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Was on bbrt. Saw this profile of a guy that I have an antagonistic relationship with at best. I can’t stand the way he talks to me and I am pretty sure he feels the same. We are not nice to each other at all. But it was slow tonight so I sent him a pretty shitty message and ended it with “do you want to fuck me?” I was expecting him to send back a fuck you and a laughing emoji but instead he said yes. I started thinking about how much I dislike him and how I didn’t want to be in a position with him over me. And for some reason I got super hard. Suffice it to say I went over to his place. He was acting like a jerk and being rude but then he pulled out his clock and just stared at me. I got down on my knees and started to suck him hard. Once he was stuff I took a couple more hits off my poppers than i strictly needed and got on my hands and knees on his bed. He told me to get on the floor which made me want to walk out but i did. and he proceeded to fuck me for four hours and he came a total of five times. When he was done I got up and tried to put on my clothes but he took my under wear and shoved me out of the bedroom. I got dressed in the hallway and left his place. he messaged me later that he was going to fuck me again next week. And I am going to let him. what is wrong with me?

Chapter 6 The guy at the door threw his towel over his shoulder and was stroking his hard very thick looking cock. His friend did the same only his cock was longer but not as thick. They were both watching me and my dad in bed. This was what dad was talking about when he said sometimes other guys watched him mess around I guess. I was surprised that I didnt get freaked out enough to stop. The two guys at the door were actually making this hotter and they seemed to like that we were actual father and son. Dad focused his attention on my hole no longer teasing it, just pushing his tongue inside it and making me moan uncontrollably. I realize he probably did that not just for me but for the two guys watching too. And for confirmation, he said above a whisper this time, "You like the feeling of your dad pushing his tongue deep into your virgin hole son?" "Virgin? Oh fuck. Your sons a virgin?" Hot guy at the door was looking behind me at dad. Dad didnt say anything but the guy smiled at him like he did get an answer. "Nasty dad taking his son to the bathouse to take his cherry. Beautful." I guess we could have explained that his assumption was wrong and the real story was much more complicated, but I was too busy moaning as dad went back to my hole. My hole was so wet now with dads spit that I could hear him slurping as he continued to lick and probe it. Hot guy got bold and took a step inside the room. Dad must have noticed. "Whats your name bud?" He asked. "Grant." "Good to meet you Grant. I'm Paul and this is my son Cooper." "You guys are fucking hot." I looked up at him and saw that he was looking behind me again at dad. "You think I could..." I didnt know what he was talking about but Dad must have responded nonverbally in a way that made him smile again. Grant stepped towards me and pointed his thick cock to my face. I understood. "You think you could taste my cock while your dad eats you out?" Like dad I didnt answer with words. I wanted to feel that thickness filling my mouth. I licked the tip of his cock glistening with precum and as he moved a little closer I pulled the head of his cock and about an inch more into my mouth immediately making him groan. The cock was massive. I could feel my mouth stretching around his girth. I struggled to take more of his cock as I realized from the further stretching that his cock only got thicker the further down I went. Grant didnt force matters though. He was gentle with me not pushing just accepting what I could give him. "So fucking hot. Your son is sucking my cock Paul. You like seeing your son suck another mans cock?" "Hell yeah. As long as I still get to enjoy this ass that I made." This just kept getting more twisted. Dad kept pushing with his words and it made all of us hornier. But I also felt a finger beginning to push at my hole. It felt different from the tongue, not as soft and definitely thicker. With a little more teasing I felt the tip of his finger suddenly break through and enter me as his tongue had. It caused me to choke a little on Grants cock because I gasped at the feeling that was so new that I didnt know what to do. I felt the bed shift and dad was up by my ear, his finger slowly pushing its way deeper into me. "Just relax son. It will make this easier. Ill go really slow but I lubed your hole up with my tongue and spit that it wont be long before the discomfort goes away. Ok? Keep breathing son." He wasnt whispering like he had when the door was closed. This was for us but it was also for the two other guys. I felt dads weight shifting the bed again as he moved back to focus on my hole. "Oh shit you guys been partying?" I didnt know what Grant meant but I looked up and saw that he was focusing on the pipe that was still on the table in the bowl of condoms and lube. I started to get worried given what dad had said about it being illegal and not welcome at this place. But dads response said something completely different. "Yeah. Introducing my son to a lot tonight." "And you and your son dont get T-dick by the looks of it." It was like they were speaking a totally different language. I may not have known what they were talking about but I figured from their conversation that we were safe. "We're just lucky I suppose." As he said that I felt his hand around my cock again giving it a squeeze before letting it go. I moaned onto Grants cock. "Do you want a hit?" I looked back up to see his reaction to dads question, his thick cock still throbbing in my mouth. "No I dont want to get you in trouble. Might be too much noise with that torch." Grant was right. Whenever dad had lit the lighter it did echo in the room. Now that the door was open anyone might hear it. "Got some stuff in my room anyway. You know what you could do..." He didnt finish his thought out loud but dad did seem to respond. I felt him slowly pull his finger out of my hole and then I could hear him move off the bed and pull his bag out from under it. He dug around and I could hear him take something out and put his bag back under the bed. I was curious and trying to hear and make out what dad was doing but the cock in my mouth was stealing my attention away from it. I did want to make this man feel good. It was a first realization that one of the things I would enjoy about sex is seeing how much pleasure my body gives other men. Grant showed his approval of whatever dad had just done with a "Fuck yeah. Now lets get your son spun." That didnt mean anything to me. It was that other language or something that only dad and Grant understood again. Then the weight shifted in the bed and I guessed he was back by my ass angled at him. My guess was confirmed when I felt a finger slowly teasing my crack and then once again pushing into my hole. Dad pushed his finger further and deeper and the sensation was new, not yet really pleasurable but not really hurting either. I did notice that as I concentrated on the feeling of dads finger I was sucking Grants cock harder somehow.. I was aware that I was tasting this mans cock but also his pre cum as I felt it gathering on my tongue, mixing with my own spit, and swallowing it down. But the feeling that was not pleasurable and not hurting was suddenly burning and the surprise of it and the intensity of it had me pull off of Grants thick cock. "Ah dad it burns or something." "Just keep breathing son. Maybe take a minute to just breathe through it. Here, get back down on your back here." I turned my body around facing dad now and he shifted himself to being on his side against the wall laying in the bed. He was giving me a lot of space to join him and I did. I put my head back on the pillow and dad and I lay next to each other. He being on his side was at an angle of looking down to me while I looked up at him as I lay in the bed on my back. Grant took a step away from the bed and when I turned to look, he was stroking his cock watching us. I noticed that the head and a little more shined in the weird lighting with my spit and seeing and thinking that made my cock throb. His friend was still in the doorway naked and stroking. "Fuck this is so hot. Dad and his virgin son huh? My lucky day." The burning meanwhile was still very much bothering me. Dad could probably tell I was in some degree of discomfort because he used his left hand to caress my chest and then work his way down "Try to relax and breathe deep. This feeling will pass soon." Dads hand continued to explore my body. I was trying to understand how it could still be burning even though dads finger wasnt inside me. That had been what triggered the feeling so shouldnt pulling the finger out kill it? "You ok son?" I looked up into dads eyes. "Yeah, it still burns but I think it might not be getting worse anymore. That cant be normal." "Give it a little time. You'll be ok. I actually think youll be really ok once the burning goes away." I nodded even though I didnt know what he meant and then he bent down and kissed me, first just on the lips and then after a second pressed his mouth to mine and pushed his tongue into mine as we made out again. This time with an audience. "Aw fuck yeah thats so hot. Cant believe how much they look alike." This was a new voice and I realized it must have been Grants friend who had been silently stroking his long cock and watching us the whole time. But hearing that dad and I didnt stop. Instead we kept going and got into it even more. He got back on top of me and like before I wrapped my arms and legs around him. "Fuuuuck" I heard the man say. As we lost ourselves in our passion for each other I did get to a point where I realized that like dad said the burning did go away. But it didnt go back to feeling the way it did before. Its like the burning that was uncomfortable and even a little painful became a burning need. My body was responding in a way that was new somehow but it felt a little like squirming as dad was on top of me like I needed even more than this intense scene with dad. He noticed and pulled out of my mouth. As he did I noticed my focus was a little shifty and thats when I realized that there were now three guys watching. Grant, his friend who was still in the doorway, and now a third guy I recognized. The guy we saw fucking someone in a room when we were first making our way to dads room. He was in the doorway with Grants friend still wrapped in a towel and rubbing his cock through it which I could tell looked only half hard but big. "Youre feeling it arent you son?" Dad said again loud enough for everyone to hear. I looked over at the new guy to see if he heard. He was still just quiet and watching. "I dont know. What is it? It feels good and a little weird I guess." I knew I was feeling hornier but figured maybe it was because of what was happening in the room not what was happening in my body. Dad lifted himself off me and sat up between my legs. Without breaking eye contact his finger found my hole again and without meeting any resistance, he pushed into me again and I gasped. There was no pain this time. What I felt was like what you feel when you scratch an itch. Satisfaction. And my moan made that pretty clear to everyone in the room. "The mans son is a virgin" Grant said. He was looking at the third guy. "I think we are going to witness something very hot." I heard the third guy almost softly and hesitantly say, "Son? Like real son?" Dad turned to look at the men as his finger continued to slowly push into me. I saw that same look of recognition when Grant first saw dads face come across the new guys face. The sensation inside me was amazing. "Yes he is" dad said. "My son came here tonight to lose his virginity and Im going to help him with that." It may sound stupid and naive, but it only hit me at that moment that I was about to get fucked but not just fucked but fucked by my own dad. The man that made me. And in my state of being high and hornier than I had ever been it actually turned me on more. And then I felt dad hook his finger slightly as it pushed just a little deeper. "Daaaaad" I practically screamed and moaned. That drew groans from the men. My body bucked up my back arched and I was seeing stars. Dads finger had hit a spot that made my whole body get lost in a pleasure I didnt know existed. He was massaging the spot and I dont know what I must have looked like as I lost all control with my entire being given over to dad. "Yeah dad oh god yeah that feels so....fuck dad!" My eyes shot back open as I felt a second finger begin to stretch open my hole. I looked up at him and the lust on his face was almost transforming the way he looked entirely. It even seemed almost...predatory. I wasnt afraid by it though. Its hard to explain but because it was dad I still felt safe. I also noticed that my cock was still hard and leaking a non stop flow of precum. My abs were all wet from mine and dads. "You want a little more from the pipe son?" I thought about what Grant had said about the noise and looked over at the door. What if the new guy was going to get us in trouble? "Is it ok dad?" He turned around to look at the other men and must have given them a look that I didnt see because Grant responded by moving closer to the bed and the other two men stepped into the room. The new guy a little awkwardly because of the size of the space closed the door. After doing so he pulled off his towel and revealed a cock that was thick like Grants and long like Grants friend and dads. He started stroking it in earnest. Suddenly I became aware that I was laying in the bed on my back with four older big dicked men inside this very small room looking down at me and I had never been hornier in my life. "Lets get you a little bit higher now son."

Wanker’s Story pt. 2 Horvath nodded, and began unbuckling his belt. “Yeah. Just get me hard.” Sarge got down on his knees in front of Sergeant Charlie, unsnapping his pants and unzipping him while Horvath undid the buttons on his uniform top. “Come over here, Sendahl. You’re going to want to watch this.” Sarge said, pulling Horvath’s pants down and taking them off, leaving his boots on. The bulge in Sergeant Charlie’s underwear was enormous. I got down off the desk, careful to keep Sarge’s jizz inside me. I didn’t want to let it out. I went to kneel down beside Sarge. I never looked at Sarge like he’d be the type to do this, but I couldn’t argue with that feeling we shared. I understood something I could never have understood before- that brothers have a bond that goes beyond labels, outside of society’s norms. There was nothing above brotherhood, no barriers standing in the way. There was nothing wrong with anything between brothers, no weakness to be ashamed of, no limit to what I would now do for any of them. I watched Sarge rub Sergeant Charlie’s bulge. He kissed Horvath’s thigh. When he looked over at me, he smiled. “Watch this, kid.” And he peeled Horvath’s underwear down, releasing the monster inside. “Fuck. Sarge, that’s not going to fit up my ass.” I gasped. Sergeant Charlie’s cock, soft, was as big around as my wrist, and as long as Sarge’s cock was when it was hard. Sergeant Charlie didn’t shave. I’m not sure there would have been a point, as there wasn’t a beginning or end to the hair on his body. He was one solid carpet of black fur from his neck to his toes, though his ankles and feet wasn’t thick hair. Even his knees were hairy. “You’d be surprised what’ll fit up your ass, Private.” Sergeant Charlie said with an amused grin. “Look, his nuts aren’t as big as mine.” Sarge said, lifting Horvath’s heavy cock to exposed his hairy nuts, which were still sizable. He batted Horvath’s nuts like a punching bag a few times while Horvath crossed his arms and stared down. “None of that is getting my dick hard, Walters. We gonna do this? “ “Yeah, buddy. But the kid here has a trick to show you. You’re gonna love it.” Sarge pulled my head in. “Take a sniff, it seems to help you.” I leaned in and sniffed Sergeant Charlie’s nuts. There was a slight musk there, with a soothing herbal smell mixed in. I couldn’t smell any sweat, but Horvath had probably showered. Still, it was a deep, manly smell. I found I liked it too, but not near as much as Sarge’s raw, animal he-man odor. I felt Sarge’s lips next to my ear as my face was buried in Sergeant Charlie’s groin. “Show him what you did to me. He might take it easy on you if he likes it. Doubtful though, he never takes it easy on me.” I pulled my head out of his hairy nutsack and saw Sarge swallow the entire salami of Horvath’s soft dick, right to his pubes. Then I watched Sarge’s throat convulse and move. He rolled his eyes to me and indicated for me to take on Sergeant Charlie’s nuts. I took a breath. I turned my head so my chin went between Horvath’s thighs, then opened wide to let his low hangers drop into my mouth. I might be able to swallow both of them. I doubted it, but still wanted to try. I felt my lips make contact with his upper nutsack, then opened my throat, letting his balls drop through. As soon as I felt contact, I breathed deep, and clamped down to swallow. “Yeah Walters, take it deep. Keep that sweet mouth down on that hog.” Horvath started talking. “You know how- holy FUCK! “ My throat started heaving on his nuts, straining to swallow them down past my Adam’s apple. “Holy sweet fucking baby Jesus, suck those fucking marbles, FUCK!” I guess the warm, wet throat ballsack massage was a hit, but I didn’t have much attention to spare as I was trying not to choke to death on a hairy nut sandwich. When something is lodged in your throat your natural reaction is to choke it out or choke it down, and right now I was going back and forth between the two options and Horvath’s heavy cream filled nuts were the rope in my oral tug of war. I felt him press down on my mouth just like Sarge had done. Both his nuts were in my esophagus, lined up like a pinball machine, his sack hung low enough that getting both down in me was possible. I took a gamble before my breath ran out and clamped my lips down over the base of his balls and gave a giant gulp, wondering if I could get them further down. “Oooooooooooooooh…. Oh fuck. Oh God.” Horvath started moaning. And he literally shoved Sarge off his cock, which started bouncing and throbbing. It looked ridiculous watching that huge cock slime it’s way out of Sarge’s tear stained face like a baby calf being born. I had to spit his nuts out, I was about to pass out. Fuck, I can’t say what Sergeant Charlie felt, but trying to swallow two hot, fuzzy extra large plums at the same time kinda turned me on. No lie. Feeling them go down, then back up my throat, over and over again, that was insane. “Think you could swallow this monster? It’s not too much different.” Sarge said, offering Horvath’s cock to me by the base. It was a true foot long, or I’d eat my shoe. Not like Footling’s cock, which was probably close, but nowhere near this thick. I gulped. “No. It’s too big. I don’t even think my mouth opens that wide. “. I managed, almost too scared to even try. “Okay, then chest on the desk, legs spread.” Sarge said. I did exactly that, but I didn’t exactly run to get myself in position. Sarge patted me on the back. “Remember to breathe and relax. It’ll fit. And it’ll be fast.” I laid down, taking comfort in Sarge’s uniform underneath me. I saw his underwear a couple feet away. Sarge saw my look. “Here kid, I got the real thing here. Stick your head in here.” He hopped up on the desk and straddled my face. His dick was still hard. I gladly buried my face between his throbbing cock and those huge nuts. If it was possible, he smelled even better now that the remains of his fuck coated his shaved cock and nuts. Jesus! I reached out and grasped his ass cheeks to pull him into me. “Slow first, Horvath. Let him expand for a few seconds.” Sergeant Charlie just grunted. “Five days, Walters. I’m not holding back. My babies have been swimming around lost for five days in my sack. Your Private is just going to have to figure out how to take his pounding.” He said with no apology. Sarge sighed and caressed my buried head with his strong mitts. “Breathe deep, Private. It’s not going to be easy. Remember what I told you. Keep it open for him.” I did as Sarge ordered, and felt Horvath’s thick ram tube of meat push against my cum slicked hole. He didn’t stop there, didn’t pause, just kept increasing the pressure until his head split me open. “Agggghhhhhh!” I primal screamed into Sarge’s sweaty crotch. It felt like my asshole was burning with gasoline. My hips lifted, on my tip toes trying to get away from him, but I was locked into the desk. He had to be tearing me up, I had to be bleeding. I felt a tear roll down my face. “I always love that part.” Sergeant Charlie chuckled as he just kept shoving more and more of his massive forearm thick pole into me. “But the best part is what’s coming. “ With a brutal thrust he buried every last inch of that monster balls deep into my burning shitter with a sudden final violent punch. I thought I was going to throw up, pass out, and shit my internal organs out in one never ending bloody volcanic eruption . My intestines seized up, cramping in a breathtaking grip like a bear was eating me from the inside out. The hatchling from Alien was being born in my guts. This wasn’t a freight train, this was a pine tree, complete with bark and branches still attached. The sound I made when he bottomed out was a mix of a high pitched keening wail, a stupid sounding’GUH!’ and sob. I couldn’t imagine my asshole remained intact, and was probably a shredded bloody mess. I was going to die. I was pinned and couldn’t move my lower body, but my fingers put a death grip on Sarge’s ass. I know I left marks. “Fuck, Horvath, don’t kill him.” Sarge breathed. Horvath snorted. “Haven’t killed one yet. Doesn’t mean they don’t feel like I’m killing them.” He yanked his pine tree back and slammed back in, even harder. “That’s the point.” He repeated that move multiple times, and punctuated each violent jab with a word. “And.” “This.” … SLAM “Mother.” …. SLAM “Fucking.”…. SLAM “Private.” … SLAM “Needs.” …. SLAM “To.” …….….SLAM “Fucking.” …SLAM “Learn.” …SLAM After every punch, I made the same GUH followed by that wail, then a pitiful sob when I felt him withdraw for another shove. Over and over. There was no love, no brotherhood , no gentle caresses. This was pain for pain’s sake. I started to cry somewhere during it all, I don’t remember when I started. I didn’t want to, didn’t want to be a pussy, wanted to take it like a man. But when you break, you don’t get to choose. And Sergeant Charlie wanted me broken. I could feel his intent every time the head of his horse dick split me open again. I don’t remember when I started begging, sounding like a pitiful child , pleading for him to stop, but it did no good. I lost track of time, but I remember finally just going slack and dropping like a limp rag doll to the desk. Forgotten were Sarge’s mesmerizing balls, his smell that I loved. But I do remember his gentle hands stroking me, his tender murmurs of “you’re almost done, kid. It’s going to be okay. I got you, brother.” As if my complete submission was what this Hungarian animal needed, as soon as I went limp I felt his rough, calloused hands on my shoulder blades and he transferred his weight to my back, crushing me with every pound he possessed. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t care. I wanted to die. “That’s right. There it is. This is when you surrender to your older brother, kid.” His voice opposed his movement, his violent thrusts. A gentle, understanding voice. “The rules protect you. The regulations protect your brothers, so that everyone gets home. The Army protects all of us. This feeling you’re having, when you want to give up, want to just lay down and die, this won’t be the last time you feel that. But know, and remember, that it’s your brothers, even the Charlies, who will get you out alive, who would do ANYTHING to get you home. *I* would do anything to get you home. I love you little brother.” And as he said those final words, he grunted, spasmed, and dumped his five day load 12 inches deep inside my brutalized ass. I barely felt him pull his meat out of me. My asshole felt like hamburger. I just lay there, on top of Sarge’s uniform, which felt so soft. My arms had fallen limp over his thighs. “He’s intact.” I heard Sergeant Charlie say. “Not even bleeding much at all.” I heard a belt clasping. “Focus on your training, Private. Keep the pranks for your unit and platoon. And fucking use your head next time.” With that the door opened and closed again and I knew he was gone. I didn’t want to look at him. Thank God they didn’t make me look at him. “Take your time, kid.” Sarge said. His hands constantly rubbing my head, roaming over my back, making slow paths across my skin and muscles. It felt good. It soothed me. I just relaxed for a quiet few minutes, learning how to breathe all over again, knowing my drool, snot and tears had soaked Sarge’s uniform. I hoped that was okay. His hands never stopped. Finally, I spoke. “I must have made him so angry.” Sarge let out a small laugh. “Kid, that wasn’t angry. He wouldn’t have fucked you angry. You needed a lesson, but not THAT lesson. That lesson probably would have killed you.” He explained. I discovered I liked it when he called me ‘kid’. “I’m sorry I cried, Sarge.” my weak voice trembled. I felt the tears starting again, their warm trails running over my cheek, down the side of my nose. The underside of my turned face soaked his uniform with more tears. “Shhhhhhh, Sendahl. No shame between brothers, remember? Cry if you need to. You held out longer than most. You should be proud.” He let me sob for a couple more minutes, but I reached a point where crying didn’t seem important anymore, nor laying there wallowing, with my legs still spread. That seemed like a dumb thing to do, stay in THAT position. I started to move, but Sarge held me down a bit. “Slowly, Sendahl. You don’t realize it yet, but moving is going to make it hurt all over again. Take it very slow.” He waited until I had pulled myself up onto my elbows, then he hopped down off the desk and came around to help me stand up. “Let’s get you dressed.” Sarge said. At some point he checked out my ass, and declared I was going to be fine. Sore, in pain, but fine. I wasn’t sure if I believed him. The walk back to the barracks wasn’t easy, but I managed, stopping a few times to regather my strength.

I had been following this new massage shop on an app called LINE with their occasional postings on Craigslist. They are a new shop and seemed eager to get my husband and I into their shop. The mamasan sent pictures of her "boyz" with the understanding that we were only looking for "100% TOP KING boyz" into sucking, fucking and rimming. At our designated reservation time, my husband and I arrived to meet the mamasan and promptly taken upstairs to a rather old , but clean, looking room and instructed to shower. Within minutes my massage boy arrived and had me get on my stomach on a massage type table. He began with a legit massage and worked diligently on my feet and back. After about 30 minutes, his fingers began to wander on the inside of my thighs and my now 7 inch uncut cock was leaking precum like a leaky faucet. The boy then leaned in and spread my cheeks and drove his rigid tongue deep inside of my wet hole. He had me moaning as he continued eating my hole like a champion then proceeded to give my entire backside a tongue bath. He then climbed up on me and started a full body on body massage with the full weight of his body. As he slid up my back, his now rigid 7 inch Thai cock would go up my crack and tease my hole. I wondered if he would use a condom. Over and over he massaged my back with his body until finally his cock lined up perfectly with my hole and he did not hesitate in going full length inside of me and stopped fully inside. My back arched and I took in a sharp breath. I reached back and realized he was bare. I moaned my deep approval. He took my approval and whispered some Thai words in my ear and he began a very erotic and sensual fucking as he reached around and played with my nipples and kissing my neck. Each of his thrusts were met with my ass pushing back against his cock.. Without exiting my hole, he slowly and methodically turned my body around so I was now on my back, my ankles pushed back to my ears, hole fully exposed and still full with his cock. He started pumping me again while stroking my very wet cock. After 10 minutes or so of deep full length pumping, he looked deep into my eyes and nodded as his eyes started to roll back in his head. At that point he began to FUCK very fast and he grunted gutterally and blew his Thai babies deep inside of me. That first blast of very hot cum on my prostate made me start to blast off and I covered my own face with my thick load. Without moving, he leaned down and licked every drop of my cum off of my face then kissed me deep and senually. Slowly our breathing came back to normal, he pulled out and began to finish the massage as I drifted off to sleep a few minutes at a time. Afterwards, I tipped him very well and he greeted the tip with a very sweet hug and kiss. Until next time... I will post about my husband's experience later....

For a few days I'd been chatting with this cute late 20's black guy on the south side of chicago. Stats were nice, said 8" and he immediately sent me some pix that showed he had a thick one. Had reservations of going to his place, as he was looking to host, and we mostly chatted a couple days. Tuesday night my horniness got the better of me. I agreed to go to his place, and it's not in the best of neighborhoods. Fortunately found parking real quick, didn't see anyone concerning out on the street, but it was really not a good neighborhood. He came to the door to get me, and was cuter than his pics, about 5'8" average build, cropped hair. In his place we make out a bit and I grab his dick through his pants. Oh my god! His cock feels huge! When I drop to my knees I can barely get it in my mouth, he's not too long, no it's his girth! I have never seen a cock so thick. I know right away this is going to be a challenge. Some sense of self-doubt creeps into the back of my mind, nagging like that person you know who secretly is rooting you to fail. Shortly after I start sucking him, he moans and says comments that I knew what I was doing. My confidence boosted I made sure I was going to give him a great BJ in case I couldn't perform the rest of the evenings activities. He told me he loves to munch on ass, and it wasn't long before he told me he wanted to eat my ass. I had gotten fucked earlier, rather unsuccessfully, and he commented on my hole having been played with (sadly no cum inside). That didn't deter him from giving me an excellent rim job. He tongue fucked me as well as some tops have actually fucked me. It was clear he knew what he was doing, both in terms of eating ass, and opening ass up for his club. When it came time for the fuck, he pulled the lube, I grabbed my poppers, and we both prepared for the upcoming pillaging of my hole. It was clear, from his head gently probing my hole, that he wasn't just going to shove in without preparation, something I was kind of prepared to scream into the pillow. No, he was very gentle pushing in a little, I'd clench and release (something that I feel opens me up faster) and he seemed to push a little more. It hurt like hell no matter how gentle he was, but I never had to stop him. I remember having to scream (moan?) into the pillow on the sofa, after all I didn't need his neighbors to come see what was up. The entire time, he stayed rock hard. This guy was good with his monster dick. Eventually it felt like he got all the way in, and I asked if he was getting deep enough. He said 'yeah' and I felt a flush of accomplishment. He really wasn't moving much though, I'd squeeze, and he'd moan, he'd move very slowly in and very slowly out. We moved to another area of his living room and I was afraid it was going to be a re-start of trying to accommodate his giant cock, but the change of venue went without a hitch. After we changed locations, he really started fucking me. His speed started to increase, he'd push me down, or pull me back up so we could kiss over my shoulder, all the while managing to stay rock hard and inside of me. I don't know how long we fucked in this position, but he had me flip over onto my back soon enough, and with my legs over his shoulders we had to find a new rhythm (popper and lube refreshed of course.) It was hot seeing this stud stuffing me with his huge monster cock, clearly enjoying it. I think he was afraid I was going to push him off me, but I never did. This position didn't last too long, soon he wanted to move back to me doggy over his sofa. I didn't know how much more I was going to be able to take from him. It was really starting to hurt, I don't know how he stayed so hard, and had the stamina he had! I had nothing to worry about though, not long after we were back with me doggy he slowed up, and sounded like he was breathing heavy. He asked if I was ready for his load, and when I said yes, he started pumping again. Pounding my ass for a couple more minutes I feel him tense and start to grunt and moan, shooting his load in my ass. Everything just stops, he stays put a couple minutes and very slowly pulls out. We sit and chat a bit, I expressed how good he was at fucking with a dick like he had, and we both agreed we'd like a repeat. Out the door I went to head back home, very satisfied, but very barely able to walk. In the end, I think his dick is now the biggest I've ever taken.

This is Fiction and should only be taken as that Part 1 At 60 years old the options to play with a twink doesn’t present it’s self very often but when this 23 yr old wanted to play and get twisted, pozzed and abused anally really got my attention. I figured it was only talk and after he got his rocks off he would ghost me. For the time being we could have some fun talking. He sent a couple pics and if those were him he looked a bit older but had a nice cock and ass. The kid was persistent and wanted to meet so I figured maybe a local coffee shop to see if he was as he said. When he walked in he looked younger than he said but was hot looking. I actually wanted to see his driver license to verify his age. I didn’t want to get in trouble talking to a minor. While we talked he was looking around and told me he wanted to go somewhere else since he saw a college friend leaving and he was nervous about this. I agreed and suggested my car around the side. Once there he really let go, he said he read stories and wanted to get drugs up his ass, his ass used and abused for a long time, if the guys were toxic or had anything that would be fine. He said he only had a couple experiences with getting fucked and the last one had a bid cock and split him open and he loved it. I asked him about the Toxic side and he said with all the meds out he looked into it and most can be cured or at least controlled. I told the kid I could get really sadistic and that is ass would not be the same. I only had an average cock but I could find a couple guys to split his hole open after I prepared it. I told him he would be in some pain, probably a little blood and I would get I twisted. He agreed and I said to think it over and let me know. He also mentioned some other really dark fantasies he wanted to try. We will have to see I told him. The following week I was really busy with work and was unable to look at my emails much but when I did he had 2 emails there begging me to get him messed up. I picked up a disposable home and had him call me, we talked for a few minutes and I told him what to do. I told him on Saturday morning get up , eat breakfast and hit the shower and get cleaned out inside as well as outside and call me at 11:00. I really expected him to ack out and not call. He also mentioned some other really dark fantasies he wanted to try. We will have to see I told him.

Staying with my brother at the minute. Yesterday evening we had a few beers and a joint but then he went to bed early cause he had work today. I stayed up drinking and smoking. Eventually got horny as fuck and hit up grindr. Got chatting to a lad that was close. He was fit. Told him I was horny for a load, and explained I couldn't host but there was a small private laneway beside the house that he could fuck me in. He said he was on his way. I lubed up and went outside. He found me leaned up against the way with trackies and boxers pull down. He slid in and few quick pumps loaded me and head off. I went back inside, still horny but it was late and not as many lads around. Eventually older bear messaged me. Normally wouldn't be my type but great cock pic and I was fucking horny. Told him the story he said sound. He asked did I take it raw and I gladly told him it's the only way and I already have a load in me. This definitely works him up. I go back outside to wait, with boxers down. Hear him walking up and then just his tongue burying into my hole. He gives me a proper fucking tongue fucking before sliding his cock in. Nice and thick, he starts pounding me and telling me what a fucking slut I am which really gets me going. He is soon loading me up. He tells me to suck his cock clean which I do. He asks do I want his piss. I am drunk and high at this stage so I agree. Then I jack off and cum while getting some stranger's piss all over my face. Best night in a long time.

Chapter 4 - Told from Tre's POV: OMG, Ty’s ass was amazing. Filled with Xavier’s and Javi’s loads and that bitter iron taste from the blood seeping out of the cuts Javi made when he fucked him roughly, I was in pig heaven rimming that hot almost virgin boy hole. My dick twitched thinking just how it would still be virgin for a dick my size and how I would be able to get deeper in him than the others. Ty just kept moaning like a whore. I loved eating ass almost as much as I loved fucking it. My tongue can do wicked curves and reach places deep inside. Most bottoms begged for me to rim them both before and after I fucked them, and I am only too happy to oblige. Rimming makes my dick hard, so I can usually go again after rimming my nut out of a nice hole. But this hole was practically virgin! It only had taken two dicks before, both smaller than mine. And while I was pretty sure the kid didn’t know anything about being on prep meds, he had mentioned condoms to Javi. I needed to make sure that my rimming got him so in need for more dick that he wouldn’t even mention condoms. You see, Javi and I never used condoms. Even when we just started dating each other, Javi told me he wanted to feel me naturally and shoot my load deep inside. Considering that even Magnum condoms felt tight on me, I had no problems raw dogging Javi. From then on, we never used condoms. We also had a very open relationship and neither one of us liked condoms. One night about 3 months into our dating, Javi asked about playing with others and using condoms. He knew my stance… that I hated the fuckers. Javi was like what happens if one of us gets an STD? I was like there are meds, and we’ll deal with it. “Tre, what about HIV though? There isn’t a cure for that, nor herpes. Just meds you can take to try and make it better.” “Javi, I honestly don’t care. Neither is a death sentence anymore. Plus if I’m being honest, the thought of getting HIV turns me on.” “What? How so?” asked Javi. “Well, I just think about how I like tight young ass and how big my dick is. And even though you know I don’t try to go rough on guys, with the young tight ones I usually make them bleed without even trying. Now imagine me with HIV and my cum is highly toxic. And I get a hot young piece of ass in front of me that’s negative. Even just with my normal fuck style, he’s most likely going to bleed, and you know I’m going to deposit a hugh load deep in his ass.” I could see Javi’s boxerbriefs start to fill out as his dick was getting hard. I was happy to see what I was saying was turning him on. So, I continued, “Now imagine I fuck that tight ass hard and rough on purpose with the intention of making him bleed a lot. You know I can do it. And if my cum is highly toxic, then he’ll most likely get HIV. He’ll be my bitch forever, carrying my DNA and my strain of HIV deep in his body. Maybe if he’s vers, he’ll even pass it on. Most young guys don’t get tested, so it could be years of them fucking others without knowing they have HIV. All of my DNA being spread across this city by me and the guys I knocked up. It just makes my dick hard as a rock thinking about how my seed can be spread so easily and without others knowledge. My DNA infecting the entire city.” Javi just looked at me and evil grinned while grabbing his hard dick through his undies. “Damn Tre, you’ve given this some thought. That’s hot as fuck. So are you saying you want to try and get HIV?” “Well, I’m not trying, and I’m sure it’ll be hard to get since I mostly top. But, if it happens, it happens. And I’m not going to fight fate. But, if I do get it, watch out, because I want to spread my toxic seed as far and as wide as I can.” Javi had taken his undies off by this point and had started playing with his hole. He then pulled his legs back and showed me his cute little hole and made it wink at me. “If you do get it Tre, will you give it to me?” “Absolutely babe! We can tag team and spread our DNA together. Make this entire city and then the state our fucking cum slut bitches.” “Tre I need you to fuck me now.” I was brought back to the current situation with Javi whispering in my ear, “I know he’s good and ripped open. You saw how pink that cum was that oozed out of his hole. Now it’s time for you to make the pink cum a dark red. Poz that virgin hole and let him feel your master alpha dick as it rips and tears his hole open to bleed all over that big black dick.” Javi knew just how to get my gears turning even faster. I quickly pulled my tongue out of Ty’s ass and looked down at him. “Do you want my dick, Ty buddy?” Ty had looked up to see why I had stopped rimming him and just nodded. “God yes, I want it, Tre. I want you to fuck me good. Please give me that big black dick.” “I will buddy, but first take at least 3 more big hits for me.” As Ty was taking his first hit, I motioned for Javi at the bag of crystals, He knew exactly what I wanted and grabbed another good sized shard out of the bag. He handed me the shard and just gave me a nod. I took the shard and made sure the sharpest edge was right against the outside of Ty’s hole as I pushed it in quickly. I knew that the shard would make a tear right on his pucker so that it would start to bleed a little. Ty looked down and grunted a little when my finger went in with the shard. I then made sure to take the pointed end and rub it up against his ass walls. I wanted more tears and the shard dissolving quickly in his bloodstream. Ty was exhaling his second hit, when I pushed the shard onto his g spot. He just arched his back and said it’s burning a little again. I just told him to relax and feel how good his g spot felt from me putting pressure against it. I made sure that the shard ripped new tears into the lining on his g spot but also knew the pain would be masked by the pleasure I was giving him. Ty was just moaning and moving his head back and forth. Javi had to remind him to take another shot. By the time he had finished his third hit, the shard had dissolved. I started putting my dickhead against his hole and rubbing it up and down and all around. My toxic precum was oozing out quickly and wetting his hole. I made sure to pay attention to the cut on his pucker and make sure it was covered in my toxic precum. Ty was too high and just kept begging for me to fuck him. “Please Tre, put it in me. I need to feel your dick inside me. My hole feels so empty and it needs a dick in it now.” Javi laid next to Ty and kissed him then started egging him on. “Is that what you need, buddy? Tre’s big dick opening up your tight almost virgin hole. Do you want his big black cock to take that white boy pussy and make it submit to his alpha cock? Do you want him to fuck you hard and deep so that your pussy can milk his dick of his special seed? I bet you wish you could get pregnant by him. Have his seed deep in your pussy and make you carry his baby around.” Ty just moaned and said yes or nodded his head with each statement or question from Javi. Ty then looked at me and said, “Tre can you knock me up and make me your bitch? I need to be used like a whore and my hole is just grabbing at your dick. It wants your dick inside it so bad.” “Are you sure, buddy? You saw how I fucked Javi. Once I start, I am not going to stop. I will rip your hole open and make it gape from my big dick, but you will enjoy every minute of it. That I can promise you.” “He’s the best, Ty. You saw how hard he fucked me, and I was moaning like a whore. He will make you cum just from being fucked, but you won’t care becasue all you’ll be thinking about is how good his dick feels in your pussy and how much you want him to knock you up.” Ty just moaned and looked directly into Tre’s eyes and tried to focus as much as he could. “Fucking make me your bitch, Tre! I need your big black cock in my white boy pussy. I need your cum deep in me filling me up and making me pregnant. With that, I didn’t want to take a chance of him changing his mind. Not like he would as high as he was, but I grabbed the base of my dick and pushed into his hole. Even after the slam fucking Javi had given him, his hole had tightened back up. It gripped my big dick like a vice, and it took all my concentration just to keep pushing into him. “Oh Tre, it’s so big. I can’t believe I’m taking your dick.” Just then I hit his back wall with my dick and Ty just grunted. I adjusted my angle and found his inner hole and started to push in and out in short strokes opening up his inner hole again. Ty just moaned and I watched his eyes roll back into his head. I finally opened the hole all the way up and immediately felt my dickhead get all warm and wet swimming in the toxic cum Javi had deposited deep in the kid. “Oh Ty, this hole is amazing. It’s so wet and warm. I’m going to go all the way inside now.” Ty quickly lifted his head and looked like he didn’t understand. “What’s wrong, buddy?” “You’re not all the way in already. I can feel you so deep inside me.” “No little buddy. I’ve got about 2.5 more inches to feed you. You’re so small that my dick easily hits your inner hole with plenty of dick to spare. So, here it goes.” I pushed in deep and let my balls rest on Ty’s spread open ass. He grunted and Javi kissed him as he stroked Ty’s dick. “Fuck this ass is amazing Javi. I don’t know if I can just take one turn.” I pulled all the way out, and Ty looked up concerned again. I just laughed and said, “Don’t worry little buddy. I’m going to fuck you some more. I just have to taste some of Javi’s load coming out of your ass with those hot white boy pussy juices mixed in.” Before he could respond my tongue was pushing in and lapping up the load of cum that I had let fall from his inner hole into his ass and had already coated my entire cock. Javi shoots almost as much cum as I do, so his ass was easily flooded with nut. Nothing tasted better than my boyfriend's toxic seed straight out of a neg boy hole that was torn up and bleeding ready to accept our DNA. After feasting for a good five minutes, I got back on my haunches and told Javi to hold Ty’s legs open. Javi smirked and said “Fuck yes!” as he grabbed Ty’s ankles and spread them as far and as wide as he could while pulling them back over Ty’s head to expose his hole. It had already started to close some, and I just looked at it and then looked at Ty and said, “OK buddy. Here it comes. I’m going to fuck you now and knock you up. Are you ready?” “Yes, Tre. Please, I need it.” Ty begged and Javi just nodded at me and mouthed the words “Rip the bitch open!” Despite how tight he was, my dick was on a mission. I thrust my entire length into Ty and made my balls slap his ass. Ty just shrieked and his mouth opened like he was speechless. I pulled all the way out and did it again. Both of his holes were tight and trying to keep me out, but my dick was rock hard and excited that it was getting to poz a hot little white boy. Ty gasped again. I pulled out again and slammed in another time. Ty gasped and this time I stayed with my balls pressed against his ass and rotated my hips making my dick point in a circle all in his ass and open his holes even more. Ty moaned at that and his dick started to ooze a little precum. I pulled out a little and then focused on his g spot. I pegged it non stop for about 5 minutes. Ty was just a mixture of moans and grunts and kissing Javi while he played with his dick. Javi looked at me and said, “I think Ty is getting close to cumming.” “Oh really? Do you like my dick in your ass Ty? Is it making your dick feel good?” Ty just looked at me and tried to say yes but what came out wasn’t really understandable, so he just nodded. I pulled all the way out and slammed back in, again four more times before rotating my hips and grinding his holes open. I pulled all the way out and slammed back in again and ground my hips around opening his holes. Pulled all the way out one more time and adjusted my angle and hit his g spot. Ty exploded when my dickhed pegged his g spot. Rather than continue to stimulate his g spot, I wanted to feel his holes spasm on my dick, so I pulled all the way out and slammed my dick in all the way again. Both of his holes were spasming and gripping my dick as he shot his second load all over his chest and face. Ty’s holes were milking my dick something fierce, and I felt my balls draw up quickly. I pulled out of the inner hole and just started to fuck it open with my dick, pulling out long enought to let it close and then quickly forcing it all the way back in. Ty was still coming and with one last squirt of cum onto his navel, he stopped writhing. I pulled all the way out and slammed my dick back in all the way three more times before I had reached my limit and started to nut deep in Ty’s white boy pussy. I got my dick as deep as I could, my hips uncontrollably shaking and trying to get my dick even deeper into that hot white virgin boy hole. Javi had left Ty’s side and was now whispering in my ear, “That’s right babe! Give him all your toxic seed. Drop that nut deep inside his pussy so you can make him poz and make him carry your DNA forever. Breed his hole and make him a poz cum slut for life.” I just kept nutting and nutting. I lost count of how many spurts of toxic death seed I shot deep into Ty. When my balls were finally drained, I collapsed on top of Ty. He just wrapped his cute little short legs around my back and pushed the heels of his feet into my ass cheeks trying to pull me in even deeper. I just chuckled and looked at him and said, “Don’t worry buddy, I’m not going to ever let a drop of my cum go wasted when your hot pussy is around to take my special seed and let me try and get you pregnant.” Ty exhaustedly looked at me and said, “Thank you, Tre, for your special seed. It feels so wet and hot inside my hole right now. It feels like my hole is flooded.” Javi laughed and said, “Trust me Ty, with my load and Tre’s load, it is definitely flooded. When Tre pulls out you won’t be able to keep it in because I know he worked both of your holes open to where they will gape at least for a minute and let our seed flow out.” “I don’t want it to come out. I want it to stay right where it is,” Ty whimpered. “Don’t worry buddy. I’m going to eat it from your hole and kiss it directly into your mouth so you can taste our loads and your sweet boy pussy juices all at the same time. And then, I’ll fuck you again and give you another load deep,” Javi said. “Do you want that? I know you do. I can see the smile on your face just thinking about it.” “Oh God, yes I want that. I want both of you to fuck me again and give me more of your cum. Can we smoke some more too?” I looked at Javi and smirked and then back to Ty, “Of course we can buddy. You can smoke as much as you want. In fact, we have something else you might like too. It’s called “G” and you drink it, but it will make you super horny and want us to fuck you even more than you do now.” Ty looked at me and said, “Let’s do it. I want you guys to fuck me all night long. Just…” Javi looked concerned and looked at me not sure what was happening. So, I quickly kissed Ty and then looked at him deep in his eyes and asked, “Just what?” Ty sheepishly bit his lower lip and looked at us and asked, “Can you not tell Xavier that we did this? I don’t want him to think I’m a whore.” I just laughed and kissed Ty again. As I leaned up, Javi was there and we did a threeway kiss with all of us. Javi then said, “Ty little buddy, don’t worry about a thing. We won’t tell Xavier anything that you don’t want us to. We are just glad that you decided to join us. Your ass truly is amazing.” “Well honestly, even if you guys weren’t bigger, you definitely fucked me better than Xavier did. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed it, but it was more soft and sensual. You guys fucked me like I was a whore and just a hole for you to get off in. I don’t know why, but that just turns me on like crazy.” “Oh it’s ok buddy! And you can tell us anything or ask us to try anything. We are definitely open and cool with exploring and letting you explore your deepest desires. As long as we get to breed that hot white boy pussy, we will do whatever you want to do and try. We love sharing a hot guy and making him feel so good. So, are you ready to try some “G” and get fucked even harder?” I asked. Ty pushed up on his arms and propped up his chest from the bed while looking into my eyes, and said, “You bet your ass I do. I never knew I could feel this good. And if G is anything like what we were just smoking, I have a feeling I’m going to be nothing but the biggest slut in the city. And I can’t wait!” Javi looked at me, laughed, and said, “I think we may have created a monster, Tre.” ************* Sorry for the delay guys, but work has been crazy. I hope you like this chapter. I'm always open for ideas on how you want the story to go. I am already working on the next chapter and hopefully will have it posted in the next few days. But, feel free to share your comments and ideas. Thanks to those who have already given feedback. I appreciate all the ideas and kind words.

This is quite true. Given that I am intensely political, and find it difficult to forgive stupidity, there was a neighbor in the next block that repelled me to the enth degree. I didn't like anything about him. Braying, loudmouthed, uncouth, ill-mannered, entitlement all wrapped up on one asshole (no, I don't mean that asshole) and he seemed to like offending others. But. There was something about him that I couldn't put my finger on. It wasn't quite physical attraction, but he was decent looking. It wasn't any kind of rapprochement - the dislike was definitely mutual. Then, one off-night, I was over at RR, and saw him getting fucked over by the pool table - and my Cock almost tore itself out of my jeans when I meandered over there. Of course I fucked him - breathed in his scent - and despite everything, fucked him full. I'm not sure he even knew it was me, but it was deeply satisfying, and I'd do it again.

Returning to the same shop this week for another deep massage. The mammasan sent me a message that she now has a new total top working. He is married, 8 inches and uninhibited about rimming and breeding.

This reminds me of a massage I got several years ago. Not in Thailand, but in Utah of all places. After he had massaged all of my back and had me oiled up, he stripped his t-shirt and shorts off and climbed up on the massage table. He used his entire body to rub all over my back. He slid his hard cock between my ass cheeks and dry humped my ass. I was grinding my ass against his hard cock. He very smoothly slid to where his cockhead was at my hole. He slid it slowly into me and fucked me hard and deep until he shot into me. Then he climbed off, walked to my head and I cleaned off his cock with my mouth. Then he had me flip over and finished the massage by sucking me off. Damn! It was hot because I was not expecting the fuck. I wasn't expecting anything more than maybe a rim and bj at the most.

This story is a continuation of the one found here. “Kurt, I think I’m sick.” I called him that afternoon, as I was starting to feel gross at work. Achy. And my skin kind of hurt, which was a sure sign I was running a temperature. “Oh baby, I’m sorry!” he said, barely masking the giddiness in his voice. “And do you mean ‘sick’ sick? Like, do you think it’s the, um, you know… Flu?” I smirked a bit at this as I pictured how excited he probably looked at that very moment. “Yeah, stud. I think this is it.” “Awwww. You head home, and I’ll leave work early and take care of you. Gotta take care of my honeyhole!” “Yeah yeah. You say the sweetest things. See you later. I’ll probably be napping.” I hung up. I really did feel like hammered shit, which is exactly what I told my boss before heading home for the day. And by ‘home’ I mean Kurt’s place- which I guess technically was my place too, as I’d basically moved in almost immediately after our first weekend together. It was basically a done deal the instant we kissed in my car. And the fuck he threw me on Labor Day weekend sealed the deal. That first fuckfest saw him breeding me 4 times over a span of 6 hours and basically ruining my insides from all angles. The next morning, I shat so much cum (and a fair bit of blood) that I actually called him to the bathroom to witness his handiwork. Naturally, that turned him on and led to another round of me being used randily before breakfast. I had to beg him for prep time! With a fresh load of his DNA in me, we sat down to a breakfast of eggs and coffee, which he had thoughtfully prepared for us while I showered. And that’s where we said the “L” word to each other for the first time. We were sitting at his small breakfast table, eating in silence, bathed in bright morning sunlight. He looked so fucking hot in just his loose pajama bottoms with his hair all mussed up. He caught me staring and with his mouth still full said “Whut?” And I just shrugged and said, “Nothing. Just… I love you, is all.” That was the first time I’d officially said it to anybody. I was always worried that I would have to fake it, or just always do the “I love you too” thing. But no. This was easy. And I meant it completely. He beamed at me and then his face crumpled a little as he got a little emotional. “Wow. That is… just, so good to hear because… because I love YOU. I knew when you kissed me in your car after I bawled like a little bitch.” “I knew I loved you when you said ‘As you wish’ to me.” “Well, I knew I was into you when you yelled at me at the sex party. I was angry, ashamed, and sad all at the same time, which nobody has made me feel since Bo. So there were definite… feelings… there.” “Well, I knew I was hopelessly infatuated when you ‘mean girled’ me at the bar. Anyone able to eviscerate me with a mere look like that? Big feelings.” He chuckled and pointed his fork at me. “Oh, so is this a competition on who was into whom first now?” “Everything is a competition, bucko—and from where I’m sitting?” I gave him a long, slow, up and down appraisal. “I definitely won the big *cough* prize.” “It’s kind of amazing you’re able to sit at all, actually,” he said flippantly. And we laughed. The rest of Labor Day was spent talking and fucking, and ordering pizza as new couples do. Eventually I had to tap out, as my ass was raw and ruined and I was starting to fear that everything on the inside of me may just accidentally end up on the outside if I stood up quickly. But let me tell you. It was so fucking hot to take a nap with his cock lodged inside and his arms wrapped around me. I felt so taken care of that I completely zonked for like 2 hours. Until I awoke to his stiffening dick poking my spleen. Again. Eventually I drove him back to pick up his car which we had left at Tom’s house. We went our separate ways (briefly) so I could pick up some clothes and toiletries and meet him back at his. From there, Kurt and I rapidly settled into coupledom. Most of our meals were spent together. TV and movies on the couch. Sleeping together. Fucking. Kurt even got a family membership at his gym so we could work out together. It was all so disgustingly domestic and I loved it. Since Kurt’s condo was infinitely nicer than my shithole apartment, it naturally became our home base. I already had part of a closet and some drawers. All my valuables had been transferred over, and other than some occasional trips to show my neighbors what good gay sex sounded like or to pick up random items, I’d been at “our place” ever since. Which is where I found myself now, shivering, and under blankets on the couch. I took some ibuprofen, drank some juice, and curled up to watch some shitty daytime TV. The next thing I remember is feeling his lips (and stubble) on my forehead. “Hey babe, how you feeling?” he asked quietly. “Pretty meh,” I mustered. “Yeah, I remember what it was like. You’re most likely seroconverting now, and your body is gonna feel it.” “Maybe it’s just a cold. There’s been a lot of crap going around,” I offered, mainly to rile him up a little. “Are you suggesting that I’m not as fertile as I claimed to be?” he said in mock frustration. “Well, I dunno. It’s been almost two months with near daily breedings. Maybe your swimmers just can’t get me pregnant?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “You fucker,” he growled. “You’re gonna regret that.” * * I was feeling a touch better later that evening, after some soup and a long nap. I woke up on the couch, and Kurt was sitting in the chair across from me, naked, and watching me sleep. He was also slowly jacking that enormous meat of his. “Wakey, Wakey… time for snakey,” he sing-songed. I rolled my eyes. “Are you serious, coming at me with that? I’m tired and feeling gross. I probably have just enough energy to get in bed.” “Oh, we’re getting in bed alright,” he stated. “That’s where I’m going to fuck you. It’s been two days and I need to empty these nuts.” “Stud, I don’t know if I….” I started. He cut me off. “This isn’t a request. I AM going to fuck you. You’re converting. You know it. I know it. And I want to put one more fat, poz load in your guts to seal the deal.” His amber eyes had that dark glitter about them, so I knew he was in full sex mode at this point and would not be dissuaded. So I hauled my ass off the couch, popped 3 more ibuprofen, and headed to the bathroom to prepare myself. When I walked into the bedroom, I was expecting that porn would be going, and the sling to be up and ready. But no. Soft music was playing and the room was lit by several electric candles scattered about to give the space ambiance. He was standing next to the bed, all shy looking. In the center of the bed was a towel with a single red rose on it. Naturally the lube and poppers were handy too. “What’s all this?” I asked, confused. “This will be our anniversary, so I wanted it to be special,” he said kind of sheepishly. “I thought our anniversary was the day before labor day... When we first got together?” “Well, that’s one anniversary, yeah,” he said. “But tonight will be the anniversary of when we become joined by a bond that can’t be broken and you become mine forever.” Even in my not-feeling-so-great state, hearing him talk like this was doing it for me. I felt myself boning up and feeling that need for seed. I walked over to where he stood and looked up at him expectantly. He kissed me then, and just like it had done since the very beginning, it electrified my senses. “Tonight is all about you, babe,” he said. And he proceeded to kiss down my body, slowly. And then he engulfed my swollen dick with his mouth. This was a bit of a different side of Kurt, and I wasn’t sure where it was all going. I mean, I was most comfortable in the roll of “bottom cumdump”. I get off on guys just using me selfishly for their pleasure. Being used as a hole is what turns ME on most- the more degrading the better. A guy just using me as a human fleshlight will make my toes curl every time, and if he verbally degrades me during I’ll most likely cum no handed. So having Kurt be the attentive one was definitely throwing me off a little, but I decided to go with it. After sucking me a good long while, he slowly spun me around, bent me over the bed, and started eating my ass. This was also something he rarely did- as it was typically my job to eat his. But I fucking love being rimmed, and his stubble and stache grating against my hole were lighting me up like a Christmas tree. Pretty soon I was begging for his dick to be inside me. I got pretty insistent about it, which earned a huff of a laugh into my twitching butthole. “Ok, buckaroo, I can see what you need,” he smiled as I crawled to the middle of the bed. I smelled the rose before flinging it to a nightstand. “Woses… how owdinawy,” I said, doing my best Madeline Kahn. He genuinely laughed at this and favored me with one of his megawatt smiles. “You are so fucking corny- I love you.” “I know,” I said with a smirk. “It WAS a red rose after all.” “Yes. Red. For Love… and blood,” he growled, his eyes hooded and gleaming. “I need your dick in my mouth. Now,” I commanded. I figured if this was all about me tonight, I was gonna be a bossy bottom. “As you wish,” he quipped, as he maneuvered himself to present his massive tool for my enjoyment. Kurt’s cock really was just about the biggest I’d ever seen. I may have sucked a couple bigger ones in my day (some longer, some thicker) but his was definitely at the farthest end of the bell curve. It was like a true 9, and also very girthy. Straight and hard, with a darker, ruddy flared head on it. The shaft was almost the same thickness for the entire length- like a thicker can of red bull. But there was a magic spot about an inch and a half down from the head, where the shaft bulged ever so slightly thicker. This is what made his cock special. The way that thicker portion tugged out on my hole when fucking me, or feeling it just push past my second ring… fuck. It was absolute heaven in flesh form. I worshipped his meat with my mouth as best I could. I’ll fully admit, I’m a terrible cock sucker. I do it, but mainly just to get the cock wet for my ass. I have a terrible gag reflex and my jaw and neck always get tired doing it. But feeling his cockhead lodging in my throat definitely got my engine revving. Taking additional advantage of the “it’s all about me” night, I decided that I was going to ride his cock for something new. I know, right? Sex for two months, and I hadn’t ridden his cock yet? Outlandish! But yeah, we never had. I’m a big fan of doggy and/or sling fucks (again—I like being used) and Kurt was only too happy to oblige me in this regard as he was definitely an alpha top ass-user. I mean, I’d been on my back on the bed a bit, and on my side and stomach. But it was all where Kurt was in control of it all. I pulled my mouth off his cock, grabbed the lube, and started slathering his cock (and my hole) while he lay there, his hands still behind his head. He made a move to get up and I shook my head and pushed him back down gently. He looked at me quizzically, but quickly cottoned on when I started moving up to straddle him. “Well, this is… different,” he said, a bit unsure. “All about me, remember big guy?” I said as I positioned his head at my hole. I took a big hit of poppers and got ready. “As you… OH!” he said, as I slammed myself all the way down on his dick. It hurt. My god it hurt like hell to do it like that! And his head was wedged up against my second ring which was DEFINITELY not open yet. But I wanted it to hurt. I also wanted to show him I could take him and take my pleasure from him. I paused with him in me, my eyes squeezed shut in a grimace, sweat beading on my forehead. “Jesus, bud, you ok?” He said with some genuine concern. “This is our anniversary, so we better make this count.” I gritted out. I hit the spray poppers next, and slowly started to fuck myself on his prong. By about the third stroke, I was able to pop him into my second ring, and I left it there for a minute as I milked him with my hole. He growled in appreciation as I knew he would, and I bent down to kiss him. I loved kissing him as I was fully impaled on him! We fucked like this for awhile. I was getting quite the leg and hip workout riding up and down for that full length. He was assisting me by having his meaty hands at my hips, helping to lift me up and pulling me down. Occasionally he would reach up to flick my nipples, knowing this would send my hole into a milking frenzy on his dick. He could sense I was getting tired though, so eventually he pulled me down to a kiss, and then slowly worked me onto my back. It was time for me to be used, and I started to tell him so. “Sir, I need….” He loved it when I called him Sir. “Shhhhh,” he interrupted me. “I know. Don’t you think I know what you need by now?” He moved the pillow from behind my head and spread my legs a bit. He cupped his hands at my knee pits so he could push my legs down and out. And then he started to drill my hole. Hard. I was in full fuckpig mode at this point, so there was nothing but pleasure for me in his wrecking my cunt. His cock was making the heavens open up when he went deep, and the tug on my hole was tingling all my nerve endings. And all that meat in between was like a Mack truck driving across my prostate. He was going to force my load out no-handed again… it was just a matter of time. I just hope I could hold out as long as him. Eventually he got my knees up on his shoulders so he could really piston into me with his full weight. I cupped my hands around the back of his neck so I could stare at him as he wrung his pleasure from me. “Cum in me, sir. Please. Please, sir,” I begged. “I’m getting so close, bud. Gonna knock up that sweet ass of yours once and for all,” he grunted. “Gonna make you mine. You’re gonna be mine forever after this.” He was really fucking me with everything he had now. I could feel his cock getting that little extra bit harder that he did right before he came. I knew all of his tells now. I waited until I could see the orgasm in his eyes. “Until death do us part,” I whispered. With a loud “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” he unleashed his toxic seed deep inside me. He made sure to plant his cock all the way to the hilt so I could feel his head pulsing up past my second ring because he knew I liked that the best. When his orgasm subsided, he noticed I hadn’t cum yet. So without me having to ask, he got his hands in my knee pits again, and started fucking me slowly with his still hard cock. He stared at me intently as he did this. Then he started his verbal assault. “You liked that, didn’t you, you fuckin pig? You liked me leaving a fucking cumload deep in that cunt of yours? That filthy fucking pig cunt? You’re just a fuckin hole to me, you know that? I just say all the love crap to keep you hot for my dick. You’re nothing but a fucking cum receptacle. A hole. A cock socket. You exist to get my dick off. And guess what, you stupid fucker? I’m POZ! You just got filled with a dirty fuckin load. I’m grinding that toxic seed into your ass walls. Hope you like getting pozzed up you stupid fucking….” “UGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” I cried, as my first volley of cum spattered my chest and chin. Several more spurts came afterward, as I unloaded my balls everywhere. He kept fucking me slowly to push out every drop. I shook with ecstasy every time his cock pushed deep. He buried himself in me, and then started playing with my nipples. It was almost more than I could bear and my asshole danced like mad on his dick. “Fuck, you’re gonna milk out another one!” he warned. Without pulling out, he worked me onto my hands and knees, and started throwing the dick to me again. Hard and fast. As I had already cum, I was kind of in “exit only” mode, but I also knew I wanted to get him off again. So I hit the poppers hard and let him have me. I do my best bottoming work doggy, and have been known to pull the load out of a guy with my ass skills. So I set to working and milking and gripping my hole on him, all while throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts. It was not long before I was treated to a long, guttural grunt and the quick throb of his cock inside me, signaling that I had just done my job successfully yet again. This time, when he was finished, he pulled out slowly and then smacked his wet dick on my ass. We collapsed in a heap on the bed. As we cuddled later, and as I was starting to drift off, he said, “You know I didn’t really mean that bit about…” “Shhhh,” I interrupted. “Being in love means never having to say you’re sorry for things said to get your cock socket to cum no handed.” “Dork,” he chuckled. * * About a week later when I was basically back to feeling like myself, Kurt suggested that it might be time for me to get to the doctor. “Just to confirm our suspicions, you know. For the sake of science,” he said. “You just want to know if your track record is still intact, you sick fuck,” I said jokingly. “I’ll call and set up something for next week or so.” “Keep me posted,” he hummed happily. I was masking my feelings pretty well around Kurt and I kept up my typical jovial banter, but inwardly I was concerned. Concerned and worried and nervous and scared and a whole lot of other emotions. Ok, so maybe I had technically been ‘bug chasing’ in a matter of speaking, but it wasn’t really about that. It was more about getting Kurt, not about getting sick. He just happened get off on pozzing guys, so that was the tradeoff I decided to make. And it was indeed my decision, one which I fully embraced. I chose to let him breed me that first time, to give him what he wanted. I could have done the day after treatment, but I chose not to. And I also chose—repeatedly—to let him try to convert me through almost daily breeding sessions. But now, after having a week of fever and chills, it suddenly became real. Like REAL real. Like “what have I done” real. Was it worth it? Was Kurt worth it? What would happen next? I found myself worrying about healthcare for the first time in my life. And job security. And HIV stigma. And medication cost. And side effects. And sickness. I knew I needed to find out early in order to get started on a pill regimen if I was positive, but I didn’t want to take that first step yet. But the ‘what happens next’ question also applied to other aspects of my life moving forward. And would I be moving forward with Kurt. Was there even an ‘us’? I know Kurt said he wanted to convert me so that we could be together forever, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was really serious about that. And all this is what paralyzed me and kept me from setting up a doctor’s appointment. These thoughts were consuming my brain every minute of the day and causing me to spiral down the rabbit hole of unknowns. I was unfocused at work and I wasn’t sleeping well. And I was really starting to get depressed. At home, I was becoming quiet and lethargic. I was even starting to beg off going to the gym with Kurt (which I normally enjoyed). I mean, who wouldn’t want to go watch their boyfriend in tight gym clothes, lifting weights, getting all sweaty and making other boys drool? Anyway, I managed to keep Kurt at bay for an additional two weeks or so, with flimsy excuses as to why I hadn’t gone to the doctor yet. I was tired. I had to work. The holidays had me down. There weren’t any appointments before Thanksgiving. Let’s wait till December between the holidays. Finally, Kurt started losing his patience with me. “Dude, you need to get tested,” he grumbled. “Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” I laughed, while gesturing to myself. I was desperately trying to deflect where this conversation was headed. “C’mon. We need to know. YOU need to know. You aren’t scared about it or anything, are you?” he goaded. “No, I’m not scared,” I lied. “Then why haven’t gone in? It’s seriously like 10 minutes and done. Easy peasy.” “There just hasn’t been a good time for me,” I said weakly. Kurt gave me ‘the look’ over the tops of his gold frame 70’s aviator frame glasses that made him look like a porn star. “Do it. Before this weekend.” “Oh Yes SIR,” I saluted. As much as he liked me calling him Sir, he did NOT like it when I used it sarcastically. This earned me an exasperated sigh and a ‘time out’ until dinner. And as you can probably guess, the end of the week rolled around and I still hadn’t gotten tested. Kurt had actually been good and not brought up the subject since our little spat earlier in the week. He also let me mope about without peppering me with more questions. I figured he was finally giving me space, which was nice of him. And he definitely had NOT withheld on the sex, thank God, although the volume was way down, which added to my fears, as Kurt basically needed sex daily. Still, I’d been pretty quiet and introspective all week and it didn’t go unnoticed. When I got home on Friday, I found him waiting for me expectantly. “Get changed, Eyore. I’m taking you out on a date,” he said. Perhaps this is what I needed to help get my mind off things. So, I did as I was instructed and got ready. As I was choosing what to wear I called out, “Where are we going?” “Nowhere fancy, just the usual. But wear the 501’s. I wanna show off my boyfriend’s hot ass.” Oh yes sir, I thought and smiled for the first time all week. We hopped in his car, and he reached over and held my hand as we drove. We listened to music and I just let him drive and was happy. But then I noticed we were not exactly going to our typical restaurant areas. “Babe, where exactly are we going?” I said, as I started to get alarmed. “Um… ok. Don’t be mad,” he started. “Hearing the words ‘don’t be mad’ is basically a surefire way to make me mad. What did you do?” I clapped back. “I made us an appointment at my doctor,” he came clean. Suddenly I felt like a dog that had been promised a car ride only to discover it was a trip to the Vet. “Jesus, you’re unbelievable!” I spat. “I just KNEW you wouldn’t do it yourself, so I’m making it happen. We’re doing this and getting it over with. My doctor is very cool and supportive and it’ll be painless. And I’m going with you to be there for you, no matter what,” he stated loudly and with finality. I sulked in the seat next to him with my arms crossed and refused to look at him. I know I was being a petulant child about it all, but I don’t think I can accurately describe just how much my stomach was in knots at that moment. My guts basically turned to liquid and I nearly started hyperventilating as it felt like we were speeding along to my execution. We rolled up to his doctor’s office, where we were obviously the last appointment of the day as the lot was basically empty. The doctor greeted us the moment we were in the door. “Hey, I was almost beginning to give up on you guys,” he said congenially as he hugged Kurt. “Hi, I’m Doctor Stone, but you can call me Doc. Most everyone does.” He shook my hand. Kurt had a very good relationship with his doctor all things considered, which is how he wangled this appointment even without me being a patient. At least not yet. Doctor Stone was gay and about 60, and admittedly a stone-cold fox. He had silver hair and a full beard, and was definitely rocking a great body beneath a very snug smock. Kurt told me that he frequently participated in triathelons and he had even been a Mr. Leather a couple years prior. The good doctor even took 3rd overall at IML—which I could totally see after meeting him in person. And while I don’t think the doc knew ALL of Kurt’s… proclivities… he definitely appeared to have his finger on the pulse of the gay community, specifically the leather/kink community. Having a hot, built, gay, leatherdaddy doctor though was not necessarily going to make this any easier for me. If anything, I was now also feeling shame and embarrassment on top of my fears. “Where’s your staff?” I asked. “Oh, they’ve left for the day. For what you’re here for, I can do all the work—if that’s ok,” he said earnestly. I nodded. “Kurt, why don’t you wait here for us, and I’ll just take him on back. We’ll get you when we’re done,” the Doc said. So Kurt sat down in the waiting room, and started playing on his phone. I followed the Doc back, butterflies jackhammering in my guts. We got back to the exam room and he sat me down. He sat down too, smiled warmly, and he took my hand. “I want you to know that no matter what the results, it’s going to be ok. YOU are going to be ok. You know that, right?” he patted my hand comfortingly. “This is just knowledge, and knowledge is power.” I nodded and swallowed thickly. “So, do you know if you’ve been exposed to HIV?” he asked, even though I was pretty sure he knew the answer. “Yes,” I answered quietly. “I mean, yes I know I’ve been exposed.” He nodded. “And, do you think you might be HIV positive?” he enquired. “Yes,” I answered again. “Why do you think that?” “Well, Doc. I got pretty sick with kind of a flu-like illness about a month ago. And I’d been, um, having lots of unprotected sex before that.” And while I was deliberately obtuse about exactly with whom I’d been having the sex, I was pretty sure the good Doctor knew. The Doc nodded. “Ok then. I’m going to do two tests—one is the quick oral swab test. The other will be the blood antibody test. I’ll go ahead and draw the blood, as I can get that test going as the confirmatory sample.” And then the Doc set about to work. He swabbed my mouth and found a good vein and drew some blood. When he was done, he stood up. “Now I’m going to process these—it won’t take long. Just wait here. And remember what I said. Everything is going to be ok, kiddo.” And with a wink and a warm smile, he left me to wait. * * After what felt like an eternity, the Doctor came back in. I tried to read his face, but couldn’t. My guess is that he’d learned to school his expression after doing hundreds of these tests. He sat down across from me again. I almost couldn’t breathe. “Your oral test came back positive for HIV,” he stated. “Oof, way to pull that bandaid right off, Doc,” I said, a warm dizziness rushing over me. “The second test will confirm it shortly, but I wanted to start preparing you for the outcome. How are you feeling at this moment?” He asked with care in his eyes. “I… don’t know? A little shocked and sad maybe? Although if I’m being honest, I’m not surprised given my recent behavior. I think deep down I knew that was always going to be the outcome. But I don’t think I’m fully grasping the reality of it all yet. But I mean, I’m not gonna burst into tears or off myself anything, if that’s what you were getting at.” The Doctor smiled good-naturedly. “That was a good answer. I know it’s a lot to take in, even if you had a sneaky feeling you might be HIV positive. And even if you may have… deliberately… been acting in a manner contrary to being safe. It’s always a bit of a shock to hear the words spoken aloud. I mean, I still remember when I got my diagnosis 20 years ago.” “Wait. You’re poz?” I asked, somewhat startled. “I am. It’s very well managed, as it has been for two decades. I’m undetectable and very healthy. Just as you can be once on meds. Like I said, kiddo, you will be just fine regardless.” “It seems weird that a gay Doctor of your… generation… who treats gay men is HIV positive, given all your expertise and training and the AIDS crisis and stuff,” I said. He looked at me deeply. “I may be a Doctor, but I’m human too. I think people tend to forget that last part. And I’m a gay human, with very strong sexual urges and questionable decision-making skills in certain scenarios. Much like you, I’d wager. Honestly though, I choose to view myself as lucky. I’m healthy, and I feel that being positive gives me a better understanding of what it all means, so that I can treat my patients with empathy a greater level of care. I can also draw on my own sexual history in order to be non-judgmental. My goal is to be there for my patients. To listen and be a good medical provider. So, a guy can tell me he’s a barebacking cumslut who gets off on taking dirty loads, and it doesn’t phase me one bit.” He was looking at me intently as he said this last bit. I blushed strongly at his words. “Well, as you may have guessed I’m not exactly an angel…” I said. “Been there, done that, got charged and have the receipts,” he chuckled. And instantly I was more at ease and the knot in my guts started to relax a bit. “I’m going to go check your other test and I’ll be right back.” And he was off again. The Doc came back a few minutes later and it was confirmed. I was now officially HIV+. It still didn’t quite feel real to me, and my head was swimming a bit, but I also felt lighter than I had in months. Like a weight had been lifted. The doc and I chatted a bit more and he offered me his services as a primary physician. I told him I’d like that very much. He told me to call soon to set up an appointment when I was ready where we could discuss treatment options. The good Doctor walked me back out front. As soon as we stepped into the waiting room, Kent was on his feet, looking at me expectantly. I decided to be a bit mean. “Down boy, it was a false alarm,” I said with a smile. The look on Kurt’s face was priceless. He tried to smile and not show his bitter disappointment, and he failed miserably at both. I knew I was going to let him off the hook eventually, but not just yet. And not here in front of his doctor. “Thanks, Doc for taking this extra time out of a Friday for me,” I said genuinely. “Any time,” he said. “Now you two have a fun evening. Oh, need any condoms? They’re free.” He grabbed a basket off the reception desk and waived them at us. I took one to be nice, and the Doc winked at me conspiratorially. “And Kurt- it’s about time you visited for a checkup, don’t you think?” Kurt promised to visit in the next few weeks. They hugged goodbye, and the doc whispered something to him. Kurt nodded sheepishly. Then he grabbed my hand as we headed out. * * After the Doctor’s visit, he took me to my favorite place- Tres Gattos. A little dive Mexican cantina off the beaten path that had killer margs, damn good queso and burritos the size of your head. We sat in the booth and ordered our usual, and I found Kurt to be a bit quieter than normal. “What’s up, Buttercup?” I asked, wanting to watch him squirm a bit longer. “Oh, nothing,” he said sullenly. “Dude, cut the crap. You’re upset about something. What is it? You upset I’m still neg?” “Um, Yeah, actually. And I feel bad for feeling upset about it, ok? I should be glad you’re still ok. But damnit, I was SO sure you were gonna be! I was positive we had an anniversary to celebrate, pun intended. I… I even had a gift ready for you,” he said, eyes downcast. “You’ve been ‘gifting’ me for awhile now, stud,” I quipped. I thought for sure he’d chuckle at my “gift” joke. Instead he just sighed and looked at me like a sad puppy. “Can I ask what the gift is?” I said hopefully. Quietly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. A fucking RING box. And if THAT didn’t just make me feel like the prize asshole of the century. “Duuuuuude,” I exhaled. “Whutdafuk is that?” “Go ahead… open it,” he said glumly. I opened it slowly, and my heart kind of stuttered a bit. Inside was a Claddagh ring. Gold. I just sat there with the open box in my hand, starting at it. “There’s an inscription, too,” he said. I picked it up, and inside the band it said: Forever mine, 11/5/18. Our anniversary date. The supposed date of my conversion. I put the ring back in the box, closed it, and set it on the table. Jesus he was going to be mad. “Ok, so don’t be mad…” I started. His eyes snapped up to mine. “When you say “don’t be mad” that’s a surefire way to make me mad,” he said dangerously. “Um… so, back at the Doc’s office? I may have, um… fibbed… a little? About my diagnosis? Kind of?” He stared at me blankly, his jaw slack. “Because I am. Um. Positive.” “You’re positive,” he said flatly. “Yes. I’m quite positive that I’m… positive. So… surprise?” I said through a toothy, tight smile. He looked at me for probably a good 10 seconds before “Why the fuck would you DO that?” Yeah, he was kinda pissed. “Oh, I don’t know,” I whispered hotly. “Maybe because my boyfriend hijacked me to a doctor’s appointment after promising a date night?” “Dude! I cannot even. Just… dude.” He said shaking his head. “I thought you’d be happier to hear that we’re pregnant,” I said with a sigh. Kurt just gave me his ‘over-the-glasses’ look again, appraising me quietly. (He was wearing his glasses more now, because he knew how the gold frames highlighted his honey-amber eyes, and how much the 70’s porn stud look turned me on). Even pissed at me, he was so goddamn sexy. He was not going to make this easy. “Here. Let’s do this again,” I said as I slid the ring back across the table. “It’s really very nice and very sweet. I promise to act surprised when you give it to me. Here, take it.” He snatched up the ring box and stashed it in his pocket again. “Nope. I don’t think I want to give it to you now,” he said with a sniff. “I better get that ring. Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” he said pointing to his crotch. A small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. “Oh I know,” he said smugly as he popped a chip in his mouth. We locked eyes over the table, and I could tell that he wasn’t pissed at me anymore. He was now just toying with me, because he could. And because he knew that I secretly liked verbal sparring very much. His eyes were dark and glittery again, and I could read his mind like it was a large print book. “Guess I’m just gonna have to make it up to you somehow,” I said with as much wicked innuendo as I could muster. I downed my margarita in about 3 gulps and then very slowly licked the salt off the rim. His eyes were glued to my tongue the entire time. Then I stood up and announced that I needed to go to the bathroom. As I got out of the booth, I made a show of dropping my wallet accidentally, and bent over slowly to retrieve it. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze boring a hole through my 501’s. Because I know Kurt and what date night can mean, I prepped my ass as part of getting dressed for our date. I also brought a small bottle of lube, because you just never know when or where we may go at it hammer and tongs. Which made our sex life all the more exciting. The men’s room at Tres Gattos was just about what you’d expect. Terra cotta tile floor, cheap Mexican tile on the walls. It was a two-holer, a urinal and a toilet, both just open, and a small counter with a sink. It was definitely not the cleanest bathroom, and there was always a stale beer piss smell in the air. And naturally there was also a lock on the door. We had made use of this lock before. I had my pants dropped to my ankles while I stood at the urinal, my ass lubed for him. I actually did have to piss, so I was just finishing that as he came in. I didn’t flush. I just stood and waited as he locked the door. “I told Jorge we’d be back to the table in a few and to keep our food warm for us,” Kurt whispered as he came up behind. Jorge was our favorite cute, gay waiter with whom we loved to flirt. I think Jorge had a little thing for me, which made Kurt a wee bit jealous. Which I loved. Jorge also knew what was up, so he took good care of us. And we tipped generously. “Now about that ring,” I said as I lubed up Kurt’s dick. Kurt really gets off on public sex, of course. Hell, the first time I met him he was knocking up a guy in a bathroom at our local gay bar! When we’re at home, he takes his sweet time in cumming. He can almost go indefinitely, but he’s good about sensing when I am almost about out of patience for the load. Now, the nice thing for me with the public sex is that Kurt cums fairly easily. He knows we have to be expeditious with it, so it’s all about the hot, dirty, pump n dump scene. I figured I could get a quick load from him this time, especially with the ace up my sleeve. I arched my back and leaned my chest forward to the urinal. I could smell the rank piss which admittedly was turning me on as his huge cockhead pushed into me. I worked my ass on him as we worked him in past the thick part. He grabbed my hips and started in with quick, shallow thrusts. It was all I could do to relax without my usual poppers, but the scene was turning me on too. I definitely liked knowing I could flash my ass and get him to breed me anytime, anywhere. I started to work my hole on his cock, and he snarled appreciatively. Mindful of Jorge and our food, I decided to play my ace. “I guess you did it after all,” I said. “Did what?” he grunted. “You finally knocked me up. Those poz swimmers of yours finally took. Yeah, fuck my newly poz cunt, sir. YOU did that. It’s yours. You put your stamp in it, and now I’m toxic too! That dirty fucking DNA is in me forever now. Yeah, sir! Add to my viral load! Do it! Give this cumdump another fithy fuckload!” “Ugggghhhh!” he grunted quietly as his dick started throbbing inside me. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he whispered, his forehead resting against me as he parked his dick and emptied himself. Now, one of the best things about the pump n dump stand up sex with Kurt is that he’s NOT all the way up in my colon when he cums. Don’t get me wrong, I LIVE for that. But I also like this. Here he’s only about halfway in with his dick, so I really feel the spurts of his load. I also tend to feel really greasy-wet and full afterward. It’s hot as hell. It’s also a crapshoot (pun intended) to see if I can keep it all in me, or if it starts to leak out. Once he was spent, he pulled out and a bit of his load leaked out and started to run down the back of my thigh. I scooped it up, and fingered it back into my hole. He grabbed a wet paper towel and tossed it to me, and then he grabbed another and cleaned himself off. We then made ourselves presentable, washed up, and headed back to the table where Jorge had left us two fresh margaritas. I sat in the booth with a satiated smile on my face. I kept staring at Kurt, and he kept staring right back at me, half smiling. “I don’t know if that quite makes up for things,” he said, “but here. For you.” He pulled out the ring box again and slid it across the table. “For ME? Well I DECLARE!” I drawled while blinking rapidly and fanning myself. He laughed and groaned simultaneously. “Oh Jesus, just try the stupid thing on already.” I took it out of the box, smiled, and handed it to him. “If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it,” I sang quietly, as I flourished my hand. He slid it on my right ring finger- the heart facing me, not outward, to show that my heart was taken. And it fit perfectly, and I stared at it appreciatively. “Where’s yours?” I asked. “One cannot buy a claddagh ring for oneself, it’s bad luck,” he said dismissively as if everyone knew this. “So I guess you’ll be expecting a blowjob later,” I grimaced. “Blowies for jewelry is an age old understanding between men and their bitches,” he smiled. “Careful there,” I cautioned. And he flashed me his big, dimpled smile, knowing I would swoon. It completely worked, the bastard. Jorge came back then with our food then. He smiled knowingly and asked if we had washed up and if he needed to perhaps tidy up the men’s room? We assured him that we left it just fine. He joked that perhaps he should put a camera in there, just to make sure the customers were being safe. “Oh, we’re never safe,” we told him in unison. I then mentioned that I was ‘embarazada’ now, and how he blushed at that! But I also saw a distinct, hefty tenting in his black trousers, as he left us to our meals. “If you keep being mean to me, I can always give Jorge my ass,” I suggested. Kurt growled. “Not if he knows what’s good for him. There’s a ring on that shit. It’s MINE now.” I laughed and we finished our meals and hand another margarita apiece. Jorge was lovely and I enjoyed making him blush a couple more times. We made sure to leave an even larger tip than usual before heading home. * * Later that night in bed, I played with the ring on my finger and my mind was whirring a million miles an hour. I was too keyed up to sleep. Kurt was spooning me (I was almost always little spoon) and I guess he picked up on my restlessness. He shifted and rested his head right up at my neck. “What’s going on, bud?” he asked quietly. “Nothing. Just can’t sleep. Probably the burrito baby kicking,” I lied. I just didn’t think I was ready to unload all my crazy thoughts onto him. “Mmm-hmmm,” he said and he squeezed me a bit tighter. He let me stew and simmer a bit longer before he spoke again. “We haven’t talked about it yet. You testing positive, I mean. I guess we cleverly distracted ourselves with sex when we got home. But I know it has to be weighing heavily on you. It’s weighing on me too. So… talk to me, Goose. What’s going on in that delightfully chaotic brain of yours.” I lay quietly as I tried to decide what I wanted to say that wouldn’t freak him out. I eventually decided to downplay it a bit. “I’m just… processing it all. You know? Wondering what happens next. Where my life goes from here. What it all means. Just tiny, insignificant shit like that.” “Baby, your life isn’t going to change that much- trust me. You are going to be fine. And I’m going to be right here with you through thick and thin,” He said confidently. “Will you, though?” I pondered aloud. Which as soon as it left my mouth I knew to be a mistake. “What do you mean by that?” Kurt asked, a slight edge in his voice. I scooched away from him and took a deep breath before speaking into the darkness. “Are you happy? Happy that I’m positive and that you are the one infected me?” I asked in a soft voice. He was quiet for a minute before answering. “Maybe… yes? Kind of? But I’m sad, too. Or melancholy about it. And scared, too a bit. It’s a whole mixture of things. I’m sure the Germans have some sort of compound word for it.” “What happens now that you knocked me up?” I said. “What do you mean “what happens now”? “I mean, what happens to me? To us?” “We live happily ever after?” he suggested. “I’m serious, Kurt,” I said, moving myself to the edge of the bed in self-imposed isolation. “I dunno. I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking me.” Oh god. There was a leak in the dyke and everything was starting to pour out of me, unchecked. “Like, because the chase is done, what happens to me now? What’s to become of me? I mean, what’s the point of fucking me anymore because I already caught the bug, right? Am I some sort of “pig”malion that you dump back in the gutter so you can find another negative conquest to dickmatize and infect?” “Whoa whoa whoa! DickmaWHAT? Where’s this coming from?” he said alarmed. I was still turned away from him in the dark and my agitation level had risen dramatically now. I spoke the fears in my heart into the darkness. “Kurt, I don’t know what you can possibly see in me now. The one thing I had to offer you, my negative virginity, is gone. Kaput. So what’s my value to you? Certainly it’s not my hole, as you can find one of those anywhere. And I’m just a stupid boy with a stupid crush who was stupid enough to let you infect me and now I’m going to be dumped and nobody will date me because I’m tainted goods so I’ll be doomed to spend the rest of my life alone and I’ll die one of those big city deaths where nobody knows I’m gone until the stench drifts into the hallway.” I was almost hyperventilating now. “You regret becoming HIV positive?” he asked point blank. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know exactly how to answer him yet. “Oh my god. Do you resent me?” he asked in a panic. “What? I don’t…” I sort of fumbled. “You just told me you were stupid for letting me infect you. Do. You. Resent. Me?” he stated, very pointedly. Again I didn’t answer immediately. “Oh jesus. You do. So it’s just a matter of time, then. The resentment will fester and then you’ll leave me. Maybe not like Bo did, but you will. Jesus. I’ve ruined another life and another chance. How fucked up is this?” he laughed bitterly as he rolled away from me. And now it was my turn to panic more. Kurt was starting to shut down, which was not good. “Kurt… it isn’t… Ugh. This is why I didn’t want to get tested. Or talk about all this because my brain isn’t ready for this yet.” “Whatever,” he sighed. “Message received. Loud and clear.” “Whoa. Now you hold the fuck up for one minute. I just went through a life-altering diagnosis today, so I think I’ve earned a little leeway here,” I said, getting snippy. “I’m sorry if I haven’t processed everything into coherent, easily digestible soundbites for your consumption.” Kurt didn’t say anything. “Ok, since my brain is on the fritz at the moment, I’m just gonna go full open kimono on you,” I said. “Open kimono? Really?” I could hear a tinge of amusement in his voice. “It means…” I started. “I know what it means, slugger. It was just… odd… to hear boardroom speak in the middle of our heart to heart.” “It still applies. Kind of. So. I’m just going to go ahead and do something I never do. Which is lay bear my heart. Regardless of the outcome. And you’re going to let me, because I deserve it.” Kurt was still rolled away from me and he didn’t say anything. But I could tell he was waiting intently. “Kurt? I’m kind of a mess at the moment. I’m a jumble of emotions, but fear is the dominating one right now. And it isn’t fear about HIV so much… it’s more fear of losing you.” “Baby! I told…” he started as he rolled over to face me. “Shhhhhh,” I admonished. “I’m nowhere near done yet.” He scooched closer until our knees touched under the covers. “Do I regret getting HIV? Yeah, kinda, if I’m being honest. But only because it complicates shit. Life would be probably a whole lot easier if we were both neg and on prep and free to be our slutty fucking piggy selves. But that isn’t our story. So the poz thing was the price I had to pay in order to keep you. So I paid it. And no, I don’t resent you for it.” “I really like you, Kurt. And I… I love you. Like Head over heels love. Hopelessly and helplessly. And I really like what we’re… doing. I totally like being your… hole. And I’m pretty sure you like me being that for you. But part of my fear is that this is all I really am to you.” “Baby, that’s not…” he started to protest. I cut him off by putting my hand on his mouth briefly. “Kurt… To me, you’re… everything. You are all and you are more. You’ve become so important in my life so quickly that it scares the everloving fuck out of me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever. I look at you and you’re so beautiful that it hurts. Literally physically hurts. My chest gets tight and I can’t breathe sometimes. You’re like this hotter, builter, sexier mustachioed version of Henry Cavil and I can’t even. Seeing your body- in or out of clothes- gives me butterflies. When I see your dimples, my knees get weak. Your touch is like an electric shock on my skin. Your gaze makes me shiver. And when you blast me with your full smile? I can’t hold a single coherent thought in my head.” “So, you like me for my body and my mustache,” he sighed. “Not done talking,” I chastised. “And yes. Physically you crank me to 11. But it goes way beyond your physical charms. You make me laugh. You make me want to make YOU laugh. I want to talk with you and explore with you. I love just sitting with you quietly. You make me feel taken care of. I’m comfortable around you and I finally feel like my true self. My darker self. And when you hold me, I feel safe. As I think about all this and it feels like a crazy dream.” He reached out and grabbed my hands under the covers and held them. “And I’m terrified,” I whispered, “that one day you’ll wake up and just decide I’m not worth it and ditch me to find a better hole. Or worse, grow tired of me and start treating me with utter indifference. Seeing you look at me again like I’m worthless… like you did in the bar that one night… would absolutely destroy me, Kurt. And I’m so fucking scared that it’s coming.” “I can handle the poz thing. I can handle the being alone thing. And I can even handle you throwing me away- I think. As long as I don’t get even more invested than I am right now. Because the longer this goes… the longer we go… the easier it will be for you to crush me. So, if you think that this is the way it’s going, can you please tell me now, so I can maybe salvage something of myself?” Kurt was quiet. Quiet for a long time. And the longer the silence went, the more scared I got. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Kurt? Can you say something? Please?” “Oh, are you through open-kimonoing now? Is it my turn?” he said, softly sarcastic. “Yes. I’m done. For now. I think. Maybe not.” I babbled. “First of all let me just say… “ he drew a big breath, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I pushed you to get tested. I’m sorry I didn’t think about the impact to you and what you might be feeling. I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding. I should have been much more empathetic and listened to you had I taken the time to remember what it was like for me.” “Oh, It’s…” I started to say before he cut me off. “Hush now. It’s my turn,” He said with a smile in his voice. “You said that you worried that you were just a hole to me. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am endlessly captivated by you and am hopelessly in love with you. I love that you’re this sexy dork, with a quick wit and deep intelligence that keeps me on my toes. I love your brain! And I love that you are kind and thoughtful. I love the way you look at me, it turns my insides molten.” “So I’m a dork that stares at you like a goober,” I sighed, trying not to smile. “Not done talking yet,” he mimicked sarcastically. “Yes. You are a dork. MY dork. But you know what the best part about you is? It’s that you have absolutely NO clue how hot you are. None! You are completely oblivious, and it’s endearing and frustrating and it makes me want to shake you sometimes. But damned if it doesn’t also make you even that much hotter.” “I am SO not…” I started again and Kurt actually growled at me. “Got it. Shutting up now.” I swallowed. “You ARE hot. AND oblivious. God, I love going to the gym with you because so many guys check you out, it’s ridiculous. And you have no idea it’s happening. You’re like this tight body, otter version of Julian Edelman, with an ass that just sits up and begs. You know, I’ve actually had guys walk up to me and ask me about you and what our deal is. A couple guys have even given me their number for me to give to you, as they weren’t sure how to approach you. Hell, I don’t get half the attention that you do and it’s starting to bruise my ego a bit. And the 501’s? Your ass can stop traffic in the 501’s.” I was blushing now, the heat filling my cheeks. “I like spending time with you too. I like watching movies with you and our date nights. And yes, I like the sex. and that you are my insatiable honey hole. I trust that much is obvious! But like you, I’m worried about the sex part, too. I’m worried that all I am to you is a big cock and a high sex drive. What happens when my body starts to go or my libido wanes and I can’t give you what you so obviously crave? What then?” It was my turn to grab his hands and hold them. “What terrifies ME is you growing to resent me or getting disappointed by me and deciding to leave. And I firmly believe there is a higher probability of this than me leaving you. I think that was why I was so desperate to convert you. So that we would be linked and have this bond we share. And also so that it might bind you closer to me… so that you won’t leave me.” “Once upon a time I thought this would be the case with Bo, but looking back, I realize that Bo never would have left me, even if we were serodiscordant. He was always far too dependent on me, which I believe left him vulnerable and weaker in the end. But you? You’re stronger than Bo—stronger than me for that matter. You don’t need me. I know you could leave any time and be just fine on your own, and then where’ll I be, huh?” We were both quiet for a long time, laying curled up facing each other in the dark. Eventually, I scooched closer until my forehead was against his and my nose touched his nose. I rubbed our noses together casually. “Kurt, I know we both just unloaded a lot of crap. But this is good. And you were right. We did need to talk about all this. And I think we will be having some more conversations in the coming days. But for right now… can I… can I kiss you?” I asked hopefully. “Being in love means never having to ask if you can kiss me,” he said huskily. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me, asshole,” I said lovingly. “Oh I know,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. And then I kissed him. Oh how I kissed him! Naturally a kiss with us is rarely just a kiss. This one escalated quickly, and soon we were very hot and heavy again. He had me on my back and was full on making out with me, grinding his hardness into me. Being under his mass and feeling the heat of him had me cranked up in no time flat. After a few more minutes, we finally broke apart. “Alexa, turn lights to 20%,” he barked. And the lights in the bedroom came on low. “Why you turning on the lights?” I asked. “Because I want you to see my face and how serious I am,” he replied. He threw the covers off us, then he used his knees to force my legs apart. He kept peppering me with kisses and licks while he did this. Pretty soon my legs were spread, and I was open and vulnerable in front of him. “You think you’re just a hole for me? Do you?” he growled as he sucked my neck a little. “You think that’s all you are?” His hard cock nudged against my asshole. I may have whimpered a little. He looked at me. “Buddy, you are so much more than that. SO much more.” Then he grabbed the lube and slathered his cock and my hole with it. His head ever-so-slowly sliding into me until he was in me to the hilt. “Jesus Kurt,” I hissed. “Fuck me! Now!” “No,” he said flatly. “I’m not going to fuck you.” “Um… whaaaa?” I stammered. “Oh please, sir! Pretty please? You’re inside me, that’s basically the beginning part of fucking! And after everything we just said….” “Shhhh. I just need to be as close to you as I can get for this. Burying myself inside you and having you wrapped around me is important right now,” he said as he brought his face an inch from mine. “I’m going to make a vow. Right now. And you know I’m serious because intercourse is basically my religion and I’m inside my Bible right now, ok,?” I nodded that I understood. He stared into my soul, his amber eyes glowing in the soft light. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Period. You are stuck with me, bud, for better and for worse. I promise to keep my body fit for you, and my dick hard for you. I promise to always check with you before changing my facial hair, because I want you to be happy when you look at me. I promise to take care of you, and to listen more, and to make you laugh at least once a day, and to give you epic makeup sex when we do have a fight. And I promise not to ever go to bed mad. And I promise to do better about talking about shit so that we know where we’re coming from. And I promise not to blast you into space until such time as I grow weary of you…” “Jesus fucking Christ!” I laughed. “You just quoted Flash Gordon to me in your love declaration? And you call ME a dork?” He smiled one of his blinding smiles and every shadow of doubt was blazed away. “I should have said all of that when I gave you the ring tonight. Better late than never, I suppose,” he shrugged and I kissed him tenderly. “I don’t have a ring to give you, unless you count the one that’s around your dick right now,” I lamented with a squeeze of my hole. That made his eyes flutter and earned a sharp inhalation from him. “But what I can give you, Kurt, is my vow: I promise you that I don’t resent you. Not for a minute. I promise you that I love you. Truly, deeply, madly. I promise that you’re stuck with me, too, through thick and thin. At least until my inane babbling annoys you to the point that you can’t stand me anymore. I promise to continue being a dork, and to bike and squat so much that the 501’s can’t contain the magnitude of my ass. I promise to pull you up short and put you through hell and give you support. I promise to only sing Sondheim to on special occasions. I promise to swoon every time you smile at me like you are right now. And I promise that I’ll only ever have eyes for you.” “You through?” he asked with a smile. “Oh, and I promise to be your beck and call boy.” He groaned and laughed. “Ok, Pretty Woman.” “I heard somewhere that you liked the dorky, nerdy type,” I shrugged. “And I heard you like the muscular, Colt model type,” he countered. “Well, actually I’m more a sexy, silver, leatherdaddy rich doctor type—think you can set me up?” I asked innocently. “You’d be disappointed. He’s mostly a bottom,” he said with a wink. We kissed some more this exchange, his hard cock still buried deep inside me. Feeling the fullness that was him inside me was naturally getting me riled up, so I sneakily started to shift my ass around under the guise of getting of comfortable. I also started to slowly clench and release my hole on him. I was nothing if not subtle. I looked up at Kurt beseeching him with my eyes, as I quivered my pucker on him. “That’ll do, pig,” he chuckled. “I told you I’m not fucking you. But… I will share a little secret with you if you promise to stay still for a moment,” he said cryptically. So I waited. Quietly. Kurt adjusted so that he was all the way in me again. He held me closely, hovering over me, face still an inch from mine. I could feel his breath. His amber eyes searching my face, boring into me. I was just about to say something when suddenly his eyes squeezed shut and he exhaled with a tiny grunt, and I felt it. His cock throbbing inside of me. He was emptying himself into me without ever having moved a muscle. He shuddered briefly as his orgasm subsided and his cock started softening inside me. “Dude. Whoa. You just… came… like… spontaneously? I asked quizzically. “Yeah. That’s my secret. I can control my ejaculations with my mind. I learned a long time ago that for me it was more about the mental side than the physical stimulation side. I actually learned at boyscout camp of all places! I would hear my scout master jacking off, and because I didn’t want to get caught I pretended to be asleep and just thought myself to orgasm. I’ve been able to do it ever since. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the physical side of things. Fucking feels fucking great! But tipping myself to orgasm? That has always been more of a mental exercise for me. Hence the scenes, and places, and dirty talk, and other visual stimuli. And sometimes—given the right circumstances—I can cum like I just did.” “Gives a whole new meaning to ‘be prepared’,” I chuckled. “And you. YOU were a Boy Scout?” “EAGLE Scout. Yes.” He said smugly. “And did you ever, um… do stuff with Scout Master-bater?” “What do hoping to hear?” he laughed. “Something like how my Eagle Scout project was building raised garden boxes and starting an urban vegetable garden for an inner city neighborhood. And how I was fucking my Scout Master, who just so happened to also be my boyfriend’s father, bent over a sawhorse in the wood shop one night when and his wife and my boyfriend walked in on us right as I was cumming in him or something?” “Oh fuck. Is this true?” I said as my dick jumped at the thought. A slow, dirty smile spread across his face. “Scout’s honor. The scandal and fallout that ensued is still being talked about in sewing circles in my hometown to this very day!” “I am SO going to want details on that story later,” I said with an appreciative whistle. And then something else dawned on me. “You know what this little Scout trick means though? It means I can basically tap out whenever I want and STILL get loaded! Fuck the ring… THIS is the best gift EVAR!” “I guess we’ll see,” he chuckled, as he slid languidly from my ass. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but did I hear my dork of a boyfriend drop a Pygmalion pun during our little heart to heart?” And he smiled at me and then kissed me before I could spout my indignation. Later as we spooned (me the big spoon for a change), I felt the rhythmic expansion and contraction of Kurt’s massive back against me. I could tell he was drifting off to sleep, and I knew I wasn’t far behind. But I wasn’t quite ready to follow yet. My mind was deliciously quiet for a change and I was overcome with a warm sense of peace. I realized I was supremely content and happy in the moment. And while I still had things to sort out, I knew the Doc was right. I was going to be okay. And as I began to slowly drift off, I knew that I had taken a big step today. A step toward Acceptance.

It was a relatively uneventful Christmas this past year (2021). After the bf and I exchanged our gifts on Christmas morning, we spent the better part of the day mulling around the house. Sometime around early afternoon he instructs me to 'get ready', go into the bedroom, shut the door and be naked. Intrigued, I do as I am told, clean up, and get ready. Nervous and excited, I find myself in bed under the covers and jacking my hard cock. FINALLY, I hear the door opening and see my muscular bf walk into the room with his hard cock bobbing and then another man follows behind him with an equally muscular build and hard cock swinging. My bf is a former athlete of the gymnastic type who maintains the muscular, tight build they tend to have. The other guy was Mexican (bf is Caucasian), similar build but with an equally long, hard and slightly thicker than my bf's cock in girth but similar in length. Both of these fine men lay down in our bed with their rock hard cocks sticking straight up and I immediately get to work. I am alternating between sucking them both. However, I noticed a bit more flex in the skin of this new man's cock in which I am immediately drawn to. It had a silkier smoothness to it that other cocks, I had previously experienced, simply don't have. I didn't know it at the time but later realized that I was sucking on my first ever uncut cock. Meanwhile, this new man was talking to my bf about how good it felt having 'him' (me) sucking his cock. He was moaning and loving every moment of it and both men were bantering back and forth about me. Eventually, my bf told me to ride our new man. I immediately grab the lube and apply it to our new man's member and some to my hole and begin to sink my hole down onto him. He growls at me that it feels so much better than his wife's pussy. He proceeds to tell a brief story about how his wife just gave birth to their 3rd child and he had a big load to give me. At this point, my mind is BLOWN and I am so hot for his cock....here lies a 'straight', married man with an amazing cock who hasn't blown a load in a LONG time because his wife JUST gave birth and he hasn't been serviced in over 4 days. As I am riding him and moaning in pleasure, he is grunting and talking dirty to me about giving me his 4 day load. All of the sudden, he pushes me off and tells me to get on all 4's. I comply and he shoves his big, hard, uncut cock right back where it belongs! I am loving these new sensations of an uncut cock as it slides in and out of my hole. After a few more moments, he GROWLS and moans that he is shooting!!!! I egg him on and verbalize 'yeah....shoot your load in me...breed me!" and I can FEEL it... I feel every pulse of his HARD cock and my insides are filled with a familiar warmth but this one is more warmth and more pulsing and more sensations than usual. HE has a HUGE load. And by huge, I mean I felt EVERY pulse and fluid he shot inside me....it was HOT! My BF was IMMEDIATELY telling him to get out of the way so he could get inside me next. He shoved his huge, albeit thinner yet longer...also curved, cock into me. He thrust a few times then immediately began grunting I could feel his cock start it's familiar pulsing (which I LOVE!). As soon as he pulled out, I felt their loads trickle out of me. Slightly embarassed and looking down, I saw ONLY their milky white loads on the sheets and that set me off so I added my load to their mix. This was my BEST Christmas gift.

Chapter 5 - From Tyler’s POV Oh my God! I had just been fucked like a whore, and I loved it. I went from being a virgin to having three different guys fuck me all in the same night. Each dick getting progressively bigger than the previous one that fucked me. And the last one was a huge 10” thick dick hanging off one of the sexiest black guys I had ever seen. Just about then, Tre started to lift himself up off my body. He slowly pulled each of his ten inches out of my ass. It felt a little sore and tender but also felt so full and like I was meant to have dick in me. Before I could even register he was out of my hole, his boyfriend Javi had taken his position up and was eating my ass. All I could do was sit back and moan. Having my ass eaten was almost as good as having it fucked. Javi was moaning and slurping from my hole feasting on Xavier’s, his, and Tre’s loads that were in my ass. I stopped and thought for a minute that in Sex Ed class we were always taught to use a condom and I worried a little, but they all said they were clean when I asked. So I felt like I was ok. These guys seemed to genuinely like me. I was definitely into them. Javi then pulled away from my ass, his lips glistening and came up to me and kissed me. As he pushed his tongue into my mouth I could feel a large wad of cum being pushed into my mouth at the same time. I could totally get why these guys liked it so much. It tasted salty, sweet, and bitter all at the same time. But it was more the knowledge that this was cum from three different guys and my ass juices being kissed into my mouth by the hot Latino guy laying on top of me. “How’s that taste, baby boy?” asked Javi. “Yummy, I want more.” Javi smiled and told me that could be arranged as he went back down to my hole and started eating me again. I just moaned. About that time, Tre got back onto the bed. I hadn’t really paid attention to where he had gone, but he smiled at me and said, “OK, sexy. It’s time to try G. Open your mouth and lift up your tongue. Hold this there until I tell you to swallow.” I nodded and did as he said. Tre opened up a little blue medicine bottle that had a liquid stopper in it to collect the liquid inside. He pushed on the black bulb at the end and it filled the tube with liquid. He then squirted it under my tongue. He repeated this another time and looked at me to tell me, “OK, you can swallow. It’s going to taste nasty, but in 5 to 10 minutes you should feel it kick in.” I swallowed, and he instantly laughed at the look of disgust on my face. He quickly then passed me a bottle of opened Gatorade and told me to take a few swigs and even swish it around in my mouth to get the taste out. I did as I was told as I watched Tre do the same dosage for himself. Right as he grabbed the Gatorade from me, Javi grabbed my chin and moved my face back to looking at him as he kissed me and pushed more cum into my mouth. We French kissed that cum back and forth for a good two minutes before Javi pulled away and asked Tre for his dose of G. Tre gave Javi his dose and then he left the room. Meanwhile, Javi grabbed the Gatorade and cleaned out his mouth before grabbing the pipe again. He took a big hit and shotgunned me with it. He did 4 more shotguns before laying on his back and handing me the pipe. “Go ahead and take 3 more hits for yourself. The G will kick in shortly. You will start to feel light headed and horny. Then we can start round 3.” I did as Javi asked. I was enjoying the pipe and the white smoke that came from it a lot. When I was done, I handed the pipe back to Javi and he looked at me and said, “Suck my dick while I do a few hits.” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I got between his legs and started sucking the still semi hard uncut thick Latino cock that was resting on his thigh. I also grabbed his balls and caressed them in one hand while the other held the base of his cock. I started to go as far down on his dick as I could. Javi seemed to enjoy what I was doing because he was rock hard in no time. He took one big hit and pulled me up to him and kissed me and blew the smoke into my mouth. He held my nose closed so that I couldn’t exhale the smoke and continued to kiss me for what seemed like forever, but was probably only a minute. When he let go of my nose, he didn’t stop kissing me, but let me slowly exhale the smoke out my nose. He also reached down and started fingering my hole. I hadn’t realized how empty it felt and how good his fingers felt in me. They only wetted my appetite for more. My ass knew the fingers weren’t going to be enough, so I reached behind me and grabbed Javi’s big thick dick and pointed it towards my hole. “You ready for it again? You want to ride that big Latin papi cock, baby boy?” asked Javi. “Yes, Javi. I want your cock in me” I confirmed and shifted my hips up higher off the bed so that the tip of his dick and my asshole were on the same level. I had expected there to be more resistance, but my hole opened up quickly and gravity let me sink down onto that big thick papi cock until my ass was resting on his pubic bone and his dick was buried deep in my hole. “Fuck, baby boy! I went right in your inner hole and your hole is still super wet and filled with cum. I don’t know how long I’m going to last, but your ass feels so good.” It was then that Javi grabbed the underside of my thighs and butt cheeks and started lifting me up and down on his dick. I got the message and started to ride his dick. It felt so good to be in control and I was trying different angles until I felt him hit my g spot. I was then a man on a mission. I was riding him hard and hitting my g spot over and over. My dick was hard again and dripping precum. I didn’t realize it but my hole was starting to relax. I thought I was getting hot and sweaty from the exertion of riding him, but the G was also kicking in. I got light headed, sweating, and felt like I couldn’t get Javi’s dick in my hole fast enough. Javi noticed a difference in me and pulled me down for a kiss. I was rocking gently back and forth on his dick and kissing him. He pulled away and asked me how I was feeling. “Amazing, Javi. I never knew it could be like this. If I did, I wouldn’t have waited. I’m sorry I’m getting sweaty all over you though.” “Don’t worry about it, sexy boy. That G is kicking in for you, I can tell. I feel it starting to hit for me as well. But it makes sex feel so much better doesn’t it?” “I think I can tell the difference, but yes it does feel great. It feels like my hole is sucking your dick as deep inside me as it can get. But honestly it also doesn’t feel quite as tight as it did when we started. Maybe I’m getting used to getting fucked.” Javi laughed and kissed my nose. “Suck a cute little boy. I’m glad you decided to join us because I’m so glad we are getting to teach you all these wonderful things about sex. Yes, it’s a little looser now not only because we’ve been fucking your ass non-stop for almost an hour now, but also the G does make you relax more back there and it also makes you sweat and feel horny.” Next thing I know, Tre is lying down next to us and leans in to kiss us both. He’s starting to sweat and so is Javi. They both say they can feel the G too. All I know is I want them to fuck me and cum in me again. I start to ride Javi harder and he breaks the kiss with his bf and looks up. “Looks like someone wants it a little harder. Is that what you want Ty? Do you want to be fucked harder?” “Fuck yes!” I screamed out. “I need my hole pounded like a slut. I need you to cum inside me and make me your bitch so Tre can have his second turn.” Tre just laughed and pulled me back down to their level again to do another threeway kiss. I was enjoying the kiss, but my ass was on fire and wanted dick. I wanted to get on my back so that Javi could fuck me hard like Tre had just done. Tre suddenly got up, and I heard the door creek. I wondered where Tre was going this time, but then I felt the bed shift as Tre got on the bed behind me in between Javi’s legs. I went to look back over my shoulder, but Javi held my chest close to his and kissed me deep. Next thing I knew, I felt pressure at my hole and then felt Tre’s hand on my back. Again, I tried to look back, but Javi grabbed my jaw and held me looking straight into him so we could continue our kiss. Even more pressure was being applied to my hole, and it was then I realized that Tre was trying to push his dick into my hole at the same time Javi was already in it. I broke away from the kiss with some effort and said, “Tre it’s too big. I can barely take Javi or you by yourself. You’ll never be able to get in my hole at the same time.” “You’re probably right,” Tre said. He then leaned over me and grabbed the bag full of crystals. I thought he was going to put more in the glass pipe, but he didn’t. He pulled out a big crystal and took it back behind me and got off from leaning on my back. The next thing I know is I feel Javi’s dick being pulled from my ass and Tre’s tongue entering in my hole. I just moaned as Tre was eating my ass. He pulled away and said it was tasty. I then heard Javi gasp and tell Tre to lick his dick clean of all the used cum and ass juices right as Tre’s finger pushed into my hole. He was pushing in deep and rubbing the walls of my ass and it started to burn again. “What are you doing? My ass feels like it’s on fire.” I said. “I’m giving you a booty bump. I just put that rock in your ass and it will dissolve and make you even hornier. I wasn’t sure how big the crystal was, but my ass felt like it was on fire. Next thing I know Tre is pulling out his finger and pushing Javi’s cock back into my hole. I just moaned and sat all the way down on Javi’s dick. It felt so good. I noticed I was sweating even more now and my heart was racing even faster. “That’s it papi! Fuck that twink white boy pussy. Own it! Look at how much you got him wanting your dick. He’s bouncing up and down like a two dollar whore. Now kiss him and let him know how much you love his pussy.” Javi pulled my chest flat to his and grabbed my neck and kissed me deeply. As I was wrestling my tongue against Javi’s, I could feel Tre press his dickhead against my hole again. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Shhh, it’ll be ok baby boy. Your hole is loosening up with the G and the booty bump. I’ll be able to get in just let Javi kiss you. You’ll feel even better soon.” Pressure kept building at my hole. On two separate occasions I tried to break the kiss with Javi to protest, but he held me there. My hole was being pushed really hard, and I finally felt a pop and shrieked into Javi’s mouth as Tre’s dickhead finally breached my hole. “Fuck yes, baby boy. I knew you could take it. See doesn’t that feel good?” Tre asked. I was still forced to kiss Javi, but he noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks from my eyes and gently reached up to wipe them away. He then reached over to the bowl and told me to take 5 big hits and shotgun him with them. I pulled away and started to turn and tell Tre to pull out, but Javi grabbed my chin and told me to do as I was told. It would help. So, I pulled the pipe to my lips and lit it. I took a hit and leaned over to shotgun it with Javi. As I did, Tre pushed his dick in a little bit. I tensed up and started to say something, when Javi told me to take another hit. This proceeded to go as each hit was done. When I’d bend over to give Javi his shotgun, Tre would push in more. By the end of my last hit, Tre leaned over my back and told me that I was doing great and that he was over halfway in. “Only half? I feel like my hole is being split wide open!” “It is, baby boy, it is. You have two massive cocks in there, but tell me you don’t like it. Tell me you want me to pull out, and I will. But if I pull out, we both do. And you get to go back to Xavier’s room. We are going to fuck you like we want to and you will do as your told or you don’t get fucked at all.” As I was pondering my choices, Tre pushed in a little further and rubbed right up against my g spot. He heard me moan and ground his dick in and wiggled it around in a circle trying to stimulate me even more. “Ok, ok, fuck me. You know I can’t say no to you sexy studs.” Tre leaned over again and said, “Good choice baby boy. Trust me it may hurt a little at first, but you’re going to love it. Have we done anything you didn’t like yet?” “No, I guess not, and it does feel good. It just still feels like my hole is being torn apart. Even with your dick hitting that spot inside me, my hole still feels in a lot of pain.” “It’s ok. It’ll get better soon once I”m all the way in. Look I’ll even spit to add some lube since all you are getting is the cum already in your ass.” I heard Tre spit and felt some wetness in my hole as he moved his dick in circles again. He then pushed my back down to where I was lying flat against Javi’s chest again. “OK, Javi. It’s time.” Javi just nodded and started to kiss me again. I felt Tre start to pull his dick out. I thought to myself maybe he realizes it’s just too tight to fit. Tre got to where only his head was left in my hole. Javi released me from the kiss and put his hands on my back and was holding me tight to his chest. He looked at me and said, “You’re such a good and sexy boy. You’re going to love it when we are both fully in you.” I heard Tre spit and felt wetness at my hole again. The next thing I knew Tre shifted into a squatting position behind me and then grabbed my hips and held onto them hard. He then proceeded to shove the entire length of his cock in my hole in one very powerful thrust. I screamed out loud as my hole was violently forced open and not even a second later my inner hole was forced open as well to accommodate both Javi’s and Tre’s dicks deep in my ass. Tears flowed from my eyes, and I started panting, almost hyperventilating. Javi chuckled and looked at Tre who had this look of pure satisfaction and sadistic grin on his face. Javi then pulled me down and kissed my tears away. “I’m not moving for a minute until your holes adjust, Ty. Trust me it’s like ripping off a band-aid. It’s better to do it in one quick movement and let your body get over the sting than taking it off slowly and feeling the pain for longer. Javi’s kisses and Tre rubbing my back started to make the pain go away. Javi then grabbed the bowl and took a big hit and shotgunned it to me. He did that four more times. Slowly, I could feel the pain subside. “That’s it, sexy. Feel those big dicks in your pussy. I’ll bet you never thought you’d have two in there at the same time, but doesn’t it feel great? Your hole is twitching around our dicks trying to milk them.” Tre reached down and felt around my hole. Unbeknownst to me, he pulled his hand back up and showed Javi just how bloody his hand was from where my hole was bleeding. Javi moaned and ground his dick into me at the same time Tre licked his fingers clean. “It does feel good. Maybe if you start fucking me some it’ll feel better.” “That’s the spirit, pussy boy. Beg for us to fuck your sweet little hole.” “Please fuck me Tre! I need it to feel better and I want you and Javi to fuck me.” “You don’t have to ask me twice.” With that Tre pulled about halfway out and slid his dick slowly back in. It was enough of a pull out to pull out of my inner hole entirely and then slowly open my hole back up. Then Javi did the same thing. It felt amazing and I moaned like whore. “I can see you like that. Let’s do that again.” So they repeated it, and I moaned more. “OK now longer strokes.” They both soon got into a rhythm where when one was pulling out the other was pushing back into me. My inner hole was in a constant barrage of being opened and closed and filled with one dick and then two and then one again. It didn’t know what was happening and the next thing I knew my dick started shooting cum all over Javi’s chest. I looked down because in the pain of Tre’s first thrust to get all the way in me, I knew my dick had gone soft. Now, it was hard as a rock rubbing against Javi’s abs as the guys opened my inner hole open and worked it back and forth with both of their cocks. “Fuck, I’m cumming without touching myself.” “That’s the sign of a good slut. It means that your body is meant to get off on making dicks feel good as they make your pussy feel good so you can shoot your cum. OK, Javi. Time to take the training wheels off. Let’s breed this bitch pussy like it’s meant to be,” said Tre. The next thing I know it felt like I was constantly being lifted off the bed and slammed down on two hard dicks. Javi and Tre both had grips on my hips and butt and were constantly lifting my body up and off their dicks until the heads were about to pop out and then they would quickly reverse course and pull me back down hard on their dicks. Instead of a constant motion of one dick going in while the other was going out, they were now both going in and going out at the same time. And my inner hole wasn’t being opened by one dick anymore, it was now being opened by two dicks at the same time. I just moaned and groaned as my insides were rearranged to accommodate these two big dicks and my hole no longer had any fight to keep them at bay. “I’m getting close, Tre.” “Me too, Papi! Let’s bust together.” The guys continued to pull me up and almost off their dicks but now as they were pulling me down they would both thrust up and force my inner hole to open quickly to let their big dicks in me. This continued for about another minute until my body could take no more. I screamed out again as my dick started spurting cum all over Javi’s chest. I was seeing stars and thought I was going to pass out. “Damn, Tre, he’s cumming again.” “Fuck, Papi, don’t I know it. His holes are milking my dick like there’s no tomorrow. I can’t hold back any longer.” With that Tre let out a huge roar as he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me as far down on his dick as he could. Javi quickly felt all the hot cum surrounding his dick while sheathed deep inside my inner hole and let loose too. “It feels so hot and wet. It’s like two fire hoses are going off in my ass at the same time.” I managed to say as my dick was still spurting cum. “This feels amazing! You guys literally fucked the cum out of me twice without me ever touching myself.” Javi and Tre were both still panting and making small thrusts as their hips tried to get their dicks as deep as possible inside me. I just laid there like a limp wet noodle covered in my cum and sweat, with Tre’s sweat on my back and Javi’s sweat on my chest mixed with my two loads of cum. Javi pulled me into a kiss, and Tre collapsed on my back. All three of us groaned at Tre’s dead weight, but I had never felt better in my life. After we had all come back down to earth, Tre leaned in and started a threeway kiss with us. As he was doing that he moved his hips in a circle and ground his still rock hard dick deep into my hole making both the inner and outer hole stretch even more as he made the circle with his hips. I just moaned into the kiss. Tre slowly pulled out and what felt like a river of cum started pouring from my hole. Javi rolled me over and pulled out too as even more cum flowed out of my hole. I just threw my arm over my eyes and sighed. The next thing I knew I saw a flash of light. Javi had his phone out and was taking a pic of my hole. Tre grabbed his and turned on the flashlight on his phone and told Javi to video the cum still pouring from my ass. “How do you feel, baby boy?” Tre asked. “How does that beautifully tight, virgin, white boy pussy feel after being stuffed by a 9” Latino dick and a 10” black dick at the same time? You should see how gaped open your hole is and how much of our special seed is flowing out of your hole. It looks like a river of reddish-pink cum is flowing out of your hole to show everyone what a cum slut you are. All that hot dirty seed from two big strong alpha males flowing out of your wrecked boy pussy because you had to have both of our dicks at the same time. Your hole was so tight when we started, but look at it now. It can’t even close because of how much we fucked it open. That boy pussy is losing all the special seed we planted deep inside your inner hole. You’re supposed to keep it deep inside you baby boy so our special seed can mix with you and become part of you.” “I’m sorry guys. I’m trying to close my hole but it’s not cooperating.” Trying to clench my hole tight, I could feel my muscles trying to work but it didn’t feel like anything was happening. “Look, it's almost like it’s trying to wink at us but can barely move. There is too much cum still flowing out of you to close properly. I guess we’ll just have to stick both of our dicks back in your hole again and give you more cum. Would you like that baby boy?” “Yes, Tre. I want you and Javi to fuck me again and make my hole gap open. Stick more of your special seed deep inside me. This time when you cum and pull out, stick a pillow under my ass so that it’s raised up and your special seed can’t flow out of me.” “Now that sounds like a plan, Tre. Papi is ready to breed our cum slut again, but I think we both need to re-up on our G and T.” “Good idea, Javi. Stop the video and let's get this bitch some more dick and special seed.” I just grinned and knew even though my hole hurt, the G and T would make it better. I wanted them to fuck me again. I couldn’t even remember how many times I had cum tonight, but I knew I didn’t want to stop, and I knew I didn’t want to go long without one or both of their cocks deep in my hole, owning me like the cum slut I was. I truly needed to be fucked non-stop and couldn’t imagine ever wanting to go back to a moment where there wasn’t a cock up my ass. ******************* I hope you guys enjoy this one too. I didn't think I'd do a DP scene so soon on a virgin twink, but I think the scene called for it. Let me know what you guys think. Again always open to feedback and suggestions on where the story should go.

But why was it so deeply satisfying? Dig deeper. Others are saying the same, that it’s a satisfying experience, fulfilling (or perhaps releasing) something. I wonder if in this context fucking isn’t somehow an alternative to fighting - a means of expressing aggressive emotions in the quasi-violence of sex. I’ve written on this forum before, in the blog, about a Native American who fucked me a couple of times, and each time I had the distinct impression he was taking out 400 years of colonial injustice on my European-descended cunt. I don’t speak a word of Lakota, but whatever he was saying during those rough fucks was seriously harsh, punctuated by spitting on me. That’s as close as I’ve gotten to a hate-fuck, as far as I know.

Matt is so horny since he left Chris’ place three days ago. Matt is online chatting with another guy on AOL. He is naked in his apartment. His cam is on. He is bent over his bed, spreading his ass. He is telling the guy he loves getting fucked. The guy is saying how hot Matt is. His tight ass is pushing back to show his hole. The dude online says he has a 9” cock. Matt can’t see it because the other guy won’t show his cam. Matt knows he shouldn’t have gotten naked and shown off without seeing the other guy as well. Matt has to let this guy fuck him too. He needs it. The guy is on the phone with Matt as Matt shows himself off on cam. Matt says, “Do you want to fuck me? I need to get fucked.” The guy is saying yes. Matt says, “Do you have a condom? We should use one.” As he says it, Matt fingers himself for the guy online. The guy says, “I might.” Matt says, “Ok. Just go slow.” Matt slips another finger in his ass. Matt moans. The guy on the phone asks where Matt lives, they are in the same area code. Matt tells him. The guy says, “I can be there in 10 minutes.” Matt says, “Do you want to come over?” The guy Matt still hasn’t seen says, “I don’t have a condom. Do you?” Matt says, “No. Do you want to come over?” The guy says, “I’ll be fucking you bareback.” Matt says, “Ok.” The guy says, “I will cum inside you.” Matt says, “Cum in me.” The guy moans loudly and is clearly cumming. The guy hangs up. Fuck. Matt is so horny. Matt needs to be fucked. He almost had some dick tonight. Matt stands up, goes to the bathroom, looks at himself. He looks worked up, a little sweaty, and sexy as fuck. He decides to go to the bars. It’s Wednesday. Drink special night at one of the older gay bars. He slips on some tight jeans, no underwear, putting his half hard dick in his pants. Matt picks a zip up hoodie, no t shirt. This is a fuck me outfit. That is what Matt wants – to be fucked. He grabs his wallet, small lube, and keys. Off to the bar. At the bar, Matt grabs a drink and looks around the room. He sees the party host who fucked him during the parade. At the bar, the party host asks Matt if he wants a refill on his drink. Matt says yes and falls into a chat with the guys. He is relaxing and having a good time, but still scanning the room for a guy to fuck him. Matt’s ass needs cock. One of the guys asks if Matt is still dating John, the guy who Matt was dating and who fucked Matt at their party. Matt says that John moved away. Matt says he is single again. The party host says, “Then who is fucking you now?” Matt is tipsy and says, “Right this minute, no one is fucking me. I’m talking to you guys.” They all chuckle. Five minutes later, Matt is behind the bar lubing the party tops cock. Party top says, “Do you have a condom?” Matt says, “You didn’t use one last time.” Matt turns around, pushes his jeans down, takes off his top and faces the wall. The party top slips his raw cock in Matt’s hungry ass. The party top is balls deep in Matt and says, “This is the second time we fucked. Both times behind a dumpster. And you are taking it raw. You must love taking raw cock. Don’t you?” Matt says, “Feels so good raw.” Raw cock buried in Matt’s ass. Matt is happy. He needs this fuck. The guy’s belly is resting on Matt’s back. Matt doesn’t care. He needs the cock. The party top says, “Tell me you want my load slut.” Matt says, “I want your load in my ass.” The party host grabs Matt’s hips and slams his cock inside. He cums in Matt’s ass. The party top pulls out. As they are getting dressed the party top chuckles and looks at their surroundings. The top says, “I guess you are literally what they mean by cum dumpster.” The top jabs his thumb toward the dumpster. They both laugh. The top says, “You are such a hot young slut.” The top goes back to the bar. Matt walks down the alley and goes to his apartment.

Found this app a few months ago before I had to go on a sex hiatus for a bit. It’s called “bigger blacker book” you can add partners, even “anon” guys. Just thought you guys might be interested as I know we like to count out loads given and received. [think before following links] https://apps.apple.com/us/app/bigger-blacker-book/id1342451565

I think it’s a combination of these. You always have a choice about the path you’re going to take. We make choices about our life’s direction, large and small, every day. You may feel a need and a deep desire to do these things based on some combination of your biological nature, your upbringing and your psychology. The desire may become intense enough to occupy your thought to the point of obsession, to the extent that you may feel compelled to act upon it. You are not, however, actually compelled to do so. Hundreds of thousands of would-be sluts live deeply closeted lives because, for whatever reason, they make the choice not to act on their desires. This decision sometimes leaves them miserable and unfulfilled because they are neglecting a deep need that they have, but the need does not dictate what they become. Many here will reflexively tell you that it’s what you are! You have no choice! Go for it! Without suggesting fir a moment that you stop to think. If you want to be a slut, weigh the potential consequences of that decision - there are potential social and medical consequences - and if that price is something you’re willing to pay in exchange for satisfying your urge, then do it. If not, don’t, and be content that you have made the best decision fir your own life. I felt a strong need, and, prompted by a sense of urgency that I was losing any opportunity to try, made the choice to indulge in it. I have paid heavily for that decision, and my path has led me to be fundamentally transformed. Before I began, I was a sexually reserved straight-arrow. Now, I am a trained sexual submissive who believes absolutely that I have a duty and purpose to be cunted by Men for the satisfaction of their lusts, and I have become a debased, debauched, devolved thing little resembling what I was. And it feels natural to me now for a man I have never met to violently rut his penis in my anus until he ejaculates inside my body. Consider carefully.

I’m 100% top so I never thought about this because when it comes to the bedroom I’m topping. So it doesn’t matter to me because I’m topping regardless 🤷🏿‍♂️

this is fucking hilarious…i did the same thing on paper for several years in a red notepad thing-until it fell apart from using it too much. Wish I still had it…

Fuck...this is my gay pig Nirvana...24/7/365!!! I wanna be the bottom fag sooooooo bad!!!!!!🍆💦☣️☣️😈🐷😋

I'm sure Alex will find True Love with someone. Will it be Max? BUT, if he does, what about the other guys who have been enjoying his hot ass? Denying them access to his royal hole would be a crime against nature...

Part 4 Even with all the T I’d been given, my hole was resistant. T Guy kept pushing, telling me, “Open up for me cunt.” I then felt a finger shove into my hole, next to the big cock. The finger pulled my hole upward to stretch it out. “Here we go,” he said, pushing his cock into the small gap he’d made. Removing his finger, he started shoving the part of his dick head that he’d planted in me. “When I say, grab his shoulders and push down. We’re gonna get him to open up. NOW.” My shoulders were grabbed by the guy under me and pushed down. At the same, T-guy pushed in, also grabbing my shoulders to bring me down. Despite the T, the pain was intense and I let out a scream. “Yeah, faggot, scream for me. Let everyone know we’re wrecking your drugged up cunt.” When he finished degrading me, he began the forced invasion of my hole. Though in my brain it heard “cunt,” not hole. Every inch of his cock stretched me further, eliciting pleas for him to stop and pull out. He stopped his forward movement. “You really want my dick out of you?” I said I did and he responded, “Okay.” He pulled out and the other guy started to say, “what the…” Before he could finished, T-guy shoved his cock back into my stretched out cunt. The T finally took over and my cunt opened and took the thick cock and PA. This time, there was no stopping him. He had my shoulders still and kept me in place as he pushed all the way in. I groaned as he got in as far as he could. Then without knowing I was about to say it, I moaned, Oh, God. Do it. Fuck me.” He pulled his cock out to the ridge and slammed back in, making me moaned beg for it. He let go of my shoulders, as did the guy under me. “Tell us what you want. What you need.” I moaned, “fuck me, I need you to fuck me. Wreck my hole.” I heard a new voice say, “That’s fucking hot.” T-guy, responded to the new guy, “you ain’t seen nothing yet.” He leaned down as close as he could to my ear and said, loudly, “You need to get fucked? Then you do it faggot. Ride our cocks, show us how desperate you are.” He leaned back up and my need took over. I began lifting myself up and off the cocks before sliding back down. Each move took me further up their cocks and a little faster each way. “Don’t fucking waste our time.” I got his meaning. On the next lift I went all the way up, and then slammed back down. “That’s it. Good faggot. Beg for it. What do you need.” “Please, Sir, I need you both to breed my cunt. Give me your loads.” I kept up my fucking myself, once lifting all the way and slamming back down, taking them at the same time. The guy below me announced, “Fuck yeah faggot. I’m gonna breed your cunt. Make you pregnant.” Almost immediately, I felt him get even thicker as he began shooting his cum deep in my cunt. He kept thrusting, making sure every drop was in me. I felt him start to soften and tell T-guy, “ I’m coming out.” The new guy said, “Damn that was hot. Wish I could get in there.” T-guy told him, “Get naked and on the bed. On your back.” I heard clothes rustling and then movement on the bed. T-guy said, “Nice dick. You ready?” T-guy pulled out of my hole causing me to whimper and beg him to put it back in. There were no words as he lifted my right leg at the knee, pulling me off the bed. I felt the bed move as the new guy slid across to get under me. “Faggot, grab his dick and aim it to your cunt. Do not put it in you.” I was wobbly, from all the meth. I grabbed the dick and it was thick and long. I put it at my stretched cunt, and fought hard to not put it in me. “Good faggot. Follow directions and you’ll get what you want. Grab his hips.” I felt the guy take hold of hips with his big, calloused hands. This was a hard worker. “Beg him for his cock. That’s a man sized black cock.” “Please Sir, shove your big black cock in me. Please Sir.” The guy below me, still holding my hips, said, “You think you can take it faggot? Feel how big it is around? It’s even bigger in length, 11” in fact. If I put it in that faggot cunt, you don’t control what happens. I do. Is that clear boy?” “Yes, Sir. Fuck my faggot cunt.” T-guy, who’s quickly taken control of me, tells him, “Do it. Hard.” “Faggot, I’m gonna destroy your cunt.” He said this then immediately pulled me down as hard as he could. Even after taking the two big dicks, this one hurt. I screamed in pain as my hole was forced open again and my rectum was stretched even more to accommodate his thick monster. I felt his cock ram into my second hole and stop, but I knew it wasn’t all the way in. “Open that fucking hole faggot. You still got 3” to take. Get off my dick unless it goes all the way in.” I kept pressing downward but it wouldn’t go in. I knew what I had to do, and was so fucking turned on to do it. I rose up, and off his dick. I turned to where I thought T-guy was and said, without thinking, “Master, May I have more and your help?” He laughed and said, “Master? That sounds right.” There was a moment of silence, followed by another rock getting shoved as deep as could. “Now faggot, beg me for what you need me to do.” “Please Master, push me down as hard as you can so this big dick opens my hole.” Turning back in the direction of the black guy, I said, “Hard and fast?” I felt the rock burning and the feeling of wanting nothing more then my hole and that cock. I pressed the head to my cunt simply said, “Now.” I pushed down as hard as possible. Master’s hands pushed me down even harder and the black guy slammed upward. The pain was wonderful as this time my inner hole briefly fought the invasion, but was beaten by us. I groaned in pleasure as I came slamming down on the black man’s crotch. “Fuck yeah faggot, you done good. You were right Mike, this bitch is good.” “I don’t make shit up, Lamont.” I knew their names. I didn’t care. I just said, “Please, again.” I rose up to the ridge of his dick an slammed all the way down again. I then took over, fucking myself up and down, taking it all the way to the balls. After several minutes of riding his cock as hard as possible, I stopped when I was fully impaled. I leaned down, laying across his chest. Master knew what I wanted and immediately moved into place. “Hold him tight, Lamont. I’m coming in.” Lamont wrapped his arms tightly around me. “You are a freak white boy; I like that.” I only had time to say, “Thank you, Sir.,” before I felt Master’s cocky at my hole. As he began to push in, I started pushing down and back, forcing my cunt to stretch. With a lot of resistance, my hole fought a valiant fight. It lost as we worked together and I groaned as Master’a dick penetrated it. Not allowing myself to change my mind, I kept pushing down, taking Master’s cock inch by inch without stopping. “Fuck faggot, you really are a pig.” I pulled up and then slammed back down, taking both cocks as hard as I could. My hips were grabbed from behind and Sir said, “My turn.” He pulled out, all the way, before slamming back in. He did this several times until there was no resistance. A new voice, deep and with a sound of twisted pleasure, said, “Hope there’s gonna be something left for me, Mike.” The only thought that could go through my mind was that I’d been setup. I moaned in response to this thought. “Don’t worry Jack. I have something for that,” and laughed as he again rammed his dock in me, Lamont groaned and said, “I’m going to fucking nut in you faggot. You want my load? “Please, Sir. Breed my ho, breed my cunt.” With that, he pushed in as far as he could and I felt him start to spasm as he shot his load in me. “Fuck yeah faggot, take my load.” He shot for almost 30 seconds before the spasms ended. “Thank you Sir. Thank you for giving me your load.” “Oh, faggot, that’s the first of many I’m dumping in that cunt.” Master began pulling out and I whimpered. I don’t know what came next, but I could feel a new, feeling through my rectum. It was as if my cunt was vibrating from inside. I lost control and could not stop from Master’s being forced out of my hole fast and hard. “I’m gonna cum,” and I could barely finish it before my cock, still soft, erupted with a force I’d never felt before. The new guy told Master, “Quick, shove it back in and fuck him, he’s gonna enjoy this.” Whatever was happening in my cunt, was still going on as Masted rammed back in and began fucking me again. I moaned and begged, “Please, I can’t.” The new guy said, in my ear, “Ride the wave boy. Your having anal orgasms. There gonna continue, over and over, while you got his cock in you. He ain’t stopping until I tell him.” Master continued to fuck me, and like the guy said, the orgasms continued in waves. I lay there, still across Lamont’s chest, when he said, “Fuck, I can feel your cunt cumming around my dick. Keep it going and you’re gonna get me hard again.” I lost all focus on the world around me, other than words, and as intense s what was happening, I started moaning as the intensity moved from overload to extreme overload and felt great. I gave into it and just lay there, taking Master’s cock. Wave after wave continued and at the same time, I felt Lamont get hard again and start pumping in and out with Master. This only intensified the feelings in my cunt. I think I must have passed out, just after blowing another load. When I came back around, my hole was empty and I could feel residual waves, less intense then before, still going through my body. When I moved, I heard Lamont say, “Welcome back boy. How you doing.” This was a much different voice and temperament. “I…I’m… oh, fuck. That was intense.” He gently rolled me off of him and put me on my back on the bed. He reached up and pulled the blindfold off. I tried to keep my eyes closed, wanting to continue the anonymity. “It’s okay, Master said you’re ready to know what’s going on.” I gently and slowly opened my eyes, finding it hard to focus for several seconds. When my eyes could see, I saw the face, and recognized it, flinching in response. “You recognize me don’t you boy?” I nodded in response,shutting my eyes in shame.

Hi guys, thanks for all the comments and likes. Here's a short chapter to tide you over. I promise Zac will be getting some poz cum real soon. Chapter 3 I was a wreck waiting for my brother to get home. I had to tell him; I knew I needed to but I just didn't know how to do it. I was going stir crazy and didn't want to take any chance that Thomas would come downstairs to talk to me, so I left the house to go for a walk. They had a great park only a few blocks away from their house. I quickly changed into some shorts and a t-shirt and headed out. The park was a nice big one. There was lots of green areas for the kids to play and several walking/jogging trails for the adults. Matt and Thomas had told me they loved hitting some of the trails that were more in the wooded area since they were never crowded, so that's were I headed. I started down a path and wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings as I was still trying to process seeing Thomas fucking some guy, and did I mention he had a really big dick. I didn't realize how long I'd been walking when I noticed I was in a rather secluded section of the park. I'd passed a few guys coming the opposite direction but really hadn't paid much attention to them, so I totally missed them checking me out. I reached the part of the main trail where it wrapped around but I wasn't quite ready to head back yet. There seemed to be an offshoot path that had been made heading back further into the woods. What the hell, I thought let's go explore. I'd been walking for about five minutes when I saw a younger guy headed towards me. "Hi Daddy, too bad I'm in a hurry or I'd bend over for your babies right here." He reached out and grabbed my crotch and gave it a squeeze. He let go and continued on pass me. I turned too watch him go and noticed he had a rather large wet spot on the back of his shorts. He caught me looking, winked and said, "next time daddy." I was mortified, bright red from embarrassment and extremely hard. Seriously what was happening to me. I rarely got sexually excited and now I was starting to get hard at the drop of a hat. Okay that wasn't accurate, I was only getting hard when I was around guys. Oh fuck was I gay? I'd never done anything with a guy before, hell I'd only been with one woman before so who knew and it wasn't like we'd had sex all that often. Like, try never in the past ten years and rarely before that. I just figured I was one of those asexual guys and sex just didn't interest me. I was so lost in my head that I didn't notice the park had opened up to small clearing and over to the side were two guys. A guy about my age was leaning against a tree while a second younger guy was on his knees sucking the first guys cock. I stopped abruptly and I'm sure my jaw had to be on the ground. The guy getting sucked noticed me and didn't even bat an eye. "This kids got a great mouth on him. I'm about to, ahhhh," he moaned. "Your turn man." He said as he pulled his cock from the guys mouth and started to pull his shorts up. I was on autopilot. The next thing I knew I was standing in front of the guy on his knees who wasted no time in unzipping my shorts and pulling out my very hard dick. Holy shit! I'd never felt anything like that before. It didn't take long before I was shooting my load down his throat. "Damn, someone really needed to shoot their load bad, "the guy said as he was licking the last drops of my cum from his lips. "Mmm, delicious." I suddenly came to my senses and quickly shoved my dick back in my shorts and headed back to the trail that would take me out of the park. Oh my God! I can't believe I just let someone suck me off. And fuck, I can't believe how amazing it felt. I wondered what it would be like to be the one doing the sucking. Oh man I was in trouble.

Sorry for the delay. There are four more parts written. Part 3 The next guy walked to the bed and saw the plug. “How many loads so far?” and I told him. “Nice, I love sloppy holes.” He tugged at the plug, stretching my hole, but not removing it. He asked, “You party, pig?” I shook my head. “Say it faggot. Do you party?” I said I didn’t and he asked why. I told him I was too afraid. “Too bad.” He returned his attention to the plug, this time pulling it all the way out. As soon as the plug was out, he shoved two fingers in my hole. I felt the scrape of a shard; a BIG shard. I felt the burn start as he pressed it in to the wall of my ass. “What the fuck was that. What’d you do? “Relax boy, enjoy the ride. I told you you were not going to say no.” He kept his fingers in my hole, adding a third. As the shard really hit, I started to have trouble breathing, but my ass became majorly hungry. I began fucking myself up and down on his fingers. “You like what the T is doing to your hole?”a All I could do was groan and continue fucking his fingers. I felt a cold metal at my hole and realized it was his PA. Somehow my mind cleared briefly,remembering a fisting video I’d see of a guy taking a huge hand and cock in his ass. I wanted that. The fingers were removed, and the guy said, “let’s get you fully tweaked,” as he shoved another shard, not as big, but equally strong, up my ass. He then pulled his fingers out, and slid his PA and cock in my hole. He was thicker than any of the first guys and even with the shard running through me, I grunted from the stretch. I could feel the still melting shard get pushed deeper with his cock. He did not waste time. He began pounding my hole for all he was worth. I’m sure the PA was tearing me apart. I began pushing back to meet his thrusts, begging him to fuck me hard and to breed me. I heard a new voice, not having heard anyone come in. “Fuck man, pound him out.” The guy fucking me stopped and spoke to the new guy, though I couldn’t understand anything. Suddenly, the guy who was fucking me pulled out. I begged him to fuck me, but his response was telling me to shut the fuck up. I was waiting for the new guy to fuck me, but nothing happened. I was starting towery that they were leaving. “Where’s the blindfold?” the new guy asked. I told him and he tossed it on the bed, “Put it on.” When it was on I felt one of the guys get on the bed next to me. I then was pulled across his body so that I was straddling his dick. I knew it was the new guy, since there was no PA. T guy/PA guy asked the new guy, “you party?” He answered, “No, I get tested. But you can.” I felt another shard get pushed into my hole. This was as big as the first, and just as powerful. I started to lose control, begging the guy I was on to fuck me. “Ride my dick if you want it bitch.” I grabbed his dick, lined it up with my hole and dropped myself down. His was the biggest dick of the night. Easily 9” and thicker then the T guy. I lifted up and dropped down several times, enjoying the stretch from his dick. After several of these moves, he grabbed me by the shoulders, slamming me down as hard as he could. At first, I thought he was getting ready to cum, but they had something different in mind. With my ass ground into the crotch of the new guy, T guy came behind me and told me, “Lean down bitch. We have a surprise for you.” I leaned down, as much as I was pulled forward by the guy on the bed and pushed by T guy. I knew immediately what they planned and I whimpered to them to stop. I couldn’t possibly take both of their dicks. In almost unison, they told me to shut the fuck up. “Now it’s time to make that hole a cunt. We’re gonna stretch you to the limit.” I felt the PA at my hole and again begged them to stop. I was immediately smacked on the back of the head. “The only sound I want to hear out of you is your groans as I rip your hole apart. Do you understand?” This night had taken a turn I did not plan for. “Yes, Sir.” With that, the destruction began. The PA pressed against my hole

I had never seen it before, but as I scrolled through grindr the other day I came across an interesting profile. "Piggy +" was all it said. There was a pic of a handsome, hairy guy and a few random details. Curious (and horny), I hit him up. As I often do, I sent him two pics to show what I was looking for: the first was of a raw cock buried in my hole, the second was of my hole dripping cum afterward. He took a few minutes to respond and at first I wondered if he was interested, but in response to my pics, I received a pic of a thick uncut hog next to a 12 oz soda can. The cock was longer than the soda can, and it didn't look like it was much thinner! Turned out that he works pretty close to me, but I hadn't seen him before because he just re-joined the app after a long time away from it. We exchanged messages for a while as he was able. He finished work at 4:00 so naturally, I invited him to come by and unload when he did. He readily agreed. We chatted a while longer and agreed that I would undress and wait ass-up just inside the door to my apartment. I spent the afternoon making sure I was clean and ready to take the pounding I hoped he would give me. A few minutes after 4:00, he messaged to say he was on his way. I unlocked the door, undressed, and squirted some lube up my hole just for good measure. I had laid out a sheet on the floor of my living room, and I got down on all 4's on it to await his arrival. Footsteps in the hallway and then the doorknob turned. I heard this stranger enter my apartment. He paused; I hoped he was admiring the view of my slightly gaped hole staring back at him. After a moment I heard the familiar rustle as he shed his clothes. A finger slid effortlessly into my slicked-up pucker, then two. He slid them in and out for a bit before withdrawing them. Then I felt his tongue instead. He licked my hole, sucking on it a bit, and darting his tongue in and out almost like a lizard. It felt amazing! I didn't want this treatment to end, but soon he spoke his first words: "I need to breed this hole." Music to my ears! I heard the click of the lube cap and then a pressure on my hole. I took a few huge huffs from my brown bottle as the head of this enormous member popped inside me. Without stopping, he slid all the way in until he was balls-deep. The tip caressed my prostate over and over as he began rhythmically sliding in and out, in and out. The precum ran in rivers from my cock, soaking the sheet beneath me. It was sheer heaven! Gradually, he picked up the pace and as he did so, he grabbed my hips. Soon he was pounding me relentlessly, his body slapping against mine each time he thrust deep inside me. I clenched my hole around his shaft and felt it get harder. He was about to cum! With a moan, he began dumping his warm cum deep in my guts, his cock jerking and spasming against my still-tightened sphincter. At last the spasms subsided and he slowly withdrew. I spun around and cleaned him off with my mouth, in customary fashion. Without another word, he dressed. Headed for the door, he paused for a second and said, "The plus sign on my profile IS what you think it is." Then he was gone. I felt a chill of excitement wash over me. I grabbed a toy, a 6" dildo that I've had for years. For the next five minutes I plunged it in and out of my hole, stopping occasionally to clean the poz cum and my ass juices off before plunging it back inside me. When I had seen the "+" sign on his profile that it meant he was poz. Now that I knew, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I couldn't stop playing with myself. Eventually I jerked off, knowing that if his seed took, my load would soon be toxic too. I messaged him on grindr about an hour later. "Hot time, you're welcome anytime you need to breed an ass." His response was simply the purple, grinning devil emoji followed by a pig snout. I very much hope this becomes a regular thing.

Hi ! I never used 1 or 2 of them - but seeing them now - wishing I had my brown bottle of Poppers - ready to have my cunt hole be used - tel me more - more - Please !

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Decided for 2022 to masturbate as less as possible. Up to now it makes me so horny that my hookups are way more hot. Previous years I already jacked off 3 times when waking up to being my hornyness down. Today during lunchbreak got a text from a regular bottom who wanted a quick load down his throat and to piss all cum away afterwards. Went to his appartment but was sooo horny and hard right away that i couldn’t piss. He sucked me so good and he got rewarded with a mouth full of cum. Lunchbreak succeeded.

Took my second load of the new year. Was being my usual slutty fat chub load taking self when I got a text to be ass up for a dik. I complied and got rewarded with a good fuck from a skinny guy who breed my hole. Nice thik Latino dik. Was able to keep his cub in me most of the night.

This sounds great! I have an excel spreadsheet that is a similar idea but this is much more user-friendly. If only it were available for Android

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This is complete and total fiction. I have no idea what the real sexuality or status of Zac Efron is. I just really wanted to write this story because of how hot the idea of a young hot celebrity getting pozzed is. It is my first story here and my first post, I hope you all enjoy. Zac Efron was hard. His fat cock dripped pre cum in his hand as he rubbed the shiny knob back and forth. In his head was an image of the boys of One Direction bending at the waist and presenting him their five hot, young holes. Each one was lubed up and had their legs and cheeks spread, boy holes ready and willing for Zac to lick and suck, finger and fuck. Back and forth rubbed his hand as his imagination sunk more and more in to depravity. In his mind the boys were busy fingering each other, using more and more lube until they were happily fisting themselves in an orgy of young twink celebrities. It was very naughty of Zac to be doing what he was doing. He wasn’t at home, or even in real privacy. He was in the living room of some muscular hunk he’d met, Henry. Henry was over 6feet tall, and was so muscular. He must have worked out every day to have such huge arms and pecs. Zac had six pack abs himself, but Henry was rocking eight. He knew it was risky for him as the All American straight boy celebrity, but he just couldn’t say no to a tall muscle hunk. They’d met at a party of a mutual friend, and then gone on to hit some more bars, with Zac getting far too drunk, so Henry had bought him home and dumped him on the sofa. Henry was feeling positive for the first time in weeks. So many sluts he’d brought home recently had run away once they knew he was poz. Fucking silly bitches had no idea what they were missing out not allowing him to set them free. Rising from his bed, he caught sight of himself in the mirror he had set up in his bedroom. His tanned skin was pulled tight over his hard abs and large pecs. Stubble graced his chin where he hadn’t shaved and his black boxer bulged at front and back as they struggled to hold in his thick uncircumcised cock and muscular arse. He knew he was fit, that was why he was bisexual. No point in confining himself to just one sex. Especially when he had so much to give, his own special gift that he liked to pass around to everyone he slept with. Casually scratching at his heavy, toxic balls, he left his bedroom and headed downstairs. Zac was miles away. His casual rub through the sleeping bag had become a full on sexual wank. His hand was inside his briefs and was rubbing his cock over and over. His other hand was down, still inside his briefs, but under his balls and rubbing at his arse. As far as Zac knew, he was the only one awake, if Henry came down, he could quickly hide himself. Right now though, the only person he cared about coming was himself. Henry crept slowly down the stairs. His head still hurt if he moved too fast, plus he was considerate and didn’t want to wake Zac if he was still asleep. As Henry reached the bottom of the stairs, he was shocked to find the thin, younger celebrity lying back on the sofa, running his hands around inside his briefs, and, most shocking of all, was clearly fingering his butthole. Henry felt like Christmas had come early. Here was a fucking fit young lad, on his sofa, clearly jerking off and loving the feeling of having his finger buried deep in his young bum. Henry descended the rest of the stairs and coughed as he reached the bottom. Zac had been caught. Here was Henry, standing a few feet away from him, and here he was on a sofa with his hands in his briefs, clearly aroused. Two choices ran through Zac’s head: 1) Hide himself and laugh it off or 2) Draw his hands out of his briefs and invite Henry to replace them. Fuck it, he knew he shouldn’t, but Number Two it was. Zac slowly slid his hands out of his briefs and worked them over the thin, tight body. He ran them over his pale abs and over his pecs, tweaking at his nipples. He left one hand there, while he moved the other, the hand that had been playing with his arse, to his mouth and slowly started to suck on his fingers. “You just going to stand there man,” Zac called to Henry, “Or are you going to come and give me a hand?” Henry replied “You only want a hand?” “I’ll take everything you have,” said Zac as he tweaked his nipple and let a soft moan leave his lips. Henry smirked to himself, wondering just how much Zac knew he was going to get. Henry walked forward slowly. He massaged his bulging black boxers as he did so and his cock was growing to full hardness. This was awesome. What more could he have wanted than this obvious cock slut being in front of him? As Henry reached the sofa he reached down and pulled Zac to his feet, mashing their lips together, sliding his tongue out and in to Zac’s mouth. Zac returned the kiss and the two guys swapped spit as they mashed their hard cocks together in their underwear. The black of Henry’s boxers bulged obscenely and were a marked contrast to the white of the briefs which contained Zac’s hardness. Henry grabbed at Zac’s brief clad arse and ground himself into the hard cock that he could feel through the thin cotton of the briefs and his own boxers. The bulges rubbed together and both lads groaned into the mouth of the other as they continued to kiss. Henry pulled back from the kiss and spit in to Zac’s mouth. Zac, slut boy that he is, swallowed and begged for more. Henry couldn’t help but comply. Zac moved his hands to Henry’s chest and started to rub and pull at Henry’s nipples and hard, built pecs. He pulled back from Henry’s kissing and moved his head down to the right nipple. He took the erect nub into his mouth and slowly started to suck, while using his tongue to tease the end. So engrossed in sucking the tit, Zac didn’t even notice the black biohazard tattoo that surrounded the nipple, and even if he had, the dumb young celebrity didn’t have a clue what it meant. Henry loved this. He loved having a guy appreciate his chest. He spent ages working out every day to make sure that his body looked in pristine condition. “You like my muscles Zac?” Henry asked, as Zac continued to lick and suck away. Zac released the nipple, smiled up at Henry with a cheeky grin and replied “Too fucking right.” “Here you go then, lick away,” Henry said as he flexed his muscles. Zac licked away at the tensing chest muscles, licking up into an armpit and down to a bulging bicep. He loved that this muscular guy was letting him have his way and lick, suck and explore whatever he wanted. His cock was rock hard in his briefs and he was in serious danger of spunking himself without even touching his dick. Henry was loving the silky feeling of a hot tongue moving over his body. It felt good on his nipples, good in his armpit, good on his bicep and he knew it was going to feel damn good when he got it on his cock. Pushing on Zac’s head, he forced the younger man to his knees and thrust his bulged boxers into Zac’s face. Zac immediately continued to lick and suck away, through the boxer shorts that confined the cock in front of him. Zac raised his hands and pulled the boxers down Henry’s thighs. Henry’s hard cocked slapped up onto his hard stomach. It was uncircumcised and when Zac pulled the skin back, revealed a lovely purply pink knob. The heavy knob head leaked precum, which ran down in copious amounts. Zac had never seen such a lovely cock; in fact he hadn’t even seen an uncircumcised cock before. Now here was one in front of him, and it was leaking more precum than he had ever seen a cock leak. It was literally like a leaky tap with the amount of clear liquid that was dripping from the end. Zac ran his tongue up and down the sides of the cock, tasting Henry’s skin. The precum that he could taste tasted different to the precum of the lads he’d sucked in the past. It had a slightly tangier taste, but it was a taste that was unmistakably male and unmistakably hot. What Zac didn’t know was that he was licking up toxic poz precum, taking in to his mouth the hot DNA of an infected muscle stud in heat. The length was close to 10inches, it had to be as Zac could hardly get it down his throat. He knew he could take 8inches, but this was a struggle. The knob was thick and it pushed at the sides of his throat as he tried to deepthroat it down to the balls. As he tried to do this, he slipped his hands up Henry’s legs and played with his balls, tickling them gently with his fingertips. Henry looked down and loved the sight of the struggling younger man trying to please him by sucking his hard poz cock. He believed that effort deserved reward, so he pulled Zac off his cock, pulled him up, kissed him hard so as to taste his own precum and then pushed Zac back on to the sofa. Henry dropped to his knees before the hot ripped young guy and buried his face into the briefs in front of him. He could smell that it was likely not the first time that the briefs had been worn, but this just turned him on more. He sucked at the knob that he could taste through the briefs before pulling them down and engulfing Zac’s dick to the root in one go; his nose was tickled by Zac’s pubes and his large square jaw rested on Zac’s full balls. Henry moved his head up and down the cock, using his tongue to work the sides and the knob, sucking up the sparse in comparison precum and slowly moving his hands in circles over Zac’s young arse globes. He spread his fingers and moved them closer and closer the crack and to the hole he knew he would find there. Sticking the middle finger from each of his hands into the crack, he located the hole and, without warning, simply pressed them both in to the hole. He knew he needed to be a bit rough in order to make sure that his poz load, clearly heading up this hole later, would take. Zac groaned and shot spunk down Henry’s throat. He was awestruck by how quickly he had cum; shooting his cream from just having some fingers shoved in to his arse. He couldn’t believe that, but it felt so good. Henry loved the taste of the neg cum on his tongue, but he had other plans for it. Pulling off Zac’s cock, he stood up and grabbed Zac’s ankles, lifting his legs. He then dropped back to his knees, but placed Zac’s legs over his shoulders. This allowed him to see clearly Zac’s tight pucker. Henry spat the spunk he had just received from Zac’s cock on to Zac’s arsehole. “I only do this bareback, no condoms in this house,” stated Henry as he scratched at Zac’s hole with his finger nails, “is that ok?” Zac didn’t even hear what Henry was saying, all he could see was the towering mountain of muscle, the thick arms, huge pecs, rippling abs and huge cock. He nodded his head and told Henry to fuck him as hard as he could. Henry smiled; he had a fucking cum slut here and one that clearly didn’t mind taking a charged load. His tattoo was big and obvious, Zac must have seen it and yet he was still agreeing to go bare. Henry snickered to himself. Who knew Zac Efron was a little chaser bitch? He stood up and thrust his long bare poz dick in to the hole, using the cum as lube, nothing else lube but Zac’s neg cum and dripping sweat. Henry planned to rip that hole up. Zac felt like he was being split in two, but the feeling that he had got from just Henry’s finger were multiplied as he felt the thick uncircumcised knob rub over his prostate again and again. He moaned and groaned about on the sofa, aware that he was making a lot of noise but not caring because he was embracing the fact that he was a true born cock slut. He loved the feeling of cock in his mouth or up his arse. He wanted to do this all the time. Forget girls, it was all about cock for Zac from now on. He never wanted Henry to cum as that thick cock felt so good up his tight hole. He started to flex his anal muscles and squeeze down on Henry, raising his arse to meet the thrusts into it. “Harder......please......fuck me harder,” groaned out Zac as his prostate took another hit. Henry started to really thrust in and out. He was battering the arse on his cock and was loving every minute. It felt so good to just be able to let loose and just fuck. Nothing felt better than to just pound away at some tight man arse. It was always tighter than pussy and guys who limited themselves were just missing out. He looked down at Zac squirming below him. He could see how much Zac was enjoying it from the way he was breathing and moaning; his body thrashing about and clearly loving the cock that was literally rabbit pounding his prostate. “You love my cock up you don’t you Zac?” Asked Henry as he ground in against the boy’s prostate. “Fuck, yes, uhgn, Zac grunted back, “harder, please.” “Yeah, you like my poz cock up you, you want this fucking hot toxic load deep in you,” grunted Henry, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. “Wait…..what?” Zac asked, “What do you mean poz, do you have HIV?” The panic in his voice was palpable, the silly celebrity cock whore suddenly connecting the dots over the biohazard tattoo. Henry laughed, could Zac really not have known? Was he really lucky enough to be fucking such a hot little naïve cunt? Could he really not know what the tattoo meant? That just turned him on more and he started to really hammer the tight hole stretched obscenely round his huge cock. His muscles flexing, veins popping and sweat dripping he looked down at Zac Efron beneath him: “You bet I’’ve got HIV and when I’m done with you, so will you. Gonna set you free slut, gonna make it so you can take loads all the time…or would you rather I stop?” As he said this, Henry stopped thrusting and just held himself, his cock balanced at Zac’s hole, the head pressed in and the hole popping, but nothing but the knob inside. Henry could clearly see him cock was smeared with blood and some brown ass juice and it was taking all his self-control not to just plough Efron and poz him up regardless of what he wanted. Zac was scared, he didn’t want HIV….did he? If he was poz, he could get fucked at any time and not worry about anything, and this huge cock felt so good, did he really not want to finish the fuck? Possibly because of the leftover booze in his system or possibly just because he was a born slut, Zac Efron, celebrity heartthrob and wank fantasy to millions looked up at the muscle daddy fucking him and said three little words…”Poz me up.” That was all Henry needed, he started to pound harder and harder, telling little Zac just how much he was going to enjoy being poz, how being free was the best gift in the world and how, if the load took, he’d be able to share his strain with plenty of other young celebrities. Zac kept up with the dirty talk his end, begging the big stud to breed him, to make him a dirty poz whore. In his mind, his imagination flipped back to the boys of One Direction and how hot it would be to make his way through them, pozzing each one of them just like he was being pozed now. This made his cock extremely hard and had him begging Henry to fill him with a toxic load. Henry reached down and grabbed Zac’s cock. He jerked it no more than five times before Zac shot spunk high in to the air. As his arse tightened and clenched around the invader thrusting in to it, Henry came hard, spurting his dirty poz spunk deep into Zac’s bruised and torn colon. “Take my dirty AIDS load you bitch, pozzing you up good now, take it, take my cum,” screamed Henry as he shot load after load in to the battered celebrity hole. As the two men collapsed on to each other, Zac’s spunk sticking them together, they kissed and licked sweat from each other’s bodies, Henry keeping his fat cock stuffed in the boy’s hole, slowly humping from time to time, just to shake up the poz cum that was being absorbed by Zac Efron’s anal walls. As the two drifted off to sleep; each dreaming of who else they could bring over to introduce to their new activities, Zac was so happy and relaxed, he began to piss himself, spraying Henry and his own body with his yellow liquid. This just got Henry hard again and without a word he started fucking the boy again. Zac smiled, knowing a second load would increase the chances of him becoming the poz whore he now wanted to be.

Eroswired supplied far more content, but I do have a page on my own speculums with some great pictures of them in use on my blog. That would be here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/03/equipment-close-up-speculum.html And the last time I used the medium sized one:

A newer item on my bucket list is checked. I sucked off a guy in a mall’s bathroom (Westend City Center). Besides his cum was tasty, heavy and plentiful, it was exciting to have sex in the disability cubicle.

Let me start by saying I support your choice whether or not to come out, 100%. I will note that straight people "proclaim their sexuality" all day, every day. Single guys talk about the girl they took out (or hooked up with) the previous weekend. Single women talk about the hot date (or the loser guy) that they went out with. When things get serious, the women gossip over whether he's going to propose. When he does, they're flashing the ring and talking about the wedding plans. The shower invites are posted on the departmental bulletin board. Everyone knows when they're out of the office for the wedding and/or honeymoon. If and when a baby is expected, they're all over discussing it (with a repeat of the shower deal). And almost always, throughout, there's the pictures. Family pics on desk surfaces, on screen savers, on phones. In other words, straight people make it clear that they're straight, day in and day out. Incessantly. We just are so inured to it that we don't notice - it's like the air we breathe. That's not to say, again, that you "need" to come out. It's just that you're choosing not to do the exact things they do all the time.

Mine came from the Leatherman in New York. I just checked and they are selling two versions, though not the Collins, like mine. I far prefer the medical grade stainless steel to the plastic versions. I would check medical supply stores, stores that carry BDSM equipment and fetish leather stores (Mr. S, etc.)

I normally go to bathhouses for a fuck but today i had my first face down ass up at my own place. It didn't took long to find a top on planet romeo 🙂 I was waiting naked with my ass up and the door open when he send a message that he was coming in. Sniffed some poppers and he start fucking bare, i give him a blowjob too... But he sadly didn't came. He couldn't and i respect that. But i'm actually happy he didn't came because 5 minutes later my sister arrived at my place and she has a key 😂 😂 It was a nice fuck, he went deep in my ass.

Did he cum back as promised. Great story. Thanks for sharing

I remember, and my apologies for not digging it out earlier. Mine is similar to your second-pictured one, except it has a pistol grip expansion with a faceted, curved ratchet-like device to keep it at the desired stretch. One squeeze on the handle, and it opens up one "click" more. Sort of like an old fashioned oil or grease gun. I must have bought it at IML many years ago. Not every bottom likes the idea, and I've never forced it on a guy (obviously). Since I seldom fist a hole, and since I'm not swinging a huge Cock, it's never really been used all that much, and I'm not all that interested in beginners.

Went over a friends apartment for game night on Monday to relax after the first work day post the holidays. We played some video games and talked shit until his girl went out to her friends house. As soon as she was gonna I had his dick in the back of my throat. We wrestled on the living room floor taking turns and sucking each other off. He finally managed to pin me down and pushed his thick 9.5 inch black dick inside me. I let out a loud moan as he started to fuck me. After some times I rolled him over and started riding his dick feet on the ground dropping my ass on it balls deep every time. The doorbell rang and we both looked Ike’s towards the door behind us. I looked back down at him and continued to ride him. We were panting and moaning. The doorbell rang again. He said it was probably the pizza he ordered. I pulled off his dick and he went to answer the door. I chilled in the couch while he cracked the door open to take the pizza from the delivery guy. Once he closed it he threw the pizza on the table and came over lifted my legs on his shoulders and sunk his throbbing dick inside my hole again. After some time he pushed his dick inside me and began to cum. I felt his dick throb with every rope of cum he shot inside me. He chilled nude had some pizza and fucked two more times before his gf came back home after a few hours.

"Please use some more lube Benny. You're so big." A cold glob landed on my hole and Benny pushed it in with his thumb, which slipped in easily. I exhaled and was suddenly exhilarated and insanely horny again. "Fuck my ass Benny." "...Before I change my mind" I laughed. His big dick was inside me again. "Don't worry, I know you won't" he laughed. He fucked me more gently but his penis still felt impossibly huge. "Fuck you're so big." "You're doing great. I can tell you're a born cumslut." I liked that idea. Getting bred by Benny and whatever other hard dicks wanted to explode in me. I rubbed my cock and balls as Benny used me. He picked up the pace and slapped my ass, hard. "I gotta fuck more straight guys." Smack. "I can't wait to bust in you and send you home to Sara." Smack. That didn't make me feel great. "Take it easy, Benny. Please don't bruise me." "Sorry baby, I'm almost there." He slapped against my ass a couple more times and then he told me he was cumming. I arched my back and got ready to finish this experience. **** I tossed my clothes into the hamper and walked into the bedroom naked. Phew, Sara wasn't here. I quickly grabbed some flannel pj pants and a tshirt and pulled them on, almost panicked. ***** He pulled out and rubbed his cock against my asshole. I realized he wasn't wearing a condom anymore. I twisted around. "What the fuck?" Benny was impassive. "You took off the condom?!" I demanded. "Sorry, I took it off when you asked for more lube." "And you came in me?!" "Hey, relax, ok? You wanted it. You'll be fine. And you need to go home to Sara. So relax." Fuck. Sara. He was right about that. I pulled on my clothes and got up to walk out. Benny got in my face. "You look like you just got fucked. You need to relax before you go home. I'm sorry for cumming in you but it's gonna be okay unless you fuck things up." "OK Benny you're right." I splashed cold water on my face and got ahold of myself. I beelined to the door. "Hey take a few more --" I ignored him and left. ***** I wanted to curl up in bed but I knew I should try to smooth things over with Sara. I came out of the bedroom and found Benny and my wife talking--she was laughing at something he'd just said. "Hey! I came by to apologize to Sara for being a bad influence. I promised her--no more weed!" I laughed weakly. "I'm going to hit the sack. Come to bed soon, honey."

Chapter 2 It was evening by the time I arrived at my brothers. I pulled up outside his house, turned my car off and just stared into space. Seriously, what the fuck was I doing here. My brother was basically a stranger. It had been at least 30 years since I'd seen him in person. I was seconds away from starting the car and leaving when there was a knock on my window. It scared the shit out of me and I let out a small scream. My brother was standing outside my car with a huge stupid grin on his face. I rolled down the window. "Damnit Matt, you scared the shit out of me." He started laughing. "Well little brother you've been sitting out here for over a half an hour. The neighbors were starting to think you were casing the area." I looked at my phone and saw I had indeed been parked in front of his house for way too long. "Holly shit, I guess I lost track of time." Matt opened my car door. "Come on. Enough stalling, time to come inside." I got out of the car and he quickly engulfed me in his arms. He whispered in my ear, "damn, I'm glad you're here!" As we approached the house a nice looking guy came out to meet us. "Zac, this is my husband Thomas." Next thing I knew I was engulfed in a bear hug. Okay they were huggers, just great. This was more human contact than I'd received in years. At first I stiffened then I slowly found myself melting into his strong arms. Okay that was different. He finally released me and we all walked into the house. My brother looked me up and down and said, "you look...I mean wow it's so good to see you." That definitely broke my shell and I started laughing. He looked mortified. "It's okay, I know I look like shit compared to you two." I should stop here and describe my brother and his husband. They were both easily over 6 feet tall; compared to my 5'4". They looked like they spent a lot of time in the gym; I can't remember the last time I saw the inside of one but definitely needed too. I'd kind of let myself go the last few years. They had several tattoos that I could see; while my skin was a blank canvas. So basically we were polar opposites. I seemed to take after my mom while my brother looked just like my dad. "No way little brother, you look a little tired but other than that you look good. Damn it's so good to see you again." He grabbed me in another bear hug. God that felt good. "Come on let me give you the 5 cent tour." He proceeded to show me the first floor which contained the kitchen, living room, master bedroom and a guest room they were using as an office. I was starting to get a little worried about where they were going to put me, thinking I really shouldn't have come when he said, "we saved the best for last," and lead me to a flight of stairs I had missed. We all walked downstairs into a small studio alcove like space. There was a small kitchen area, more like a bar space with a cozy living room setup and the bed was tucked away in a small space behind french doors hiding it away. "Wow this is great," I said as I took it all in. "You even have your own entrance that opens out to the patio. The bathroom's over there and on the other side of the stairs is our gym. Please make yourself comfortable, if you need anything let us know and help yourself to anything in the fridge. Please just make yourself at home. Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat.” "Thanks, I’m good for now. If you don’t mind I think I’m just going to crash for the evening. I think all this is catching up to me.” So I guess this was my new life. My brother and his husband were perfect hosts. We interacted a bit and I’d have dinner with them about once a week but for the most part I kept to myself. I had found a pretty good rhythm. I’d spend 2 hours looking for a new job, then I’d spend 2 hours in their gym working on me, and then I’d do it all over again till was time for dinner. I’d been there about a month when I had my first real breakthrough on the job front. I had a second interview tomorrow for a position I was actually excited about. It was our weekly dinner together so I made my way upstairs. Matt and Thomas were just putting the finishing touches on dinner. I’d noticed over the last couple of weeks they had both started wearing just shorts to dinner. I mean not that I minded. Hell if I looked as good as them I wouldn’t wear a shirt either. I mean it wasn’t like I stared at their muscular hairy chests all night. Well maybe just half the night. Ok that's just weird. "So what time is your interview tomorrow?" Thomas asked. "Nine. They told me to expect to be there for about half the day so I'm hoping that's a good sign." "Well I'm working from home tomorrow so come tell me how it goes when you get home." My brother shook his head. "It not fair you get to find out before me. I'm his brother." "Guys it's just an interview. I promise if I get the job I'll tell you both at the same time." My brother smiled at me at and said, "now we just need to find you a date." If I'd been drinking i would have shot water everywhere. "Yeah thanks but I'm good." "He doesn't need a date he just need to get laid." "Thomas no I'm good really. You both don't need to worry about my sex life. In fact, please don't worry about my sex life." "Oh come on, when was the last time you get laid?" "Matt," I stammered, "that's really none of your business." "Oh my God. Now we have to know. Come on seriously how long ago?" Thomas asked grinning like a damn cat. "I don't know it's been a while." "How long's awhile? Three, six, nine months?" "I can't believe we're having this conversation." They both looked at me and I could tell they weren't going to let this go. I thought about it for a few seconds and then said, "holy shit, I think the last time I had sex was before I moved down into our basement." "And when was that?" Matt asked. "Ummm about ten years ago." "What the fuck!" They both said at the same time. "Are you fucking kidding me? Please at least tell us you're jacking off each night." "Well not really. I mean I do, maybe every couple of months, but I'm not really that sexual." Thomas recovered first and said, "are you sure you two are related because your brother can't go very long before he has to stick his dick in something." "Hey, I'm not that bad." He stopped for a second then got a huge grin on his face. "No you're right. My dick loves to bred a tight hole or not so tight. He's not picky." Oh my God I was turning bright red. I had to get out of there. "Ummm as interesting as this conversation has become I think I'm going to turn in so I'm well rested for tomorrow." I got up and left the table and quickly headed for the stairs but not before I heard Thomas say, "hon we really need to get him laid." I was so embarrassed and what the fuck, my dick was hard. I made it though the interview and was feeling pretty good. Based on what the last guy I met with said, I had really good feeling about the job. Now it’s just the waiting game. I was feeling so good I really wanted to tell someone so instead of going into the house through the basement like I normally did, I went in through the back door to go find Thomas. I walk down towards the office but could hear some moaning coming from the bedroom. I slowly looked in through the partially closed door. There was Thomas naked on top of somebody who was not my brother with his rather large cock going in and out of a guy's ass who, did I mention was not my brother. Holy shit he wasn't wearing a condom. I didn't know much about gay sex but I was pretty sure he should've been using a condom. Thomas was cheating on my brother. Oh my God seriously how big is his dick? The other guy was moaning like crazy and saying, "that's it daddy give me that toxic cum, knock me up." I had to get out of there before they saw me. I snuck back down the hallway and went downstairs before I got caught. I suddenly had two thoughts. First, what the fuck was I going to tell my brother and second, why the fuck was my dick so hard?

Dom top dad 51 will be in NYC in a couple of weeks with my two bfs, 22 bttm vers on prep and 21 bttm who’s off prep and willing to get aids as his gift to me this Christmas. Where do we go for big groups of raw fun?

I'd live to chat with you about it. I completely relate. I live how you sucked the bull's cock in between him impregnating your boyfriend.

John and Matt wake up in the morning. John is really hungover. Matt is a bit hungover. John is also incredibly embarrassed about having sex in front of a room of people. Matt is embarrassed because John is embarrassed. Matt wants to go to the parade, but John wants to go home and sleep off the hangover. The boys kiss and part ways agreeing to meet for dinner. Matt slips on some running shorts and a tank top and sneakers to go to the parade. By the time he arrives, the parade is going. He sees the group from the party house and hangs out with them. They have a cooler of bloody marys and Matt drinks. His hangover is going away as the parade goes by. Matt regularly feels hands on his ass as he hangs out with this group. At first, he pushes them away but as he relaxes and drinks his bloody marys; he lets the hands roam. Matt is getting turned on by all the attention. Matt leans over the barricade a bit to see the next floats go by and a band. As they do, Matt feels a very large cock pressed on his ass crack. He lets it stay there. It is very hard. The owner of the cock rubs it on Matt’s ass crack, Matt spreads his legs to leg the cock have more room. Matt feels a finger slide up inside his running shorts and finds his hole. The finger slips into his ass and the guy says, “Is his cum still inside you from last night?” Matt knows it’s the host from the party – an older guy with a beer belly and greying hair, but he doesn’t care. Matt answers, “Maybe.” A few minutes later, Matt’s naked behind a dumpster getting fucked bareback by the party host’s big cock. The host says, “All those months I wanted your ass and you teased me, but here you are naked behind a dumpster taking my raw cock. You like my big dick in you?” Matt moans, “Yes.” The party host’s belly is on Matt’s back as his raw cock is buried in his ass. Matt is moaning loudly as the party host is sawing his large cock in and out of Matt. The party host says, “Not going to last long in you. Do you want me to shoot inside you?” Matt pushes his ass back and says, “Do it. Shoot in my ass.” The party host cums in Matt’s hole. Matt feels the cock pull out of him, rests his body on the brick wall in front of him, and looks back to see the host’s cock. He sees the large cock slipping from his ass coated in cum. Matt says, “My ass feels so open from your cock.” Matt and the host chuckle. Matt pulls up his running shorts and finds his tank top. As they head back to the street, the parade is ending and the host’s roommate and his friends are hauling the cooler back to the apartment. Matt helps them home and says his goodbyes. He is tipsy from the bloody marys, but wants to get home. John and Matt meet up that night, eat, fuck, sleep. The boys talk about their public sex and decide they will ask the host to delete the photos. The following week, John’s job announces they decided to accept his transfer to Austin. John’s company had a training program attached to University of Texas, Austin for which John had applied. It’s a fairly rigorous work/Masters program. Matt is sad. John is excited, but sad to leave Matt. The talk about making it work long distance. Matt is apprehensive, but he knows John is going to leave for Austin. If Matt wants John, this is what he has to accept. John would normally need to be in Austin later in the summer, but he decides to go early to get settled in. As Spring rolls into Summer, John is settled in Austin. Matt comes for a visit. The boys fuck all weekend. John cums in Matt every time. Matt loves feeling John’s cock pulse as it shoots cum inside him. Its become one of his favorite sensations. Matt and John are sad when it comes time to part. Matt says he can come back in a few weeks. John and Matt chat online almost every day and talk a couple times a week. One day, Matt comes home to a couple missed calls from John and a message. Matt calls him back and John picks up. John’s voice is off. He says, “Matt. I tested positive for gonorrhea. You need to get tested.” Matt is dumbstruck. He says he had just been tested prior to meeting John, but he will get tested again. John says, “I think it was one of the guys I’ve messed around with since I got to Austin, but I wanted to let you know.” The words hit Matt like he was punched in the stomach. Matt groans. John asks if Matt is ok. Matt is quiet, but finds his words. “John, you have been sleeping with other people? I thought we weren’t doing that. We only fuck bareback. You are always shooting inside me. I’ve trusted you.” John is offended. He says, “Matt you rode me bareback the first time we met. You never asked for exclusivity. You love getting fucked raw. Guys who fuck raw get STDs. I know I’m not the only guy who has fucked you bareback. You told me so. Don’t get all hurt because I’ve fucked other guys.” Matt gets angry. The boys fight. John hangs up on Matt. Matt goes and gets tested. Matt is less anxiety ridden at the clinic this time. He tells the counselor why he is there. He gets the safe sex lecture. The results come back – negative for everything. Fuck John. Matt calls him, leaves a message and says he is negative. John does not call back.

I'm a total sub bottom interested in the idea of chastity. Making it clear my cock doesn't matter for sex, and I'm just there to please tops is a major turn on. However what is it actually like? Do you still get horny? Does it hurt?

Sub bottom here. I've been fucked while wearing a chastity cage. Basically the longer I go without a regular orgasm, the hornier I get. The cage helps ensure that. I've found that after a week or so of being locked, I crave getting fucked so bad that it's all I can think about. It like my mind transforms into thinking with my cock to only wanting my ass played with. Guys seem to like fucking me when I'm caged too. They like that I can't get hard or stroke myself. As far as the actual sex, I will get hard when I'm getting fucked sometimes. Obviously the cage prevents that so soft I stay but I wouldn't say it's painful assuming it fit right. I have had the most amazing anal orgasm when getting fucked in the cage though. And the mind games of having a big hard cock fucking me that can cum when I can't it pretty amazing.

I'd like to have poz tops dump their loads in my ass

Ah yes, the Thai boys can be exceptional! If you can find it, the next time go for a B-course massage: You lay on your stomach, often on an air mattress where soap suds are applied. The boy lays on his stomach on top of you. The massage consisits of his using his whole body gliding over your back using the suds as a lubricant. Then, without you moving an inch, he glides under your body and does much the same from your underside. Sexy as hell! Near the end of this process penetration occurs and fluids exchanged. A couple of variations on this include the boy washing you down before and after (shower together) and/or a table massage afterwards. There are few places where you can get a B-course massage and fewer still that perform it properly. Expect the cost to be as much as double a regular massage.