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The Private Party So I was on that barebacking site, you know which one. I just happened to look at the Private Parties section. Usually these are organized by a bottom guy who is looking for tops and doesn't really want any other bottoms there. This time I was pleasantly surprised to find a party where not only was the organizer a versatile top, most of the other people signed up to attend were or were tops or versatile. And it wasn't just a couple of attendees, there were already 8 people signed up. I started to look at the profiles of the organizer and the other attendees. Very hot. I could already feel my little cock start to tingle in anticipation. I've always had a fantasy about showing up at a party like this and when I get there being locked into a chastity device and then into the kind of bondage spreader bar which leaves a guy ass up and helpless to prevent anyone from using him as they see fit. I messaged the host for an invitation and asked him if it was OK if I was locked in a chastity cage and a spreader bar, He messaged me back saying I was invited and that would be great. I went to the toy/lingere store near where I live that carries a fairly large assortment of bondage toys. I picked out a spreader bar that looked sturdy. The lady at the counter gave me a wink and a smirk as I paid. So now I'm getting ready for the party. Taking a shower, shaving myself in all the right places. Applying good smelling lotion. Thoroughly cleaning myself out with many enema bottles. Lubing up my hole and sliding a large plug in. Putting on my cage and locking it securely in place. Putting on a jock so my ass will be exposed and ready. When I get there the host greets me at the door and recognizes me since I am carrying a spreader bar. When I am inside I strip down and remove the plus. He takes my clothes and the plug, putting them in a bag for safe keeping. tells me I can go set up in a corner and he'll have someone help me get locked up. He motions over a guy dressed in leather gear and asks him if he'd give me a hand. He says he would love to. We go over in the corner and I get down on all fours and he fastens my arms and legs to the spreader bar. I am now ass up and totally helpless to stop anyone from having free access to my hole. Other guys are milling around, a few are making out and I hear the moans and groans of others as they are sucking each other off or fucking. The guy admires his handiwork and gives my ass a smack. Other people seem to notice and soon a group forms. The leather guy starts to slide his hard, thick dick up and down my crack until the tip catches my hole, then he slides it in making me groan out in pleasure. He starts a slow in-out motion and his dick is long enough it is hitting my prostate and soon it is making my little cock confined in its cage drool pre cum. Someone notices and says "Look at that sissy clit drip!" while he reaches down and wipes some up with his finger and then puts it to my mouth making me taste my own seed. After a while the leather guy fucking me starts to pick up his pace, his low hanging balls which had been slapping my taint pulling up tight to his body and I know I'm about to take his load. As I feel his cock throb and his cum blasting deep inside me he bends down to my ear and says "did the host tell you that this isn't just a bareback party, it is a conversion party?" I cry out "No!", but I should have known because so many of the attendees had status "Ask me". He rests for a second and says "Well, now you know, and there was your first poz load". He barely has a chance to pull out before another guy starts sliding his big dick into my now well used hole. One by one guys pound my ass and fill it with their hot loads, many of them telling me things like that they had stopped their meds weeks ago in anticipation of this party. I can feel lube and cum dribbling out of my ass and down my leg every time one of them pulls out. I lose track of how many loads I take, but it has to be close to a dozen. Eventually I hear the host tell me the party will be ending soon and it is his turn. I feel his dick slide into my now stretched out hole, but he has to be one of the biggest I've ever taken because it still stretches me out more. He pounds me long and hard and then groans out as he cums, telling me he had been waiting to seed me all night and that his VL was very high so it was the guarantee that I'd be knocked up for sure. He and the leather guy then release me from the spreader bar and I am handed the bag with my clothes in it. I dress, my little cock still trapped in its cage and then drive home. When I get there I unlock my cage and as I'm pulling my little cock I get an email from the host inviting me to next month's party. I can't wait.

I (like most bottoms), do all it takes to be as cleaned out as humanly possible. I will never bottom if I don't think I'm 100% ready to go. That said, even with all the cleaning and precautions, sometimes (thankfully very rarely) something (ahem) slips through the crack. You think it's "embarrassing" to ask a guy if he's clean? Imagine how most of us bottoms feel when this happens. To me, it's mortifying - not just because it's gross (it is) - but because I'm expecting the exact opprobrious (and frankly juvenile) reaction that you just substantiated. You can't consistently put your dick in other dudes' buttholes and realistically expect it to always come out clean. The last time this happened to me, after I apologized profusely, the goddamn gentleman of a top just shrugged it off and said "look, accidents happen." I'm sure he was as grossed out as I was, but that small kindess turned a tremendously humiliating situation into simply an unfortunate one. It was also a good reminder that although we all get caught up in these tropes -- cocky top, dutiful bottom -- we're all just human. Humans that poop. So Dear Tops, the next time you (inevitably) address this shituation, before you shame the "dirty" bottom who likely didn't set out earlier that night hell-bent to give you half a Dirty Sanchez-- keep in mind that he probably won't remember your cock, or "the disgusting smell that makes [you] throw up;" but he will remember the way you made him feel.

I don’t put my cunt into service until it’s clean inside. Doing otherwise is out of the question. Yes, washing out my insides is an unpleasant chore and involves not always eating when I want, but that’s the price of keeping a cunt ready for use. And Tops both notice and appreciate it - the three most common praises I get from Tops are that they love the way my ass feels, that I know how to take cock, and that I’m always clean.

It's time for the last of Ric's adventures or at least the tales of them. I think I've taken care of all of the loose ends. Chapter 7.4 - Movin On They'd been studying all week, trying to get ready for finals. The silence was broken when Mateo asked "Do you remember the first day we met?" "Yeah. I woke you up so you could take a shower and you said a bunch of flattering things not realizing they weren't just thoughts in your head. Why?" Ric asked. "One of your comments was that you would never take a partner over to the bathhouse, since that's a place to hook up. We've never gone together and I know you've been there a bunch of times" Mateo said. He paused and continued "I need a break before my brain explodes. How about you show me what the allure is?". "Are you sure? It's not really your kind of place. You usually hook up only after they pass your hundred question survey. That won't work very well there" Ric told him. "If I'm going to change my ways, I should learn from the master on how to meet someone for a few minutes of mindless sex" Mateo replied, grinning back at Ric. "I usually last a lot longer than that" Ric said, rubbing his growing bulge. An hour later, they were standing in line at the bathhouse, finding out that a lot of other students were needing some stress relief sex too. Ric noticed a guy a few people in front of them that looked a little familiar. At least his head and shape did. The large back and arm tattoos were what made him question it. When he heard the voice, he remembered instantly. Ric handed over his card and their IDs and smiled at the attendant. "He in the club too?" the attendant asked and Ric nodded. "Boyfriend. We share everything" Ric replied, laughing. The guy leaned forward and said "Three looking today. Really tall blond. Other is a polar bear with a collared boy. You might be only toxic guys tonight." He pushed the IDs and card back and gave Ric a wink. Mateo followed Ric into the locker room, mimicking his moves. He saw Ric looking over at a guy that had just secured his locker when Ric asked "Peter?" The guy stopped and turned, facing Ric. A smile grew over Peter's face and he chuckled a moment before saying "Ric! How's it going?" Ric and Mateo finished stripping as Ric talked to Peter. "What's with the ink? I almost didn't recognize you. I never thought of you as a tattoo guy" Ric said. "I guess that's another thing that I got from you. Tay got one too, but it's pretty small. My views have changed on a lot of things now that I'm poz. The quiet guy is gone and I'm living life to the fullest. It's been a lot more fun" Peter said. "How's Taylor doing? I haven't heard anything from him this year" Ric asked. "He's been running around the country. The job he got is trying to get three people's work out of him. I've seen him maybe four times this year. He's going to be in town next week to pack his stuff up" Peter said. "You stayed roommates even after he found a job?" Ric asked. "Yeah, it was a place for him to crash in between his work trips. All he did was sleep and do laundry there, though. Now that I'm graduating, we're letting the lease end. I love that place, but since I'm moving to the other coast he doesn't want to keep it by himself" Peter said. Ric looked at Mateo and raised his brows. Mateo grinned back at him. "Mind if I give you a call tomorrow about the apartment? We're trying to figure out what to do about next year. I liked your place and if the rent is decent, we might be able to swing a deal with Taylor" Ric said. "That would be great. I know he doesn't want to give it up, but can't swing it on his own. I'm sure he'd give you a deal as long as you keep his ass busy when he's there" Peter said. "That, we can definitely do" Ric replied. "I should have asked Tay for his card to get in here for free. The front desk guy always had some good suggestions on who to tap" "You been sharing?" Ric asked, not expecting Peter's comment. The grin on Peter's face answered Ric's question. "Just finished a couple, that's why I'm here. They're not feeling well, if you catch my drift. One knew and it's a surprise for the other. After watching some of these guys convert, I think I figured out when Taylor's bug got me. Mine was mild compared to some of them. Anyway... I'm in the mood to bottom today before I breed someone. Hopefully there are a few tops around. Have fun" Peter said. Ric watched Peter walk confidently out of the locker room into the hall and was surprised at the transformation. "A victim of yours?" Mateo asked. "Grandson, I guess. He was one of Taylor's. I never thought he'd become a breeder. He didn't take finding out very well, but I guess he's gotten over it" Ric said. They finished stuffing their clothes in the locker, grabbed their towels and wandered out into the bathhouse. As Ric walked down the hall he heard a familiar voice call out "Beg for it!" from one of the private rooms. The door was open and Ric peered inside, with Mateo looking around him. Scotty was feeding the guy's mouth and Dan was drilling the bottom. The bottom pulled off Scotty's hard cock just long enough to cry out "Breed me!" and then inhale Scotty's hard dick again. Dan looked up and winked at Ric and Mateo right before he thrust in and blew his load inside. Ric gave him a thumbs up and they continued on their way. They found the only really tall guy in the playroom sling with a small group waiting to drill his ass so Ric thought he'd check on him later. There were a few bottoms in private rooms offering up their holes, but Ric kept looking to see the entire menu. "What about that guy?" Mateo asked as they passed yet another room with a cute guy laying on the bed, fingering his hole. "Unless I have someone I'm looking for, I like to see what all the choices are, first" Ric explained. They passed the dark room and saw yellow tape over the doorway and the lights on inside. A cleaning cart was there and someone was scrubbing the place down wearing a hazmat suit. "Kinky" Mateo said, laughing. They finished the lap and Ric stopped. "Want to share the polar bear and his sub? There were a few others that I haven't done before so we could share one of them or split up" Ric said. "Think the bear is going to bottom? I really don't want to be a live sex show for him while we do his sub" Mateo said. "The guy at the front desk said they were both looking, but you're right, he might just be looking for someone to tag his sub. They were the only pair we saw, other than Dan and Scotty. We can ask..." Ric said. They went back to the polar bear's room and looked in. They were still in the same spots, the bear on the bed, slowly stroking his average sized cock and the sub kneeling on his towel on the floor, watching. The bear looked to be a few inches taller than Ric and Mateo, beefy with a covering of white hair over his entire front which matched the dense beard on his face. His head was shaved, but that was the only part they could see that was. The sub was thin and hairless except for a small trimmed bush and his long hair tied up in a bun. Mateo was standing next to Ric in the doorway when Ric asked "What you guys lookin for?" The sub didn't move but the bear looked over both Ric and Mateo and licked his lips. "Uh... you two probably are more interested in my boy but I'd like to feel at least one of those nice pieces in me too" he said. Mateo smiled and replied "That sounds like a much better idea. You ever get fucked next to your boy?" The bear nodded 'no' and said "Most guys around here aren't interested in an old guy's ass. Too many college boys to fuck if they need a bottom." "Then you're gonna be tight and hungry for some dick, huh?" Mateo asked. The bear nodded, looking a little embarrassed but as his dick hardened a bit more, Mateo knew it also aroused him. "Let's see how good those lips feel" Mateo said, walking into the room first. The bear moved to the edge of the bed, bending over to take Mateo's quickly hardening cock into his mouth. Ric followed and walked up to the sub, looking down at him. He hadn't said a word, yet Ric knew from his face that he was eager to try something bigger than his Dom's cock. Mateo enjoyed the talented tongue and lips as they played with his cock and piercing. He expected an older bear to be experienced and he was, expertly prepping his cock for the coming fuck. Ric found the sub much less experienced and struggling to take more than a couple inches into his mouth. He spent a lot of time working over the foreskin and head, but Ric wanted his whole shaft to get some attention. Ric got more aggressive and found that was the key. With his hands on the sub's head, he worked his cock in deeper until his cock was nudging into the sub's throat. Ric looked over and while Mateo was enjoying his oral servicing, he was having to work for it. He imagined the sub's other hole was going to be even more work to get into. The bear pulled off Mateo's cock and growled "Take the damn dick" at the sub, before he took a deep breath and slowly pushed his face back on to Mateo's shaft. The further his cock slid into the sub's throat, the more Ric was surprised at the bottom's need to please his Dom. He didn't even need to get his cock all the way into the guy's throat, he was saving that for his ass. Ric slowly plowed his cock in and out of the sub's throat a few more minutes before pulling his cock all the way out. He tilted the guy's head up and smiled at him. The sub looked worried at first, but once he saw Ric's smile he knew that Ric was satisfied. Satisfied for the moment. "Move forward to the bed but knees stay on the floor" Ric said calmly. The sub turned before moving closer and resting his arms on the edge of the bed before looking back. Ric nodded and knelt down behind him. Ric felt some lube in the hole and shook his head, knowing from the greasy feeling that he wasn't going to want to taste it. Fingers and some spit would be the only prep he'd do on the sub. He knew that Mateo and the bear were watching him and wondered how long they would wait to start fucking. They didn't move until Ric had a pair of fingers easily twisting inside the sub's chute. Mateo had a much easier job and was sliding his cock into the bear's hole about the time Ric was giving the final few twists with three fingers. The bear's moan was low and sultry as Mateo drove his dick in to the base. Ric pushed the sub closer to the bed, so his head was over the edge. One hand pushed his face into the soiled mattress and the other guided his cock to the quivering hole. Even with the long prep, it was a tight fit. The lube and spit helped, but the sub was still writhing and groaning with each push. Slowly he started to relax and Ric was able to plow faster. With the cries from the sub calming down, Ric let up on his head and moved both hands to his shoulders. The bear was getting drilled, his moans and grunts showing how much he liked the bare dick that was using his ass. It took a few more minutes until Ric was able to match his boyfriend's pace. The leaking precum helped, but Ric knew the sub would be sore for a few days once he was done. He briefly wondered if the sub and Dom were sexual or just liked the power dynamic. It didn't matter, the bear's cock would never prepare the sub for the pounding he was getting now. Ric never got more than two thirds of his cock in the sub, but with the tightness he needed to vary the pace to delay his orgasm. Mateo was the first to cum, thrusting in hard and planting his load in as deep as he could. The bear moaned loudly, saying "Oh fuck yeah... I needed that so bad." Ric began to drill the sub harder, hearing him whimper as his chute got battered with each stroke. He looked over to the door and saw a few guys watching them fuck. Dan was behind Scotty, both of them grinning, with a thirties cub jacking his cock in time with Ric's thrusts. "Swallow it" Ric told Scotty, who nodded and dropped to his knees in front of the cub and opened his mouth. The cub grabbed Scotty's head and fucked his face a few times before filling Scotty's mouth with cum. Ric smiled and gave one hard shove before showering the sub's guts with his viral jizz. Seconds after Ric pulled out, the sub spun around and began to lick his cock clean. With the first lap came a whimper, as the sub tasted the cum mixture. Ric knew he had probably damaged the soft tissue inside the sub's chute and cum wasn't the only thing the he tasted. The bear didn't seem to be interested in cleaning Mateo off, so he moved next to Ric and offered his partially hard cock to the sub. Ric looked over and Scotty was getting back up and shared the cub's load with a long kiss with Dan. The bear muttered "Oh fuck" when he saw Mateo's back for the first time. Ric smiled at him as he rubbed the sub's head. He was sure the next conversation they had would be interesting, but he didn't want to stick around to find out. The cub had wandered off, followed by Dan and Scotty, so Ric and Mateo walked out of the small room and back towards the playroom to see if the tall guy was still around. -- There were two guys still waiting their turn on the tall guy's ass and Ric thought it was perfect since it would let their balls refill before they had another chance to fuck. Ric looked around and saw Jason standing in the corner in the same leather gear he always wore. Bobby was kneeling next to him watching the show. Ric walked over and saw a smile start to form on Jason's normally serious face. "How's it going, Jason?" Ric asked softly before nodding at Bobby to acknowledge him. "Fuckin' good. That bug of yours is pretty damn sneaky. It got Bobby and your old roommate. How are you doing?" Jason said with an evil grin. "Oh? I thought you weren't going to let Bobby tag him" Ric replied. He watched Bobby look up at him and smile. "I wasn't. I might have liked watching that piece of shit get fucked and used, but I wasn't planning on getting him charged up. Bobby didn't get the flu like I did but his viral load was more than enough to knock Steve up" Jason told him. "Oh wow. I bet he's pissed. Did you get him tested?" Ric asked. Jason nodded before explaining "We did. He was a very sick boy for a week and after he got over converting, I took him to the clinic. Toxic as fuck. Since I don't trust him, I locked his little prick up so he doesn't go out infecting unsuspecting people." "Fuck, I'd love to see that. I don't think I'd fuck him, but it would be good to see him caged and unable to use his proudest possession. So, has Bobby bred the guy in the sling? I heard he wanted something potent" Ric said. "No, I don't want him to be the only viral guy to breed him. All the poz guys that have fucked Shorty so far have been on meds. You going to do the deed?" Jason asked. Ric's cock twitched and he chuckled at the six foot seven inch bottom's nickname. After a short pause he replied "My boyfriend and I were thinking about it." "You should. He's been trying for a while" Jason said, grinning back at him. Mateo had been listening to the conversation and when the last guy pulled out of Shorty, he approached. A firm tug impaled his stiff cock inside the sloppy hole and made Shorty cry out. He pushed him away and then speared the hole again, repeating the same motion over a dozen times. The bottom may have been lubed with several cum loads, but the abuse from Mateo's pierced cock was tearing him up just like the bear earlier. A few guys had been drawn in by the large scorpion tattoo on Mateo's back to watch them fuck. Fifteen minutes of plowing the battered hole accompanied by numerous "knock him up", "own his ass" and "poz the slut" had Mateo ready to shoot. The bottom had finally realized that he was about to get a charged load of cum and began begging for it. Spurts of bug filled cum joined what was left from the previous guys. Ric whispered to Jason and seconds later was taking the leash from his hand. He led Bobby over to the sling, moving his grip to the other end of the leash next to the leather collar and told him softly to breed the bottom. Ric's stiff shaft nestled between Bobby's butt crack and he felt it clench when Shorty bottomed out on Bobby's shaft. A few more swings and Bobby's dick was driving into the cum soaked hole with an even rhythm. Ric lined his cock up and the next time the bottom drove back down on Bobby's cock, Ric shoved his cock in. Bobby groaned, feeling the cock that had knocked him up once again stretching him open. A few more times and Bobby began fucking back on Ric's dick and into the bottom's hole. "You like knocking up Steve?" Ric whispered into Bobby's ear. A moaned "Mmhmm" came out of Bobby's mouth while the three continued to fuck. "I hope your master lets you do more" Ric said softly. "He is" Bobby said breathlessly as an ass slammed back on his cock and Ric's shaft planted itself deep inside him. Ric could feel that Bobby was getting close. With most guys, he'd pinch or twist their nipples, but for Bobby he slipped two fingers inside the collar, making it dig into his throat. Bobby whimpered and thrust in when the bottom swung back the next time. After two more full length drives, Bobby grabbed Shorty's legs and buried his cock in, holding it there. Ric felt the pulses as Bobby's ring milked his cock. "Yeah... That's it. Breed that neg hole" Ric whispered into Bobby's ear after he pumped few shots in. While his load didn't go into Shorty's ass, his bug did. Bobby got another charged load in his ass too as Ric unloaded several ropes of seed. They slowly pulled away and Ric led him back to Jason, handing the leash over. "That was fuckin hot" Jason said, grinning at Ric. There was a pause and he then said "You know, you own him as much as I do. He's yours to use any time you want." -- Mateo and Ric talked it over, not knowing all the info, yet. They weren't sure of the costs or how they would split the rent, but it seemed to solve their housing for the next year with Mateo graduating at the end of fall semester and starting work. Mateo wouldn't be able to stay in the dorms once he'd graduated and while Ric knew he'd miss the dorms it was time to move on. "Are you interested in staying in your apt with 2 roommates?" Ric sent to Taylor. He got back a simple confused reply of "???" from Taylor. "Talked w/Peter at bh. said he was moving out and u wanted to keep apt, but too much $$$" was followed by "bf & I need a place next yr. Thought we could take Peter's bedroom and split w/ u. Still avail? how much?" Ric sent back. "OMG that sounds gr8" Taylor sent back, followed by "Let me talk to rental co." ----------------------------- THE END Thanks for reading

Please please please clean your ass if your going to play. There is absolutely no excuse not to douche when you go to a sauna or bath house for sex, iv had not one but 4 bad experiences in the last month and it’s a absolute turn off for a top like myself. I get that there is some people into that but the vast majority of guys detest it. It’s also pretty embarrassing to ask a guy is he “clean” meaning downstairs and he says “no I’m on prep” that’s not what I meant I don’t give a fuck about your status I just want to plough your ass without a mess or disgusting smell that makes me throw up! Rant over sorry guys. P.s a well groomed bottom is a turn on.

Couldn’t agree with you more , @TallHungNYC I don’t like this thread and all the other similar ones: it smells too much like ‘bottom shaming’ to me. I’m a proud bottom slut, and yes, I do everything I can to make sure my hole provides a pleasant experience for both my top and myself. But I’m not one of those bottoms who is going to spend his entire life jumping through hoops and putting my own intestinal health at risk, just so some cocky top can have any-time access to my hole. As far as I’m concerned, tops and bottoms are equal partners in this great game we call sex, and when an accident happens, any top worth that monicker should be able to man up and deal with it like a decent human being. And as far as being ‘well groomed’ is concerned, that goes well beyond being properly cleaned out, and is a matter of personal taste. I find just as many tops are attracted to the “I’m a man- take me as I am” look as are attracted to the “I haven’t got a hair out of place” look.

Meh, shit happens. 1) Most straight guys dont know how to do douche but they're so hot to top. 2) And what about spontaneous sex where there hasn't been time to clean up beforehand? Like waking up in the morning next to a lover with morning glory or unexpectedly making eye contact with some stranger at an event u werent planning to have sex at. 3) or how about camping? the outdoors where no facilities are available. Are u just gonna not have sex and miss out cuz it's messy? pssh, it's not the end of the world, it's just organic matter, nbd. As long as you avoid the riding position, dont go crazy with the fucking and make sure your cock stays inside with your strokes, the mess will be pretty minimal and mostly confined. After cumming, just wipe and clean up after, easy peasy, no big deal And also, honestly, I mean this sincerely and not as a criticism, when you stop being so judgemental and fussy about stuff like this, whether it's in your attitude or your profile or whatever, ppl will respond to that and I find more and hotter guys will be attracted to you

I mostly hook up through online sites as opposed to anonymous situations. ALL of my profiles state bareback. If a bottom hit me up but wanted me to fuck him with a condom? No. Not sorry! And I don't care how many boxes you may check for me. I would rather fuck a bottom bareback who checked zero other boxes for me than to fuck a bottom with a condom who checked every box for me.

The wife was out of town for the weekend on a shopping trip, so i was left to entertain the kids. After successfully wearing them outover the afternoon and evening, they had crashed and I find myself sitting alone on the lounge, checking out grindr. Start chatting with a guy that was in town working at a concert and was staying at his sisters empty house nearby. He said to come over when i was ready. I cleaned up , made sure everyone was sound asleep, and snuck out without a sound. Got to the place and he met me at the door, in total darkness. It wasn't so bad as the moon was full, and i could make out that he was well built, stocky and handsome. He led me to a back lounge, where it was still dark, but with blinds open there was good moonlight. We were naked in no time and he sat back on a lounge as i started to blow him. His cock grew to a very thick 7' impressive weapon. As the only lube we had on hand was saliva, i tried to work his cock good, spat on my hand and wet up my hole, straddled him forward facing on the longue, and started to ease this monster in. He was rock hard and i felt the pain as each inch slid a little further inside me. I held steady for a moment, he pulled me in tight, kissed me and started slowly working up a tempo. It was a mixture of pain and ecstacy, and in no time i was riding him hard balls deep. After about 10 mins of riding him, i could sense that he was getting close through his grunts and breathing and then he said he was gonna cum. I didn't change stride and kept bouncing up and down until he shot. I sat right down on him and could feel him pulsing inside my ass. I let him empty every last drop in me before getting off, dressing and leaving. I've never had a guy cum so heavily in me. When i got home i pushed out so much cum from my ass. It had me that horny, that i barely started stroking my cock, and came all over myself in the bathroom. I had a shower and went to bed with a tender fuckhole and beautiful memories.

friday evening. Got a message on grindr of a profile nearby. He wanted a pump and dump. Got there, his door was open, went up and found him face down ass up on his sofa. Started fucking him and felt my cum boiling. All of a sudden his door opened and his boyfriend came home. He looked at us and said “don’t worry, please continue” and left again. The bottom guy was in panic, repeating “shit shit shit”. Felt so hot situation that i came immediately. Loaded up his ass and left. Hope next time the bf can join too. 🤓

The First Chapter March 1996. Matthew is 18 years old. To the lost of childhood innocence. Matthew Taylor and his dad is traveling on the Western Freeway when the overwhelming urge to take a leak takes hold. “I gotta take a leak,” says Matthew. “I thought I told you to go when we left,” says his father. “That was thirty minutes ago. And I did go.” “Alright, but make it a quick one, we still have a long way to go.” His father stops at the next truck stop. It is night-time and the clouds had eaten up the moon. The air is chilly for this time of the year and there is a COLES truck parked right outside, the driver nowhere to be seen. “I’ll be in the car if you need me,” says his father. “I’m sure I’ll manage,” replies Matthew. He walks into the store, ask for the whereabouts of the toilet, and the staff points to somewhere outside. He walks out, finds it. It is a public toilet, one long urinal along the wall, and two cubicles, one of which is occupied. He walks to the urinal, pulls out his cock, and as he is pissing, he hears the noise of someone opening the cubicle door. He turns his shoulder around, spots a man standing in the small opening between the door and the cubical, hands on his crotch. There is a smile on his face, and in the dim light of the toilet, can barely make out his eyes. Matthew stands still, even after he has finished pissing. He is not sure what is happening, but curiosity is a magnet that he can’t escape from. The man is not particularly handsome although he is quite fit and muscular, with big hands and soon, as Matthew will see as he continues to stare, a large cock. And that smile on his face that is warmly inviting. He gestures for Matthew to come to him, into the cubicle, but Matthew does not move an inch. He is terrified and breathes deeply in the cool air. He looks at the man’s cock, which is now fully erect. He guess about seven inches, but it is hard to tell for sure where he is standing, so he takes a step closer to find out, and another step, his eyes locked onto the man’s cock. Soon, he is in the cubical with the man with the alluring smile, but he does not see much of the smile for his eyes are now closed, his mouth barely making it halfway through the man’s cock. Matthew is on his knees. The floor is in urgent need of some cleaning but his pants does not care and neither does he. He tries again to bury the cock deep into his mouth but it is too big, gags, pulls away, but two strong hands hold his head in place and he can’t breathe. “Use your nose, faggot,” says the man, without letting go of his hold on Matthew ’s head. He does what he is ordered and soon finds the rhythm, much to the man’s enjoyment. His dad must be wondering where he is right now but his thought is interrupted when the man lifts him up off his knees, turns him around, pushes him against the cubical wall, pulls down his pants. “What are you doing?” Matthew asks, but thick strong hands cover his mouth. One of the man’s forearm has a tattoo of a scorpion. The man pushes a wet finger into his ass, and the unfamiliar sensation feels kind of nice to Matthew, who has never done anything like this before. The rather good feeling is soon replaced with pain as the man’s raw cock enters his hole. It does not fit, of course, for it is too big, but one can always force their way into something if you give it a big enough push. The man’s hand muffles the cry of pain and the plea for help, which does arrive when the door to the public toilet opens. “Are you in here, Matty?” asks his father. “Call for help and I’ll break your neck,” says the man with the scorpion tattoo. “Yeah,” Matthew says, the slow stroke of cock pumping inside him continues. “I’ll be out in a moment.” “Alright,” says his father. “This place bloody reeks.” He stands there for a moment before leaving, and just as the door closes, the man continues his assault on Matthew’s ass. “Should have invited your old man to join us,” says the man. Matthew does not answer. His body is there but his mind is elsewhere, in a place that is lost and far away. There is an expression that is appropriate to use here: the lights are on but nobody’s home. The man has stolen Matthew’s innocence and his spirit, and it is something that is gone forever. “You’ll learn to love this soon enough, faggot.” The man holds Matthew ’s body close to him now as he begins to pump faster and harder. There is no longer any reason to cover Matthew’s mouth as he has lost the urge to resist a long time ago, now just a body for another’s enjoyment. The release comes quickly. The man slaps Matthew’s ass, calls him a ‘good boy,’ buckles up, leaves. Matthew stands there for a moment, cum and shit dripping down his thigh. He cleans himself up with toilet paper, pulls up his pants, leaves. “That took you a while,” his father says. “Is everything alright?” “Must be something I ate,” Matthew lies. “I’m going to grab some shut eye for a while.” “I’ll wake you up when we get there,” says his father. Matthew pulls down the chair to his father’s Holden Civic, closes his eyes, and falls asleep. Somewhere deep inside him, the incurable strain of HIV begins their work in transforming him.

Agreed. I tell bottoms who are worried about whether or not they're cleaned out enough that if it happens, no big deal. I have a hookup in the shower and they can refresh if needed. Then we can pick up where we left off. BUT that is different from what I think the OP was talking about - someone who hadn't cleaned out (well enough or at all). I don't fuck anything I haven't eaten first. And if my nose and tongue get down there and it doesn't appear to be properly cleaned? There won't be any eating or fucking.

As a guy who went through puberty at the height of the AIDS crisis, I'm thrilled to see so many of us reclaiming raw, bare, natural sex. I haven't had a condom on my dick or in my hole in 15+ years and never will again, regardless of what the future holds. Swapping DNA with another man is too magical and the connection too powerful to deny. Happy fucking and breeding men!

I fucked Randy Barnes in a four way but what I really wanted was him to fuck me. I admired his cock ring and he gave it to me. Nice guy and sooo sexy still.

Love a cheater. I’d do the same when I was married to a woman. Now I do it to my husband

Love reading about a good hot cheat session. Thanks.

I checked a patient (it was my first time to do that) for prostate hyperplasia. Nothing too scientific about it, you just put your index finger (with a glove of course) and you pulpate his prostate. You try to feel whether it's enlarged or hard (it should be kinda soft). Based on the instructor's instructions (that sounds weird) you put your finger looking away from the prostate and then you rotate it while you're inside because that way it is more convenient from the patient. Plus, you use a lube that contains lidocaine so as to be even more comfortable. As a gay guy who is versatile, my fingers have examined such areas lots of times so it was "natural". What was weird is that I did it as a professional so I felt shy/weird about it. Plus I think because most doctors tend to be straight (I wouldn't believe that urologists are 50-50) maybe the think that having a finger (half its length) in your anus must be super painful, but really it's not. Another thing is that I could check my bf's prostate which I find be to be caring. Have u ever had that exam performed on u? What where your feelings? Was it awkward?

I’m going to try posting shorter one-off stories. If this is your thing, let me know. Sunset Walks with my Slutty Boy On vacation last summer, we were staying in a furnished apartment and liked to explore by foot to really get to know our small city. We would go on long lazy afternoon walks and explore different neighborhoods. We were far from saints and fooled around together in the darkroom and a sex club more than once. My boy had started PrEP, but stopped after it disagreed with his kidneys. I decided to stay off it too, and used condoms with other guys. Shortly after arriving, he got a text from a buddy, and it turned out he’d tested positive for an STI. My boy confessed that he’d let this guy breed him a few times. We had to sort out how to get to a clinic in a foreign country that didn’t take our insurance. Anyway, long story short, he tested positive too and was given pills to take for ten days. Until then, if we wanted to fuck, we were advised to wear condoms. We both have healthy sex drives, but I noticed a change in my boy. Even playing safe with me, and avoiding bareback sex with other guys for the time being, he was horny. He rolled his shorts up higher and was clearly checking out other guys as we went around the town. About a week into our stay, we went out for our walk a little later than usual. We must have lost track of time, but decided to have a lovely evening anyway and I bought a bottle of champagne to enjoy sunset. We headed briskly to a park to watch the sunset and toasted. I was surprised by how dark European parks and streets can be after dark, and even with the late summer light, it got dark quickly. In the dusk, we walked back to our place, slightly tipsy. Going through a dimly lit path, I noticed a few men standing around. I saw a used condom on the walkway and realized it was a cruising ground. We were giggling, and my boy thought it would be fun to pull me into the bushes. I asked him if he came here often, and he replied, ‘no, but maybe I should!’ Under the branches, there were two guys fucking, and a bottom leaning against the tree trunk spreading his ass cheeks. I whispered that we could put on a show, but it’d have to be safe and the other guys should just watch. My boy nodded and then tore my pants off. He handed me a condom from his back pocket and a tube of lube. I asked if he always came prepared and he responded, ‘Only while playing safe,’ and winked at me. I knew he was just getting over that STI, so I wrapped up my dick as he pulled his pants to one ankle and laid on the dirty ground and pulled his legs up, exposing his hole. His ass was surrounded by used cum-filled rubbers strewn amongst the tree roots. I sank balls deep until the latex ring on my cock was kissing his asshole. A few guys ambled over and jerked off as I safely railed my cheating slutty boyfriend. He gazed up at me with a hypnotized look and muttered, ‘I love this. I want to take all of their cum. I love taking cum and I need it.’ I asked if he wanted me to pull the condom off and he just bit his lip. ‘Fill me up,’ he shouted. I started to pull out to remove the condom, but he wrapped his legs around me. I came immediately and filled up the reservoir and began to pull out. He pulled at the rubber until it popped off of my cock and flew onto the ground. My boy grabbed a warm steaming rubber, leaking fresh cum and poured it into his open cunt just as I realized that the condom he’d grabbed was not mine. My jaw dropped as he relished the feeling of cum seeping into his guts. When I held my condom up, he grinned and nodded to me. That night, I emptied six strangers’ used condoms into his unprotected hole. As we struggled to get dressed, his jeans were immediately soaked through as several loads dripped from his pussy. We fell asleep that night with my bare cock pressed against his sticky crack. The next day, I started to pack our stuff for an afternoon walk and he stopped me, suggesting ‘maybe we should have another moonlight toast?’ We went back every night for the rest of our trip, and made sure to go to a clinic as few days after getting home.

I always douche very well It takes me about 20-30 min and I make sure no shit remains i want to be sure when a top sticks his dick in me it will not come out dirty if if cannot be sure I will pass on getting fucked

My Doc is with you on this. He told me to avoid using that "dancing box." They are getting a bunch of false readings--and are really concerned about the false negatives.

Just took a surprise load from a neighbor. Third time he's fucked me. Always blindfolded. Logged into an app this morning when I woke up. He immediately messaged me he wanted to breed my hole on his way to work. When he got here he mounted me from behind. He has a fat beautiful 7.5 inch cock. He was sucking on my earlobe as he pounded me, telling me what a good boy I was and how good my hole felt. It was such a turn on. After about 15 minutes of pounding so good he shot all his babies inside me. Fingering my wet hole now.

This is like poetry. Worship cock. [think before following links] https://dn2.newtumbl.com/img/1309724/173660558/1/216165283/nT_69aexv8bpctinvpa33sncpn2.mp4 Transcript: "I worship cock. Every day I look for cocks to suck. When I suck a cock, I feel alive. Swallowing cum makes me happy. Every day I become more and more submissive to strong, masculine men. I always swallow cum. I love the taste of cum. I am always ready to submit to cock. My place is on my knees satisfying men. My body is to be used as a plaything. I am a piece of meat ready to be used and thrown away. I submit to all cocks. "I drink cum on a daily basis. I love the taste of cum. I can't get enough. I love to suck cocks at glory holes. Every time I swallow a load of cum, my desire to swallow another one doubles. It is important that I swallow as many loads as possible every day. Every day I use apps like Grindr and websites like doublelist.com to find cocks to worship. " "I always let a masculine man cum wherever he wants to. If he wants to cum in my mouth, I will happily swallow every drop of his delicious cum. If he wants to cum in my ass, I will gladly let him breed my tight hole. If he wants to cum on my face, I will smile and look deep into his eyes as his warm jizz covers my face. I always do what a masculine man tells me to do. If he wants me to lick his balls, I will lick them and savor their flavor. If he wants me to lick his ass, I will bury my face deep in his crack and tongue his asshole for as long as he wants. If he wants to fuck my face, I will open wide and let him pound my throat. If he wants to fuck my ass, I will turn over and present him with my boy pussy for him to dominate. " "I am a perfect submissive cock pleaser. I live to be dominated and controlled. My body is always clean and ready to be used. I always eat my own cum. I love the feel of a warm cock in my mouth. I always do what I am told to do. I have no say so I am a sex toy to be used for the pleasure of real masculine men. I love to submit to groups of men. I regularly rent hotel rooms and invite as many men as I can possibly find to dominate me and use me like the plaything that I am. I swallow as many loads of cum as I can." "My life revolves around worshipping cock and swallowing cum. I love cock. I need cock. I crave the taste of cum. I need to be used and abused. I am a cock slave. I am a total cock whore. I exist only to serve cock. I only desire to please men. I am grateful for every cock that I get to worship. I am thankful for every sperm that enters my body. I am always available to take cock into me. I think about cock whenever I am alone. I think about cock whenever I am with my friends. Whenever I see a man, I always wonder what his cock looks like. I imagine myself on my knees taking his load down my throat. I fantasize about cocks. Whenever I close my eyes I fall asleep to the thoughts of cock in my mouth and ass I need to be filled with cum. I love to go to bath houses and service cocks. I am always willing to swallow cum. I want to feel a cock inside me now. The feeling is so overwhelming. I must find a cock today and worship it. I lust after every cock that I see. I am so happy that I love cock." "It is such a good feeling to know that I have a purpose in my life. I measure my success in life by the number of cum loads I have swallowed. The more cum I swallow, the richer I am. The more cocks I worship, the more happy and fulfilled I become. With every cock that I suck, I become a better cocksucker. The higher my cock sucking skills get, the more cocks I need to suck. The more cocks that I suck, the happier I become. The happier I become, the more cum I need down my throat. The more cum I have down my throat, the more I need to suck cock. I need to suck cock all the time. I need to feel a man's balls hitting my chin. I love the feeling of worshipping a cock. Cocks bring me happiness. I am a cock whore. I am a living, breathing, cum receptacle. I sleep the best when I have swallowed at least three loads that day. My dreams are filled with me sucking cock, swallowing cum and getting fucked in my ass. I seek out other submissive cock suckers and share my submission stories with them. We learn from each other and become better cum whores together. " "I love cum. I want to live between a real man's legs. I would love to service four men at once. I would love to spend a whole day with a cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass, and stroking 2 cocks with my hands while they all switched positions, taking turns cumming down my throat as I swallow every last one of their loads of sweet, juicy cum. Once I have accomplished it, I would need to do it again and again, every time inviting more and more men to use me in this manner. My goal is to be able to service 100 or more men in a day like this. I love to fall asleep with a cock in my mouth. I love to wake up in the morning with a cock in my mouth. I live to service cocks. I am a submissive cock slut. I need to please real men. I am a good cock whore. I always swallow. I love cock.

The Second Chapter April 1996. Matthew is 18 years old. He lived. He came. He conquered. Matthew wakes up in the middle of the night. It is two in the morning and his bed is soaked with sweat. He stays in bed for the next three days and he’s on his feet again on the forth, and his life precedes as normal on the fifth, although ‘normal’ may be too kind of a word to use here, as nothing from this point onwards is normal in the world of Matthew Taylor. He hears of the dreaded news one day at the doctor’s office, but much of this memory has become a blur to him. “’m sorry to say,’ says the doctor, sorrowfully, ‘that you are HIV positive.” These are the words that no one should ever hear, and definitely not to a boy of Matthew’s age who did not ask to receive this. “Now, there are limited treatment options …” continues the doctor, but Matthew does not register anything else from this point onwards. The world drowns out in white noise as he sees his future disappearing before his eyes, not wanting to die at such an early age. He weeps in his car and the sky weeps along with him on the drive back home. He weeps himself to sleep until there are no more tears to shed, even if he tries. Six month later. He feels different. He feels stronger. He feels hornier. Matthew's body is changing and he feels very powerful, so he goes to the gym on a daily basis and in no time at all, he is very muscular. He particularly enjoys the attention that he is receiving from the onlookers of men on the streets, at the gym, at school. He is at his best friend’s place and they are playing cards when his friend has to leave for soccer practice, so now he is home alone with his best friend’s dad, Scott, who has just arrived home from his work as an electrician. “Can I get you anything to drink, mate?” Scott asks. “Water’s fine, Mr. Anderson,” Matthew replies. “You know you can call me Scott. How’s school going?” “It’s going alright. Semester’s holiday is coming up.” Scott hands Matthew a glass of water. Matthew has never paid any particular attention to Scott before up until this point. He’s always seen him as his best friend’s dad and nothing else, but now, alone in the kitchen with just the two of them, Matthew finds him particularly attractive, with the scruffy two day beard and the tradie uniform that was in desperate need of washing. There is a scent that Matthew often releases, masculine and dominating, that seems to wither down men’s inhibition, making them more seductive, submissive. It was having an effect on Scott, the bulge in his pants becoming noticeably apparent and he begins to have difficulty diverging his gaze away from Matthew's own pants. He doesn’t know what has gotten over him. ‘Is everything alright, Mr. Anderson?’ Matthew asks. ‘Yeah, just have to use the bathroom,’ Scott says, and he excuses himself quickly. Matthew follows him, and he meets him in the bathroom splashing water on his face. They meet each other’s gazes in the mirror and for a brief moment, no one says anything, until Matthew begins to rub the bulge on his pants. Scott can’t take his eyes of it, although he does try very hard to do so. Temptation takes hold of Scott and he turns around, walks towards Matthew, pulls his pants down, gets on his knees, tastes him with his mouth. He is not particularly good at it, scraping Matthew’s cock with his teeth from time to time, and often gagging on the size. Scott’s eyes are closed as he rocks back and forth and Matthew wonders what he is thinking at this moment, on his knees serving another man for the first time, while his wife and kids are away. There is a slight guilt that runs through Matthew’s body on what they are doing and what will happen in the next ten minutes or so, but he brushes the thought and feeling away, the same way that you might clear a table by pushing everything on the floor, and fills his mind with lust and excitement as to what he is about to do to this man. He pulls Scott off the ground and they kiss. It is passionate and romantic that rivals that of his wife. They walk to his best friend’s room and he pushes Scott onto the bed on his back, removes his pants. Scott’s ass is hairy and tight. Matthew spits on his dick and on Scott’s hole and slides it in, slowly, until it is balls deep. He looks into Scott’s eyes, brown and a bit vacant, as he thrusts, slowly at first, then a bit faster, while Scott lays there silently. It is difficult to tell for sure whether Scott is enjoying the experience, from the silence, but it doesn’t matter because to Matthew, he, like any other men he had conquered, is just a piece of meat for his own pleasure. His life will be short-lived after the infection, like that of Matthew, but he has served his purpose of pleasuring men. It was unfair and unjust to shorten Matthew's life like that, with the infection, and he was determined to take down as many people along the way as he could for as long as he lived. “You will learn to love this,” Matthew whispers in Scott’s ear, releasing deep inside him in the process. He pulls his dick out and Scott is quick to put it back into his mouth to clean it. Indeed, Scott does learn to love this, and he is often found with a raw dick inside him on business meetings across the country soon after.

Ditto! If I know I’m hooking up, or potentially hooking up (going cruising etc) I always take the time to clean out.

Now, I am a Grand Master and I have quite a big scepter...

I agree, his full length stories usually have great character development, dialog, and vividly describe the settings, all things that I struggle with when writing for here or in general I guess. He really is one of the best, if not the best writer on here.

I'm one of your biggest fans, but I think perhaps this very short format does not do justice to your creative ability. What I particularly love about your longer works are your descriptions of the participants, so vivid it's easy to envision being there. One can almost smell the sex while reading your longer stories. Contrast this shorter story with the kinds of details in your usual mise en scene. How tall are these two guys? What are their races? Long hair? Short hair? No hair? Are they lean or beefy? What are their eye colors? Hair colors? Dick sizes? Cut or uncut? Top/bottom/versatile? Please don't take my comments for ingratitude. If condensed versions of your usual steamy prose are all your time allows, we're happy to read and appreciate it. Just holding out hope for a multi-installment story that is more in-depth. You're the best.

Just curious. I’m also married and not out. If you are concerned about hiding being on prep, how would you hide getting pozzed. I was able convince my wife that I got pozzed from prostitutes. How do you plan to handle getting pozzed?

For me, being bent over in a dark room and getting taken by multiple cocks is peak gay sex

Welp, I actually took the plunge. I am 3 loads in today. All I can say is wow. Raw sex is where it is at!

Went out to a local known cruising spot which is visited by older guys like me but got lucky as there was this younger guy there. It was very clear he was observing the area as he walked in circles and kept coming to the same spot. Eventually I made my move and approached him once I was sure, he probably wasn’t expecting an older guy but he didn’t have many options. I got on my knees and began sucking him off he had a nice large cock so I knew I had to get it inside me and I really wanted his load basically sucked him and got him all hot and bothered then got up and didn’t even saying anything just grabbed his cock and pulled him over to a near by log, where I placed my jacket for him and made him sit down then I got on top and again no words took his bare cock and shoved it into my ass and he didn’t say anything but had a verbal moan once he felt the warmth inside me and his primal instincts took over and fucked my ass and then ended with breeding me then we got up pulled are pants off and walked are separate ways

Married/ Bi guys are so hot! Well done!

I assume your question is directed at HIV-positive men rather than men taking PrEP for prevention, because the answer is not going to be the same for both. If this is incorrect, you may wish to clarify. I cannot address your question directly, as I am not only still on my ART, I have missed exactly two doses of it in eight years. So definitely not the person you’re asking about. I can tell you, however, that no one who has the Enemy Virus in his body who discontinues his antiretroviral therapy is fine. As soon as the medicine stops, the virus picks right back up where it left off destroying the immune system, and the person who stops is on a one-way, downhill slide that only ultimately ends one place if left untreated. I went there. Almost became a permanent resident. Just because an untreated person feels fine doesn’t mean he is fine. His system is being silently destroyed from within. Taking meds once you’re positive isn’t a personal lifestyle choice like choosing a haircut - not if you want to live. That’s the thing you need to understand about all these guys who strut around on here going on about how they’re toxic and not on meds and proud of it - they’re dead men walking, and they don’t even know it.

My sister was 5 yrs older and was giving me baths and other stuff mom was to busy to do herself. She, and her friends stuck fingers and other stuff in my ass, dressed me as a girl, and enjoyed playing [abusing] with my cock and balls. At 10 she took me to her bf's house for my first real cock in my ass and atm. With no way to do a clean out without being caught by his mom (or our mom at home), dirty atm became something i was known for. Later that year she told my mom's bf that i was was available. I never looked back, seemed so natural to be used, so easy, and felt so good.

When I was a teen and having sex with girls, I loved to creampie a willing girl and have her sit on my face as I ate her out, licking and sucking out my own cum. Looking back, I'd say this was my start to being a submissive cum-loving slut to men today.

Chapter two With his arse loaded with toxic cum, wet and now feeling loose, I thought I would see just how far my other half would go. I mean he could say no any time he liked, or felt things not “right” for him. Given he had really enjoyed the fuck he just had and was rock hard, I thought it was time he tried the sling room. When we got to the small dark room with the slings he seemed to just want to keep kissing and keeping his back to the room. I saw guys rubbing his arse, and maybe slipping a finger or two inside him, but he did not look back, or even break a beat and just kept kissing. It was like it was the thrill of not seeing he was enjoying more by the second. That's when I had the idea. I pulled his jock down an the way and he lifted his feet. His jock was now in my hand and his hard cock was in display. A few more minutes with guys now grabbing his cock and I was ready to step it up. I pushed him back slightly and found one of the empty slings. I kept kissing him and I leaned him back into it a sling in one of the darker corners and started to rub my cock off his hole. I threw his jock onto his chest making sure it was not covering his cock. I needed some lube so with him all set up in the sling, reached down almost kneeling so I could reach my sock shefe I had some. Passing his open hole I had to check it out. I slipped my tongue just inside and tasted cum, and just a touch of blood. Nothing to be worried about but he had been roughed up, and totally vulnerable to infection. With lube in hand I stood back up and kissing him again, squirting lots from the packet over his cock and balls and over my cock too, but none on his hole. Slowly I pushed my cock into him and worked that toxic load around him, keeping him loose. That toxic load around my cock felt slick and wet, and I needed to go slow as I did not want to cum yet. Leaning forward I took back the jock back off his chest, and tired it tight but neatly over his eyes, making a pitch black blindfold for him. There he was complete how I always wanted to see him. Rubber chaps, hole exposed, a hot skin heads toxic load inside him, and blindfolded ready for more. I slowly slipped back out of him and around round to his head, where I carried on kissing him, with his arse open for anyone who wanted it. With so many guys looking to shoot a load now, I just needed to wait

"Although PSA testing can help catch prostate cancer at an early stage, having an elevated PSA (generally considered more than 4 ng/ml) doesn’t necessarily mean that a man has cancer. Noncancerous conditions, including benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH), or an enlarged prostate, and prostatitis, can raise PSA levels. In fact, studies have shown that about 70% to 80% of men with an elevated PSA who have a biopsy do not have cancer. However, many men undergo an ultrasound and prostate biopsy, to be certain. Conversely, the PSA test doesn’t detect all cancers. About 20% of men who have cancer also have a normal PSA (less than 4 ng/ml), so the test may give some men a false sense of security. For this reason, some experts take a man’s age into account when considering a PSA level. And most doctors observe how a man’s PSA level changes over time, a measure called PSA velocity, rather than using it as a one-time indicator. PSA scores tend to rise more rapidly in men with cancer than in those with BPH, for example. Some doctors also measure the level of free PSA. The PSA protein circulates in the blood in two forms: bound to other proteins or unbound (free). Several studies suggest that men with elevated PSA levels and a very low percentage of free PSA are more likely to have prostate cancer than a benign condition. Knowing your free PSA level won’t give you a definitive answer about cancer, but it may be useful when considering whether a biopsy is an appropriate next step." [think before following links] https://www.health.harvard.edu/blog/is-psa-reliable-20110327214 This too for those interested: [think before following links] https://nutritionfacts.org/video/treating-advanced-prostate-cancer-with-diet-part-1/

I don't know of any straight guy who (and I mean identifies as heterosexual and has never had sex with a man) relishes the fact of having a dick up his ass. I have spoken to straight girlfriends of mine who have told me they, on occasion, have stuck their fingers in the butts of their boyfriends. Some got positive responses (no pun intended) while others said the finger was met with much anger and disapproval. So to say that a straight guy is nonchalant about having a cock up his hole, is to me, highly unlikely. Like the models in the mentioned videos, I would venture to say the one bottoming in the scene has done it in the past. No question in my mind.

Gran Canaria? Barcelona? Madrid? Don’t think there’s anything special going on in Gran Canaria at that time (winter pride is earlier in November), but it’s always fun and the weather should still be nice. Unless you’re looking for something further afield, like Ft Lauderdale or Palm Springs…

Last Sunday I witnessed for the first time a guy having a monstrous orgasm while being fisted. So monstrous that he danced on his feet, squealing like a pig. I would like to reach the same level of pleasure.

There is good news in Portland at least. Hawks PDX bathhouse was closed for two years due to leasing issues and Covid but a new facility has finally opened. I encourage everybody to go check it out.

Get on PrEp and you will never look back. I have fucked thousands of men bare and have not had one STI for five years. Go figure that one out. Weird ay.

This is a continuation of BROOKLYN SERIES. Here is Link to that page in this section. ------- BROOKLYN SERIES: Surprise ParTy Man was I fuckin’ horny. That all too familiar itch was starting and I could not wait for the upcoming holiday weekend! I hadn't parTied in awhile. I like to space it out so it doesn't get too regular. And the crash and burn can wear me out so this way works for me. Plus nothing makes playing more exciting than anticipation. I took an extra day off at the beginning of the next week to allow some chill time after a weekend of some assplay that I was hoping would happen. A few FF buddies were interested in getting together but nothing was completely locked and confirmed. Seems like everyone I hoped to get with was just too fucking busy! It was early Saturday afternoon and I was online flirting with some men in Brooklyn. Manhattan was out of the question; I wasn't planning any travel time tonight and preferred to host. Guys were hitting on me though from different boroughs. I kept my profiles active on a few sites, waiting to see what would develop. And as horny as I was, hooking up in NYC is also about transit logistics. I wanted to keep it local tonight if any connections could occur. Meanwhile I got myself prepared. I cleaned out thoroughly and after about an hour, my hole was ready and itchy for action. I put on my black and red jock and then slipped into my leather boots. I sure looked fucking hot in this minimal gear! I went back online to see what was developing. A few guys sent me short notes or one-word inquiries that really wasn't picking my interest. I sent a few emails to some FF tops I was interested in. I gave my cell phone number to those I was serious to hook up with. I set up the portable sling in the bedroom. That took awhile (it sure isn't easy to do alone!). Thank god for WD-40! I also recently got a rim chair. A buddy in LA I hooked up with while there for work a few months back re-introduced me to the joys of rimchairs. I got one soon after that has legs with adjustable height so you can be more creative with it. I rigged it up at the tallest setting and sat on it and looked at my reflection at the large mirror leaning on the opposite wall. FUCK! The reflection sure looked hot! I leaned back a little and sank my ass deeper on the rimseat. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, pushing my asslips out slightly. I could see the slight quiver of motion in the mirror. My manhole was hungry! HOT! I was startled to hear my cell phone ringing. YEAH! I thought to myself. Someone took the bait! I jumped off the rimchair and found my iPhone. The caller ID read "Moving Company." HUH? I was a bit confused and picked up the call. "Hello," I answered, I couldn’t conceal a faint hint of disappointment in my voice. I thought it would be some hot FF Dad from online calling, not some wrong number or worse, a junk call. "Hello," the voice responded. It was thick and heavy with an accent. "Is this apartment #66?" "Yes," I replied. I was now confused: I didn’t leave my apartment number on any online flirting notes! WHO-THE-FUCK-WAS-THIS?!? "Hello. This is Ivan. I moved you into that apartment several months ago." He sounded like he was almost snarling. WTF!!! My manhole twitched. "Oh, uhhh...Hi Ivan. WOW! This is a surprise to hear from you!" I exclaimed. "Wha...what are you up to?" This was very unexpected. He was the last person I thought would be calling. I hadn’t seen him since the day I moved. "Well..." Ivan paused for a second. "I about to get off work and it long weekend coming up. I have days off so I thought, see what you up to?" FUCK! I was hard through my jock just listening to his broken English. "So how are you? How you like that apartment?" He was making awkward small talk. "Uhm...yeah I'm good…I’m good. Thank you," I replied, enthusiastically. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my hole was twitching under the rimseat. "The apartment is great. I love it. Love the neighorhood! I'm so glad I finally got the hell out of the city and moved to Brooklyn!" "What you doing?" He asked suddenly, the thick voice hung over the line. "Well, actually, nothing. Just…sitting around. Just hanging out tonight.” I bit my lip. “No plans.” "Would you like company." Ivan seemed to state that last line. He wasn't asking. He paused a few seconds before I could reply. "I free soon. I come over. Want to do some sTuff." He said that last word with a heavy, thick emphasis. My jock was getting a wet spot with my pre-cum just hearing his voice over the phone. "YEAH!" I almost yelled back, dizzy with excitement, trying to contain myself. "OK," the heavy accent continued. "I come over in next hour." I was about to give him my address when he interrupted. “I know where you live,” Ivan declared. “I bring surprise." And then he abruptly hung up. _________ The next hour seemed like an eternity. I was HUNGRY! I replayed the scene in my head, over and over, when Ivan and his crew moved me into the apartment several months ago; how an apartment move turned into this seduction and introduction: to mancunt and sTuff. I was rubbing my crotch, edging myself, sitting on the rimchair, teasing my mancunt with a lubed finger or two, admiring my reflection in the mirror as I waited for his arrival. The anticipation was building and building… My buzzer rang. I jumped out of the bedroom and ran to the intercom. I looked in the small security video monitor and saw Ivan leaning against the glass entry door to my building. I buzzed him in quickly and walked to my apartment front door and unlocked it and waited. After a minute I heard the elevator door slide open and shut outside in the hallway. A moment later he walked in, the bulky frame, the barrel chest, the broad shoulders, thick arms and legs, and that impressive bulge which looked larger than my memory had painted in my horny head. I was so in lust for him! He looked solid and masculine after a hard day's work. He was wearing a moving company jumpsuit uniform that was different than the last time we met. It fit him tight on the thighs and gut. But MAN! Did he look FUCKING HOT!!! "Hello. It is Ivan," he announced, holding the door behind him, the weight of the words hanging in the air. "And I bring surprise for you," the door swung open further and a second man walked in. The stranger smiled at me. "This is Roberto," Ivan introduced us. WHOA! HOLY SHIT! I was caught off guard. When I had buzzed Ivan in earlier I hadn't realized someone was with him. Roberto walked quickly into the apartment, shut the door and locked it behind him. He was taller than Ivan - about 6'2", muscular, but not as bulky and hefty as Ivan. He was slightly darker in tone, more like my complexion of a light medium tan. His face was square-jawed, the contour framed by a light buzzed black beard. His hair was as dark with short, wavy, curls. Like Ivan, he was not standard handsome. He had hard and yet soft features. His lips especially looked full and enlarged in a sexy way. He was in his late 30’s in age from my guess. His arms and legs were also thick and he wore the same jumpsuit uniform as Ivan. And there was an impressive bulge hanging to the left side of his crotch. I smiled back at him. "He work for me," Ivan continued as Roberto stepped forward, his hand extended to greet me. I took his hand and he held mine tight and firm. I do love a man that knows how to shake hands! I find it so erotic especially because I am always sizing up a man’s hands due to my love for assplay. Shaking hands with a masculine man is a great way for me to measure up a guy. You can tell so much by how long and tight a man extends himself in a handshake: his confidence, his masculinity, his sexual energy, and his attraction towards me. His hands were of medium size, a little smaller than Ivan's. His fingers though looked exceptionally long. My dick got harder under my jock. "I am Roberto. It is very nice to meet you," he smiled, looking me up and down, assessing me visually in the same way I had measured him a moment ago when our hands touched. I then realized I was only wearing my jock and boots and blushed for a second as I had only expected Ivan. "Likewise," I replied, returning the smile back at him. "Come on in," I moved to the side as Roberto entered my apartment. Ivan followed, grinning at me and I smirked at him silently - like WTF – and yet, I was excited at the same time! Like THANK YOU!!' "This is nice apartment you have," Roberto stated, walking around, checking out the space. I realized he also had an accent that I couldn't distinguish quite yet; it was Latin for sure. "Yes, it is very nice," Roberto continued, looking at me now, up and down, smiling at me. Flattery gets you everywhere. My dick twitched again. I wasn't blushing this time. Ivan walked behind me and grabbed my ass suddenly with those rough hands. He spread my cheeks and teased my hole with a finger, just lightly brushing the edge of my asslips. I moaned. "I been thinking about your mancunt for long time," Ivan pronounced. "I have few jobs nearby here last few months and when I drive by your street I get hard. I just never have time to see you," his finger went deeper in my hole, exploring, "until today." The finger twitched inside as I rolled my head to the side. Roberto walked towards us and leaned over, gazing at Ivan's actions. "This is mancunt I told you about," Ivan said, almost with a hint of pride, staring at Roberto, like I was his possession. I loved how he did that: showing me off like I was his cunt bitch! Roberto stepped forward again, now behind me and I felt a second finger brush against my asslips which was still slightly moist from cleaning out and what little lube I had from teasing myself earlier on the rimchair while I had been waiting. "Wow," Roberto whispered. He brushed his finger gently over my hole again, rubbing it back and forth. I instinctively leaned forward a bit, pushing my ass back as he felt me up. "This feels better than pussy!" he smiled at Ivan. “And he is so sexy and masculine,” Roberto continued. I now realized he was Brazilian, the way his accent was softened at the edges. Both men's fingers explored my hole. They laughed and I moaned some more. "Let's start the parTy," Ivan announced. I leaned back straight as both men pulled away from me. I turned around as Ivan started undressing, pulling off his heavy work boots and unzipping his jumpsuit uniform. That familiar big chest with salt and pepper hair exposed itself. Man did that look GOOD! Roberto moved over to my couch, sat down and proceeded to take off his boots also. At this point Ivan was almost undressed, exposing that beautiful, insane bulge under the thick jock he wore. Roberto was not far behind and also pulled off his jumpsuit and threw it on the floor. He too was wearing only a jock with an equally impressive bulge underneath it. He had a lean, tight, slight muscular build. His chest and torso were lightly covered in short, wavy dark hair. His legs, like his arms, were very muscular and defined. He looked very sexy. Roberto spread his legs and started massaging his crotch. His jock bulge started to get bigger, the cloth stretching as he squeezed and released. Ivan walked beside me and sat on the couch also. He looked over at Roberto and smiled and then grabbed his own crotch. Of course Ivan's bulge was impressive. He clearly was bigger and thicker. But Roberto was not exactly unimpressive. It looked like a snake was moving around under his jock. Both men leaned back on the couch, pulling on their dicks through their jocks, never taking them out, getting all hot and turned on. I was still standing by the hall just mesmerized by the sight of these two hot movers in my apartment! I too was grabbing my hard dick through my jock and with one finger from my other hand, started playing with my manhole. "Go get your parTy kit," Ivan commanded. Roberto smiled at Ivan. Clearly there was some plan between the two of them. You did not have to tell me twice. I went into the bedroom and found my toiletry travel bag of supplies. I walked back into the living room and found both hot men talking, laughing and each of them squeezing those impressive mounds still captured under their jocks. I sat across from them on a chair, settling my ass as close to the edge of the front of the chair, legs spread, trying to show as much of my manhole as I could. I unzipped the bag and pulled out the contents : a torch, contact lens case that had my grounded Tina, and a straw clipped to about 2" in length with one edge cut at an angle. And then I found a small bottle of liquid that I forgot I had. I held it up. "Do you guys want a drink?" I looked at them. Ivan was slightly puzzled. Roberto was smiling. I waved the small bottle in front of them. "Yes," Roberto replied for both of them. "We have had a long, hard day," he grinned. "We would really like a drink." He winked at me, flirting. I asked if they had any liquor earlier and Roberto confirmed that they hadn't. Ivan was still puzzled as I got up and went to the kitchen. I got some glasses, retrieved a bottle from the fridge, and poured some juice into the three glasses. Then I carefully measured some of the liquid from the small bottle and stirred them in each glass. Both men were now standing beside me, Roberto was lightly fingering my hole as Ivan looked at what I was doing. "This is G," I explained. "It will make us all a little more hornier. It will add to the parTy." Roberto grabbed a glass with his free hand. Ivan followed, as did I. We then cheered and drank our shots, that bitter taste just barely concealed by the sweet juice. Roberto continued to play with my hole. "This is so much better than pussy," he said again. Ivan leaned forward and grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. It was a gentle kiss at first : lips touching lips that led to a thick, fat tongue entering my mouth. And then harder and more aggressive, Ivan biting my lower lip, as his tongue danced wildly inside my mouth. Roberto continued to caress my hole with his finger, running it up and down, slowly against my hole, his fingertip slightly entering my mancunt just a bit, teasing my now very excited hole. We did this for several minutes as both hot men invaded me in their own way. Ivan was kissing me like some mad man and Roberto was gently teasing my manhole. They were both playing me like some instrument, warming me up for what was to come. I could feel the G now S L O W L Y creeping in, that familiar slight haze was setting in. Ivan broke free from my lips suddenly and motioned to Roberto in some silent code. I looked over at Roberto who walked back over to the living room. Ivan grabbed my hand and led me to the couch and motioned for me to sit near Roberto on my left. Ivan sat beside me on my right. I smiled and Roberto smiled back in a familiar knowing manner. Ivan looked at us both, one eye pinched, like trying to figure out what was going on. Then he just smiled, both eyes wide open. The G was hitting him now also. The parTy was starting. Ivan grabbed me and pushed my head back suddenly to the back of the couch as I leaned sitting back. He pulled on my legs and extended them so my lower body was stretched with my asscheeks over the edge of the seat. I spread my legs further. Roberto unscrewed the lens cap and dug out some Tina with the straw and filled the glass pipe with a generous amount of that magic dust. He grabbed the torch and cooked up the bowl carefully, turning it side to side for a few seconds, melting the crystal in the heated glass bowl until the magical smoke started to collect. He clearly knew what he was doing. Roberto took a slow and big measured inhales of the smoke, getting more and more of it into his lungs. Then he passed the glass pipe to Ivan who repeated the process. While Ivan cooked his hit, Roberto leaned back and started kissing me passionately. I knew where this was going. He looked at me with a strong gaze and nodded silently to me. We stopped our tongue dancing for a moment but he didn’t pull away from me. He looked at me again and made a gesture with his eyes into mine and exhaled that big breath of smoke he had been holding in his lungs which I then took with a BIGGER inhale. I was hungry for that smoke! His tongue then resumed with mine, kissing me even more, tongues slurping over each other, as he started to finger me again-no more teasing now-as that finger inched into my very hungry mancunt. I could hear Ivan taking several inhales of the Tina smoke as I let my exhale enter Roberto's mouth, giving the smoke back to him. Roberto pulled away from my mouth and smiled and exhaled that smoke that we had just shotgunned between each other. Before I could catch my next breath, Ivan leaned back towards me and kissed me harder. His kiss was rougher, like his body, his demeanor. His tongue was thicker and invaded my mouth wildly. And then Ivan gave me the same silent gaze and nod. I got ready, stopped any tongue movement, as he exhaled an even B I G G E R breath of that magical smoke into my lungs that I gladly accepted. I kissed him back even rougher as Roberto lit up another hit for himself as I exhaled that big breath back to Ivan who greedily accepted it, and then returned it back to me one more time. He pulled away and looked at me seriously. "Hold it in as long as you can,"Ivan directed. I did as I was told for almost a minute. And then I couldn't anymore as I felt Roberto pull in and out of my manhole slowly. I exhaled a huge cloud of the smoke that floated above us three, our eyes all glazed with lust and hunger. "Your turn," Ivan nodded. Roberto lit the glass pipe again holding it to my mouth. I let the Tina cook slowly, wanting as much of the smoke to accumulate in the bowl. I took slow, slow inhales, grabbing more smoke from the pipe until there was barely a mist of it. My head was floating as I kept the smoke in my lungs as long as I could. Roberto leaned forward and I gave in, releasing the smoke, as he inhaled my exhale, as his tongue washed the inside of my mouth gently. He continued to finger me in the same manner, light and sensual, as I spread my legs further apart. He returned the smoke back to my lungs as I moaned in the double-hole-pleasure between my mouth and my manhole. He pulled away from me suddenly as Ivan's lips were now at my mouth waiting for my exhale that I gladly provided. Ivan's finger now joined Roberto's and his invasion-like his tongue-was rougher and more firm. Ivan took my breath and kissed me hard again, that thick tongue going crazy in my mouth. And then after some moment, he exhaled the magic smoke back to me, kissed me hard again and pulled away. Both men watched me - their eyes burning with intensity as their fingers flicked inside my hole. I exhaled a LARGE cloud above us. I rolled my head side to side, looking fondly at Roberto and then at Ivan. The G was taking us on that special ride. Ivan looked at my hole, while both men’s fingers were probing me. Then he smiled at Roberto. “I told you this mancunt special.” Ivan looked at my hole again, almost proud, like I was his discovery. “Yeah,” Roberto replied, “that is definitely a manpussy.” I love how he said that: the “ssss” sound extended slightly longer in annunciation with a soft, sensual curve, in contrast to how Ivan calls it a mancunt with emphasis on the consonants. Roberto’s fingers inched in deeper besides Ivan’s fingers, also still in my hole. “I have had real pussy," Roberto explained, "and this feels fucking better than pussy.” He smiled and winked at me again. “When Ivan told me weeks ago about your manpussy I could not believe him. And he said you are very masculine but have this magical manpussy. I didn’t understand.” Fingers danced inside my hole as my breathing became more rapid. “And then he told me about how you introduced him to parTying and how your manpussy got more hungry…I knew I had to meet you.” “Oh y e a h …my mancunt does get very hungry,” I looked at Ivan, moaning, almost whispering, that hunger building between my legs. “When I told him about your mancunt,” Ivan explained, “I could tell he would be good surprise for you as I see he got hardon listening to my story.” Ivan reached over and squeezed Roberto’s jock pouch. Roberto pulled his head back slightly, surprised by Ivan's motions, and moaned. “Yeah he VERY HARD for your mancunt,” Ivan proclaimed, squeezing harder, and laughing “He like your mancunt.” The G was in full effect along with the heavy amount of our first bowl we smoked earlier. All of us were clearly FLYING, horny as hell, the air around us seemed to heat up. Roberto grabbed Ivan’s jock pouch with his free hand and squeezed also. Both men now were holding each other’s big cocks hidden under their jocks, their other hands exploring my hole which was getting more loose with their stretching and finger-fucking my juicy manhole. I grabbed both hot men towards me as we all three kissed at the same time. I would dance with Ivan's tongue, then do the same with Roberto. And then it was even hotter to feel both their tongues with each other inside my mouth as both men continued to finger me. Ivan pulled his hand away from Roberto’s crotch and grabbed the back of my neck forcing my mouth to lock in tighter with him. Roberto followed and did the same. The three of us were being primal and sharing in our masculine, sexual energy. We were all moaning, kissing with force, then slow and passionate, and then forceful again, saliva dripping down our faces. Roberto pulled away suddenly. “Let me look at that manpussy,” he licked his lips. He said that in a way that sounded so sordid. I spread my legs further apart. Ivan continued to kiss me hard and deep, pulling me forward with the hand behind my neck, gripping me hard, our mouths locked. I moaned as I heard Roberto slip down from the couch. Both men’s fingers left my manhole for the first time in an hour. Ivan now grabbed me with both hands and was kissing me deep and hard. I felt that shocking emptiness in my hole, that longing to be filled immediately. It was almost punishing. But it lasted a mere moment that was alarming after all the pleasure that had preceded it. “Wow,” Roberto exclaimed. I felt his fingers – more this time – spreading my hole, pulling it carefully apart, spreading it, making it bigger. “Holy shit,” he said. “Your hole is so beautiful. The asslips are so soft and look BIGGER than earlier!” Ivan was still kissing me and I could barely hear Roberto but whatever he was saying in that soft accent, and that soft fingering, was only turning me on further. Roberto continue to probe my hole carefully. He was taking his time. He had never experienced this before; it was all new and foreign to him. I could feel him brush against the left side of my asslips, the flat part of his fingers passing through, lightly, teasing my hole. Then he would do the same with his right hand on the right side of my asslips, again, soft, gentle, teasing. Meanwhile Ivan was grabbing my head forcefully, devouring my mouth with his big lips, his fat tongue grinding against mine as I moaned with the contrasting invasions of both holes from both men. My head was spinning. I pushed them both away suddenly. Ivan was taken aback, like in a trance and he suddenly was jolted in reality. Roberto pulled away from between my legs but never lost his attentive gaze to my manpussy. I looked at them hungrily. "Let's move this into the bedroom," I said slowly. Ivan smiled at that as he breathed rapidly, like a hungry animal on the prowl. Roberto grabbed the parTy items. Ivan jumped off the couch then pulled me up, making sure I was balanced and steady. He then led me into the bedroom holding my right hand with his, while his left hand continued to finger my hole as we walked. F U C K. That feels SO FUCKING GOOD when a Top can't stop playing with my hole! My cock was hard despite all the T we had just smoked. I just get so turned on when a Top gives my hole attention. We entered the bedroom. Both men were surprised to see the equipment all spread out. Roberto had a big grin on his face. My bed was covered in a black vinyl playsheet, fisting porn playing on the flat screen, mirrors placed around the room. The sling was ready as was the rimchair. Ivan looked the most stunned as he had only been in the same room several months ago when it was empty, mostly boxes spread around then. Now the room was ready for a parTy. Ivan was staring at the rimchair. Then he looked at me, fingers still playing inside my manhole. “You bad boy.” (To be continued…)

After reading about JW I checked him out they really look like brothers and hes HOT

I fucked a load into the window washer. The boss said he would probably be good to go for a ride on the bench. And he was. He is short and slender. Tight, killer bod once I got his clothes off. Enjoys having his ass eaten which I love to do, so much so I never got a taste of his cock. We also tried out the rim seat and my shoulders are still sore from trying to force my head up his ass. Gotta get a pillow for that thing. He begged for my load either in his hole or on his face. I opted for a proper breeding. He also only wanted spit for lube. Not really a problem since I spent so much time with my tongue up there. Looking forward to a repeat. 😜

LOVE being a faggot and correct those that use 'proper' crap like LGBTRFGBJJGFDWGB+++++. Geez, just HATE that crap and those that use it or correct those that do not. "Faggot' easily defuses any possible hate as there is nowhere further to go. 'Gay' is fine, too, as a simple and easy place to describe me, but faggot really explains what I am and what I like to do and what you are invited to do to me, straight of gay. Life is so simple when the bullshit is stripped away.

The school year is coming to an end. Four parts to go... --------- Chapter 7.1 - Futures They were sitting in the hot tub at Joe's apartment complex and were on the second round of beers when yet another guy came walking toward the tub and muttered "Oh shit... poz" before changing directions towards the regular pool. Kyle laughed and sunk back into the water. "We might need to find a new place, Joe. I think we've tagged as many as we can at this apartment complex. I'm not even sure the last one saw mine. Mateo's was all it took" Kyle said. He got grins from the other three. "This app says eight are looking. Ric's been pretty successful by cruising the bathroom. They follow him in and come out changed for life. You guys can try, I'll save the spots. I'm saving my load for some college boys tomorrow" Joe replied. "I can give you a list of the good cruising places on campus if you want" Ric said. Joe laughed. "Not here, this time. I'm flying out in the morning for a campus recruiting thing. The company needs some fresh meat and since we finished my project early, I get to go interview at a couple university job fairs. This time, I'm on the other side of the table and get to make them sweat" he explained. "Sweat as you pound them or from night sweats after you've knocked em up?" Kyle asked. Joe laughed and said "The last school was weird. None of the underclassmen wanted to hookup. They said I was too old. I did a couple grad students though and one professor." "Ah, too young to be a daddy, too old to be an undergrad. Actually, those are my favorites, but I'm different than most college guys, I guess" Ric replied, snickering. Mateo gave him a wink before saying "I need to start doing interviews. I'm not going to graduate this semester, but I should get some practice in. I hate doing things like that so I probably suck." "Suck the interviewer good enough and you'll get the job. Just ask Joe" Kyle said. Everyone laughed but Joe. "Yeah. We have new rules because of Greg and me. I can't be part of the interview process if its with anyone I've fucked, or as HR puts it 'had an intimate relationship'". "We've been intimate? The sex I have with you is nothing like when Mateo and I do it. That's usually very intimate" Ric said with a big grin. "Sometimes. Other times we rut like dogs. Just ask my brother. But... I need to piss, so let's see if I can lead any of these bottoms to a quick, intimate encounter" Mateo said. He climbed out of the tub, dried off and slipped on his flip-flops before heading into the building. "Have you seen the guy we tag teamed last year?" Ric asked. "Yeah, that slut is still around. Last time he had a few loads in him before I added mine" Kyle said. Mateo walked slowly into the lobby, down the hall to the restroom and to a urinal. He pulled his partially hard cock out of his trunks and began to pee. A tall thin guy walked past him saying "Nice ink. Are you a Scorpio?" "Nah... I just like to warn guys I can sting" Mateo said, shaking off the last few drops. It had become his regular line when guys asked, since he wanted to make sure anyone he fucked knew what they were getting. "Uh... Uh... What do you mean?" the guy asked, standing at the urinal but not pissing. Mateo looked at the guy and replied "I think you know what I mean. Want to take a chance at a more positive future?" He could tell the guy was nervous but watched him back up slightly with a rigid cock in his hand, pointing straight out. Mateo slid his hand in the back of the guy's speedo and fingered the hole. "Five minutes of fun can lead to a lifetime of consequences" he said as he guided the guy into the stall. He pushed the swimsuit down and the bottom stepped out of one leg before straddling the toilet and leaning against the wall. Mateo pushed his finger in, forcing some spit deeper before adding more spit and a second finger. The fingers were shortly replaced with his bare cock. He had been too eager to get his dick in the guy to close the stall door so his leg held it open. The tight hole felt too good to worry about it and once he'd slid his cock all the way in, he began to drill him. Mateo never fucked hard other than a few firm thrusts. Unlike Ric, he wasn't a hole wrecker. He wanted it to feel like any other fuck, just one that might leave a lasting impression. He got into a good pace, bouncing off the lightly padded ass when he heard someone come into the bathroom. From the stories Ric had told him of that bathroom, he didn't need to worry about being seen and all he heard initially was heavy breathing behind him to match the gasps and grunts from his bottom. Mateo assumed the guy behind him was jerking his cock and when he started grunting too, it was confirmed. His strokes got faster and the guy behind him asked breathlessly "You gonna knock him up?" "Gonna try" Mateo replied as he thrust in and felt his cock pulse. The bottom moaned and Mateo felt the guy's hole squeeze several times around his cock. Once the bottom had finished shooting his load, Mateo pulled back and watched the hole slowly close. He turned around and saw his voyeur. "Want a taste?" he asked and the short muscled guy quickly dropped to the floor. His tongue licked the cum clinging to the piercing before lapping over the rest of the shaft. Mateo heard him slurp the cum into his mouth as he glanced back and saw the tall guy look back. He let the short guy clean his dick a minute before he pushed him off. As Mateo bent over to pull his trunks back up he said "He's all ready for the next dick or you can eat his ass. There's a lot more cum inside" before he walked out. "Long piss or did you do both of them?" Joe asked. "Just the tall guy. The muscle dude licked me clean so there won't be cum floating in the hot tub" Mateo said. -- "I'm glad you could come in and talk with us. Everyone that spoke with you is very impressed. We've had mixed results with employee referrals when they've had a relationship of some kind. Some, like Joe, work out really well and others fail miserably" Patrick said. "It went better than I thought it would. I don't have a lot of experience interviewing" Mateo replied. "I know most of Joe's... acquaintances are pretty casual since he's very serious about his partner. Are you just friends?" Patrick asked, his curiosity winning over asking an inappropriate question. "Well, Joe is a good friend of my boyfriend's, so that's how I met him. As you can guess, since he ruled himself out of interviewing me, our friendship goes pretty deep" Mateo said before chuckling. Patrick chuckled as well, saying "I doubt he has any friends that he doesn't have sex with at some point. Co-workers, too. He's one of the few who know how to keep work and play separate. Uh... Getting back to the job... I know you said you wanted to continue on for a year to get a second undergrad degree. That's pretty unusual. Most people would rather have a job than the second degree." "It's a little complicated. I am close to having the double major already and if I stay in school another year I can keep living with my boyfriend. If I get a job at the end of the school year, I might end up anywhere in the world and long distance relationships are very hard" Mateo explained. Patrick nodded. "I admire your commitment to each other. I'd like to make an offer that might make everyone happy. If you can finish your degrees next fall, we would like to hire you and I'll guarantee that you will be assigned here. If you think it's OK, I'll send you an official offer and you can talk it over with your partner" he told Mateo. "That sounds good. Really good" Mateo replied. -- "You trained him well" Ric told Jason as he pulled his cock out of the sub's mouth. He looked down and the sub just stood there, waiting for his next order from his master. "This one was easy. His old Dom got him most of the way so I picked up where he left off when he moved. Not like the new one I'm dealing with. I haven't broken him yet. He still thinks he's straight and free" Jason replied. "I've only done it for role play. I don't think I could do it 24/7 with someone much less two guys. My boyfriend would kill me if I spent that much time with a guy that wasn't him. Fucks on the side are ok, cuz he does them too, but that's it. That's the kind of sex life I want, too" Ric said. "Well, I kinda fell into this new guy. My boyfriend's sister dated this asshole and after the second time he raped her, we got involved in showing him who is really in charge. He hates fags too, so it's more fun to see him suck dick and get fucked. I even have Bobby here using him, just to show him that he's the lowest guy in the hierarchy" Jason explained. Jason pulled out his phone and flipped around until he'd found pictures from their session the day before. "This is the dude. His attitude doesn't show in the pics, but he really thinks that if he obeys us for a few weeks, she'll drop the charges" he added. Ric looked through the first few pics and when he got to the face pic, he laughed before saying "I expected Steve to do something like that." "What? You know him? You think he's a closeted cocksucker?" Jason asked, looking confused. "No, fuck a girl even if she says 'no'. I know he's a homophobic asshole and would hate anyone getting their dick near him" Ric replied. "How do you know him? Have a bad run-in with him?" Jason asked, getting more curious. "He was my first roommate in the dorms. He told the RA after a week that he was afraid I would rape him in his sleep, so I got moved" Ric said, feeling the anger come back. "You guys are about the same size, it's not like you could overpower him. Not like my boyfriend and I do. We both are bigger and stronger than that piece of shit" Jason replied. "Well, if you can't fight, you bitch and whine and the lazy ass RA took the easy way out. Steve didn't need to worry, he's not my type. I like em queer and have more than a handful of working brain cells. I bet he just shakes in his boots when you have him on his knees. All of his macho attitude is just a facade. I don't think I'd let his teeth get anywhere near my dick though" Ric said. "You'd be surprised at how obedient a guy is when someone has their balls in a tight grip. My boyfriend has strong hands too. Steve was curled up and whimpering after the first hard squeeze. He's got a ways to go, but he's getting used to dick in his mouth and ass. Bobby has been breeding him pretty often, usually to open him up for me" Jason said, his grin turning a little sinister. "Bobby might be knocking him up soon. I've dumped several loads in him after you gave me the first chance a couple weeks ago" Ric said. He looked down and saw Bobby smile. Ric wasn't sure what turned Bobby on more - getting pozzed or having the chance at pozzing Steve. "Oh? I assumed you were undetectable. Most poz guys I meet here at the bathhouse are" Jason said. "Nah, staying toxic a while. Anyway... I got to get going. Have fun with your new project and keep an eye on Bobby here for the next week. He might be feelin a little crappy" Ric said, chuckling before he headed to the locker room. -- Ric was standing at the urinal in the dorm, draining a very full bladder. "Heya, Ric" Scotty said as he walked up to the next urinal. "Hi stranger. Haven't seen either one of you guys around. How are you doing?" Ric asked. "Better now. Uh... Did Dan tell you?" Scotty said. "Tell me what? I haven't seen him for at least a month. Last time was when I ran into him waiting for an elevator" Ric asked, shaking the piss off his dick. "We tested poz. He said you told him we should go over at the clinic to find out for sure. They've been really understanding. We did counseling the first week, but it was hard since there were so many cute guys around that kept us distracted" Scotty told him. "Oh. Sorry, but I warned you. You guys will be OK. Trust me" Ric said. He zipped up and stepped back to the wall behind the urinal and Scotty followed. "Yeah, we know. We learned a lot... mostly about our relationship. You were right about being able to play around and still love each other. It's hot hearing about each other's hookups. It's just hard finding guys that are poz or that are willing to play bare. Most of the poz guys seem to be as freaked out as we were. We really don't know where to look for anyone to play with" Scotty said. "I know a few of your neighbors that might be interested. All of 'em thought you two were off limits" Ric replied. He was bending the truth since he'd told all of them to keep their hands off and let them come out on their own. Scotty smiled back at him and Ric asked "Uh... did you guys go on meds?" Scotty laughed briefly and said "No... Dan wants us to be like you and share first" Scotty said softly. "Cool. That's hard to do if you're only looking for other poz guys. Had any luck?" Ric asked. "Not yet. Dan tried one guy but he got scared and pulled off after only a few minutes" Scotty said. "You should try the bathhouse, then. No one asks about status over there. Hector might still have some cards for guys like you to get in for free" Ric said. "Maybe you can take us over there and show us the ropes some time" Scotty said, winking at Ric before walking over to the sink, washing his hands and heading back to his room. -- "Hey, good to see you again. Thought you forgot about us" the attendant said as he checked Ric, Dan and Scotty in. It had been over a month since he'd been to the bathhouse. School, clients and other activities had kept him busy. "Two twinks, one blond, one brown. Both have blue rope ankle bracelets. Been lookin for something potent for a few weeks now. Don't think anyone's done 'em yet. Have fun!" the attendant added. Ric led them to the locker room and they started to strip down. "Really? He tells you stuff like that?" Dan asked. "Yeah... It's one of the perks of the card. From your number they know who's toxic and willing to share" Ric replied. They wandered out into the halls, seeing who was around. After a short walk, they found the twinks in the sauna, sitting along the side staring at each person that walked in. "I'll let you guys have fun" Ric said, heading back to the door. The look of panic on both Dan and Scotty's face told him that they were still unsure of their cruising skills. He turned back, wrapped his arms around both and guided them to the other side of the sauna, whispering "Let them come to you." Dan sat on his right, Scotty on the left and Ric talked to them a bit. "Don't be too eager. Bottoms should be the ones wanting to get fucked, tops pick the ones worthy of taking their dick and cum. Don't be afraid to say no if they don't excite you" he said. A few minutes later he watched the twinks start to make their move. They walked closer and the brown haired guy elbowed the blond and and said something into his ear. "Does that tattoo mean you're toxic?" the shaggy brunette asked quietly as he got close. Ric smiled and nodded. "Can we taste it?" the blond asked, making Ric chuckle. Usually guys that wanted a charged load were more direct and wanted him to fuck them, but he quickly had an idea. "Give em room, guys" Ric said to Dan and Scotty, winking at each of them. Soon, he had the twinks bent over each of his spread legs, kneeling on the lower bench and licking his cock from the sides. When it was fully hard and their tongues and lips were occupied, Ric looked over at both Dan and Scotty who were stroking their own hard cocks. After a few more minutes, the brown haired guy took the tip of Ric's cock in his mouth and pulled the foreskin back while the blond worked the base. He didn't go down very far and gave the blond enough room to explore more than an inch or two of Ric's cock. Ric whispered "No rimming, just spit n shove" to Dan and Scotty before he motioned for them to move behind the two cocksuckers. They took their spots and Ric watched Dan drool a rope of spit just above the smooth crack and Scotty then do the same with the blond guy. The brown haired twink made a noise and started to pull off, only to have Ric's hand hold him down. The blond just kept licking on the hard shaft. The couple looked at each other, grinned and simultaneously pushed in. Scotty bottomed out first since he drove in a little faster, but Dan was only a few seconds behind. Ric could feel the guys sucking him squirm, but a hand on each head kept them in their place. The longer he watched, the more impressed he was with Scotty's topping abilities. From all of their talks, he thought Scotty was strictly a bottom. The twinks sucking on his cock were less impressive and clearly distracted by the bare cocks drilling their asses. Dan and Scotty started to plow harder and soon were bouncing off the twinks' butts. Ric could tell they were enjoying the the bottom's holes. Each one would watch his dick drive into the hairless hole and then glance over at the other one, smiling. Once he heard the first grunt from Dan, he knew they weren't going to last much longer. Dan's thrusts slowed but got harder, Scotty did the opposite and drove in faster. On cue, they came a second apart. Dan's louder grunts were accompanied by Scotty's softer groan. Both stood there as their cocks spurted and spewed out their newly viral cream, filling their respective bottoms. The brown haired twink also got his mouth filled with spurts of Ric's cum, giving him the taste of toxic cum that he had asked for. The look on Scotty's face surprised Ric, he never imagined that he'd enjoy breeding a neg guy with his charged load, especially after his comments about getting counseling when they found out they were poz. They both stood there still inside the twinks' holes and a satisfied look on their faces. Once their cocks were out of the bottoms, Dan and Scotty took their places on the bench again. The twinks stood back up and Ric watched the brown haired guy swallow his load. "Don't we get your cock too?" the blond asked. "Not this time, but you got my bug from these guys. They might even be more toxic than me" Ric said with a smile. He realized from their expressions that they never expected the guys he was with were poz too. They backed away slowly and headed to the door and down the hall towards the showers. "God that was amazing. I never thought I'd do something like that with Dan" Scotty said. "Yeah, I thought we might share a bottom, but to fuck a guy next to my boyfriend like that was wild. I'm so proud of him being able to top so good with all these guys watching" Dan replied. "I didn't even notice them. I was so turned on fucking my first neg guy that I only paid attention to us five. At first, I just wanted to prove to you and Ric that I could do it, but the longer I went the more turned on I got. The load I gave the blond guy was huge" Scotty said, grinning. "Yeah, mine was too. I wonder if we'll ever know if that fuck did it" Dan said. "That's the thing about these kinds of breedings... you rarely find out if you were the one or one of several. But now you know how this place works. I hope you'll come back and try out the other rooms. There's lots more fun to be had around here, whether the guy you play with is neg or poz" Ric said. They showered before the three went back to the locker room and got dressed. "I see you found the pair of twinks. They looked a little worried as they left" the attendant said to Ric as they went past. "As the saying goes... be careful of what you ask for. I didn't breed them... these guys did. They got the same result, though. Hope it sticks" Ric said as they walked out the door.

There's nothing better than going home to the wife with a hole full of sperm - preferably several laods

Chapter 6.3 - Down the Hall He'd been playing around too much Spring semester and now it was time to pay up. Midterm tests were coming and Ric worried that his grades were suffering. Taylor's comment from a year before was getting too close to the truth, he was fucking his way through college. The door was closed and he had earbuds in playing quiet nature sounds while he studied. Ric reached around and grabbed the water jug from the small dorm fridge. It only had half a glass left and it was time for short break to refill it. As he pulled his earbuds off and put them back in the charging case there was a knock at the door. Ric opened it up and saw a startled short guy looking back at him. Ric recognized the guy from the other end of the floor, but had only seen him wandering around and had never talked to him. Ric wore his usual uniform of only jogging shorts and sandals while the other guy had jeans and a tee on. Standing at least five inches shorter than Ric, he looked intimidated. "Hi, what's up?" Ric asked. "Uh... Hi. I'm David from the other end of the hall. My... Uh... roommate is really sick and he asked me if you could come down there to check him out" the guy said. Ric chuckled and replied "I'm not sure why he'd want to talk to me since I'm not a doctor. I haven't even made it to pre-med yet." "I don't know anything or why he wanted you, but he asked so here I am. Can you please just come see him? He looks awful" David asked. Ric set the water bottle down, grabbed his phone and keys and followed David back to his room. Ric wasn't really sure who David's roommate was, but followed him at a brisk pace down the long hallway. Once in the room, Ric remembered the roommate immediately. João laid there almost naked with a pair of skimpy briefs struggling to contain a large bulge. He looked like a lot of soccer players he saw on TV. He was pretty sure he played on the team with Toby, but since he'd only gone to one game he wasn't sure. The few times he'd run into João, he seemed to have a very macho attitude and had actively avoided any of the openly gay guys on the floor, Mateo and Ric included. He had assumed that João was straight and homophobic, but maybe that was premature judgment. Ric was a little surprised to see him manscaped, with his chest hair trimmed, stomach shaved and a perfect, narrow line of hair running from his navel down to the top of the briefs. The beard on his face was similarly trimmed close all the way up the sides of his head to a slightly longer top. The only thing that prevented him from modeling the latest swimwear was that his body was covered in sweat and he passed out almost as soon as Ric got there. João's neck looked swollen and Ric saw a few patches of rash on his otherwise unblemished light brown skin. Almost immediately, Ric knew why he was called and had a guess as to what João was experiencing. "What's his temperature?" Ric asked and before getting a reply asked "How long has he been like this?" David said "It started Thursday night. I don't have a thermometer, so I don't know what his fever is. He looked bad when I went to classes yesterday and the rash started this morning. He keeps moaning like he's in pain, too." Ric glanced up and saw the large Brazilian flag hanging next to the bed and muttered "crap" to himself since his knowledge of Portuguese was only slightly better the German that the guy had tried to converse with him at the bathhouse a week earlier. "Can you go to the RA's room and see if he has a thermometer?" Ric asked David. He saw João open his eyes and asked "Habla Espanol?" and got a strained "poquito" in reply. "OK, I think I know why you asked for me" he said and before he could finish his sentence, he saw João pointing a finger at his biohazard tattoo. "Ah, well, welcome to the club" Ric said. He then told João "I don't speak Portuguese and I was hoping we could talk privately, but English it is. I assume if you got HIV it was from gay sex. Correct?" and watched João nod 'yes' before breathing deep. "Does David know you're gay or bi?" Ric asked next. He heard João reply softly "No. No one knows." There was pain in his voice and he knew João ached like he never had before. He remembered feeling the same a few years earlier. A few seconds later, David came in the room with a digital thermometer. "He said to aim it at the forehead, several inches away and hold it there a few seconds" David said. "101.7 F which is... 38.7 C" Ric said, handing the thermometer back to David. A moment later he continued "Keep checking it every four or six hours and if it gets much higher, he should go to the emergency room. Let's get some wet towels for him and I'll go pick up some stuff to keep him hydrated." Ric kept checking on him and it took until the following Wednesday until João's fever broke and he was able to walk around. Monday after classes and with his first mid-term exam completed, he dragged João over to the clinic to find out for sure. Wednesday they were back and Ric sat in the waiting room and he finally saw João come out of the exam area with Hector ushering him back. "He's going to need some help. He said that he knew what it was, but still took it hard. I'm glad you are here to watch him. But... Uh... Is it from you?" Hector asked. Ric shook his head 'no' and said "I didn't know he went that way. He avoided all of us gay guys. But I guess he saw my tattoo at some point and asked for me when he got sick." "We won't know what his numbers are until the end of the week. Bring him back next Monday and we'll figure out what he wants to do. Keep an eye on him until then, please?" Hector asked. Ric nodded and the pair headed back to the dorm. "If you want to talk, I'm a good listener, but I'd like to know what happened" Ric said after they got a half block away. "My parents are not accepting of people like us. They said very bad things about my cousin and almost as bad about my uncle and aunt for... loving him anyway. So, I have kept it to myself. Here, I can find men to meet and not have to worry about them finding out" João said softly. After a pause, he continued "I met a guy several weeks ago. He was nice at first and the sex was amazing. The last time we met, he got angry while he fucked. He told me that I was going to pay for the asshole that pozzed him. That all of us Mexican fags deserve to die from AIDS. But I'm not from Mexico..." he said, starting to sob. Ric put his arm around João and they stopped. "Stupid people lump all of us brown folks in whatever bucket their racist minds want to. You'll be ok, life will go on. It's not like you can change it, anyway" Ric said. Over the weekend, Ric, Mateo and João talked. "One of the questions they'll ask you is if you want to go on treatment right away" Mateo said. "Why wouldn't I? Doesn't everyone?" João asked. "Not all. Neither of us are and I know several other guys that aren't. I love feeling a guy filling me up with viral loads almost as much as I like giving them" Ric said. The shocked look on João's face surprised Ric and he wondered which part shocked him. "You're not afraid to take more infected cum? Or infect them?" João asked. "Once you have it, it doesn't matter. Some neg guys like the risk and others want it, so we can help them out" Ric replied, smiling back at João. "Do you mean I don't have to worry any more? I could take your poz cum and it wouldn't make me sick again?" João asked. "No. Not now or after you start medications. The only guys you might want to stay away from are neg guys that aren't on PrEP. Unless they want your bug. You would be very toxic right now" Mateo said. João shook his head. "No, I am only a bottom... But you could fuck me and we both would be ok?" He asked. "Of course. Why? Are you horny?" Ric asked. He and Mateo watched as João nodded 'yes' quickly, his body tingling at the thought of finally having sex again. Ric closed and locked the door and when he turned around, Mateo was pulling João's jersey over his head. Ric tugged his shorts down and they were all naked seconds later. Ric pressed against his back and Mateo his front. Mateo kissed him roughly until Ric turned João's head and and did the same. When Mateo turned his head back, Ric slid down his back, letting his tongue trace down his spine. João let out a loud moan when Ric grabbed both butt halves and buried his face in. The muscled ass was firm in his hands and the experienced hole felt good on his tongue. For all of the manscaping that João did on the upper front side of his body, he left the layer of fur on his legs and ass natural. Ric was in heaven and barely noticed when João bent over and started sucking on Mateo's cock. Ric felt a tap on his arm and knew that was Mateo's indication that it was time to change up. Next, João was on his knees, taking Ric's dick into his mouth while Mateo was getting in position to enter João's hole. The moment Mateo's cock touched João's hole Ric felt him tense up. Ric quietly said "Shhhh, you'll be ok. He won't hurt you and you can't hurt him" as he stroked João's head. Mateo's face soon smiled and Ric watched his boyfriend slowly slip inside the muscular ass. A moan surrounded his cock, followed by a tongue resuming it's work on his shaft. Mateo slowly built up speed which helped Ric's cock thrust into João's throat. João took the ass and throat drilling better than Ric expected, since most closeted guys didn't have a lot of experience. He even deep throated himself on Ric's cock a few times, staying down longer than most guys. When Ric heard the familiar growls, he knew his boyfriend was close. Ric slipped his cock out of the warm, wet mouth and held João's head gently. The whimper from João when Mateo came deep in his ass was a little surprising. Ric wondered if it was from regret or if he really was that submissive. When Mateo pulled out, Ric said "Turn around" and watched both guys turn around on their knees. He was close and he didn't know how much longer he could hold the cum in his balls. Ric reached around and guided João's stiff shaft to Mateo's ass and got another whimper. "Just slide in, I'll do the rest" Ric said and with half of João's cock in, Ric drove his own spit covered shaft into the cum filled hole. Moans came out of all three guys while Ric started to thrust into the freshly bred hole. Mateo had stretched him enough that Ric easily started pounding João. "Fuck, that's one hot poz ass" Ric said as his hips bounced off the firm butt. After a few minutes, Ric realized that João was pulling back after each inward thrust so that the next thrust would fuck him into Mateo's chute. "Maybe he's not a total bottom" Ric thought. A hard thrust pushed his dick all the way into João's hole and thus his into Mateo. Ric pumped a few more times and then buried his cock again. When he did it the next time, he felt João's hole spasm around his cock and a deep moan come from Mateo. He stayed planted, enjoying the muscles massage his shaft as João bred his first guy since converting. When the squeezes softened, Ric plunged one more time into João's hole and unleashed his own viral seed into the sloppy chute. The three stood there, breathing heavy with their sweaty bodies pressed together for a few minutes. The sound of gasping was broken up when Mateo said "That was a huge load... When did you cum last?" "Before I got sick" João said, sounding embarrassed. "You sure he'll be ok?" he then asked and finally "I have not fucked anyone since I came here for school." "Hopefully it won't be the last time. You have a great dick and I love how that little curve feels" Mateo said. They pulled out from each other and laid on the floor, João licking Ric's cock and Mateo, his. "Feel better?" Mateo asked. "Much better. Both of you fuck like my friends from last year. It brought back a lot of good memories" João said. "What happened to them?" Ric asked. "They graduated and moved back to Sao Paulo. They want me to go back for their wedding, but now I can't" João said. "There are lots of solutions. If you want to go, you should" Mateo said. "Back to the present... How did you like breeding my boyfriend?" Ric asked. "It felt good, but I don't think I could have done it without you fucking me at the same time" João replied.