face lit up with a big smile. He could not resist Brian’s exposed ass now. He had been trying to give him space, but as Brian swayedwith the music while bent over the couch, Adam’s cock hardened again in a hurry. Even he was impressed that he had rebounded that quickly, so he hopped up and walked over behind Brian, dropping his shorts along the way. He grabbed Brian’s hips, telling him “you can’t just lean over like that and not expect me to fuck you again.” “What makes you think I didn’t expect it?” Brian replied. He turned back for a moment to look at Adam with a wicked smile across his face. The vodka was really kicking in now, and Brian’s inhibitions were gone. He wanted it again, and he uncrossed his legs and stuck out his ass as an invitation. Adam didn’t waste any time. His cock finished hardening instantly when he rubbed it against Brian’s soft skin, and this time using his own cum as lube, drove it into Brian’s asshole balls deep in one swift lunge. Brian yelled loudly in pain as he was invaded by Adam’s poz cock again, this time without any pretense of letting him get used to it. Adam’s couch had a low back, so it was perfect for pushing Brian down by his back in to an almost 90 degree angle and beginning to jackhammer him with his 8 inch cock. As opposed to the first time, in a bed, looking each other in the eyes, being asked if he was ready, Brian really felt now like he was just getting used as a fuck toy. He basically had no leverage, bent over as he was, and he was clearly impaired already by the vodka, so he just closed his eyes and gave himself over Adam’s ruthless pounding. There was no headboard this time to slam in to the wall, but Brian’s yelps each time Adam drove into him were probably making just as much noise. He was loving feeling this way, powerless. Adam fucked Brian ruthlessly over his couch, working up a sweat as he held Brian down and slid his cock in and out. Eventually he was tired of being bent over the boy, so he pulled out for a moment and pulled Brian up. He continued to hold him by the waist and directed him up against the wall. This was one of Adam’s favorites. He put his arm around Brian’s upper chest and bent him back he drove into his ass again, Brian’s minuscule triceps flexing as he pushed against the wall so that he wouldn’t get thrown into it. “You ready for another poz load in you kid?” Brian was silent, continuing the guttural noises of being fucked as Adam drilled in to him again and again. He could feel his asshole getting forced open even more in this new angle, and it was driving him crazy with both pain and pleasure, though this time was far more on the pleasurable side than the first fuck. Adam didn’t say anything after that. They just continued fucking up against the wall without words until Adam, with no notice, shoved his cock so far into Brian that he basically picked him up off the ground, releasing more forceful ropes of poz cum deep into the high school senior’s tight ass. When he pulled out, Brian fell to the ground on his hands and knees. His legs were weak from the hard fucking, and he felt Adam’s cum leaking out of him even more this time. He stayed down, panting, trying to catch his breath, until Adam scooped him by the armpits and walked him over to the couch, falling down onto the cushions and allowing Brian to fall on to him. Adam held him there, his thoroughly used former virgin boy, cum dripping out of him, as they watched the rest of the Late Late Show and both dozed off, thoroughly spent. ***** Brian woke up in a pitch black living room. There must have been a timer on the lights and TV. He craned his neck to look back into the kitchen to see the time on the stove: 3:45am. The vodka had worn off by now, as had the lust. Now, on this couch in the dark, he felt scared again. His mind went from asleep to racing, again questioning why the hell he just let that happen. He had shifted off of Adam as they slept, so he quietly got up and went to the bedroom to grab his clothes. He slid on his boxers and his sneakers, and didn’t even bother with the rest of his clothes; he just picked them up in ball and quietly exited the house and went to his car. He started making his way home, but he could barely keep his thoughts on the road. He pulled over into a strip mall parking lot, turned off the car, and took a deep breath. He had just spent the night getting fucked. By a man. An HIV positive man. Not once, but twice. He loved it, but he hated himself for loving it. He was still turned on, but he was also still scared. Sitting in his car, in the dark, his cock started tingling again. He pulled his boxers off over his sneakers, took it out and started jerking off, basically naked in this strange parking lot lit up yellow by old street lights. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this there, but what the hell, he had just done something even “worse”. He got his 7.5 inch cut cock nice and hard and thought back to himself begging Adam to poz him, jerking furiously, until he grunted, thrust his hips up off the seat, and sprayed five big ropes of cum up on to his chest, some even landing on his shoulders. He wondered if the cum all over him was toxic. He kept his boxers off, turned the Jeep back on, and drove home, naked and covered in cum.

I stopped by the ABS yesterday (Friday) afternoon and went back to the video booths, I entered an empty booth and shut the door but didn't lock it. #1 - I barely had time to put my money into the video player when the door opens and a nice looking 20 something looks at me, then he shut the door and walked down the hall. I settled on the vid that I wanted to watch, fished my cock out and started to slowly stroke it. The door opens again my 20 something is back, he comes in and shuts the door. He drops his pants and nods down towards his nice cut cock. You don't need to tell me twice, right away I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. I was sucking that cock with passion making sure that I didn't slow my pace. He didn't even last one minute (for real), I felt his cock getting even stiffer than it was then the first spurt hit the back of my throat. He started to pull away but I reached up and grabbed his ass pulling him deeper into me. I felt four more spurts hit my tongue, I released my hold on his ass and let him pull back. His final spurt landed on my nose and lips. I swallowed, smiled at him and walked out of the booth. #2 - I go into another booth, lock the door and feed a $5 bill into the machine. No sooner do I sit down and a cock is being pushed through the gloryhole in the booth. He had a long really thick cut cock. Naturally I went to work on him keeping my lips tightly wrapped around his pole and sucking for all I was worth. He lasted a whole two minutes before he blasted me with seven strong spurts of hot cum which I swallowed right away like any good slut would. He said Jesus Man!, got up and left his booth. #3 - The door to the booth next to me shuts and I realize that there's another guy in there now, I look through the hole and can see a chubby good looking guy, he drops pants and puts his cock in the gloryhole. His cock is kind of short but very thick, I start to suck it but only about 1/4 of it is sticking through the wall so I just concentrate on sucking the head of it and swirling my tongue around the head. That went on for a minute or so and then he pulls it back out of the hole. He whispers to me "I want to fuck you" and I say the only thing that I can "OK". I unlock my door and he comes over to my booth, shutting the door behind him. I bend over the chair inside the booth and he gets behind me. He smears some lube (I think) on my ass and puts a finger inside me. He holds my ass cheeks apart and I feel the head of his cock pushing through my ass ring. He stopped there for a second and grabs my waist he forces his fat cock inside of me and starts thrusting in and out. After a little over five minutes of my ass receiving a steady beating, he tells me that he's getting close. I just whisper back to him "Oh Fuck Yes" and he takes that as his clue that I don't want him to pull out. He pulls himself tightly inside of me and stands still for around 30 seconds, then he pulls out of me, rubs my ass and says thanks. We both put our pants back on and leave the ABS. All in all, a good day!! 3 loads in under 20 minutes.

You know it was a great time as my hole & jaw are sore, and I'm still leaking cum.

A very well-thought policy. Thank you, rawTOP. 👍

Been a long time reader, but first time poster. This story so inspired me, I got this tattoo yesterday.

My married buddy showed up at my door last night. He only cums to see me when he needs a blowjob. I always take care of him but as soon as he cums in my mouth he bolts for the door. Last night I took it a bit further. I gave him a beer hoping it would relax him. It did. I could eee he was hard so I took him to my bedroom. I undressed - he’d never seen me nked before and it ws a risk he’d leave. He didn’t, he needed to cum. I undressed him which was the first time I’d seen him naked. We stood facing each other with our erections almost touching. I put my hand round his cock and told him "buddy I’m gunna suck you dry but first let me pleasure you” I got him to lie on my bed on his back, I licked his balls and took his cock in my mouth - he was loving it. Then I raised his legs and licked behind his balls, further and further until my tongue was in his ass. He tried to say “don’t do that’ but his body and moans gave him away. For the first time I was young fucking this stud's asshole. Fuck he tasted good. After I’d licked his ass for a while, I lay on my belly and told him to climb on my back and shove his cock in my ass. He did mount me and I felt his hard cock between my cheeks and he pressed his helmet on my hole but he stopped and got off. He said he wsn’t ready. I said ok, but when you are it will be the best fuck you’ve ever had. I got my mouth back on his cock and sucked him balls deep. He shot hard and emptied his nuts in my mouth. I thanked hi for his load and told him he’s a fucking stud. Unusually he didn't make a run for the door but stayed naked in my bed chatting. I told him I will always be there for him whenever he needs a blowjob but he should really fuck my ass. I’ve got a big beefy ass and he can fuck me as hard as he wants. He stayed so long that he was hard again, I persuaded him to touch my ass and get a good look at my hole - I said - “see how tight it is - you will love it round your cock” He wasn't put off and touched my asshole and butt for a few minutes but he was ready to cum again so I blew him a second time. I told him I Only wanted to serve him and he should cum over more often. I will always be available to take care of his needs unlike (I guess his wife). He got dressed except for his tight black trunks. I asked him if I could keep them,. He said yes and asked why. I told him they smelled good and sweaty and I was gunna sniff them while I jerk off after he left - he seemed flattered. I told him to cum back soon and fuck my ass or at least get your cock sucked. I hope my next post about him will be about how he fucked and loaded my ass.

2003 You pay the price for being too cautious. By the time I realized I was gay (first year of college), it was already widely known that HIV was transferred via sharing bodily fluids. Some activities were safer than others, but I avoided them all. I never did anything with anyone. I had plenty of gay friends because I was in art school, but none of them were abstinent. They went out and experimented in bars and parks, while I stayed home and drew in my sketchbook with reruns of "Bosom Buddies" on TV. Everybody told me I was wasting my youth, but at least I knew I was healthy. I graduated and moved to a semi-large city where the gay life was a little more active. Or so I'd heard....I stayed celibate and careful. I once hooked up with a nice-looking gay man who loved in my apartment building. I was so nervous and afraid of the encounter that I ruined the evening. I wouldn't even kiss him on the mouth. "What's the problem?", he finally asked. I told him I didn't want his spit in my mouth. "Are you serious?" He couldn't believe it. I told him my fears and he told me in no uncertain terms that I would someday overcome my fears but it'd be too late. I'd be too old for anyone to want. That hurt. But he was probably right. My 30th birthday had just passed and the 40's were on their way. I had a few gray hairs already. I'd spent so much energy trying not to die that I'd forgotten to live. Maybe it was time to change. I remember from high school algebra class that every equation has two separate sides that are opposite each other. Somehow I moved over to the other side and felt a switch click on in my brain. I'd get on my desktop computer and Google thongs like "how to get AIDS", "the joys of being HIV positive" and "Find local poz guys". I went through a lot of links and learned terms like 'bug-chaser', 'gift-give', 'breeding' and 'conversion'. I saw videos of skinny tattooed men fucking young, pretty studs with no condom. I read tons of stories about how much guys liked that they had been pozzed or about how they pozzed someone else. By the time I was 33, I was exploring this dark world nightly and getting painful boners. One of my favorite sites (now inactive) had photos, stories, essays and personal ads. The personal ads were split into two sections. The guys who wanted to be infected had ads under the caption "Please Give Me Your Gift, Sir" and the poz guys who wanted to infect negative men were under the caption "Accept My Gift, Buddy". Those four words were so fucking hot that just typing them now made me stiff. Unfortunately, there were no gift-givers in my general location. I checked night after night until a new one appeared that was from a giver right here in my town! The ad read: READY TO DIE? GWM, 38, 6'3, solid build, divorced. I've got the bug and want to give it to you. No-strings fucks only. Well of course I answered. I described myself and left my email address and phone number. And waited. On Saturday morning, my phone rang. "Hello?" "Yeah. You relied to my ad. Just called to say 'key'". "I'm so glad you did (was I really?). Great ad, by the way. I bet you had tons of replies." "Nope. Just you. That website is kind of obscure, but I also put it on some popular ones and you're still the only one who answered. One's all I needed, though. I need to give this gift to someone soon. " "Where are you?" "Well, since the divorce,I've been living in one of those motel rooms you rent by the week. It sucks, but I'm used to it now. I work as a bartender in a straight bar near the River district. I'll be there tonight but I won't be able to leave until 3 AM. Think you can come by and at least say 'hi'? The place is called "Beats". It might be busy or it might be dead. There's no telling." "I know where that is. I'll be there." "How will I know you? Wear something I'll recognize." "I'll be in jeans and a dark blue sweatshirt. My name is Will." "Cool. I'm Art. The other bartender is a chick -- so you'll know which one I am. Be there by 10, OK?" "See you then." click So there it was. I was further along into a quest that I never imagined I'd be on. It was still early, so I went back to bed. Sleep was impossible of course, but the possibilities and fantasies about what could happen put me into a waking trance of lust and a little fear. I took a long shower and shaved my face carefully. I'd managed to cut my chin several times with the razor. Nerves. I brushed my teeth way too vigorously because I remembered doing that caused bleeding of the gums and I wanted to expose tiny wounds in my mouth. I wanted all portals open to the gift. I got dressed and thought of putting on some cologne, but didn't. This wasn't a date I was going out to be fucked, not seduced. I was ready to die. By 9 PM, I couldn't take the waiting anymore. I left and made the short drive to where Art was waiting. "Beats" catered to young hetero people, but there were lots of more 'happening' clubs opening along the River District. I knew it wouldn't be crowded and it wasn't. I parked right up front and walked right in. Yep -- totally dead. The music wasn't even loud. I walked up to the bar and saw the lady bartender flirting with a punker-looking guy with tattoos and piercings. They were on the verge of a lip lock when I sat down. She seemed annoyed and asked me what I needed. "Um...is Art here?" "In the back. He'll be out in a minute." She resumed her conversation with the punker. Just then, a large guy walked in from the storage room. He looked so different than what I'd pictured. He was kind of cute in a goofy way. He was big and reminded me on a puppy whose paws were too big for its body. His expression was clear and open -- like he was waiting for a question. Nice. I liked him immediately. The girl waved her manicured hand in my direction. "You got a visitor here." He put down the crate of freshly-clean glasses and looked at me. "Will?" ""Hi, Art." "Hi!" He seemed to approve of my appearance. Possibly, a little surprised. He was every inch if 6'3" and wearing one of those long underwear shirts beneath a T-shirt. Manly, casual. He sure as hell wasn't dressed to impress, but I still was. Maybe he noticed the admiration in my eyes. "I'm taking my break now, Rima. Go see if anybody at the tables needs anything." She pouted a little and moved off to do a job she obviously hated. "Come sit down at the end of the bar. I'll get us a couple of shots." I moved down to where he was stacking glasses somewhere below where I could see. He dried his hands and came out to sit next to me. He seemed to bounce as he walked. He had a jumpiness I could relate to. He produced a few shot glasses filled with red liquid. "It's Hot Damn, 150 proof. Careful. Go slow." The punker left without leaving so much as a quarter tip. Poor Rima. She came back to the bar and got a rag to wipe up all the empty tables that people were leaving. It was getting desolate in here. "She's in a bad mood. The owner told us tonight that we're shutting down at the end of the month. I saw it coming. She didn't." "Just leave and find another shitty bar job. I've never been unemployed for more than a week," He got up, walked behind the bar and turned the music almost all the way down. He brought back two cold bottles of beers. "Let's go sit at a table." We sat at one in a dark corner. Nobody was left. "Let's drink up some free beer and then leave. I'm quitting now." SO we drank beer after beer and he talked out loud about what he had to do next. He'd call a few guys and probably start a new job by Monday. The light was low, but I could still see that open, inquisitive expression he had. I waited for a question. None came, so I asked one. "When did you get divorced?" "Oh God. It was over a year ago. She found out about how much fucking around I was doing. I'd given her a couple of disease, but not HIV. She was so pissed. I went to the clinic and found out I had the whole alphabet of STDS. " "Why did you cheat on her?" "Occupational hazard, I guess. Girls dig bartenders and I didn't resist any offers. Plus, my wife never loved me. We were trying to start a family, but she'd abort any baby I'd plant in her. I wanted a kid...and now I guess I'll never have one." "Why do you want to poz someone?" "Shit, Will. I was so drunk when I composed that ad. I was acting on pure impulse." "Oh." "Why the fuck do you want my poz seed?" I explained my strange journey here and he nodded, "You want a smoke? I need one.". He left, unlocked the cigarette vending machine and pulled out multiple packs of various brands. "Still want to let me do this to you?", he asked. I nodded as I opened the the second beer. "Well, I want to, Will." "Tonight?" "Why not? I'm ready to just walk out of here. My rented place is in The Dunham Inn right up the street. The building and hallways are a little scary, but my place is pretty nice and the locks are secure. I'll steal a bottle of something and we can go do it. Leave your car here and I'll bring you back in the morning. Ready?" I was. "I'm feeling weird now." "Why?" "I wasn't expecting anyone like you?" He paused. "I thought this was going to be a simple fuck...just me putting a load of death into some random dude's ass. I wanted no attachment -- just release and satisfaction. I thought it be no problem." "it's still no problem. I want to accept your gift. It would be an honor, Will." "OK. Good. Keep talking to me like that." Right then we arrived at his "motel". The building was as scary as promised. Blinking neon and assorted lowlifes hanging around outside. "Stick close to me. I'm big enough to scare most of them." His room was not so bad. A big bed and a TV that had been left on. He turned it off and starting stripping off his clothes. He flopped back on top of the bed in his jockey shorts. "Join me, Will." I got undressed and lied right next to him. "Keep talking like you were before." "I've told you everything. I want that lethal cock and that lethal load inside of me. Talk to me now." He pulled down his underwear and started stroking his big red dick. "This cock of mine is pure death. It will kill you and you have to promise me you really want it." I was out of talk. I got between his big thighs and started kissing his deadly organ. It got hard so fast. I grasped it at the base and studied it. It was pulsing with his heartbeat. It wasn't death. It was as alive as his heart or brain. Human and healthy. I kissed his balls which made him moan a little. I made slow work of worshipping his shaft. My sucking skills were untested, but I went for it. He arched his back and bucked back and forth into my mouth. He rolled over and pushed my legs apart with his hips. "We need to do this now." "I'm ready." "Are you" Are you really ready to die?" "DO IT!" He plunged into my hole. It was impossibly painful, but my hormones and adrenaline were cranked so high, that I didn't cry out or resist. He got it all the way in and let me get used to it. Then he pumped and found a pace he liked. He bucked faster and started mumbling. "I am giving you this shit in my body. It'll be your shit next. Our shit. Ohhhhh. I'm cumming!" And then this mission had complete. We both had what we wanted now. We fell asleep in each others' arms.

wow, look at that master pump his seed in that hole!

Today was the first time I saw it, I must admit. I was quite surprised to see it. However, there is emerging evidence that the Oxford jab does prevent around 67% of transmissions, so we’ll see.

I think it is a good idea. May be a clue they're really looking to meet rather than make their keyboard sticky.

I met this hot 6ft tall black guy on Grindr today, he sent me pics of his thick 9” cock and I knew I had to have it. I cleaned up and headed over to his place. We got undressed and I started blowing him on the bed feeling his thick meat grow in my mouth till I started gagging from the length. He then put me on my back, lubed up and slid inside me. It felt amazing, he then fucked me in every position imaginable for the next 2 hours. He said he took a long time to cum but I wasn’t complaining. We finally finished with me bent over the bed and him pounding away at my hole till he shot a huge load balls deep inside me. I might just have to make this a weekly thing.

I just watched clips of that. Hard pass. Dudes are going through the motions for a check, looking like some random WeHo dudes. Seriously lacking energy I think TIM is done. They are going to have to get away from the actors and go back to the real “streets.” Seedy motels, real cruising, backwoods, back alleys. All these dudes look like they are from West Hollywood, Castro or NYC. They need Guys who will fuck, breed and feltch for damn near free. Hell, even may have to grab a couple of sketch dudes.

I just love MEN, so any cock I will service and finish off the guy, does not matter on size, I will suck. I also love it when they have big balls that come through that I can play with, all men have cocks, I have a mouth to use. I remember a bloke in NYC ABS, think it was Blue something, anyway this small cock came through, I gladly sucked it to completion and pulled on his beautiful balls. We came out of the booths at the same and looked at each other, he was a hunk, tall guy, beard, blue eyes, he smiled. Anyway, we got to talking in the store, he asked if I fancied a drink, no pressure, I wanted to and did. Having a drink, chatting, he mentioned his dick size and asked what I thought about it, confused look on my face. He told me that the amount of times, the partian hole is closed, or he is pushed away, even slapped at, when he presents his cock for sucking has happened alot. I really felt for him, to be insulted and disrespected by a faceless stranger must have an effect on him or other people. Anyway, I met him the next day arranged, he was so handsome and attentive,great kisser, awesome body. had a great time, he came back to my hotel room later, we had sex, he took his time, had confidence and fucked me a few times that night and although it was not deep fucking, he hit the spot of enjoyment and his balls slapping against me.

Need to get dumber and more potent

I love fucking blindfolded/hooded cumdumps just cause I know he is a total fucking whore. lt takes a special level of faggot to be so cockhungry that you will let absolutely ANYONE fuck you up the ass bareback. Even more so if you don't even want to see who is fucking you, so you know he is trashy as fuck, probably loaded with cum, and nicely used. So easy, prelubed with warm jizz, no questions asked and no effort to fuck. I like the blindfold better than the sling sometimes cause the tops can see who the slut is but he doesn't have any idea who we are. But sometimes I like the hood cause it reminds the bottom that we don't give a fuck who he is or what he looks like. Next best thing to using some faggots hole through a glory hole

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HIV positive on meds and undetectable for 12 years... FYI if you use the word "clean" to describe your hiv status you're a douchebag ... I may be a pig but I am sure as fuck not "dirty"

I have been poz since I was 19. Over 20 years now.

Look, if you aren't into this story then just don't read it. There are plenty of other ones on the site. I have been asked by multiple people to continue the story so I will, but if it isn't your cup of tea, just ignore it. It's real simple. Chapter Six I stopped kissing Jack, I mean I stopped licking my protein out of his mouth and fell back onto the rug. My whole body was covered in sweat and I could feel Jack's cum drip out of my ass. For some reason I was still in overdrive, something I guess I should have explained earlier. See, people think it's cool and all having a big dick, but it has its downside too. When I got horny, I mean ready to just fuck, I got lightheaded and everything just got...blurry. It was a lot like being drunk except I kind went nuts to get myself off. I really wasn't aware until freshmen year, when Jack and me started to really jerk off heavily. We both didn't have girlfriends and until we got more known playing baseball, we kind of relied on ourselves to get off. We jerked off together, a lot. He loved seeing my dick erupt and I liked him watching me. But when I got into it, I mean really into it, I noticed that a lot of things came to my mind. Jack's dick looking nice, the way he leaked constantly and the curiosity of what he tasted like, a lot of gay shit. Up until now, it had just been thoughts and they passed as soon as I came. But here I was, covered in my own cum and still fucking blurry and wanting more. “How you feeling?” Mr. Blackthorn said, moving over me. I just looked up and grinned. “Here, drink this,” he said handing me a bottle of water, “That stuff can dry you out.” Didn't know or care what he was talking about, but I did down the fucking water in one go. “You still horny?” he asked as I tossed it aside. I gave him another grin and he opened my legs with his own. Again, part of my mind screamed for me to get up, to fucking get out of here as quickly as possible. But as he reached down and fingered my cummy hole, I told the voice to shut up and spread my legs even wider. “You want this?” I nodded, my dick already responding to the thought of his cock. He moved and his thick cock pushed into my hole, proving that he was indeed much bigger than Jack. Like with Jack though, the pain was pleasure into itself. The tingly feeling I was experiencing was all over my body but as his dick slid into my it was so much better than Jack's dick. It was thick, really thick, and the walls of my ass expanded to fit it, I gasped as the head popped into my super tight hole and began to push in. It was like I was outside my body, seeing my long, muscular legs being held apart by his arms, the way he grinned at me as I responded to every inch of him entering me. I relaxed myself again, realizing I was doing it automatically without a thought. “God you're tight,” he older man said as his dick went deeper and deeper. I whined as I felt him touch areas inside of me no one had before. As he slid past that spot in me I cried out, bucking my hips back onto him. “There...right there...” I gasped. He stopped, held my ankles tight and then pulled out slightly, his head moving over the spot again, making my dick burp up another glob of precum. “Is that your spot boy?” he asked stopping and pushing in again. A whimper escaped my lips as I felt my cock twitch again and my whole body want more. “Look at this cock,” he said, letting my legs rest on his shoulders and grabbing my dick with one hand, “Look at this magnificent cock...” His fingers gripped around it, not quite touching because of my girth. As he pushed into me he slowly stroked my member, making me cry out loud in fucking joy. “Sir...that's it sir....right there...” “You have to ask yourself Everett,” he said, still slowly pulling on my dick, “Why did god give you such a dick...” He let go and slammed his cock all the way into me, “When you have such a perfect pussy!” My eyes flew open and a squeak escaped my lips as I felt him bottom out in me, causing flashes of light to appear before me. “Such a fuckable little pussy...” he said pulling nearly all the way out and then slamming me again. There were no words, no fucking thought, all I knew was his cock was my world and I needed more of it, all of it. Everything. “Why boy, why do you need it?” If he was asking me I couldn't answer, I could barely catch my breath as each thrust stunned me into submission again, making me realize how badly I wanted more. “This pussy...” he said with a trust, “This perfect, tight...” thrust, “Wet little jock pussy. Right Everett, that's what you have?” My inside voice screamed no but my mouth just panted, “Yes sir, harder, harder...” “Harder what boy?” 'Fuck me sir, fuck me harder...” I honestly had no idea what I was saying any more, the words kept falling out of my drooling lips. “Fuck your what boy? Come on, what do you want me to fuck?” My pride held on as log as it could, resisting the last bit of my masculinity...and that huge cock hit me three more times and I cried out, “My pussy sir....fuck my pussy hard! Harder!!” An evil grin spread across the teacher's face as he folded me and half and just wet to down on my ass. Each push left me breathless, and another spurt of hot precum splatted on my face. Within a minute my whole face was covered in more cock snot hit my face, my tongue darting out trying to catch as much as I could. He stopped, and got off of me suddenly. My ass spasmed and I actually cried out at the feeling of emptiness. I was so close, so close to cumming again. I looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please sir...my pussy...” I begged. He sat back and spread his legs. “Come over here and sit on my cock son.” I scrambled over and pushed myself onto his towering dick. He didn't make one move as I began to ride his cock as hard as I could. My dick spit precum over both of our abs and I looped my legs under his knees to get more traction. “What are you doing Everett?” Jack asked me, as if from far away, “Fucking myself...must fuck...” I muttered. “What are you fucking?” “My pussy...fuck my pussy...” “Look up Everett,” Jack ordered. I looked up and saw his phone pointing at me, “Smile and say it again. I gave the phone a fucking goofy ass grin, and said with a smile, “I'm fucking my pussy...fucking my tight jock pussy...” I had to stop to wipe the drool going down my chin. “Perfect.” Jack said, continuing filming. “You ready to get bred boy?” Mr. Blackthorn asked. “Fuck my pussy...” I kept muttering. “You gonna have my babies? You want my babies boy?” For some reason I just nodded and he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down as he thrust up. Without thought I screamed, “Breed me! Fucking breed my pussy!” “You like that son? You like your daddy fucking you?” Another slight pause in my head but my mouth had no hesitation, “Fuck me daddy, fuck your boy. Make me cum...” “You like your daddy up in your jock pussy?” “Breed me dad, breed me harder...” I was slamming myself down as hard as I could, I couldn't tell it if it was sweat or precum flying between us. He kept slamming me down and with a growl he said, “Here it comes son, your daddy is going to cum in your pussy!” “Daddy! Daddy! Come in your boy...cum in your boy's pussy...” I felt his head pulse and my own cock exploded. Cum hit the bottom of my chin first and then exploded over both our faces, I could feel the warmth in me as he flooded my ass....my pussy with his cum. I clenched my ass, wanting to keep as much in my as possible. As I came I just kept repeating, “Daddy, daddy...fuck me daddy...” As the last spurt left my cock I felt my head go light and my eyes rolled back into my head. I don't know what happened after that.

Chapter Five Jack caught a ride with me to Blackthorn's house. “You really think he can get my grades up?” I asked him. “Depends, I mean you're pretty behind. But I bet he'll find something you can do to earn the grade.” “Sheesh I hope so, if I lose my scholarship I don't know what I'd do.” “Go into porn?” “Huh?” “Nothing, just listen to what he has to say.” We pulled up to his house and I grabbed my backpack, “Did you bring your books?” Jack shook his head, “Nah, I'll just follow along.” As we approached the door it opened and Blackthorn was standing there looking buff as shit. He had on a tight black t-shirt that really showed his chest off and a pair of workout shorts that might have been old because they were pretty tight on him. He started to smile and then looked at Jack, “Um, this was a private lesson Palmer.” Before I could say anything Jack spoke up, “It's ok Mr. Blackthorn, I figured out what you were going to teach him and I'd like to help.” Blackthorn raised an eyebrow. “He told me about the private lesson you gave him earlier, and I thought if you were going to go into a full lesson, you might need help.” He cocked his head and he gave Jack a small smile, “Have you been giving him lessons as well?” “Well sir I've been trying, but I think he's finally ready to learn.” “Well then come in boys, we have no time to waste.” His house was pretty swag, I mean you could tell he was a bachelor. He must have not bought light bulbs because this room was fucking dark, I had no idea how we were going to study. There was a large blanket on the floor and pillows all around. “Sit, you guys drink?” Jack laughed, “Does a fish swim?” “Excellent, let me grab some wine, take your shoes off and relax.” Jack shucked his off quickly so I followed suit. “Dude, he might have forgotten I was coming by, this place looks like it's setup for a date or something.” Jack leaned back on a stack of pillows, “Maybe, but he's willing to teach so relax man.” I sat down and started grabbing my book out of my backpack. “Nope,” Mr. Blackthorn said coming out of the kitchen with a bottle of wine and some glasses, “You aren't ready for a book yet Palmer, we need to go back to basics.” Man I was too stupid to even use the book? That sucks. Blackthorn sat down and poured us all a huge glass of wine. “Um, I don't really drink all that much,” I said looking at my wine. And it was true, I got stupid when I was drunk, a fact I learned in high school a couple of times. Both times I had gotten drunk I woke up at a friend's house, buck naked feeling like I had ran a marathon the night before. The guys always just said I was fun when I was that way but I didn't like it. “A relaxed mind learns faster,” Blackthorn said, indicating I should drink. Sighing I brought the glass up to my mouth and started to chug it. It was sweet, I mean it had that nasty alcohol taste but I drank it all pretty quickly. They were both just staring at me open mouthed. “What?” I asked putting the glass down, “You said drink.” Jack and Blackthorn looked at each other and smiled. “Ok then, well that should help. What was the last thing you recall us studying?” I thought really hard, but I was already getting a little wobbly, “Um, the civil war I think?” “Everett, we're going over Watergate, that's a hundred years later. You haven't been paying attention at all?” “No sir,” I said sadly. Was it hot in here? “We should quiz him,” Jack offered, “You know test and see what he knows and doesn't.” Blackthorn just looked at Jack in confusion. “We're going to ask you some history questions, and you try to answer them as correctly as possible ok?” I nodded. “But I know you, you're just going to say you don't remember to most of them, so let's give you a reason to think.” I didn't understand what he just said and fought back giggling and just asked, “Huh?” “For every question you get wrong you have to take off a piece of clothing.” “What?” I said shocked, “No way I'm not stripping.” “Then think hard about your answers,” Jack suggested. I looked at Blackthorn for help but he just nodded, “I think it's a good idea. The pressure of not wanting to undress yourself should give you motivation to recall facts.” I did not want to do this but he was the teacher and I remembered what Jack said. Just do whatever Blackthorn tells me so I can pass. I nodded, “Sure ok.” “Great,” Blackthorn said, “Who was the president during the civil war?” “Um, penny guy...Lincoln!” “That's right,” he looked at Jack, you lose. Jack paused for a moment and then smile, “You got me.” He pulled his socks off. “Ok Jack, who were we fighting against in the war?” “The south,” Jack answered. That was was way easy. Blackthorn looked at me, “You lose.” I wasn't sure how I lost since I didn't get a question wrong but Jack did it so I took my socks off as well. “Everett, who was Lincoln's Secretary of War.” I just stared at Blackthorn. “During the war, who was the man in charge of most of it.” “Um...Lincoln's son?” “No, Edwin Stanton, your loss.” I had never heard that name before but the wine was really hitting me and I just pulled my shirt off. “Ok, you got me.” “Jack, where was Lincoln shot?” “Ford's theater,” he answered instantly. “Everett, your loss.” “Man...” I said looking at what I was wearing, “Um, all I have are my pants.” “You still have your underwear right?” Blackthorn asked. “Um, no I've been freeballing it all day.” Blackthorn shook his head, “Rules are rules.” Sighing I stood up and wobbled a little. Jack jumped up and steadied me. “Thanks man,” I said unbuttoning my jeans. “Here let me help,” he said doing it for me. I pulled them down and stepped out of them, I was torn. It felt so fucking good to be naked because I was too hot but I was also naked in front of two guys. I sat back down and put a pillow over my groin. “Well that was fast,” Blackthorn said, “What are we going to use to motivate him now?” Jack thought about it, “Ok how about we move to strip poker rules? Loser has to do what the winner tells him too.” Those were the rules. When we played strip poker whoever was naked and lost again had to do whatever the winning guy said. I had lost one hand and they made me jog around the school statue completely naked. I nodded, “Ok fine.” “Everett, who was the president of the Confederacy?” “The what?” “The Confederacy,” Blackthorn repeated, “Of the United States?” I was confused, “You mean Lincoln?” Jack laughed, “The Confederacy was the south dumbass.” I blushed, “Well I didn't know that!” “Ok Mr. Blackthorn, you won, your dare.” “OK Everett, you have to have another glass of wine.” I made a face but nodded. Blackthorn jumped up and left the room. “Dude, I'm naked!” Jack just shrugged, “You should have been paying more attention in class.” “I thought you were coming along to help me.” “Oh I'm helping, trust me.” Blackthorn came back and sat down, “Ok little bit of wine,” he poured, “And take this.” He held out his hand and a little purple pill. It looked like a Flintstones's vitamin. “What's this?” I asked taking it from him. “It helps you with hangovers, for the next morning.” “Oh cool,” I said popping in my mouth and chasing it down with the wine. “So where were we?” he asked. “The confederacy,” I answered, leaning back on the pillows. “Right, so do you remember when the civil war ended?” I thought about it for a moment, “Um, 1900's?” “1865,” he corrected me. “Uh oh,” I said suddenly laughing, “I missed again.” “Jack, your dare,” Blackthorn said. Jack looked at me, “Ok, I get to tickle you for a minute straight.” “No way!” I said, trying to sit up but it was too late. Jack pounced on me, throwing the pillow off my crotch and straddling my waist. “Please Jack don't...” I begged. He tore into my side and I lost it. I was super ticklish, a fact Jack has lorded over me for years. “Beg for mercy,” he said as I tried to block his hands. “Please Jack, please!” “You want me to pick something else?” I nodded almost crying, “Please, anything!” “Promise.” “I promise, I promise!!' He stopped and I laid there, trying to catch my breath. “Ok, so anything.” I nodded and he stood up. He unbuttoned his jeans and my eyes got wide. “Dude,” I whispered, “Not here!” He dropped his pants, standing over me in just his black jockstrap. “You said anything.” he said stepping out of his jeans. “A promise is a promise Mr. Everett.” Sighing I just nodded. He knelt back down, closer to my face, his crotch just over my head. “Lemme feel that tongue,” he said. God I couldn't believe this. Just like Jack to find something humiliating and make me do it in front of a teacher no less! Man I am going to get him back for this. I leaned my head up and licked his pouch, the musky smell wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. He didn't move so I kept going, his dick slowly hardening. He reached down and moved his pouch aside, his balls were now exposed. Man, this is the worst! I licked the smooth underside of his balls and heard him moan. “There ya go Everett, this is what you get when you don't study.” He was right, if only I had paid more attention in class I wouldn't be in the mess. I kept licking, sucking one ball into my mouth and rolling it around in my mouth. He gasped and I went for the other one. I just wanted this to be over with, I was already dizzy from he wine and now I was losing focus. I licked around Jack's balls, for some reason their smoothness was fucking cool. I was obsessed with the way they felt, so smooth, warm...they were like candy almost. Jack scooted down, straddling my chest now. His dick was hard as fuck sticking out of his jock. He pushed the head of it down towards my mouth and I opened it slowly, like I was in a dream. I tasted his precum as he pushed into my mouth and the taste was insane! The feeling of his dick on my tongue was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I grabbed either side of his ass and pulled him deeper into me. “Yeah buddy, eat that cock.” There was something in the back of my mind saying this was all wrong but I didn't care. Everything was like explosions all over my body. The feeling of the blanket beneath me made me tingle, Jack's ass on my chest was warm and smooth...everything was like a turn on and I was about to lose control. “Roll him over,” Blackthorn told Jack. “Come on big guy.” he said getting up and sitting near my head, “Come and get it.” I rolled over and crawled towards his dick, the movement on my hands and knees was like tiny electrical shocks. I went back to sucking his dick, now fully going down on him, wanting to feel his head hit the back of my throat. “Yeah, you like that don't you buddy?” I nodded while I blew him, I liked it a lot right now. My legs were nudged apart and I could feel Blackthorn behind me, spreading them with outward. I was on all fours, head down in Jack's crotch, ass up and I just didn't care. I wanted to say this wasn't me but everything felt so fucking good I wanted it to be me all the time. I was so focused on Jack's dick that I didn't even notice Blackthorn's face near my ass. I didn't notice until his tongue licked my hole. If Jack hadn't been holding my head I would have jumped up screaming. Instead I just screamed around his dick as Blackthorn's warm tongue moved again and again around my hole. Now I was fully extended as I kept blowing Jack but pushing my ass back onto the teacher's tongue. “Yeah that's it buddy,” Jack said stoking my hair, “Back up into that, come on, show him you want it.” As it darted into my tight hole for a moment I blacked out a little it felt so good. I came off of Jack's dick and screamed, “Please sir, do it some more.” Blackthorn's hands grabbed my ass and he plunged his face into my ass hard. His tongue speared into me and I actually squealed as I put my head on the ground and stuck my ass up higher. “Tell him champ, tell him how it feels.” “Oh sir it feels soooo good! Like that, deeper, harder...sir please harder.” His hands pulled my cheeks apart even more and his tongue went deeper, causing me to just scream in pleasure. I couldn't form words as he forced it in and out again and again, each time it going just a tiny bit farther than before. I was pushing back as hard as I could to meet his movement, I wanted that in me, I needed it...I wanted more. “More sir, more...” “Does it feel good?” Jack asked grabbing my chin and making him look at me. I looked up with a big goofy grin on my face, slobber running down my chin. All I could do was nod. “You want more?” Another nod. “You want it deeper?” Several nods. “Ok,” Jack said to Blackthorn, “Switch.” Jack got up and I watched his dick bob away with regret. But it was ok cause Blackthorn sat down and his dick was right there. Now he had a man's cock, thick, strong, not as long as me but it was a solid cock, like my dad had. “Come on Everett, it's ok.” he said pushing my head down towards it. I closed my eyes and began sucking the man's cock, his taste was completely different and the second I tasted it I wanted more. His hands were entwined in my hair and as I bobbed up and down he was massaging my scalp, making my entire head tingle in pleasure. Jack's tongue pushed into me and I whimpered again around Blackthorn's beefy dick. I began pushing back again, hoping Jack could get it in deeper than Blackthorn. As Jack tongue fucked me I slurped up and down Blackthorn's dick, I couldn't take the whole thing in my mouth it was so thick, I moved around the sides like it was a huge, flesh popsicle. I began to whine as I realized Jack wasn't going any deeper. “You want more?” Jack asked me. I nodded around Blackthorn's dick. “Ok, I'll give you more.” Something smooth pressed against my hole, something pretty big. I wanted to look at what it was but Mr. Blackthorn was pushing my head down to keep me sucking. Whatever it was slowly started to enter me and I felt the same sting as when Billy put three fingers in me. But with the sting came a whole other sensation, like the pain itself was a kind of pleasure. I remember what I had learned and relaxed, pushing out as it went in. “Fuck!” Jack said as whatever it was pushed inches into me. My ass spasmed around it, not used to anything that big in it and certainly not going in! It pulled out a little and I felt the spot where it had left ache with emptiness. I pushed back quickly, not wanting to lost the feeling, impaling myself on it another couple of inches. “Fuck Ev, you really want this?” I pushed back again, ignoring the pain and focusing on the fucking fireworks going on in my ass. Something bumped up against my ass and it took my spaced mind a second to realize that it was. That was Jack! The haze in my head vanished as I realized I had a dick up my ass! I tried to pull back but all I did was push onto it more. When it hit bottom I felt that same tingle as when Billy touched me and my eyes rolled back in my head. Jack pulled his dick back a few inches and then pushed into me again. His dick slide right over that spot and I felt myself moan in spite of myself. “Yeah, come on big guy, you can do it.” I didn't want to do it but every time he moved his dick my body just went nuts and I found myself pushing back onto him. My body was meeting his thrusts as I mentally screamed for him to stop. Finally Blackthorn let go of my head and I was able to talk. “Jack! Jack....you're...uhhh....stop...please...oh god....” Jack kept fucking me, each time my train of thought shattered as I instinctively pushed back into it. “What Everett, what do you want?” “Stop...fuck...stop fuc...ohhh...” He had stopped his dick right at the spot and was just moving it back and forth like not even a quarter inch. My thoughts blurred as all I felt was fucking sex. My reason and complaints just went away as a blinding light of pleasure overwhelmed me. I don't know how long I was like that but when I came back I was covered in sweat, moving like mad. “Yeah Everett, yeah...fuck yourself, come on stud harder...” I was confused to what he meant until I realized I was doing just that. I was rocking back and forth on his cock, he had stopped moving and I was fucking myself on it. The sound of my ass hitting him was loud as I used all my strength to rear back and take all of his cock deeper and deeper. “Yeah, come on boy, harder.” There was half a moment's hesitation but it vanished as I forced his cock to hit that spot in me again. It was fucking everything and I felt what little resistance I had left just vanish. “Yeah...fuck me Jack, harder...harder...” “Yeah?” Jack asked surprised, “You asking for it now?” “Please Jack, fuck me, please...” His hands went back to my waist and he thrust forward as I pushed back. And everything inside of me just exploded. The impact of his dick into my ass was like a bomb going off, and I just went nuts. “Yes, yes....fuck me, fuck my ass....harder Jack, harder!” “You like that Ev? You like getting fucked?” “Oh yeah, fuck me Jack, fuck me all night.” “Beg me Jack, beg me to keep going.” “Please Jack, please....” I said trying to push as hard as I could back. “You really want this?” I nodded and whined. He pulled his dick out. I turned around panicked, my ass sting from the emptiness. He sat back, “Here's my dick bud, come and get it.” I realized that this was different, that I was no longer being fucked, that he wanted me to go over there and do it myself. I could hear my ego scream and me not to do this, that I was straight and I needed to stop. I saw Jack's dick twitch a drop of precum pooled up at the tip... I moved over, straddled his waist and guided his cock into me. “Come on big boy, ride me.” I put my hands around his neck, looped my legs under his knees and pushed myself down on his member. I threw my head back and moaned as I felt it bottom out in me. My sexuality screamed in despair and I just slammed myself again and again on his dick. “Whose my fucking jock bitch?” Jack asked. I slowed a little and he added, “Only jock bitches get fucked...” And again it was another line...a line my ass didn't care about. “I'm your jock bitch Jack, I am...” “Who owns your ass?” “You do Jack, you do....” “You gonna let me fuck you anytime I want?” I nodded, “Just fuck me Jack...harder.” He began to thrust up with my movements and I fucking squealed again. “Yeah scream for that dick, come on bitch...fuck yourself....harder, faster...” I did everything he said, not caring about anything else in the world but the pleasure I was feeling. “You want me to breed you?” he asked. I didn't know what that meant. “You want me to shoot my load into you? You wanna feel my cum in your tight jock ass?” I nodded, not sure what I was doing any more. “Stroke your cock for me,” he commended, “Lemme see your big dick react to me fucking you.” I grabbed my dick, who had been ready to fire off at any second and he began to push up like a fucking jackhammer. “Come on bitch, come on you knock bitch...take my seed....take it....” “Breed me Jack....fucking breed me...” I cried as my hand blurred up and down the length of my cock. “Cum for me bitch, cum for your man...” “Jack....JACK!!!” I honestly lost time. My load shot and I think I passed out for a moment. It was like an out of body experience, I could feel the warmth of Jack's cum flooding my ass, the throb of it as he just shot again and again....I could feel his nails dig into the muscles of my back as he held me there, pressed against his sweaty body, making me take his load like the jock bitch I was. I could feel the cum splash against my face and I know my tongue darted out to catch what I could. The wet warmth against our chest and abs was like a baptism as a part of my mind realized what complete ecstasy felt like. As I collapsed forward into Jack he embraced me and pulled me into him. He leaned in and kissed me hard, and I found all I wanted to do was kiss him back. Jesus Christ...what have I become?

Id cheat on all my boyfriends and couldn't help it. It was always a big thrill for me and id do it as often as possible. My last boyfriend I was with for 4 years refused an open relationship when I proposed it multiple times and tried forcing me to be monogamous, but it only made me want to cheat on him even more. I probably let the entire city fuck me before we finally broke up. Id love to have a partner, but he'd have to accept an open relationship. I cant stand jealousy nor possessiveness.

Hello, first I have to apologize in case the story is difficult to understand. I write the stories in German and have them translated by the Google translator, as I cannot speak or write and read English. Needless to say, this story is fictitious, as are people and places. The game got out of hand - Part 1 (introduction, not sexual) Every first Friday of the month our small group meets for a game night. Every now and then there are a few new faces, like on this Friday evening, which should change my life. But first I would like to introduce the regular cast of our small group: Frank is 32 years old, gay, very trained at 1.87 meters tall, he weighs 80 kilos. Simon is 40 years old, gay, rather lanky and 1.95 meters tall, he only weighs 72 kilos. He is also Frank's husband. Hussein is 22 years old, bisexual, bodybuilder type, and at 1.80 meters he weighs 86 kilos. Johannes is 25 years old, bisexual, of normal stature and weighs 73 kilos at 1.75 meters tall. Elias is 20 years old, gay, the typical twink, weighs 60 kilos and is 1.76 meters tall. Dominik is 36 years old, bisexual, of normal stature and weighs 70 kilos at 1.68 meters. I'm Benjamin, 21 years old, straight (I thought so far), I also have a normal stature at 1.72 meters, I bring 68 kilos with me. Usually my friend Amelie (24) and Dominik's friend Magdalena (30) are also there. However, this time the two girls could not take part for professional reasons, as there was an acute shortage of staff on the night shift in the hospital where they work. I only owe this evening game to my girlfriend (or better said now ex-girlfriend) Amelie, who found out through Magdalena that we had gone there. That said Friday evening there were three new faces brought by Hussein and Simon. Hussein brought Matteo, and Simon brought Vincent and Fabio. Matteo is a 19 year old twink, absolutely gay, weighs only 77 kilos at 1.99 meters tall. Vincent and Fabio are both 38 and twins, both are gay and at 1.75 meters tall and 70 kilos, they are more average. That evening we wanted to play the dice game 10000. The winner is whoever threw the 10,000 points together first. A 5 is 50 points, 3 fives with a throw are 500 points, these must still be confirmed by a 1 or 5. 4 fives with a throw are 5000 points, these must also be confirmed with a 1 or 5. A 1 is 100 points, 3 ones with a throw are 1000 points, and must also be confirmed with a 1 or 5. 3x the 2, 3, 4 or 6 with one throw means 200, 300, 400 or 600 points after confirmation by a 1 or 5. 4x the 2, 3, 4 or 6 with one throw means 2000, 3000, 4000 or 6000 points after confirmation. There are 6 dice in play, but a maximum of 2 dice may remain, but at least one die must remain for the game to be scored. After the rules were set, Matteo asked about the stakes per game, whereupon Frank explained to him that we would normally only play just for fun, i.e. without stakes. Matteo then said, however, that it would be more interesting if the person who had thrown the least number of points had to take off an item of clothing. As a little thrill by the way. My opinion was NO, as I had just lost a bet with my girlfriend two days ago and as a punishment I was only allowed to wear one item of clothing per body region. So I only had a t-shirt, Adidas sports pants and my Adidas shoes ... ...not more. Of course, I did not say that, but instead said that a vote was needed. No wonder, the only one who was against this additional rule was me, but I was also the last one who was allowed to vote, and since I already knew the result, I voted for the rule extension with a better conscience. Sequel follows...

Yeah that’s true pretty much all raw except the area near Jack Straws Was sucking a guy off last night then he pulled a rubber when he had me bent over needles to say I walked to my favourite bareback area and was full when I left this morning

( ***Warning. This installment has a very brief reference to 'bi' sexual activity. Please don't read on if you find such material offensive. ***) It was a clear crisp day as I parked to cross the ice to my hut. The very first hint of spring was in the air. The temperature was still below freezing but just. With the warmth of the sun I didn't need all the cumbersome layers, gloves, toque and scarf. I started out with my coat wide open and my customary button down shirt half open anticipating the day that I might soon be able to take in the sun naked. Mike had been away for a week. I didn't know when he would return. I had a little action over the week but not much. I could see lots of guys at the closest cluster of ice huts. I decided to take a wander through and greet some of the guys I knew. Besides I might get lucky. As I stepped out on the ice Flint called my name. Flint was a big dirty blonde bear of a man. 6' 6"s, 250 lbs of jovial teddy bear. He, his wife and five kids lived close to us. He fucked me with his beer can sized man meat the night my wife and I had he and his wife over for a bisexual foursome. His cock was literally the diameter and length of a beer can. Just the best length to actually feel his cum pump into me. His wife had laughed watching my facial response to the flooding I was receiving. Smiling she said, "I know, right!" Fuck the walk! I needed a repeat performance and I needed it now. I reached into my pants making sure Flint saw me adjust my growing erection. He was on board already unbuttoning his flannel shirt exposing more of his thickly carpeted blonde chest and belly. We retreated between a pickup and large van. After a brief period of intensely kissing his gorgeous bearded face and lips he turned me to lean me against the van. I dropped my jeans and he hungrily ate and spit a gallon of saliva in my eager ass. Figuring I was well lubricated he stood and began to wedge his naked beer can cock into my stretched hole. I was stretched to the max. It took some time and effort but he finally got the entire thick shaft in and gave me a moment to adjust. When I nodded my readiness he began a rhythmic fuck that consumed my whole world. I had not heard the arrival of another vehicle, but I did hear the cat calls of five guys walking by and watching us fuck in such a public place. Three walked on by. Two stepped closer and fished out their cocks. One of them clapped his buddy on the shoulder proclaiming, "Look, he's taking it bareback. Now that's my idea of a real man." Flint just kept pounding as our audience moved in even closer between the two vehicles. In spite of the cold, sweating profusely, Flint proclaimed to our active observers, "Now here's how a real man does it ... argh, auurrrg ... real ... men ... never ... pull... oouuutt!" I felt all eight volleys blast and coat my gut walls. As soon as Flint pulled out one of our onlookers was inside me and soon his sperm was swimming with Flint's massive load. When he pulled out I realized a new audience member had arrived and was claiming my ass with his raw tool. He didn't last long as the other original observer was fucking him. I got the fourth guys load as well. Great start to the day. I hadn't even left the parking lot and was squeezing my ass cheeks to hold in four fresh loads. I joined my breeder team to walk them out to their huts. I spent the rest of the afternoon sucking down loads and taking man after man up my ass. No idea how many loads I swallowed but I know another nine loads tried to find space to stay in my sloppy ass. There was no hiding the wet spot in the back of my jeans when I finally retreated to my own hut to take a much needed rest.

Hmmmm. I would say perhaps being somewhere in between ? I enjoy fuckbuds who I may have mounted or been plowed by a dozen or more times and we know what trips each other's trigger and still find it compelling and fun. The other end of the scale are my beleaguered old boyfriends, whom after I've fucked 167 times, I find myself closing my eyes during sex and fantasizing about their brothers in law to get through it.

Wow, such insightful posts. I'm not at particularly high risk , but have not had any hookups since last February. ( Last hookup was a sex party at Club Ajpinia in Berlin literally a day before lockown), If you've never been and like older men that place is an enjoyable friendly fuckfest. OK, my bad there was that hot 40 y/o blond bi somewhat DL man who I rimmed and swallowed his load and I begged to fuck him outside on the beach on my beachtowel in October but that was outdoors on a windy day so that doesn't count . ( Maybe I forgot to mention that nice older otter that I blew while he sat under the tree reading a novel and patting my head on the same day at the beach a little later) So last sex was October. I'm getting randy and a little irritable. So I'm hoping to get a vaccine in the next three weeks because at this point I'm even thinking of fellating the bedposts. It's comforting to see folks writing here that others are also getting COVID fatigue.

Even though I don’t really care what a Top chooses to call my hole, I more and more find myself referring to it, and thinking of it, as a cunt. Mine is not a delicate, feminine thing implied by ‘pussy’, but ‘hole’ is too sterile a term for its function in a sexual context. On a man like me, this orifice has a very specific designated use, which is to accept penetration and insemination by cocks - I was born to serve this function for men, so this is part of my anatomy in a way that it isn’t for a total Top. Therefore, this part, to my thinking, naturally needs a term that aptly describes what it is intended for. Yes, there are any number of alternatives, but most of them are just variations on ‘hole’ or ‘tube’ and aside from having ‘fuck-‘ prefixed to them don’t necessarily evoke the true sense of a sexual/reproductive/breeding act in the way ‘pussy’ does, and ‘cunt’ does with a harder edge. ‘Slit’ comes close, perhaps, because we don’t usually speak in terms of humans having slits except in a vaginal sense, so that translates. In the end I think I self-identify mine as a cunt because I recognize and accept that it has always been meant for fucking independently of its other use, without soft or delicate treatment that might be suggested by a softer word. If I had to say what marks me as different from men who have never been fucked by another man, I would say that I have been cunted - it’s something that, once done, can never be undone, and when a man like me has been cunted by other men hundreds of times, there can be no doubt that the thing that defines him is a cunt.

Two years ago I was in DC at the Eagle and two muscular black guys in their mid-30s in harnesses and I were cruising each other. I was 38 at the time, smooth athletic build and wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I finally went over to talk to them and one of them said "Come on. You're going back to our place, you fucking pig." Sounded good to me so I followed them back to their place. We get there and they tell me to strip down to the black jock I was wearing, and to get into the sling. They also stripped, although they left on their harnesses. Next thing I know my right arm was tied above my head and one of the guys asked me if I partied. I said I smoked some T before, but not much. They just looked at each other. They asked if I was poz, to which I answered "No, I'm neg." Another look. Next thing I knew I saw three syringes with orange caps. Being tied-up in a sling, I started to panic a little, but the bigger of the two guys, Terry, said "Relax, we got ya." I responded "Please, don't." Terry replied "You're still our slut for the night." Next thing I knew he wiped my forearm with an alcohol swap, and inserted a needle into my arm. I saw a tinge of blood enter the syringe and then he depressed the plunger, injecting the liquid into my arm. I completely lost my breath and gasped, but Terry encouraged me to take a deep breath. I coughed three or four times, and then felt warm and tingly. My ass felt as if it was on fire. I just looked at Terry and Tom, the other top, and blurted out "Please, fuck me. Please, give me your cock." The two guys laughed at me and said "Good boy, now we have you the way we like you - a hungry Tina junkie, begging for cock." Tom approached to fuck me with his 9.5 inch big black cock. When I realized he was not wearing a condom, I said "No, not raw, please, SIR" but he responded "Shut up, slut and take it" and with that he rammed his entire raw cock into my ass, and all I could do was beg for it. He chuckled "What do you want, white boy?" I answered "Please fuck me SIR." Tom yelled "You want this nigger cock boy?" I muttered "Yes, SIR." I didn't wanna say it. but he made me, and finally I screamed "Fuck me SIR - give me that huge nigger cock up my pussy." Good slut" he replied, and proceeded to fuck me then grunted "Take my poz load boy - here it comes." I was so high I begged him to breed me. When Tom withdrew, Terry was next at bat, and Tom disappeared downstairs. Same thing - another case of "Take my big black cock boy" and as he fed me his 10.5. inches. It was so fucking thick I kept the poppers handy and was begging for it up my pig cunt. He also bred me and as he blew his load I found myself saying "Feed me your cum SIR, breed me" to which he responded "Here it comes, boy - another poz load for your pussy." When he pulled-out and I could feel cum dripping down my legs. My hole felt so empty and I squirmed in the sling, at which point Terry pick-up a huge red butt plus and proceeded to shove it up my pig cunt. It felt soooo good to be stuffed. Then he disappeared downstairs for a good 15 minutes. Next thing I knew, Terry, Tom and two more huge black muscle guys walked into the room. Terry (or was it Tom?) said to the guys "Here's the junkie slut we are pozzing. You want some?" The guys immediately stripped and proceeded to slam themselves. While they were prepping themselves, Tom asked me "You need another slam boy? This time its gonna be a big one - we want you really fucked up." Tom proceeded to stick himself and draw some of his blood into the syringe. As I watched, he depressed the plunger only a bit. The next thing I knew he pulled it out of his arm and stuck me with it - injecting his poz blood into my arm. No sooner had the contents of the syringe entered my blood stream, well, I was flying! I coughed even harder this time and all four of the guys laughed at me. Tom said "Good slut - I just gave you a .5 slam." My pussy was on fire like never before. They untied me from the sling and put me on the bed where they proceeded to take turns on me for over three hours. They even double fucked me. My pussy couldn't get enough bareback cock. The two guests also bred me, so I had four loads in my pig cunt when one of the guys brought out some huge fucking dildos. I honestly didn't think I could take them but certainly wanted to try. I took a deep hit of poppers and the guys proceeded to wreck my hole with extra large black dildos, eventually shoving two in me at once. Sometime later the two guests left, and Tom and Terry fucked me some more, eventually depositing loads five and six in my ass. Late morning I left, and as we parted, Terry and Tom said "Good slut - we want you again. Welcome to the world of poz pig play - you fucking Tina slut." Part 2 next time.

Yeah it is so sad. That was a total institution. I hear the owner is looking for a new venue to reopen however not sure if it will be a full on motel/club/bar or just a bar

If I'm at a glory hole, I'll take what ever is on offer. I'm a slut, that's what I do 🙂

cowgirl! I'm a natural cowgirl. [EG] someone told me once that cowgirl was THE sluttiest-looking position. I love that I can beat my meat/tweak my nipples... and stuff a dick or 2 in my mouth

Extremely HOT , Beautiful and Delicious profile and pictures ! Became friends with my Cousin and his buddies - learning sexual items / masturbation and more - your profile bringing those memories alive - remember became a bottom of my cousin and his 2 buddies - party - getting high - having fun - cum loads - 3 tops - now I found a Pleasure of sex being a bottom !

I'd been wanting to get spit roasted for some time, but I live in a small city which makes for slim pickings. We have some porn theaters in town, but they can be touch and go. So as you can guess, I spend a fuck load of time on the internet. So one day on the internet I saw an add for a couple of guys visiting from out of town. After exchanging very few emails, I knew these two guys were my type: shorter than 6', football builds, Hispanic and dark hairy chests. They were both tops and that suited this bottom fine. They mentioned they would have condoms and lube and wanted to do this semi-public. They also said I was their type: a 6' tall otter, slim build and good looks with a beard...college boy type. I suggested on the theaters that had both glory holes and a large theatre. That way, if they were flakes, I could try my luck at the gloryholes. The two liked the idea and asked if I liked poppers. My answer was straightforward: poppers are the extent of my current drug use with sex and as far as I would go. They replied, "Same here." We decided on 11pm that evening. I did my douching around 9pm and left an hour later. My joint glowed in the wind of the rolled down windows as my tunes blasted into the night. I got to the theatre pretty blazed and noted there were a good amount of cars in the lot. So I decided to check out the glory holes first since I had arrived a bit early. I set up in a booth with glory holes on either end. There were a couple of tall rugged guys there and I was hoping I would get a taste of cum since I assumed the two tops I was meeting would be cumming in the condoms up my ass. I heard this guy enter the booth to my right. I kept my eyes on the porn. Usually guys try and sneak a peak at their potential cocksucker slut, but this guy just stuck a 7" dick through, uncut. I fucking love uncut dicks. I went to town on the hairy shaft. "Shit...", I thought, "this has got to be truck driver or a country guy." This was only because his dick was rough and hairy, no primping with this guy. My cottonmouth was coming on hard and I could tell it was affecting the blowjob. The guy pulled off and wagged his dick through the glory-hole. He was hairy from head to toe. God, if those two dudes show up I am gonna be one happy cock slut. Just then I heard someone enter the booth to my left. I couldn't take my eyes off this trucker though. His hand came down with a drink and a straw in a large styrofoam cup. "Drink this, wet that mouth for me." I did. I swallowed large gulps and kept a bit in my mouth on the last sip to slosh around and keep it wet. He stuck his dick back through and I stood up a bit to give my knees a rest and was just bent over, unknowingly showing off my ripe cherry to the glory-hole behind me. As I sucked on the trucker an odd head-rush came to me. I kept sucking on the guy's cock, but felt really . . . well, higher. Almost like I was on X or G! That guy had G in the cup. It had been awhile, but since I knew what I was in for, I did not complain and just kept going. I felt the dude in the other booth moving around and blowing air on my pucker. I decided, "Let's get some good ass play if the other dude is up for it." I inched backwards and felt my ass hit the wall behind me, my back arched and I could feel fingers spread my cheeks. Then a wet, lubed finger penetrated my hole and started loosening it up. I felt the guy tap my ass with a small bottle. I reached back and took the poppers. I took a sniff and then the trucker pulled his dick out of my mouth. He bent down and his eyes met mine. "Give me those poppers." . . . I did. His hand stretched up to my nose. His index finger held one nare closed and the others pressed the open poppers to my open nostril. "Sniff you slut!" . . . I did. He kept it there for about 3 breath cycles in both nares. My head spun and I felt something larger at my well lubed and now welcoming shit hole. I turned around. There was a good 8" hispanic dick right there. I went to town on it. I did not want a bare dick up my ass. And then I felt the truckers hands on my crotch as he positioned my hole for his access. I felt fingers massage my pucker as I deep throated a hot brown cock. Then I felt the trucker's 7-incher penetrate my hole. "I don't want bare cock!, my mind screamed. But what really came out of my mouth was, "Give me your bare cock sir!" I was in deep and I knew it. I did not know the status of these two guys, but I didn't care. I could feel my hole open up. He went slowly at first and then started full speed. He did not last long. I felt his hot cum pulse into my ass and then he pulled out. I heard him say: "Here is something for you, I bet you got a long night ahead of you." I felt two fingers in my hole quickly enter and go. He then capped my hole with his fingers and said: "Keep it in there for a bit." It? What could it be? Then a rush came, a familiar rush . . . a booty bump. Wow people were generous with their drugs tonight. I got off the hot cock, turned around and spread my cheeks wide. I took three hits off the poppers and let the man fuck me bare. I could feel him enter and just thrust. He thrusted for a bit and my head just whirled. My dick was a raging hard on and I could feel the guy start going deep. He was about to cum. "Fuck, take this load you fucking whore!", he screamed. . . . I did. When he pulled out, a cloud lifted. Shit! The time, right? It was 11:07pm. I would be fashionably late. I picked up with slutty dignity I had left the booths and entered the theatre. It was not full at all. The two guys were dressed like they said and they saw me as I leaned up the back wall. They moved in closer and I saw two hot dark Hispanics with two football builds, huge chests, hairy and baseball caps. They both took them off and put them on backwards. This was going to be hot. I must have looked a bit sweaty and one said: "Shit bro, was that you getting rammed?" "Yeah, I got here early." "Then why did we even bring lube?!? Let's get your undressed!" They stripped me down bare. It was a theatre in a porn store and I was the night's dish. I started sucking their cocks together and both were beyond 7", but not 9" each. I didn't care. I wanted dick. They both got hard quickly and got me in spit roasted position. Top #1 looked a bit older and got my ass first while I sucked the younger guy's, Top #2, rod. I could here #1 take his bare dick and slap it against my wet and gushing hole. I heard a condom come out of its package and #1!slap it on. He entered with a moan, "Ooooohhhh, fuck, what a nice wet pussy. Dude, you are gonna cum so quickly!", he joked with his friend. "Naw, with the condom on it takes me longer." "Right! Awesome, well I just gotta keep my rhythm with this ass. What do you have up there? A whole bottle of lube?" I had no idea how much the other two had cum in my ass, but it must have been a lot. #1 just kept a nice pace, moaning the whole time. I could hear the doors opening and closing and see about 3-4 other dudes watching and stroking. One guy came up and I recognized his pants as the hispanic dick, the guy who had the poppers. He took them out and made me take a couple sniffs. I did, one . . . two . . . three sniffs. I felt the top speed up and then I heard, "Shit, bro, hand me another condom. This one broke." The other top started searching and gave him another. He opened it and put it on. One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts, ".... SHIT! This one broke too." The two tops looked at each other while I kept sucking Top #2's dick. I heard whispering. I felt Top #1 caress my hairy chest and bring me upright with his dick still in. He whispered, "You like bare dick man?" "Yeah, I do." "You neg?" "Yeah, neg." "My bro and I here are both poz and we just found out. That's why we wanted to fuck you safely." I gave him a smile and said, "We tried." I bent over and started going over Top #2's long brown shaft. Top #1 just started pounding... "You want my poz cum you whore? You want my babies up in you and infecting you?" "Yes sir!" He screamed and shot a huge load up in me. He paused and kept his dick in. "Bro, get over here. If I take my dick out that cum is not going to stay in. You have to pound it in." Top #2 kept me upright as he switched positions with Top #1. I felt some cum leak out and a guy lick it off my legs. I was upright again and someone had pulled out a rig. I could feel the tightening of my arm, the insertion of a needle and then a rush of heat accompanied by a cough. I got bent over and a new cock was in my mouth. Top #2 started slamming me and I moaned, and moaned and moaned. I did not care. The chemicals were spinning me beyond sex and into a new world. Top #2 did not last long bare. He came within a couple of minutes. I am truly unsure what happened after that. I know I went over to a bench and put my legs up. I know the hispanic dude repeated and a couple other dudes munched on my hole for sloppy seconds, thirds, whatever . . . . I'm poz now and I have a steady boyfriend. We both got pozzed in similar ways, so we sometimes try and repeat those scenarios between us and our poz friends. I'm sure my conversion will never be surpassed.

Part 3: Rob spent the rest of the week with replaying the events with Sam and Michael. Every time he thought back to the event, his cock would immediately harden and realized how much he loved not only fucking a tight hole but the feeling he experienced for the first time of being filled so completely. Rob without thinking about it after Sam & Michael left put his finger in his hole to feel the cum leaking out and unconsciously tasted it and wanted more. Sam and Michael in the mean time were planning their pool party and now had the added treat of a new soul to add to their growing brotherhood. They thought that their brothers were going to love playing with Rob and were thinking how to get Rob fully engaged in the fun and not scare him off. They felt that Rob would be a great addition and had the potential to be a truly special with his ability to fuck long and hard. They could easily Rob becoming engrossed in breeding and pozzing others once he embraced the gift is receiving. Sam and Michael started to plan who they wanted to have at their party to make sure it was a very hot time and the action would last long past Saturday afternoon. Most of their friends were partnered like them but they had a couple of single friends who they knew would love to get with Rob not only at the party but would love to continue to hook up thereafter. Sam and Michael figured by the end of the weekend Rob would never think about needing a girlfriend again and would be fully turned on to being with guys especially bears. The party was set to start at 4pm and Rob never one to be the first person there, decide to head over to Sam and Michaels at 5pm. When he got there the party was in full effect with Sam walking Rob out to the backyard (through the den with a college football game on the 70” TV). Besides Sam and Michael there were another 9 guys there. Everyone as Sam and Michael said were in their “Swimwear” but while Rob was wearing a pair of board shorts, everyone else was either in a tight fitting speedo or even just a jockstrap. Rob asked Sam if he was over dressed and Sam replied don’t worry about it, later on no one will notice or remember. Sam told Rob that he would not be pressured to do anything at this party but if he wanted to participate in activities just observe the rule to take as much or more as he gives. Rob asked what did Sam mean and he said that their parties as the evening progresses will turn into a much ore adult affair than a PG-rated party, just think what they did a few days earlier but on a grander scale. Sam noticed Rob’s cock harden in his swim trunks and gave him a squeeze and whispered in his ear, I was hoping you react that way and you are going to love our party tonight. As Rob’s cock was hardening further in Sam’s hand, one of the other couples at the party, Bill and Jeff, came over to introduce themselves. Sam made the introduction to Rob and when Rob went to shake Jeff’s hand, Jeff left hand went to Rob’s cock as he shook Rob’s hand. Jeff said it was his pleasure to meet Rob and looked forward getting to know Rob. Before Rob could react, Bill gave him a similar greeting as Jeff reached over to kiss Bill. Rob was stunned by the forwardness while Sam was smiling at the scene. Jeff told Rob to find him and Bill later as they wanted to see Rob for dessert later as they love sharing. Sam then led Rob over to meet with Ivan. Ivan was one of Sam’s single friends and was lusting to meet Rob after being told about him. As Sam did the introduction between Rob and Ivan, Ivan pulled Rob into a bear hug and used the chance to feel up Rob’s ass including slipping a finger into his hole. Rob flinch as Ivan inserted his finger and Ivan used that as an opportunity to kiss Rob. Rob without thinking returned the kiss and for a good few minutes they continued to make out until Sam broke it up. Sam told Rob he still had others to meet and would have plenty of time to get to know Ivan deeper. Rob felt an immediate connection with Ivan he had not felt with anyone before and definitely wanted get back with Ivan. Sam as he walked Rob over to Adam and Jason, he made sure to brush his hand against Rob’s cock and felt how hard he was and felt a wet spot forming. Before he made the introduction he stopped Rob and reached in to tug his cock and pick up a little of Rob’s precum on his fingers and then tasted it in front of Rob. He smiled to Rob and said he tasted great and looked forward to tasting him further later on but he wanted him to meet Adam and Jason. Sam had to interrupt Adam and Jason making out to introduce Rob and both Adam and Jason said hello with pulling Rob into a kiss. Rob by this point was hard as rock and fully tented. Sam brought Rob over to Michael who had his back to them as he was being sucked on my Ramon. Michael saw Rob and pulled over and told Ramon to introduce himself to Rob. Ramon said hello and immediately pulled Rob’s cock out and started sucking it. Rob looked at Sam and Michael in shock and they said go with it and not to worry as everyone here as seen more explicit. Ramon stopped and then stood up and gave Rob a kiss and Rob could taste his own precum on Ramon’s lips and tongue. Ramon then told Rob he tasted a salty and clean but knew Rob would taste better when he is dirty and looked forward to making that happen. What was unsaid with all the introductions was that every single guy there minus Rob was fully versatile and highly toxic. They all loved to give and take from each other were hoping that Rob would join them in their planned fun. Rob needed to use the bathroom and as he walked back into the house, he noticed that the television had flipped from playing the football game to showing bareback porn and Michael was on his knees slowing being fucked by Adam while Jason was watching. Rob stopped dead in his tracks to watch Adam work over Michael and Jason came over to Rob and dropped to his knees to pull down Rob’s bathing suit. Rob mumbled he needed to go to the bathroom and Jason told him, just use his mouth as he loved to drink piss. Without thinking Rob started pissing and Jason swallowed it all up and as soon as rob was done, started sucking on his cock. As Rob was hardening up, Adam dropped his first load of the day into Michael. Michael then looked at Rob and asked if he wanted to fuck and he immediately pulled his cock out of Jason’s mouth and plunged it into Michael’s cum filled hole. As rob started to fuck Michael Jason and Adam started taking turns licking and fingering Rob’s ass to get is loose and lubed enough to take their cocks. As Rob was fucking Michael, Jason slowly starting to push his cock into Rob’s hole. Rob lunged hard into Michael which Michael welcomed and the three developed a rhythm of fucking. Jason came first in Rob’s ass and Adam immediately replaced Jason’s cock with his and continued to fuck Rob. Rob after another few minutes let loose and flooded Michael’s hole with what would be the only neg cum of the evening and then Adam deposited his toxic load into Rob’s hole. As the Rob separated from Michael and Adam, Ramon walked in and said to Rob, now I see you are getting yourself dirty. To be continued.

I love doggie as well but my favourite is definitely close missionary holding my top close to me with my arms and legs wrapped around him, especially if he’s a good kisser

Hello, first I have to apologize in case the story is difficult to understand. I write the stories in German and have them translated by the Google translator, as I cannot speak or write and read English. Needless to say, this story is fictitious, as are people and places. Medical service in the zoo Chapter 1 of 2 It was another boring day at the ambulance, doing nothing but sorting files. Then came the redeeming phone call, a local zoo still needed staff to secure a 3-day conference because another company had dropped out. So now our boss sent us to the zoo. Oh, I completely forgot to introduce ourselves, may I be forgiven, I'll make up for it immediately. We are Jefrey, 19 years old, 178 cm tall and 67 kg light. I'm Tobias, 25 years old, 183 cm tall, 70 kg. We're both paramedics. So far I didn't know much about my colleague Jefrey as he had only been with us for 14 days and it was to be our first service together. Okay, I thought we'd somehow get the job done. Jefrey was silent on the 25-minute drive, he couldn't utter a single word, he just looked out the window, lost in thought. I spoke to him about the scantily clad girls we drove past, the maximum that came out of him was: "No, not my type." I decided to watch him more closely, he must be interested in something. Suddenly I spoke to him at a red light about a boy, Jefrey looked after him, and then said: "Yeah, that could be something, but don't tell anyone in the company that I like boys." OK, so Jefrey was gay, I liked that very much, I said to him: “Hey no problem, but you don't have to hide with us. With you we're already 10 gays. ”And I grinned at him. He only answered me briefly: "I don't care." It didn't leave me in peace, and so I continued to ask him: "Do you have a boyfriend?" His answer was not long in coming and was very brief: "No." "Okay." I said, and immediately added the next question: "Am I your type?" Jefrey thought for a moment and then said: "Well, maybe." I then said: "Maybe there isn't, there is only a yes or no." And grinned at him again. Then he said: "There is something about your style, and I also like what I could see, so at first glance I would say yes." My answer came very quickly and was meant very clearly ambiguously: "Maybe you will soon have the opportunity to take a second look at me." And I grinned again. So after registration we drove to the zoo area, we were shown where we could park and our premises for the next 3 days. On the one hand, there was the medical room, a small room painted all in white with a chair and an old couch. The other room wasn't much better, also completely white with two tables and a few chairs, nothing else. So I thought to myself, well that can be cheerful. In the conference there are only lectures and a few workshops, from which there is no danger. There's nothing here, not even a radio. And should I withstand that for 3 days? At lunchtime Jefrey said: "I'll go out and get something to eat." I said: "Yes, do it, and if you find something cool, bring it with you." So Jefrey went off, after 30 minutes he came back, he had 3 packages with him, with currywurst and french fries. I asked him: "Tell me why 3 times the whole thing?" Jefrey grinned and replied: "We'll see." After 5 minutes of waiting, a young zookeeper came to our room and I have to say he looked damn cool in his green dungarees with the yellow T-shirt underneath. He was around 20-22 years old, 1.90 meters tall and very slim, had brown hair and deep dark blue eyes, what a rare combination I thought. He sat between us, and I wondered beforehand why Jefrey had left a chair empty. I noticed that the T-shirt was a bit too short, because it was sliding up a bit, whereby the guy also pushed his pants down a bit when he sat down. I couldn't help myself, I had to look and almost forgot the currywurst. My reaction was of course not unnoticed by anyone except myself. I continued to look at the zookeeper, and I noticed that I was so shocked that I said what I wanted to think, which shocked me even more: "Tell me where is it your underpants? " My head turned dark red, no, how could I say that? My god that was embarrassing. The zookeeper stayed cool and just said: "You two can examine me." Jefrey, who had already eaten, couldn't be told twice, and immediately started to remove the hangers from the dungarees and take off the hot guy’s T-shirt. I was still perplexed and I was rooted to the spot on my chair, half the currywurst was still lying in front of me, and I was still staring at Jefrey and this horny zookeeper. This has never happened to me before. Frank, the name of this horny zookeeper, only said after a short time: "Don't you want to touch it, or should I go next door with your colleagues?" These words tore me out of my thoughts, and I replied: "No, stay calm here, and I want to feel clearly too." Frank's answer was then very short, which was no wonder, because Jefrey was on the hot, well-trained stomach with one hand and already disappeared a bit deeper into the pants with the other hand. He just said: "Well then do it." Inwardly I took hold of my heart and Frank's chest, I could feel Frank his inner restlessness, he grasped my neck with his arm and brought my head to his with his hand, and our tongues were already clutching each other. I can't tell whether my tongue was in his mouth or his in mine, the mood was so heated now. After a short time I had to grasp Jefrey's tongue, and Jefrey was also good at it. So it went back and forth for a while. Jefrey wanted to see more of me and I wanted to see Jefrey, so we all continued to undress each other. It was almost clear to me that we wouldn't find any underpants at Frank, but there was an amazing 22 × 6.5 cm tail, I just thought my face was a fat, long monster. I could hardly control myself, I wanted so badly to feel it in my mouth. While I was blowing, Frank was fumbling around in my pants and I was fumbling with Jefreys. What amazed me, however, was where had Jefrey's boxers gone? He was still wearing one this morning. Frank was getting more and more restless, of course, I still had the cock in my mouth, only I didn't really notice the restlessness because I couldn't believe my eyes when I had my colleague's cock in my hand, it was a bit longer but a little thinner than Franks. Jefrey had real 23.5 × 5.5 cm to offer, I must have landed in XXL paradise. Meanwhile Frank's cock started to pump 6 or 7 thrusts came straight into my mouth it was so much I had to swallow. I've never swallowed sperm before, never wanted to, after all, I was aware of the dangers. But well, today I had to, there was no way around it. Grinning, Frank and Jefrey asked me at the same time: "Well, did it taste good?" How should I behave? Lying? Or tell the truth? I decided it was the truth, and replied: "Yes, very much." Frank used the short break to take off my pants and my boxer shorts, always fiddling with my hole. With the second hand, Frank took my cock in the mangle, which was finally freed, mine is not small either, but not nearly as big as the two of them. Frank then asked: "Will it get bigger or will it stay that way?" Now I had to let go of Jefrey's cock, which I now had in my mouth, and answer. "No, it stays at 20 × 5 cm, it just gets a little harder if you keep working." Frank didn't have to be told twice, with one hand he fingered more and more in my hole, and with his mouth he began to blow my cock while I slowly brought Jefrey to climax. The mood was really very charged, almost electrifying. Jefrey grew quieter and quieter, hardly a moan could be heard from him, but I got louder. Jefrey and I came at the same time, Jefrey also injected an almost infinite amount of sperm into my mouth in 5 bursts, and again I had to swallow. But Frank also struggled with my semen flow, he swallowed 6 fat spurts without stopping, and sucked the last drops out of me. Frank was still fingering in my hole, already with two fingers, and everything without any lubricant. Now came the all-important sentence from Frank, for which I had almost been waiting, almost everyone can guess what it was like, but for those who can't ... "You have a really hot ass cunt that I would like to fuck." That was Frank's execution. Well, I was really on tour and wanted to be fucked, but also to fuck. But now I asked: "Does one of you two have condoms on his pocket?" Jefrey's answer came promptly, and I was almost startled: "No, we haven't, and honestly, we don't need it either." And Frank added: "We can pull out first and then squirt on the ass." At these words both grinned so much that I should have noticed, but didn't. I then said, "Okay, let's do it this way." My first time bareback, but the promise to pull out was there. Frank and Jefrey now licked my hole alternately and extensively, in addition they were now both fingering around inside me, I was so horny, I almost hosed, just from licking and fingers. Now Frank Jefrey asked: "You fuck him first, yours is a little thinner than mine." Jefrey immediately sat down behind me, and docked. He was inside without much resistance, and he started slowly, while Frank held his ass in front of my face, I should now lick too. It presented itself in front of me an absolutely hairless ass, with a clearly visible rosette, which looked almost freshly fucked. It should turn out that the two had already had a quickie behind them. As I licked Frank's rosette, more and more liquid came out of the ass, which at first I didn't even notice, and I always slurped away. So I swallowed Jefrey's sperm again, which I only noticed at the end, when the last bit came out with a little fart. I was startled but said nothing, and Jefrey pulled his cock out of my ass, grinning. Now Frank stepped behind me, and aimed at my fucked up hole with his horse hammer, I felt it even more clearly than Jefrey's cock, but when it was stuck in it until it stopped, it was awesome. I thought to myself, wow, that's awesome, and I can handle this monster without any lubricant. What I didn't know at the time, Jefrey hadn't just pulled out so that he could do it again later, no, he had just fucked his juice in me so that Frank would have it easier. So now Frank was at work behind me, and Jefrey held his hole in front of my face. Should there be a surprise for me too? I resolved to watch out for it, but I didn't really succeed because Frank was pounding my ass, twirling my pierced nipples in the process. Man could fuck the two horny. I was really distracted, and of course Jefrey also gave me his load from the hairless rosette in the mouth, and here too I only noticed it when the final fart. I was almost mad, sperm again. But again I didn't show anything. As long as they keep their promise not to squirt into my hole, everything is not so wild, and I thought the risk was rather low. Now Jefrey asked me very quietly: "Would you like to have two pistons in you at the same time?" What should i say now? I was in the mood for it, but two bangs? I haven't even had such a hammer in me before. And now two of them? Still, I said: "Yes, we can try it, but don't be angry if it doesn't work." A wide grin was written on both of their faces, and Frank said: "So far, every mare has managed to take in two stallions at the same time." What was that term? Mare? Well, I was already sitting on Frank, Jefrey pushed me back gently, but definitely slightly, and started carefully. I thought to myself, well, I hope it will go well, and then I hope Frank won't come inside of me. After all, he's been hammering me for 20 minutes. What I did not suspect, Frank had already discharged inside me. To my amazement, Jefrey was actually able to slide his cock up Frank's cock in my ass, there was slight pain, but it was bearable. So now two studs were fucking me at the same time, but carefully, and Frank was still playing with my stiff pierced nipples. And me? I was getting hornier. Shortly afterwards my cock started to twitch and without even doing anything I splashed off, and got my own load in the face. A few seconds later Jefrey pulled his latte out of me and put it in my mouth, and again there were 6 batches of cream that I had to swallow. Frank also pulled his hard-on out of me and gave me the juice in 5 bursts in my mouth, which I had to swallow again. I thought so, great, the two of them kept their promise. Haha, puff cake, of course not. We went to the shower next to the lounge and had a good shower, all fiddling with each other. Frank still couldn't help but keep his fingers off my ass and just said: “Wow, he's awesome open , I'm getting excited again. " I didn't even notice that I was leaking while showering, but sperm stayed inside me. When we finished showering we got dressed again and Jefrey took Franks and his boxers out of the side pocket of his uniform pants. We snuck around a bit and agreed on a second round for the next day. Frank then said that he would like to be the mare that we want to get pregnant. "Impregnated?" I asked. "Yes, pregnant." Said Frank, and added: "I don't let rubbers get into me, I want to feel the sperm inside me." Okay, I thought you already said yes. You mustn't back down now either. We said goodbye to each other until the next day, the medical service for that day was almost over, another hour. Jefrey said all of a sudden: “You asked me earlier if you were my type. Now I could check, and yes, you would, but you have to leave the stupid condoms out of me too. Apart from that, from today on you won't need them any more. " The whole trip I was wondering what he meant by that, I don't need condoms anymore. At the guard when changing clothes, I asked him again: “What did you mean earlier? I don't need condoms anymore? " Jefrey's answer was different than I expected: "Take off your boxers and give them to me." Irritated, I did so, but asked again. "Come to me, we'll fuck another round, and then I'll tell you." "Without a condom?" That was my question. "Yes, of course, without a condom." Was the answer. I found him so horny and agreed to it. After the hot fuck at Jefrey's home, he said: "If you were negative until this morning, you haven't been since this afternoon." Then I asked: "How not to be negative anymore?" "As I said, you are no longer negative, our fours are already working in you." "But you always pulled out before you came?" I asked, startled. "No, we gave you everything in." Said Jefrey "just like before, I gave you everything, and you gave me." Oh holy shit, they infected me with the virus, which I always wanted to avoid. What do I do now? Especially tomorrow was the next medical service and we have already agreed on the next fuck. "See it positively," said Jefrey. "From now on you only have hot sex."

Continuing Part 3 is also fiction, but, again, Something I hope will happen. ..... After some time of just "being", the Boss asked me "how you feeling queer, have you evened out a bit?" I said yes Sir, I have come down some. I still feel just right with the smoke and was thinking I might need some more smoke. " You haven't moved in awhile, get up and walk". As I stood up I did feel a rush and steadied myself a bit with the chair. " Walk around some, my meth pig, we are leaving and I need you to be able to control yourself in public, we will get you some more smoke in awhile after we leave." Where are we going Boss? I asked. "You ask too many questions faggot, I'm the one in control, just do what I say. That is what you want isn't it, for me to control you, and for you to do whatever I tell you to do, Whatever it is?" Of course Boss I am sorry for being so inquisitive, I trust in you 100% and won't be so questioning anymore. "Good little pig, thats just what I want" he said. We left the house and got into his convertible sports car. Man he loves to drive fast, and I enjoy every minute of the wind in my hair, and the feeling like I am on a rollercoaster. No matter how fucked up he got, it seemed like he was completely together, and sober. Here I am trying just to speak English like a normal human being. Just another reason I was so taken by him. He is a Man in charge and Dominant at all times. He never showed any weakness of any kind. Who could not be attracted to a Man like this. I was so far gone with (Love)?, (Submission)?, (Respect)?, (Admiration)?, I don't know what to call it, but I have fallen hard and there is no coming back from it, even if I wanted to. Which I do not! We pull up to this building that had a very dark parking lot. There was one street light, and it was in the far corner of the parking lot and there were no cars around it. There were several cars in the opposite corner, in the dark. The only sign on the building was a neon sign that was lit up in red that read "BOOKS". I admit to being naïve , this whole life was new to me. I am not a prude though. I do not look down on others for any reason. In fact I have now love this new life, new experiences, new people, and I want to immerse myself in it. Rather be pulled into by my Boss, willingly and excitedly. "You ready for some more smoke?" Yes Sir Please. "I like your enthusiasm, faggot. You told me awhile back you wanted to be a meth pig, an addict to the crystals, and it looks like you have become just that." "Do you know how happy that makes me? I honestly never knew how much I enjoy corrupting queers like you, it make my cock hard" "Now suck my cock" He grabbed me by the hair and pushed my eager open mouth onto his hardon. Even though I was in an awkward position, leaning over the stick shift that was poking me in the chest. However my being uncomfortable was not his problem or worry, it was mine, and I did not give a fuck as long as he was in me, down my throat. He pulled on both of my ears, forcing me up and down on his cock that I craved. "You are a good Ball Washer when you are all spun like this." I didn't get the reference until later thinking about those machines on the golf course where you put your golf ball in and push it up and down and it makes this sort of sucking , licking, cleaning sound. I did sound just like that. My saliva gathering in my mouth and then the force of his cock going up and down. I am a ball washer. Fuck Yeah another great dominating way he makes me feel. All of a sudden he stopped. "This will have to wait, hit this bowl." I hadn't even seen him load that bowl. I watched the swirl in anticipation. I know I talk about that a lot but that mesmerizes me every time. I love seeing that smoke accumulate in that pipe. "Stop looking and start hitting it, faggot, I want you really fucked up" I stopped counting the number of hits I took. After 4 pulls of that pipe, I didn't care. I had no idea what was coming, but I somehow knew I was going to be a real pig doing it. We left the car and walked toward the door. I was walking normally I thought. He grabbed my shoulder as we walked in the door. There was one guy behind a counter and lots of colorful things on the wall. I was having a hard time focusing. I then realized there were lots of "toys" on the wall and I figured out we were in an adult store. I saw out of the corner of my eye, the man behind the counter nodded at my Boss. He nodded back. I heard a buzz as Boss opened the door at the back. I was trying to focus on a poster on the door, it said WANTED in big type at the top there was a picture on it. Wait was that me? No couldn't have been. I must be fucked up. I didn't have time to read anymore Boss rushed me into this dark room with a dim light on the ceiling. He told me "Listen homo, there is a camera above you, but they turn that off when I am here. You do exactly as I say, exactly how I say it and you will make me happy. You want to make me happy dont you?" Of course I do Boss. Whatever you say and no questions and no saying no. "Fuck yeah my little piggie, NO saying NO Ever" He opened a door and pushed me in. There was a small bench in this tiny room where I had hardly any room to move around. The light was right above me, so I could see better. I noticed there were holes in the four walls around me, right about crotch level. One hole had 2 more holes about arms level. It finally donned on me I was in a Glory Hole. a fucking glory hole. I heard his voice outside of my room, "Do you know where you are now faggot?" Yes boss I replied. "You know what your job is, what you are going to do, what you were born to do, what faggots like you were born to do?" Oh Hell Yes Boss. "Good your eagerness is making me really want to show you a rough time, How does that sound pig?" Please Boss give me all you've got, I am more ready than I ever have been. Thank you Boss for knowing what I need and making me do it. His cock came through that hole and I jumped on it. I was so relaxed, and horny, I took it all they way down until I could smell that sweet musk that was only his pubes in my nose. I went to town on that cock. "Go slower queer not so fast". Yes Sir. I slowed down my pace as I could hear him quietly groaning with enjoyment. He doesn't like me knowing he enjoys my cock sucking skills. So hearing him was his way of telling me I was honored. Pleasing him is my only goal. He stuck his arms threw those upper holes and grabbed my head forcing me down on him harder. He pulled his cock out, I could see him lean down, he said "Hey pig, here" I put my face up to that hole and he spit a huge wad in my mouth. Again and again. "Now you are lubed up with my juice" I got wood in an instant because almost nothing is hotter to me than him giving me his spit. I said almost. As I was blowing him he started to talk to me. "Keep going but listen to me, listen good. There are going to be lots of other cocks you are going to suck here tonight. Some you might know, but you wont be able to see who they are. That doesn't matter. Some you wont know, and again that doesn't matter does it, since tonight you are going to be a pig for cum. My cumpig." I nodded since his dick was in my mouth. "Good good. If you impress me here tonight there will be a very good opportunity for you" Thank you Sir I said with his cock in my mouth but he understood. Next thing I knew there was another cock to his right. I had no idea who, and I didnt fucking care. Bring on the cocks I thought to myself. I went down on that cock it was smaller than my Boss's. This one smell differently. Like he's been to the gym. Sweaty but not foul sweaty. I kept my left hand on my Boss's cock and stroked it while I went down on the second one. He knew I needed and wanted his direction. That his voice was the key to my submission. "Good you cock pig. I see you are enjoying this" I nodded again. "I always know what you want and need", he said like he could read my mind of what I just thought. Then a third cock appeared to his left, what was I going to do. I went back down on my Boss's cock and stroked the other two with each hand. I had always wanted secretly to be this much of a pig. To be used like this. Him using me, and others getting enjoyment out of it too. Honestly I didnt really care about these other cocks. Only making him happy and he wants me to enjoy this, to make him happy, so I am getting lost in it. He pulled out and I went down on the cock I had not sucked yet. This one was kinda dirty, it smelled kinda dirty. I didn't care. I can see a dim light though the holes but didn't pay much attention to it. Then through the arm holes I see a pipe with meth in it boiling. "Hit this my meth pig" I jumped on that glass dick and sucked it too. Then through the other lower glory holes there were two more pipes. "Hit those, hard, meth pig" Yes Boss thank you. I drew in one and then the other. "Hold it in, like the addict I have made you." My head was reeling and I had to blow out, the cloud was so huge I couldn't see anything for a minute. "Such a good meth cock pig" I heard him say as the others laughed and agreed. Thank you Sirs, I said as I was feeling very submissive. Then there were 3 cocks again , and I bobbed back and forth with my hands and my mouth. One was telling me, suck it boy. One was saying take it all queer, and my Boss was very quietly calling me his meth pig, over and over. He knew what turned me on, he knew what kept me riled up. The sweaty man said I'm getting close. My Boss demanded "Take his load, all of it" I went down on that one and kept my tongue rubbing his head. He exploded into my mouth , and being such a pig tonight I took it all and swallowed every bit, like I was told to do. Then the cock was gone and I heard the door open and he left. "You take what I say seriously don't you faggot" Yes Sir I do. "Good job, now get to work" I was craving my Boss cock so I went there first while stroking the other one. He put his arm through to hold my head. He pulled back and I thought he was going to spit. Instead he slapped my cheek hard. Very hard. It surprised me. I could see him looking at me, I didn't recoil because I fucking loved it. Then a different arm appeared in the other hole, and he slapped me. I groaned with pleasure, and then they just went to town. Back and forth ,one then the other slapping me like a tennis ball, my head going side to side. This continued for over a minute I could feel my face getting numb from the redness and the enjoyable pain. It stopped all of a sudden. "I didn't know my meth pig was such a pain freak too. You are just a fucking faggot pig for whatever I want to do to you" Oh hell yes I am Sir. No saying no and enjoying everything, that was your rule. "Wow a faggot that listens and obeys no matter what" "Hell yeah, suck my cock now. I was so worked up I had a raging hard on in my pants, but no one here cared about that. I could almost bust my nut spontaneously, but talked myself out of it so as not to spoil my submissiveness. Boss put his hand through and grabbed my head and forced it onto the other cock in the room. "Take it take it" I let his force guide me all the way down on this man. "Keep your tongue out, you can take more of it" I did as I was told and he was right. My nose was now on this mans stomach, no hair there at all. After only a short time this man said I'm going to blow. My Boss pulled my head off his cock and I started immediately started stroking it. I heard my Boss tell the other man, "shoot that load all over his face. cover that fag in cum." His load was so big the semen shot all over my head. In my hair my eye, my nose and both cheeks, He just kept the cum coming while he moved it all over my head. Then this man started rubbing the cum onto my face with the head of his cock. He was using his dick like a paint brush and my face was his canvas and his cum was his paint. He was getting small amounts of semen and feeding it to my eager mouth. Swiping it off my face and into my mouth. I could hear my Boss behind him egging him on. "Get more , feed that fag pig. He wants it, can't you see dude, he wants it force feed him your cum." Fuck I was so turned on. Then his cock disappeared and he left. It was only the Boss and me. "Meth time. There's only you and me right now." The door opened and there He was ,his cock out and a bowl in his hand. We are going to smoke this one together. He leaned down and put the bowl right in front of me. "Watch it like you love to do" I watched as the smoke started to rise in the bowl. Yeah I said quietly, and then "yeah" he said as a whisper. "Look at that, doesn't your body crave that? Doesn't your mind ache for it. Don't you want me to give you this sweet smelling liquid turned gas so that your mind can open up more, so that your throat can open wide?, so that you can lose more control to me?" Please Boss I beg of you can I have it. "No way faggot he yelled" as he took the whole bowl of smoke into his lungs. Grinning that evil grin I loved. He then pulled my hair back, closed my nose with his fingers , and open my mouth. He then shotgunned all the smoke he had taken in and blew it into my mouth which I inhaled every bit. After his lungs were empty he told me to "Hold it in, meth pig" and he repeated, meth pig over and over. He did this 3 more times. He had never done that before. I fucking loved that shit. I now didnt even know where I was, I was so fucked up and cloudy. I only knew I was with him and he was in charge. "You see my pig, we will have more join us. I put a wanted poster on the door that said, Wanted straight cocks down my throat and fill my gut with cum. Your picture is on that poster, so every man that comes in here knows what you look like, but you have no idea who they are." "I know that may be taking a chance on your reputation, who knows who could see it, and that may know you, thats not my problem, I'm not taking chances you are, I like that idea do you like that idea meth cum pig?" I knew somewhere I should say no. Not in the complete submissive pig state I was in. I replied Hell yes Boss I love that idea. You are the only one I care about knowing and impressing. Fuck anyone else. You are my everything my God, so who gives a damn. "That did it fag, you made my day. Here Take my cock." He then fucked my face so rough and violently giving me no time to breath, ignoring my gagging. He slapped my face more while he was forcing himself down my throat. "Rape you, take you, force you, meth pig, meth pig, my meth pig, my property, my faggot, meth pig, open mouth hole, you are just a hole for me to rape." He kept repeating those words in different order loudly at first then to almost a whisper that only he and I could hear. I grabbed his ass and pushed as he pushed my head. Both of us with the same goal, get that cock further in my gullet. He started hitting the top of my head. Meth pig, he repeated. I felt his balls pull back and I knew what was coming. Literally. He shot so hard down my open mouth hole, he buried my face as I pushed harder on him. He was well past my tongue, hell he was half way down my throat. When I thought he was done, he said "Here's more, take it" he continued to ejaculate into me for what seemed like long minutes. He grunted, I had never heard him do that. He pulled out leaned over me and spit one more time. Then he collapsed onto that bench and the only thing I heard him say was "FUCK". Should I continue guys? Are you all liking this story? Are you bored with it? I have more, just give me some feedback. Thanks for enjoying my writing.

Like others once a cock is in me, it is the tops choice to cum in me. I do love the top to tell me he is going to cum so I may do what I can to help him. I do enjoy the " I am going to cum in you" as he picks up the pace.

Hell yea, I like a top that doesn't ask, but tells me he's gonna breed and positions himself so that the btm has not choice!

BZ is an amazing non-judgemental space.

So I can make an announcement to you guys: I’ve been meeting him for a while now, and during this pandemic he’s been my only sexual partner. So have I for him. It’s Saturday morning where I am now and we Met last night for a Night of fun. Had the first round of sex with condoms, with me swallowing his cum from the condom. After a break, we started to get it on again... Then we realised that we were out of condoms. So we had a Choice of Not fucking anymore or breaking lockdown and going out to buy some. Which would also be a mood killer. He asked me if I would take him bare and promised to pull out. I agreed. The moment he entered me I was shaking with sensation. I’ve never felt something so intense. He fucked me for what felt like hours, and I could feel him getting close. He asked if he should still pull out... no way I’d let him. I pulled him closer, hugged him tight and told him he can inseminate me. Which he did. He released such a warmth in me, and I don’t regret it one bit. Right now he’s taking a shower but I know that we’ll be doing it at least another 3 times by the time I leave in the afternoon. I’m really looking forward. Took me some time to figure it out and I’m glad I did. Now I’m sure of my decision and it’s all thanks to all the input you guys have given to me. So I’d like to thank you all again.

Fuck! @Dubconforlife, you are the best new author we have had on this site in a long time. Your stories are amazing. Thank you so much for sharing them!

Part Ten His cock was bobbing as I worked around the shaft, stroking him as I went. He was thrashing back and forth in pleasure as he moaned for me to keep going. I got him pretty close and then moved to this thighs, nibbling the inside of them while his cock calmed down. I couldn't have him shooting yet, cause when he came he was going to come down off his fuck high and get freaked out about being with a guy. I needed to keep him just this side of delirious without blowing his load. I raised his legs up and started working on his balls. Unlike Sammy they weren't shaved and his pubes were kinda wild. That told me he was indeed a virgin cause any guy these days would do a at least a little mascaping if someone was gonna see your shit. Once I stated licking his moans became louder and I knew I was the first tongue to ever touch him down here. My tongue trailed all over his ballsack, making him blubber in response. I needed to get to his ass but from this position it was going to be a challenge. I stopped, grabbed a pillow and nearly folded him in half, as I placed the pillow under the top of his ass. Once I let his go his ass was propped upright, giving me access to that little soccer ass, no waiting. I went back to his balls and then moved down to below him. I don't know if you've ever had that space between your balls and ass worked on but let me assure you, it is a first class ticket to your complete pleasure, no waiting. Once I started he yelped in surprise which was replaced with moans and pleads for me to stop, do it harder, faster...Eli didn't know what he was saying any more, he was just feeling things he had never dreamt of before. Once I had him reeling I moved lower, pulling his hairy cheeks apart, looking for the treasured land. He may have been into this but he was still under the impression he was a straight male with some semblance of control over what was happening so when I began to lap around his hole he freaked. “Wha...no...not there....” he exclaimed as his ass tightened up. I could hear him struggling with the belt but I knew that was a waste of time. I kept knocking at his door but his ass remained closed, he was not going to go gently into that good night. Which meant plan B. I sat up and he had terror in his eyes as he realized he couldn't get free and I was in control. It's an important time in breaking someone, this is where they would scream, running into the night, or they would accept their fate and enjoy it. It was all how you played it. I got up and opened my dresser drawer and pulled out a small brown bottle. Getting back onto the bed I opened it and brought it up to his nose, “Inhale.” “What's that!” he asked, real panic in his voice. He started breathing through his mouth which meant he was going to fight me. Had to admit, I liked it better that way. With my other hand I grabbed his throat and pressed in. He gagged for a moment as he struggled. “That's it, tire yourself out,” I said patiently. He thrashed a few times and then I saw his eyes start to lose focus. I let go, closed his mouth and put the bottle up to his nose, “Inhale.” He did, dazed and slightly unaware of what was happening. I put it up to his other nostril and ordered him to do it again. With two huge doses I out the poppers down and went to work between his legs again. This time when my tongue probed his virgin ass he moaned and I felt his tiny rosebud open and close in response. I shoved my tongue into him and he whimpered as he found himself impaled on my face, his body sending him feelings he had never felt before. I ravaged his hole, getting as deep as I could while he was zoned out on the poppers. It was important I had his ass adjusted to my tongue before he came to and started to fight me again. Both of my hands spread his meaty thighs apart as I dove my tongue into him over and over again. His head moved side to side as he called out in passion, the poppers not making him care what was happening to him. Once he was good and moist I moved back to his head and slipped a finger into him, slowly but forcefully. “Ung....” he cried out at the violation. I grabbed the bottle and held it to his nose again, “Inhale.” This time he didn't fight me, he just took a deep breath from one side and then the other. I out the bottle down and began to finger fuck him in earnest. At first he babbled, I hear no...not this....please....and some other crap, until I was able to press far enough in to find what I was looking for. My finger moved over his prostate and his whole body jumped as if shocked. “Yeah...there it is...”I whispered in his ear as I began to just smash his joybutton again and again. It was like having a puppet, I moved my finger and he jerked all over, his cock burping precum with every contact. I slipped a second one in and he protested again, another round of poppers later and his head fell back as he let out a thirsty, “Yeess.....” as I went to town. He was trying to push back as I nearly slipped my fingers out and then slammed them home. He was completely into it, when I pressed a third finger to his hole I said, “Relax...here comes more.” This time when the three of them forced their way in he let out a low groan, but he did indeed relax his ass instead of complaining. Now I was just pounding him, spreading his walls as much as I could while still assaulting his prostate to keep him in check. Once there was almost no resistance from his ass I began to move into the last phase. “You like that don't you?” I asked, making sure I accented every word with a thrust. He nodded, sweat flying everywhere. “You know why?” I asked. He didn't answer, he just kept pushing back onto my hand. “Who know why you like this Eli?” I slipped my hand off and he let out an audible moan of disappointment. “It's cause what you were made for,” I said moving between his legs. “What?” he asked, breathlessly. “It's why god gave you brothers such big dicks and you got this tiny little thing,” I said griping his cock. It was anything but little, but it was his delusion I was playing into so fuck it. “Nooo....” he whined. “It is a tiny little dick, you know that Eli, come on, admit it.” I kept stroking him and his he kept trying to deny it. “Come on Eli....admit it to me...” He let out a huge breath and said, “I have a tiny dick...I do....” “You know why?” He looked at me with huge eyes. “Because he gave you something better,” I said slipping my fingers into him slowly, “He gave you this perfect jock pussy,” I hit his prostate and his back arched as I just attacked it mercilessly, “Feel that Eli? That's your pussy, you feel that?” He shook his head but I just kept hitting him over and over again. “What is it Eli? Tell me what this is...” He finally burst out with a savage, “MY PUSSY! IT'S MY JOCK PUSSY!” I slipped my fingers out and he fell back to the bed, his entire frame coated with sweat. “See, not so hard to admit is it?” I reached over and grabbed the bottle and a small tube of lube. He was just breathing heavy, his cock swollen and aching, dying for release. “Can I cum please?” he asked in a pathetic voice. “Oh you're going to cum...” I said coating my cock with lube, “But I haven't told you, you know why god gave you this pussy?” “Why sir?” I tossed the packet off the bed and moved the bottle up to his head, “Inhale.” This time he leaned in to do it, no resistance, no fighting, in fact he looked eager.” He fell back onto the pillow and I put the poppers down. “He gave you this pussy so you could make yourself useful,” I lined my cock up to his hole, “See....you're here to make big dicks feel good.” I pushed into him and he just groaned, too deep into his popper high to protest. “This pussy is for big cocks Eli, you're meant for big cocks.” I thrust into him fully and he let out a low moan as I bottomed out in him, letting his tight, little jock ass get used to my dick. “This is what you wanted Eli,” I said not moving, feeling the walls of his ass contract around my ass, trying to struggle with my thickness, “You look at those big cocks and you want them, you want to worship them...you want them in you don't you?” I slowly stated to slide out and then reversed and slammed him again. He let out a grunt as my hips slammed him. Another slow pull out and an ever harder slam. This time the sound was high pitched and longer. “Come on Eli, you like that? You like servicing that big cock?” I slammed him a few more times and each time he struggled to catch his breath. I picked up my pace and he called out a strained, “Wait...stop.” I paused and he looked up at me, lust filling his expression. We stared at each other for a long second, I was wondering if had snapped out of it, if this was where he fought me. Instead he looked at me and said, “I need another hit.” With my cock still in him I leaned forward and grabbed the belt, unlocking it as his hands fell to the bed. “It's right there,” I said gesturing to the desk. He reached over and took the bottle and took two hits all by himself. He put it down before he groaned and fell back to the pillow. “Ready?” He nodded and I began to fuck him for real. And he let out a loud, “Fuck yeah...” as I raised his hips and began to pile drive him as hard as I could. “Yeah feel that cock Eli? Feel that big cock in your pussy? You like that? You like that cock?” “Fuck me....” he intoned, “Fuck my pussy.” He reached towards his cock and I slapped his hand away, “Do not touch that!” His hands went to his side as I fucked him faster, his hands were clenched, two handfuls of my sheets in them as he held on for dear life. “You feel that cock? Come on Eli...you like that cock?” “Feel so good...”he admitted, his voice distant and dreamy, “Such a big cock...” “This is what you always wanted Eli, you wanted a big cock, needed it.” He nodded as I grabbed his legs and spread them. “You need that big cock Eli?” With his legs spread like a bitch I began to destroy his ass and he just cried out. “I need it...please sir...give me that big cock.” “Always wanted a big cock didn't you? You'd watch Sammy, watch his big cock, wondering what it would feel to have one, to touch one...to have on in you...” I put his ankles on my shoulders as I leaned in, pressing even further into him, “Right Eli? That's what you dreamed of? Dreamed of big cocks?” “Yes...yes....wanted them....so much...” He was pushing back into me hard and there was no doubt his hesitation was gone. He was completely into this, there was no turning back for him. I paused and slipped my hands around his back, “You know what I really think you wanted?” Our faces were almost touching, “What?” I pulled him up until he was straddling me, my cock wedged in his ass. He groaned from the new position, I was hitting all new parts of his manpuusy now and he was feeling it. “Know what you wanted all along?” I asked, pulling him up off my cock a few inches. “What sir?” I grinned and said, “I think you wanted to feel Sammy's cock this whole time.” And I let his waist go, and watched him slide down my cock, the image of Sammy fucking him in his mind. “Nnnnoooooo....” he protested as he bottomed out on my cock. I pulled him up again “Yeah you did, you always worshiped your brothers, you always wanted to service them, make them feel good...you wanted to feel Sammy's huge cock didn't you?” I let him go again and he slid down my entire length, groaning the whole time. “Come on Eli, admit it,” I said pulling him up again, “How bad do you want your little brother to fuck you?” This time when I let him go I thrust up, making him yelp in shock. “Imagine his huge cock, feel how good this feels,” I said bouncing him up and down a few times for good measure, “How good would his cock feel?” This time he closed his eyes and let out a moan that told me he was not only feeling it, but was ashamed as fuck for feeling it. “That's what you need Eli, big cocks, lots of big cocks up your pussy. Right? You want Sammy's cock up your pussy, don't you? Don't you? Come one Eli...you want that don't you?' He was now riding me willingly, him pushing down as I thrust into him. He was lost, he was completely in the fuck zone, there was nothing else that counted right now than this sex. If his dad walked into the room right now he wouldn't stop, He wanted this, need it on a primal level. “Come Eli...say it....” “I want big cocks...” he said panting. “What big cocks?” “Big cocks...big cocks for my pussy...” “Whose cock do you want in your pussy Eli?” I reached down and grabbed his cock. “Tell me whose cock you want to cum Eli...you want to cum? Tell me...” He grabbed my shoulders and impaled himself on my thick cock willingly, “Sammy, I want Sammy's big horse cock in me...I want Sammy..Sammy....Sammmy....” His cock exploded in my hand, covering both of our chests with what felt like gallons of cum. He had no ability for speech any more, he was just speaking tongues as his ass clenched again and again on my cock. “Gonna breed your pussy...” I said feeling myself lose control. “You wanna have my babies Eli? You want me to breed you?” He nodded, “Cum in my pussy...please...cum in my pussy....” I grunted as I shot load after load into another Parker brother. His twitched as the last of his orgasm hit him and then fell forward into me. I laid him back onto my bed and slipped my cock out of him. He was so sexy now. An hour ago he was a straight, virgin soccer jock with a girlfriend and promise ring. Now he was a cum covered slut who had just begged me to fuck him while fantasizing about his little brother fucking him. I could see my cum draining out of his wrecked hole and knew, this was a job well done. “Holy fuck...” Sammy said stumbling out of the closet. I turned and looked at him, “Shhh...don't wake him up. I'm pretty sure he's sober now.” Sammy made a face and I pointed for the door. We both sneaked out as quietly as possible. Once at the stairs he looked at me with bright eyes, “Dude, that was amazing! I was so...” I could tell, the front of his shirt was stained with cum. Leaning in I kissed him, “So you liked me fucking your brother?” “Fuck yeah!” “You wanna fuck him next?” A look of pure lust passed over his face, “Fuck yeah!” I just smiled, I had created a monster.

Climbing the stairs back up to my condo, I started to feel a little guilty. Both of the guys I just bred were vulnerable to my bug and didn't even know it. Dragonboy probably thought I was still on meds just like the other times we fucked, still playing up the poz on neg scene like before. Reaching my floor, I shook myself out of it, thinking "He never asked and I told him I was poz. Besides, if he really wants to stay neg, he wouldn't be getting multiple guys to breed him when he's off prep." Sitting down on my couch, I lit up a fat one and took a long hit. Before I knew it, I was holding the remains in a clip and got one last drag on it before it was done. I checked my phone and looked to see who was close on a few of the apps. My balls were empty, but it didn't hurt to look and maybe set something up for the future. It was a lot of the usual guys but then I spotted the Italian guy from the laundry room. "Had fun the other night" I sent to him. "OMG it was shouldnt have too risky" he replied a few minutes later. I sent back "Thats what made it so hot." I didn't get a response so I sent one more "When u doing laundry again?" and hit send. There wasn't a reply after a few minutes so I figured he didn't want to play again. The college bug chaser wasn't on so I set the phone down and grabbed my laptop to check messages on a few sites. I was kind of disappointed that the older guy hadn't messaged back, but he probably got cold feet when he saw I was no longer listed as undetectable. With nothing going on, I watched a few porn clips but nothing really did it for me so I decided to crash for the night. The alarm rudely awakened me and I crawled out of bed, still smelling the sweat and cum on my body from the night before. I showered and then ate breakfast while I opened up my laptop and surfed a few sites. Still no message from the older guy, but it had been less than 12 hours since I checked the last time. I grabbed my phone and looked at a few apps. A smile came over me as I saw the college guy on. "Hey, how u doin?" I typed out. "sore & horny" he responded. I chuckled thinking the slut had got some more dick after we fucked the other night. "rough day yesterday?" I asked back. "sore from u. nothin yesterday" he replied. I sent back "u want more?" He immediately sent back "fuck yeah" and then "dad is going out in a half hr. meet in cleaning closet on 19 in 45min?" How cute, I thought, but it made sense with all of the universities shut down. If he didn't have an apartment he'd have to go back to his parents house or move in with friends. "k" I replied and waited. I took the stairs up to try and be more dicreet and also for the workout. Being a little sweaty before a fuck was never a bad thing for the guys I hooked up with. I peeked out the door and didn't see anyone in the hallway and a few seconds later I heard someone coming down the stairs. I leaned against the wall and then saw it was the college guy. I opened the door and he followed me out into the hall. We went over to the closet that the cleaning staff use to store their supplies and twisted the handle. Locked. I knew from experience that they usually didn't lock these doors but figured that people were probably stealing the cleaning supplies so now they had to. "Wanna try up one floor?" I asked. He nodded and we went up the stairs to the 20th floor. That one was locked too. "Fuck!" he said. I nodded and was about to suggest the sauna again when he said "You're not gonna stalk me, right?" I thought it was a strange question but said "Nah, I don't usually even fuck a guy more than a few times." He started walking down the hall to the end and pulled out his key. I followed him into unit 20A, down the inside hall and into a bedroom. He was pulling his clothes off as soon as we got inside and he told me "We gotta make this quick. I don't want my dad to come home while we're fucking." I pushed him on the bed and looked down at his twinky body. Our other fuck was in dim light and now I could see all of him. The smooth pale skin, a nice smooth bubble butt, his muscled runner's legs and his hair was just pulled back in a ponytail today. I pushed down my basketball shorts, yanked my tank off and was on top of him seconds later. My hard cock ground along his butt cheeks as I laid on him, forcing him flat against his bed. I whispered in his ear "You need some more toxic seed?" I heard him whimper and I said to him firmly "Tell me what you want or I'm out of here." "Please, fuck me full of your bug. I want you to turn me into a poz slut" he cried out. I chuckled and whispered back "Good boy. You gonna share it too, right?" My cock was rock hard and oozing precum into the crevice. "Yes, sir. As many as I can" he replied, starting to breathe heavily. "Please fuck me" he whined a few seconds later. Raising my hips, I dragged my shaft between his butt cheeks and then pushed down until I found the opening. Pushing harder, the head of my cock finally started to work it's way inside. His face was buried into the bed cover as he yelled out from the pain of my thick cock stretching him open with just a little precum for lube. The head of my cock was barely inside when I forced his head down to muffle his screams. I paused a moment to let him get used to it. His body was shaking and he let out another yell when I nudged in deeper. He hadn't lubed up before our meet, apparently, so I was going to have to do it for him. Pulling my cock out I crawled back, spreading his ass cheeks apart before spitting on the hole. Using a finger to start, I pushed the spit in and added some more. Adding a second finger, I worked the spit in deeper before twisting them around to help stretch his sphincter. With one more gob of spit, I pushed my fingers in all the way, twisting them back and forth before pulling them out and replacing them with the tip of my shaft. It looked really hot, my darker rigid cock surrounded by his pale butt cheeks slowly driving down until my hips were pressed against his ass. My cock went in much easier this time and with a lot less screaming. I'm sure that the first attempt, as dry and rough as it was, did enough to help my bug get into his body, but I was planning on giving him more than just a little viral precum. I raised my hips up and then dropped back down with a thud. The whole bed bounced and I repeated it a few more times with college boy mumbling "oh god" over and over. Pushing my body up with my arms, I hovered over him, my cock still partially inside his tight, wet hole. I whispered in his ear "God ain't gonna help you now" before thrusting my hips in and out. It got easier each time as his hole loosened up and my pre coated his chute. We stayed like this for almost ten minutes, him flat on the bed whimpering and me drilling his pussy with my stiff shaft. I fell on him, slamming my dick in hard and my chest slapping against his back. I yanked back on his pony tail, pulling his face off the bed. "This what you been dreaming about? Getting pounded by a big poz dick and having your last neg loads fucked out of you?" I growled in his ear before I got on my knees and flipped him over. Spreading his legs, I aimed my fuckstick at the gaping hole and shoved back in. Looking into his wide open eyes, I pushed his legs back while driving the last couple inches of my cock inside him. Last time, I bred him from behind, deprived of looking at his face as he took what might have been his first known toxic load. I wasn't going to miss out on it this time, before he became too used to the feeling and it just became another raw fuck. I knew some guys only took one before it was nothing special but most craved a lot more poz dick until the novelty wore off. One guy I knew never got over it and even when he was in hospice, dying of AIDs, he still craved taking new strains. My hips were rolling, driving my cock into him with firm jabs. I would move my hips around and dig my cock in different directions, hitting his prostate a few times before teasing another part of his rectum. A smile came over his face and stayed there even when I pounded harder. "Breed me again" he begged. I slammed in, holding my hard cock in him and staring down at him. "Please" he begged again. Slowly I pulled my dick back and lunged back in, hearing him grunt. He said calmly "Give me your bug" but the intensity in his face showed how much he wanted it. Pulling back slowly again, I chuckled and then felt my cock start to swell. I hammered his hole for half a minute before my balls said "it's time." Planting all of my cock into his body, the first of a half dozen spurts of virus filled cum painted his gut. His outer ring was spasming around my cock, milking my cock as he covered his chest and face with his own untainted spunk. I pulled halfway out and rammed back in, coaxing one or two more shots out of my balls. "Oh my god... thank you" he said as my chest heaved and sweat dripped on him. We stayed there, almost motionless for a minute. He broke the silence, his voice labored, saying "plug... top drawer." I smiled and reached over. It took a couple tries but I got the drawer open and pulled out a glass butt plug. It had some girth and when I pulled my cock back a little, realized it was slightly thicker than me. Backing up a little, I was able to slip it into the battered, cummy hole before it closed. It was mesmerizing to watch his ass ring slowly lock the plug in place, sealing in my poisonous load. Lowering his legs down, I stood up on the floor and tapped his leg. "Clean my dick" I commanded and he spun around, laying his head off the side of the bed. Crouching a little, I set my cum covered cock on his lips. He started licking, first under the shaft and then around the sides while I moved back and forth. I spotted a few small dark streaks and I wondered if he didn't clean well enough or if it was blood. I suspected the latter. Moving back slightly, I let him lap at the head of my cock a few moments and then pushed into his mouth. Sliding my cock into his mouth and throat, I watched his lower lip collect the last of the cum on my dick. He opened his mouth wider when I pulled back and then out of his mouth. His tongue licked over his lip, collecting the cum which he greedily sucked in. I gave him a couple quick slaps of my cock over his face and then grabbed my shorts. Pulling them on, I then tugged my tank top over my head. Slipping my feet into my sandals I told him "Thanks, that was a good fuck. Wonder if that's the one that will do it" before turning and walking down the hall to the door. I heard his front door click shut behind me while I walked down toward the stairwell. Just as I got to the door, I heard the elevator ding as it arrived. An older, athletic guy came around the corner with a few shopping bags hanging from his hand as I entered the stairwell and went down to my floor. It was just a quick glance, I didn't want to stick around and spook him with strangers walking around on his floor. Back at my place, I lit up a blunt and quickly finished it, enjoying the rush as my balls started to recover. I looked through the guide on the TV, trying to find something to watch and finally found something mindless. After a few minutes, I checked my phone and saw a message from college guy. "Fuck, that was close. Dad showed up right after you left" was his message. I smiled and wondered what his dad would say if he knew what his son was doing.

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