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I was ready for this reunion within the reunion to end. My childhood friend Peter was not. With two of my fresh loads in his ass he bent me over the sink as I protested, “What are you doing?” “Just returning the favour old friend, just returning the favour.” He couldn’t say anything more because his five o’clock shadow was scratching my ass cheeks as he devoured my virgin hole. Fuck, another first. I was so lost in the pleasure of this new experience that I didn’t notice when he stood. That is until his cock penetrated my unsuspecting hole. I screamed, pushed him out and away, pulled up my pants and ran down the vacant hall while trying to fasten my trousers. Without saying a word to anyone I fled the reunion and made my way to the closest hotel where I proceeded to get royally drunk. The next day I left town and swore I would never return. Over the next three years I met a wonderful woman. Within months we were married and by the end of the first year had our first child together. Deep inside I was filled with a profound disquiet. I hated that I was always on the lookout for shirtless men. I couldn’t hide from myself how turned on I was if their chests were covered with a thick mat of fur as was developing more and more on my own skinny chest. I grew more and more stressed until my wife suggested, and then insisted, that I go for some counseling. I have no idea what I babbled on about for the first four sessions, but there was no way I could tell this nice woman what was bothering me. One night I rented the video ‘Making Love’ and began watching it after my wife went to bed. When it came to the guy’s sex scene, I felt sick to my stomach, shut off the movie, grabbed a bottle of ‘Jack Daniels’ and drove off to a nearby private beach that I used for clandestine skinny dipping from time to time. I proceeded to rapidly down the entire bottle and got violently sick. Exhausted I fell into a fitful sleep and awoke cold as the sun was just starting to rise. I arrived home with my tail between my legs to be greeted by my wife. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you are scaring me and I’m afraid if this continues you will scare our son. I don’t know what you are talking about in therapy, but you better get to the root of what’s going on and fast.” Later that day, I entered my therapist’s office red eyed, and shame faced. I just cried and cried, weeping for the first twenty minutes. She calmly and patiently waited, from time to time reassuring me to ‘let it out’ and that ‘everything is going to be OK.’ Eventually, the words just started vomiting out of my depths. The movie spurring my drinking binge. My addictive attraction to men’s hairy chests. And, eventually, confessing my encounters over the years with Peter. “Have you ever told anyone before?” she gentle inquired. “NO!” “I see. Thanks for trusting me.” Over the next many weeks, I was eventually able to admit that I must at least be bisexual. I figured ‘I couldn’t have my cake and eat it too’, so I needed to resolve to push my attraction to men away and stay committed to my ‘good marriage.’ She patiently listened. Assured me I was a good man, husband and father. Only then sharing her doubts that I could just push the gay or bi feelings and needs away. When I finally relented that I thought she was right I asked her what I was supposed to do. “What do you want to do?” She patiently enquired. “Have it all go away.” “You’ve tried, how has that worked?” “It hasn’t. So, tell me what am I supposed to do?” “I can’t tell you what to do.” “But I don’t know where to start, or what to do next. I can’t tell my wife.” “You can’t tell her yet, but you’ll find the right time. In the meantime, you may need to do some experimenting.” “Experimenting? You mean have sex with guys?” “Maybe. But at least talk with some gay and bi guys.” She gave me contact information for a gay and lesbian support agency. I couldn’t bring myself to go and told her so the next session. She showed me a video of guys sharing their coming out stories. For the next three sessions we talked about my thoughts from the video. I finally admitted I found one of the guys incredibly sexy and his story of experimenting sexually with a buddy to confirm his desires incredibly exciting. “Then experiment with a buddy if you need to.”, she patiently encouraged. “But I don’t have a buddy.” “What about Peter?” “Oh, I couldn’t ask him.” “Then maybe you’ll want to hire a male escort.” “Shit, are you fucking kidding?” I had instantly sprung a boner and my heart was racing. As enticing as her last suggestion was the closest I could get was to look at escort’s adds in the back of a gay porn magazine that I found in a ditch. I couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone. One weekend soon after this, I decided to get away for a solo backwoods canoe, camping trip. Surely, some solitude should help me relax. As I was unloading my car and packing the canoe another vehicle arrived. To my shock and surprise, it was Peter. What were the chances we’d pick the same weekend, wilderness area and start off point, let alone arrive at the same time. We decided to use just my canoe, but I insisted he bring along his own tent. We paddled for about four hours and found a great campsite just before the thunder clouds that had rolled in opened up with a deluge. As we rushed to get my tent up, I relented and told Peter, “get in hear out of the rain. We can put your’s up when the rain stops.” We threw everything in the tent and stripped to the buff out of our soaked clothes. I would have kept my underwear, but they were also dripping wet. I avoided looking at his nakedness and did the best I could to hide my raging hard on. As the rain continued, we talked about lots and awkwardly avoided the elephant in the tent ‘how we had parted the last time we saw each other’. The rain didn’t stop, we eventually rolled out our sleeping bags and slept naked on top of them. I feared I wouldn’t be able to sleep but the fresh air and exercise had worked their magic. The next day proved warm and sunny, so we set out in only swimwear to a close by waterfall. Rounding a corner, the falls came into view and we saw a naked straight couple romping below the cascade. We stealthily beached our boat and watched the couple as we hid in some bushes. I wanted to leave when they started having sex, but Peter was now wanking his big hard cock. I was too embarrassed no mater how much I wanted to stay and be a voyeur. I followed a trail, found a nice rock, sunned for a bit, removed my swim trunks, sunned some more all the time disquieted by what was going on at the falls just up the trail. My attention was not so much on the straight couple as images of Peter and his wank, which led to me remembering the awkward sexual sessions in our past. I had to cool myself down and jumped in for a skinny dip. Before I got out Peter paddled around the corner smiling like a Cheshire cat that had caught the biggest fattest mouse. “Fuck man, that was amazing. Why did you leave?” I avoided his question, scrambled to retrieve and put on my swimsuit and we resumed our paddle. After a great campfire and three glasses of scotch each we climbed into my tent. Again, it was sweltering hot, so we lay on top of our sleeping bags naked as the day we were born. An incredibly awkward silence ensued, and we both laid perfectly still for quite a while. That was until I heard Peter stir and his warm lips wrapped around my ridged cock. I didn’t say anything or move, I just let him service me. Eventually one of his fingers began to trace my hole. He only removed his mouth from my cock long enough to wet his finger which moved back, this time to gently penetrate my back entrance. This felt so good that I said nothing and continued not to move. His finger went deeper and deeper and was soon messaging my prostate. This drove me wild, and I bucked my hips driving my cock deep down his throat where I unloaded beyond his tonsils. I didn’t know the term at the time, but he moved up and snowballed a large portion of my protean which I instinctively proceeded to swallow. And to my surprise, loved. Without thinking I had his cock balls deep down my throat. I don’t know how he maneuvered it in the small tent, but he was soon positioned so we 69ed each other in mutual blow jobs. His talented mouth soon had me hard again. I matched his moves as we upped the speed and soon, we were synchronistic ally painting each other’s tonsils. When we gained our composure, he took my face in his hands and gently said; “I want to fuck you.” “No, thanks, but I’ll fuck you if you want.” Where I found the third load to breed up his ass is still beyond me to this day. Collapsing after my third epic orgasm I fell fast asleep. To be continued.

Peter, my first childhood friend. He lived next door. At the age of four, we loved to go behind the shed, strip to our underwear and pretend we were Indians. We would wrestle and take turns strangling and knifing each other to death. At the moment of death, we would always fall on top of each other exhilarated by our skin on skin contact. A few years later we would have sleepovers in the shed. He introduced me to tying leather straps around the base of our erections. I was intoxicated by the smell of the leather. He moved away so we didn’t see much of each other until grade nine. We would meet up at an abandoned shed and simply fondle each other’s hard ons. I was so turned on as he talked about what his older brother did to him sexually when they were left alone at home. I’m sure he wondered why I never asked him to do these things with me. I was deeply ashamed of these encounters and soon decided there was no place to talk about this and therefore it was to disappear from my life. I buried myself in my school work and the high school band. This didn’t stop me from being turned on by the handsome player beside me whose shirt always gapped so I could see his nipple and beautiful chest. After high school I left town for university, and Peter became the custodian for a private school. I was a frightened, studious nerd, never missing a class and spending hours studying and sleeping in the library. On one of my holiday visits back to my hometown I bumped into Peter on the street just down the block from the abandoned shed. He lit up a cigarette and suggested we go to the shed ‘for old times sake’. I ignored the fact that he was now married and the fear in my gut and followed him. Once inside he pinned me against a wall and kissed me passionately. My first kiss, ever! I was transported out of this world as his tongue slipped into my mouth and began to dance with mine. I don’t know how long we sucked face, but I soon realized he had opened my pants and fished out my now very stiff cock. He quickly dropped to his knees and my stiffy was deep down his hot throat. His eyes smiled up at me as his head bounced and I watched my member move back and forth in his lips. It didn’t take long ‘til I ejaculated, and he sucked down every drop. I stood horrified and frozen; he stood, grinned at me and planted another kiss on my gasping mouth. I hurriedly pulled up my pants and ran failing to savour the taste of my own cum. It would be several years before I would run into him again. I’d been working at my first job for about a year and went home for an uncle’s funeral. This coincided with my high school reunion, so I decided to attend. Of course, I went alone and was not surprised to see Peter and his wife there. I’d heard they now had three kids. I bumped into Peter alone at the bar. He was already a bit tipsy, and I was embarrassed by how blatantly he was flirting with me. I hustled him off to a private hallway and we were soon entering a one-person bathroom together. Door closed and locked I was once again pinned against the wall and our mouths were locked in a passionate kiss. When we finally broke from this I anxiously asked about his wife. He hushed me with a finger to his mouth with one of his shit faced grins. He then unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. Commando, his large, ridged cock slapped against his taunt belly and sexy treasure trail. He pushed me to my knees presenting his manhood to my face. I’d never really taken the time to notice before, but I was overcome by it’s cut, beauty. He grinned and nodded to me. With some hesitation I took the silky head in my mouth. “Use your tongue.”, he encouraged. Instinctively it found his piss slit and tried in vain to enter. He moaned his enjoyment and I was soon deep throat experimenting as I gave my very first blow job. As I felt I was just getting this figured out he pulled my head off his cock. “Stop. You’re good! I don’t want to cum yet.” He soon had his shirt off and my pants around my knees. Then he was kneeling and my penis had disappeared down his throat. ‘How was it I hadn’t experience this since the last time years ago?’ I wondered. “Oh, fuck Peter! That feels so good. I’m so close.” As he jumped to his feet and spun around, he urgently said, “No, not yet.” As he bent over leaning against the sink, he spit on one hand and rubbed it into his hairy ass hole. I had no idea what to do. He grabbed my raging hard on, pulled me to him and guided it to his winking hole. When I remained like a dear caught in headlights he backed onto my raw cock. This was the early seventies. I finally looked in the mirror and there was his classic shit faced grin urging me on. “Fuck me.” It felt great in there and I slowly started the in and out movement. Truth be told he was doing most of the moving with his ass. “Fuck me man, pound my ass.” I upped my game a little. “Faster, harder, fuck my cunt!” Something then possessed me, and I started slamming into him. Over and over and over again. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I need. Don’t stop!” “But if I keep this … up I’m … going to lose it.” I gasped. “Fuck yeah. That’s the point. Cum inside me, I need your sperm.” With those words not even fully out of his mouth I blasted, and blasted, and blasted! After the biggest orgasm of my life, I collapsed on his back as we both caught our breath. When I softened and fell out of him, he reached into his ass and brought out two fingers full of my man juices which proceeded right into his mouth. Then he kissed me and fed me my own cum, mouth to mouth. I was instantly hard again, a fact his free hand on my cock didn’t miss. In one swift move he was turned, bent and had my raw cock up his ass again. I didn’t need encouraging this time and ravaged his ass for the next twenty minutes. Oh, the stamina of youth as I had recovered and blasted the second load painting his guts. Gave my first blow job and pumped two loads into the ass of my now married childhood friend. Now that was a reunion beyond all my expectations. To be continued

My pighole

Chapter 4 – Now it’s my turn In Chapters 1 through 3, I told about meeting up with Geoff, a hairy guy with a great playroom. He had a sling and lots of toys for our use. We’d partied and fucked each other with toys and fists. While we were relaxing and getting some more liquids in us, Geoff suggested that we both do a booty bump to amp up the fun. Between the smoking and slamming we had already done, this would move us up to the next level of spun. We each picked out a nice-sized shard and then shoved them in each other’s asses. Geoff put mine in, and I soon felt the burn. I’m sure he felt the shard melting in his ass too. We gave it a few minutes to kick in; then I got back in the sling with my ass ready for more. Geoff first massaged my hole with his lubed hands, getting it ready for his fist. He’d move down for a lick occasionally, eliciting a deep moan from me. He worked fingers from both hands in and was stretching and stroking my open hole. He added more lube to his right hand and pushed it into me. Between the earlier work and the T flowing through my body, it was an easy entry. He twisted and expanded his hand in my ass, getting to all the right places. He’d draw his hand back, almost to the point of leaving my ass, before plunging it in again. While he had me stretched out, he’d rotate his hand, letting me feel his knuckles just inside my ass. Then, Geoff popped his hand out of my ass, leaving my hole gaping. He put his fingers in my hole and used his hand as a funnel to direct lube inside my ass. The cool lube felt great inside me. He pushed his right hand in and distributed the lube around my ass. At the same time, he was using the fingers of his left hand around his wrist. He’d slide a finger in alongside his wrist and circle around my hole to stretch it out even more. He added more fingers slowly until he had all four fingers inside me next to his wrist. At that point, he pulled his right hand back and put his hands together to really stretch out my hole. Damn, the feelings were amazing! Geoff kept checking with me that I was OK with what he was doing, and I encouraged him to keep going. He pulled his left hand back to add more lube but soon got it back next to its mate, twisting and opening my ass like never before. Geoff suggested a deep hit of poppers. I knew what he was planning. I took a double hit in each nostril and gave him a nod to go for it. While we were staring into each other’s eyes, he slid both hands into my ass. This was a new one for me. Knowing that I was getting double-fisted by this hot stud made my ass pulse and my cock shoot out more cum. Geoff’s hands were busy in my ass, so I scooped up the cum and fed him some, and then ate some myself. The double-fisting was intense, and I could only take it for a little while. Geoff slowly worked his right hand out, leaving his left one inside me. He gently circled my hole with his fingers, getting me to a more relaxed state. At that point, he was able to pull his hand out and repeatedly pound back into my ass. I was swinging on the sling, adding to the depth and excitement of what we were doing. We slowed down, and Geoff eventually took his hand out of my ass. Without asking, he shoved his semi-hard cock inside my gaping ass. He was able to fuck me a bit but was really after something else. He asked me if I wanted his chempiss and I told him to let it fly. He buried his cock as deep as he could. I could see him concentrating on getting his piss to flow. Soon, I felt the spreading warmth as he filled my ass with his piss. He kept his cock inside me for a bit, then pulled out and put a butt plug in to keep the liquid inside me. I felt the rush from it, less potent than the slam or booty bump, but still making my body react. Once he pulled out, he pissed some more on my stomach, which was really hot. I ran my hands through it and licked some off my hands. Geoff leaned down and tasted some too. My cock added more liquid, but it was more cum than piss. We shared some of that too. I collapsed back in the sling, feeling totally spent. Geoff went over to the bed and laid down on it. Once I felt stable enough, I got out of the sling, went over to the bed, and laid down next to him. We made out for a while, feeling each other’s cocks and asses. I stuck my nose in one of his armpits and got into licking out the sweat from there. He played with my nipples and ass while I was doing that. Eventually, we both slowed down our play. While we couldn’t sleep for a while, we just cuddled and talked. It turned out that we had a lot in common besides our need for partying and ass play. Once the sun rose, I got dressed, kissed him goodbye, and went home. The next time should be even more intense.

Chapter 1 – Daniel is a working man Horny again, I got on a few of the apps with little hope of success. It was late on a workday, and guys would use the “I have to get up for work in the morning” excuse while collecting pictures and talking nasty. But I was horny and willing to engage. There’s a big factory being built near where I live. There are lots of guys that were brought in to work there, and some of them are really hot. A little rough around the edges, but a hot, hairy, well-muscled stud is always a good find. A guy named Daniel hit me up on one of the apps. He said he was temporarily working at the factory, staying at his family’s cabin near the river. He only had one pic, but it showed a nice hairy chest with good definition. He said that he was getting off work soon and would love to have a guy over to help him relax. We discussed our interests, and he was mostly a top but liked mutual sucking and rimming too. He also said he’d brought his sling with him, which excited me more. We made plans to meet up after he got home. He emailed me to let me know he was home and ready to have me over. I put on shorts and a T-shirt and headed out immediately. His place overlooked the river, with a big screened-in porch across the back. I knocked on the front door, and Daniel answered quickly. He was wearing tight shorts and had a plaid shirt on that was unbuttoned. Handsome and a nice, trimmed beard. He looked great. He let me in and said that he needed to take a quick shower. I told him that wasn’t necessary since he looked pretty good as is, and I’m OK with some man musk. He shrugged and said that it was my choice. He suggested that we set up the sling on the porch. The screens would keep the bugs away, we’d hear the river while we played, and being outdoors is always fun. That sounded great to me. He got the duffle bag with the sling in it, and we started to put it together. I noticed that he had a bigger bulge in his shorts than when I first got there, so I suggested that we get naked and finish assembling the sling. We both quickly discarded our clothes and started making out and feeling each other up. Daniel had a great body, with hair in all the right places. For me, that means that he had a hairy ass. That is my favorite to look at, play with, rim, or whatever else a guy wants to do. After we got back to finishing the sling, Daniel was crouched down, looking for something in the duffle bag. I got behind him and gave his hole a quick lick. He jumped but then set it right back down on my lips. He had that great musk from a day’s work, and I love that. Not wanting to distract too much, I gave his hole a few licks and then suggested that we get back to the sling. Once the sling was ready, Daniel asked if I’d like to smoke before we got to it. I asked him what we were going to smoke, and he said that he had lots of options. I asked if he had T, and he grinned broadly and walked inside. Seeing his naked body walk away was all my cock needed to get hard. He came back with a water pipe that was ready to go. He lit the torch, melted some down, and took a deep hit before passing it to me. I did the same but then shot gunned the smoke into his mouth. He was a great kisser, so we made out like that, naked and hard on the porch, with the sounds of nature all around us. We broke apart, smoked some more, and then he had me get in the sling. He immediately started rimming my ass, and he was good at it. I was moaning and groaning, and he was having a good time. My cock had shrunk due to the T, but my ass was more than ready for him. Luckily, his cock did not suffer from shrinking, and he was stroking it while he ate my ass. Then, Daniel stood up and pressed his cock against my hole. He added some lube and slid his cock inside me. He had a thick cock, not too long, but it felt great inside me. We fucked for a while, and he said that we needed to smoke some more, so I got out of the sling. We sat on some chairs and smoked a bit, feeling each other up. I got between his legs and sucked his cock into my mouth. I could taste his precum, my ass, and the lube on his dick. When I buried my nose in his pubes, I came back with another great aroma. A hot, sexy man scent that I love. I suggested that I eat his ass. He climbed in the sling and, even in the low light, looked fucking awesome. I worked his hole, licking all around his hairy ass before focusing on the prize before me. I licked, probed, and sucked on his hole, savoring the taste and smell of a man. Daniel wanted to fuck, so he got out of the sling, I got in, and he shoved his hard cock inside me. He knew how to fuck, and we went at it for quite a while. He asked if he could breed me, and I said yes. He upped the thrusting and shoved in deep, groaning while he unloaded his cum in my ass. After, he slowly pumped my hole some more before pulling out. He sat on a chair that he positioned under the sling, looking at my freshly bred hole. He’d reach out to stroke it or stick a finger in while absentmindedly playing with his cock and, sometimes, his hole. Daniel told me he had a great time, and I thought things were over. I was getting ready to get out of the sling when he asked if I was into any other piggy play. Since he just bred my ass, he kind of already knew the answer. I told him that I liked ass-to-mouth, some piss play, and deep ass work. He stood up, came over, and fed me his cock when he asked if I’d ever been fisted. I said yes, and he asked if I was up for it tonight. Fuck, yeah! We smoked a little more before he started playing with my hole again. He had big hands, and we needed a lot of lube, but he got his hairy paw inside me. That night, we didn’t fist for too long since we had work in the morning, but he invited me over for another session this weekend.

I quite agree. Too many guys on the apps now think the definition of a man is "a life support machine for a penis".

I remember cruising before the internet where you scored just by going out with your clothes on, in a bar or on the street. And score I did, a lot But now with the apps, now that the gays have the right to reduce the entire me to the size of my dick, well it's over.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of splashing water. I climbed out of the tent to find Peter skinny dipping right off our site. I decided ‘what the hell’, slipped out of my shorts and dove in. After our swim we had a nice breakfast, checked the map for our day’s adventure and set out in the quickly climbing heat of the day. About halfway across our first portage we came upon a couple of very hunky, friendly guys camping. Even though it was before 11 a.m. they offered us beer. Peter was quick to accept and told them I didn’t drink beer. This was true and I was too shy to speak up and say that in the extreme heat I would give one a try. As the three of them talked and bantered I just grew more and more anxious. I began to worry I was moving toward a panic attack and excused myself saying I needed to pee and that maybe I’d take a swim to cool off before returning. I had a nice little swim, and when I thought it would have been long enough for them to have downed their beers, I headed back to the camp site. From a distance I could see they were having sex. Peter was in the middle being spit roasted. I couldn’t stop myself from hiding in the bushes and watching. One hunky cub pounded his ass as the other fucked his mouth. There was no doubt he was an enthusiastic participant. “Fuck, I’m so close!”, called the guy in his ass. “Breed him man”, responded the other. Peter reached behind to pull the guy tight into his ass as the tops howl made it clear he was having the orgasm of his life. The sexy cubs quickly switched places. Peter was now sucking and cleaning the cock that had just exploded in his ass and the guy fucking him quickly and loudly orgasmed. I was so turned on watching my childhood friend take two loads up the ass that I lost my balance and fell into the bush betraying my presence. Peter came over to help me up and as if nothing was out of the ordinary, he scooped some cum from his ass and fed it too me. By now they were all laughing. By the empties strewn around they had each had more than one beer. Again, I was offered a beer which I eagerly accepted and guzzled to try and hide my embracement. They each had two or three more beer to my one and soon the two cubs were pissing into Peter’s mouth and ass. I couldn’t believe what I was watching and just how none pulsed the other three were with their nakedness and sexual exploits. They acted as if I wasn’t even there. In my semi-drunken state, I finally encourage a very drunk Peter that it was time for us to move on. We returned to our lake, and I paddled the canoe back to our campsite with a naked Peter sprawled in the bottom of the canoe. As Peter slept off his drunken stupor sprawled naked out on a rock, I contemplated what I had just witnessed and tried to be honest with my reaction as my therapist had encouraged. Truth was, I had been incredibly turned on and deeply jealous of the other three for being so sexually liberated. As Peter came to his first words were, “I want to fuck you. I want to fuck your ass so badly.” “Shit man. Honestly, I want you to fuck me to. But I’m so fuckin scared.” He motioned for me to move over to him, took me into his arms, and held me in a deep embrace. I began to cry, and the crying developed into sobs and for the longest time I just wept and wept. Peter just held me tight and kissed the tears from my face until I calmed down. “Peter, I do want you to fuck me, but I’m too fucking frightened. Fuck, it’s not about want, I need you to fuck me. I need you to show me what I need. Just take me for God’s sake, just take me with your big, beautiful cock.” He took my face in his hands and kissed me so gently. He kissed the tears from my eyes and cheeks. He looked deeply into my eyes and gently said, “I want to fuck you, I want to give you what you need. Get out of your shorts.” As I disrobed, he laid back and invited me to sit on his face. I did as instructed and his tongue penetrated my hole. I instinctively bent and took his hardening cock into my mouth. He rimmed, fucked and chewed on my hole as I gaged and slobbered on his man meet. Somehow, I knew when it was time to turn and lower myself toward his powerful manhood. With one hand he steadied and aimed his cock and with the other he guided my hips into place. I felt and savoured the mushroom head of his cock teasing my hole. I couldn't believe this was actually going to happen. He just kept looking into my eyes and encouraging me with a gentle affirming nod of his head. Not a word was spoken but his instruction was clear. The pressure grew on my hole as I lowered myself further. Just as I wondered how much more pressure would be needed his turgid tool breached my hole. His tip was inside me, and fuck, did it hurt. I threw my head back in pain and agony. I was ready to jump up and off him when I felt his strong hands firmly grip my waist and exert pressure to pull my body down onto him. I was resisting and he caught my eye once again. Modeling deep beathing he continued to steadily increase the downward pressure. He slid into me ½ inch by ½ inch and I felt like I was being torn apart. He held my gaze and mouthed the words, “I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you so much.” I had reached my pain limit, I broke eye contact and attempted to stand up and flee. His hips anticipated my move and beat me as he thrust up and impaled me with the full length of his rod. I thought I was going to faint the pain was so fierce. Again, I tried to pull away, but his strong grip held me fast. “Breath deep, just breath deep.” Unable to do anything else I followed his instruction and like magic the searing pain transformed into amazing pleasure, or better, a hurt that just hurt so fuckin good. My face began to relax, and he broke into a huge ‘I told you so’ smile. I lifted my ass a little and then sat right back down. It felt ok so I did it again, stroking the raw cock into my ass a bit further with each try. My pleasure just kept growing as did his ‘I fucking told you so’ grin. Then suddenly his look changed to animalistic lust, and I was instantly on my back with my ass gaping. The feeling so cool and empty. He quickly pulled up my legs and pinned them to my shoulders. With his cock head once again teasing my hole through gritted teeth he said, “Now … I’m going to fuck you; I’m going to take what I want.” And he plunged into me knocking every ounce of air out of my body. The onslaught was like being hit by a train, and it didn’t stop, and the longer it continued the more I realized I couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain. I just wanted it to go on and on. I was soon awash in the sweat rolling off his body. He was licking sweat from my neck and then biting my neck. Fuck I realized, he’s giving me a hickey. Then fear set in, he’s become a vampire. That’s when a warm sensation began filling my gut, I could feel every spasm and his growl of ejaculation vibrated throughout my body. He panted like a wild animal and crushed me into the rock with his powerful anvil. I began to wonder if he would ever stop. And then his voice rasped triumphantly; “I just fucked you; I just took what I needed. … And I just fuckin … stole your virginity. … now it’s time … for you to thank me.” And like a jack rabbit in one hop his still ragging hard cock was down my throat. The taste of cum, sweat and ass juices was intoxicating. When I had thoroughly cleaned his cock, I thanked him and asked how soon ‘til he would be ready to ‘go again’. He mounted me immediately, and although I didn’t think it possible, he gave me an even more brutal fucking and quickly pumped what felt like an even bigger load deep into my gut. Throughout the rest of the day, we did nothing but fuck and breed each other, eat, swim and start all over again. I fell asleep that night having pumped three loads into my friend. His cock was in my ass marinating in the five loads he had pumped into me. To be continued

I'm sure you probably know this, but in some respects religion in Ireland was a proxy issue for colonialism vs. self-determination. That's not to say that religious differences were insincere, but that they existed at all is due to the economic treatment of Ireland by Great Britain.

I used to try to hide the fact that I was married when looking for sex with men. But then I realized it was a big turn on to most guys. Especially since I bottom for tops. A married bottom is very enticing to men. They love sending me home to my wife and daughters with their load in me. And love jumping in bed and cuddling with my wife with a nice load in me.

I have a top who loves to kiss. When I meet him at the door he kisses with an open mouth. Tongue in my mouth. When we get to the bed he strips and starts kissing again. After sucking both ways he puts a pillow under my ass. He starts kissing again. He still kisses as he unloads his huge load deep in my ass. This happened Thursday I have to admit. It was hot. Any other bottoms like this

A month ago I misplaced my hiv medication that was delivered in a white bubble pouch. I spent seven days looking for it off and on, and finally confessed to calling Cvs. I had a migraine headache and starting to feel like I had a cold , as the antiviral is missing. Luckily I got it the very next day. I can’t imagine anybody just stopping their medication to progress back to the world of being fully poz. Being poz is a pain and doesn’t feel that great. Treatment is not as bad as it used to be. If you are poz please go get the medication. You run the risk of eliminating part of your original copies of your white blood cells. People who fantasizing about stopping their drugs is crazy. One week made me feel like crap and that was not voluntary.

OMG, as a repressed gay teen, i spent hours in restroom reading the messages on stall walls, just sitting there and being amongst my people lol. No, seriously, i did. Those who did not grow up in an era of repression, where being gay and fucking could get you arrested and charged with a felony, may think it weird that we had sex in restrooms (read: "in hiding").

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I love kissing and it's absolutely necessary for a hot encounter. For the same reason I love bareback, I love kissing. Intimacy. Kissing as part of foreplay gets me hard and ready for fucking. The hottest kissing involves snowballing cum. If a guy swallows my cum I want him to kiss me so I can taste it.

I absolutely love ass to mouth. An absolute must during foreplay. I'm not into a dirty ass but a musky or sweaty hole is great. I also much prefer an I shaved hairy hole. So masculine and the texture is a turn on. Recently I had a guy come over unexpectedly. I hadn't showered and he went to town on my hole. Was telling me how great my dirty hole tasted and then kissed me deep. OMG what a turn on. May have been the [banned word] as much as anything. I then went to town on his ass. Eating, kissing and then sliding in his hole. Fucked him until I shot my load. He got up and squeezed the fluids into my mouth. Have to admit it was a little dirty. Cum and ass juices but immediately kissed him so he could taste what I tasted. [banned word] and intimate

I prefer to no have it touched. I have started to lock it up more because of it.

I know it may sound weird but that is why when I’m in a 1:1 situation I prefer the Top not to play with my cock and just focus on my arse…. That makes me orgasm. But when there is a group and other bottoms I love to 69 with another bottom while we both get fucked 💦🎉💦

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For me kissing is a must. It hits all the right buttons and sets me up for a great fuck session. Open mouth, tongue play, tongue sucking all makes me putty for my top. The frosting on the cake is kissing me while he is inside of me and even better if when he unloads.

Yes. Coming back to my wife with a load or two makes me so horny. Its really the only way I can get turned on enough to fuck her these days.

Absolutely MAN-datory for me. Had a twink over one time. We started kissing and didn't stop for nearly two hours. I asked him if he wanted to cum with me while I jacked off, still kissing of course, he said, I already came twice, lol. My face was so raw.

I bartend. It’s a lot of late nights. The best thing about it is spending my night getting revved up, and then being released out in to the darkness, horned and desperate to be used once my shift is over. Last weekend I was feeling exceptionally horny after my shift, and I decided to stop by a cruisey park after work. It was all the usual game. A dark park, cool breeze, shadows of trees mingling in the park lights as men hurry past each other not knowing if the fellow in the opposite direction is a cop, some dimwit, or the next notch on your belt. I was dressed in fitting jeans and solid black dress shirt unbuttoned down to my stomach that is carrying a little more ponch than I’d like. I’m more dad-bod than former athlete nowadays, but with a thick ass, tight hole, and desperate cum-hunger, I do more than okay. I walked slowly just enjoying the evening. The air was cooled off, and I enjoyed it blowing on my exposed hairy chest. I caught the eye of several men strolling along the paths, as they caught mine. But one fella in particular looked exceptionally sexy to me. He was tall, about 6’3. And thin. But he had a strut that oozed confidence. I hoped he was oozing something else. I made my way off the paved path, into a small clearing that was secluded by several boulders. It was almost as if this area was designed for men to sneak off and fuck. Talk trees blocked lights, and the boulders were the perfect objects to lean on and bend over. As I heard his footsteps get closer I unbuckled my belt to signal that I was not just out for an evening stroll. He approached and I finally got to see how young he was. Tall and lanky, with a beautiful dark complexion. He had a fitted hat on, a loose hoodie, snug jeans, and the latest Jordans. He couldn’t have been more than 25, and was rubbing the front of his jeans. ”Yo. Whatcha looking for?” I squatted down and said “Whatever you’ve got”. He walked over confidently and said “You want everything I got?” He slid down the front of his unbuttoned jeans, and pulled out his long cock. It must have been about 8 inches and thin, but it was perfect to me. I reached out and took it towards my mouth, feeling his soft skin and warmth on my lips as it filled me and I moaned “Mmmmmhmmmmm!” He sighed as I went to work. His cock rapidly thickening in girth as he groaned in approval. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Suck that cock.” I slid up and down as he rubbed my head. I pulled my poppers out, and inhaled slowly in one nostril as I slid down his shaft. Then slowly back up and down his shaft again, as I inhaled on the other nostril. “Fuck yeah, daddy! Sniff that shit. You gon’ need them!” By this point, I had undone my pants and shifted them to my ankles. My ass was exposed, as I prefer to wear a jockstrap (since you never know when someone will need access). I was slowly sucking his beautiful cock, and trying to slobber all over it, as I didn’t bring lube. But dripping drool all over my hand and working it on my hole to prepare myself. One way or another, I was leaving with a load in my ass tonight. He grabbed my head and forced his full manhood into my throat, as he pulled my hips upward. This was all so he could explore my hole. He massaged my cheeks gently, but it was all yo get to hole, already slick with my spit. He rubbed one finger around, and then inside me. That was when I felts his long and sharp nails. The finger inside me was lightly scratching me. I chalked it up to the impatience and inelegance of youth when it came to sex. ”You want my raw hole, baby?” I asked in my poppers induced haze, as drool dripped off his cock. “Fuck yeah bitch. Turn around and show me that pussy.” I complied and turned around placing my hand on the boulder. I took one more long hit of poppers, as I felt his thick cockhead start to probe my hole. He spread my cheeks with one hand, and aimed his cock with the other. My lips stretched around it slowly, and he took his time as he entered me. Every slight thrust forward opened me up a little more as he slid in. I winced in pain as he got to my second ring, but breathed relief as he pushed past it and releases another moan. ”Goddamn your pussy is tight!” “Open me up, baby! Use me to dump your fucking load.” He slid out slowly leaving his head in me, and then back inside me a little quicker. He started to do this rhythmically, as each thrust pushed me up against the boulder. He pulled out and spit on his cock and my hole. As he added this slickness, I took a long hit from my little brown bottle and begged home to fuck me some more. Before I knew it, he was back inside me and working up a quicker pace. His speed kept picking up, and I could feel the orgasm building in my balls. He grabbed my throat as he moved on top of my back, and turning my face towards his, impaled my mouth with his tongue. ”You want these babies?” He breathlessly asked in my ear as he pulled his mouth away from mine. ”Yes!” I exclaimed, “Shoot that seed deep in me! Give me your babies!” He picked up the pace, and I felt like I was getting ripped open, but he was somehow rubbing up against my prostate and the pleasure was too intense. I arched my back even further, and forced my ass as far back onto his cock as I could. He was breathing heavier, and suddenly yelled out, “Take my AIDS babies bitch!!!” My cock exploded in my jockstrap, as he thrusted his meat into my well worked hole. His full body weight was pinning me to the boulder, and his hand was pressing my face into the rock, as he used his other hand to remove his cock from me. I had spent the last several minutes up on my toes, as it was the perfect way to get his tall frame to meld with mine. But at this point I had collapsed on the ground. He stumbled backwards, breathing heavily. Then quickly pulled up his pants (probably worried that someone had just heard that, and cops were coming to shut us down). As I picked myself up, I could feel his warm cum start to slowly drip out of my ass. I quickly worked to catch it on my hand and taste it so it wouldn’t go to waste. ”Baby, that was amazing!” I said. ”Shut the fuck up slut!” He snapped at me, and turned around to jet off as he zipped up. He was gone as I turned around and leaned my back against the boulder. It then dawned on me that he said he had AIDS. But it was too late, and the poz chasing monster inside me was awakened. I was desperate for more. I pulled up my jeans and fixed myself, before I walked out of the clearing. I was on a mission to quench my unbearable poz thirst.

As do I. I understand that many guys don't live in an area like Ft. Lauderdale, and the opportunities for in-the-flesh cruising has faded for a lot of guys. That said, I'm glad I did move to Ft.L., and ditched all the apps shortly after that. I did hang on to one of them for a while, since I had met guys that became buddies, but that scene is over a thousand miles away now. Sure, I still keep in touch with some of them, but it's not the same as it was - and that's ok.

No it's distracting, concentrate on flooding my hole please

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I'm not against having my cock touched, but if someone's doing it in expectation of getting it hard and cumming, that's not going to happen. No problem with any who like their fun both ways, but I make it pretty plain to tops that I'm here to be fucked, it can get frustrating when some of them still assume I want to be jerked off and won't take a hint.

I've never quite been able to fathom the fundamentalist or modern evangelical mindset. My parents were members of different denominations, and were both raised by parents that were also multi denominational, so I got a wide variety of mainstream versions of Christianity growing up. The religious fighting in Northern Ireland between the Protestants and Catholics always baffled me as a child in the 70's and 80's since I was the child of a Catholic and a Presbyterian, and my Catholic parent was the child of a Catholic and a Lutheran. For that matter my Catholic great grandfather (who was around until I was 19) was the only product of a marriage of a German Jewish widow and an Irish Catholic widower. I think my somewhat unique background colored my views on the diversity of Christianity and religion in general.

Bearded, muscle dad walks in on thick ass up. Rims ass but bottom can't take the big dick & fights it & moans. Bearded fucker finally dumps his load up bottom's hole, makes bottom cum, and fucker says "Thank you for that", and leaves. Hidden cam but at least faces blurred. [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/thicc-bottom-takes-muscle-dick/

Guys who can actually cum, no jerking off, while you blow them are rare as hell. These videos are just impossible to find, always some guys jerking off into a guy's opened mouth. Can't remember last time I saw a clear pulsating dick (i.e., cumming) in a guy's mouth When I cum n a guy's mouth, I put my hand on his throat just to physically feel the swallowing

Kissing and hugging is a great starter for me sometimes. Some guys like to start out kissing when we first meet, and after a few minutes reaching down and feeling their cock getting hard while still in their clothes, then while still kissing. lowering his pants to get my hands around his excited cock to start the end game of getting it in my ass.

Kissing for me is always enjoyable. Depending on the kiss, as part of cum swapping, as example, that can get me hard. After ATM, I enjoy also kissing, as there's a taste to his mouth and saliva. Piss play is same, kissing after can be hot as fuck.

Decided to go lurking for some young cock, was using sniffies and saw an anonymous account nearby my motel room who only had up their age on their profile. All it said was 19 years old really not much else, but thats good enough for me I do love them teen boys, I messaged saying if he needed a hole to use and he said yes. He was looking for a pump and dump thing which I was cool with (tho perfer more face to face) so I unlocked my door and was on the bed ass up and he showed up (I had the lights on only slightly dimmed and had a mirror that was facing towards the door and could see that sexy young guy, he whipped his juicy cock out which had not only length but girth too. He stroked it and rubbed it on my hole for 3 minutes maybe before he was hard and ready then lubed up and just shoved it in and began pounding and man this kid was moaning with every pump before push really deep and breeding me then he left This new generation has some great breeders

Sometimes you get lucky. Sometimes you get lucky. I was set up in a San Diego motel. I was doing the anonymous door open blindfolded routine. I posted on Sniffles Grindr and Doublist. I had mixed results. 1st gu came in my mouth quickly. The second guy shot on my back without penetrating. The next guy was young I think. He had average size cock but it was hard as a rock and he knew what he wanted. Most guys pull the door completely shut when they leave. I was lying face down on the bed with a blindfold on when I realized there was someone in the room. There was a flash of fear. A voice said I was out smoking and saw your door open. Just stay lying there like that and don't move. Besides being blindfolded in hard of hearing so I couldn't tell what we going on. I felt someone get on the bed with me, he pushed my legs apart and moved in between them.
 Thank goodness I was pre-lubed and had a full load in me. As he pushed my head down into the pillow he shoved what felt like a baseball bat in my ass. The first push didn't go balls deep but he pushed again and he definitely hit the “second” sphincter. The burn was almost overwhelming. He started just pounding away, totally in control. It didn't take long until he grunted and I could feel him twitch. He laid across my back and then slowly pulled out. He moved up next to my head and pulled me to him saying “Get me ready for round two” He shoved still hard cock in my mouth. He could get the head in my mouth and just kept pushing until more went in. He moved my head around until I had kicked all his cock.
 After I had cleaned him of C, he rolled me into my back and lifted my legs up. Even though he had already been in me. It was still startling as he pushed balls deep in one powerful push. He just started fucking and kept at it. He had kind of a rocking thrust coming most of the way out before pushing in again. Just a steady stroke with no variation. I had e no idea how long he fucked me until he pushed in all the way and just stayed there. I could feel him start to get soft and he pulled out leaving me feeling empty.
 I had towels on the bed and felt him move around. As he left the room he said “You never know what the cat might drag in when you leave your door open you faggot” When I was sure he was gone I felt a breeze. He had left the door wide open. I got up a closed it standing in shaky kegs.
 I got no other responses that night, but you know what? He left me so well fucked I didn't care.

Juan and Sammy were both friends in a large friend group who had know each other for the past few years. Juan was a cute, short, sexy 25 year old latino with cute curly shoulder length hair. Sammy was handsome, and a bit older. 35. Juan always had a thing for Sammy, and when talking to other friends in their group, Juan would talk about how much he liked Sammy. But over the years, Sammy rejected Juan's advances. Juan was a loose. Sexually. He always went home with someone whenever they went out. He's been fucked by every guy in their friend group. And he loved taking loads in sleazy motels from anonymous men. But Juan wanted one dick in particular inside of him, Sammy's. One night, Juan invited Sammy over to his apartment to have some drinks with some of his other friends. But it was a trap. Juan buzzed him up and told him the door was left unlocked. Sammy was getting suspicious. This started to feel like an anon hook up. Sammy thought, maybe he's busy in the kitchen or something. When Sammy opened the door, club music was playing and none of Juan's roomates were home. Sammy called out for Juan "are you here, Juan!?". Sammy walked down the hall, and noticed Juan's door ajar. Sammy knocked, and then opened the door slowly. And there he was, Juan. Bent over the bed, ass up, wearing a neon pink jock. This made Sammy super horny. His cock was pulsating. But he couldn't. "Goddamn it Juan, I've told you -" Juan, who hadn't made a sound or said a thing since Sammy opened the door to the apartment, started to cry. Sammy couldn't see Juan's face, but he could hear him begin to cry. "Why don't you want me??" Juan protested. "Why do you think I am ugly?". Sammy sighed, annoyed by the situation and told him "Juan, please stop. I never said you were ugly." "Yeah right, whatever. If you didn't think I was ugly, you would fuck my ass right now!" Juan responded. "Look!, you gotta understand something," Sammy said. Juan turned around was now sitting up on his bed, still crying. Sammy sat down on the end of the bed. Looking away from Juan. "Look, I really like you. You're a great friend." "But what, I'm too ugly for you???" Juan protested again. Sammy, sighing again, "no. This is very hard for me." A long pause and Sammy say. "I am poz - " Juan quick responds "I know you are, I don't care! You're my best friend!" More long pauses. Juan moves closer to Sammy, putting his arm around him and asks "is that why you won't fuck me? Because you're poz?" "Yes!" Sammy quickly replied. More long pauses. Then Juan says, "baby I want it." Sammy replies "you want what?". Juan responds back "I want your poz seed inside me. I want it so bad." "Juan, no! It's too dangerous. Stop this." Juan got closer to Sammy and tried to snuggle next to him. He looked up at the taller Sammy with puppy dog eyes, and started to rub Sammy's cock with his sweat pants on. "I've always wanted to be with you Sammy.". Sammy couldn't resist anymore. He had always wanted to be wtih Juan. They locked eyes and began to kiss. They kissed passionately, harder and harder while Juan rubbed Sammy's cock. Juan finally pulled Sammy's cock out and started rubbing it with his bare hand. He stopped kissing Sammy for a second to look at it. "Wow baby, it looks so big." Juan said, then moved his head down to suck. Juan sucked Sammy off for a few minutes before Sammy got up, carried Juan and threw him on the bed, where Juan with his jock laid ass open while Sammy started to enter his ass. Slowly Sammy gets the right position to insert, all the while making out with Juan. Sammy started to fuck, slow the a lil faster, faster, harder and the two kissed more passionately. Juan put his arms aroudd Sammy and begged for poz cum "shoot your poz cum in me baby, cmon baby, I want your poz cum so bad." Juan affectionately rubbed Sammy's back, and his neck and Sammy fucked harder and hard "FUCK I AM GONNA CUM". "Oh yeah baby, cum up my neg ass." "FUCK FUCK FUCK." Sammy started to cum and Juan pulled him closer. "yeah baby, give it all to me, give ma all your poz cum!". One Sammy was done cumming, Juan looked up at Sammy and kissed him. As it turned out, the only std someone got that night was Sammy, and it was from Juan. And it wasn't gonna be the last. You see, Juan and Sammy started seeing each other more and fell in love. Juan brought back the fire that was once lit in Sammy. Since Sammy had been diagnosed, he stopped going to the bath house and cruising at the park late at night. He didn't think anyone would want him anymore since he was poz, and it turned out the opposite was true. So many boys like Juan begged for his poz seed. And after a month of using whores, Sammy was the one who gave Juan an std. Juan and Sammy finally made it official. They were finally together, just as Juan had always wanted. His dream come true. And now they are talking about getting Juan pregnant.

Part 29: Easing Ryan Into It (Part 1) “Wanna fuck my ass?” Jay asked Peter, turning and flaunting his well-used hole. “It’s been a while since I had a neg dick in me.” “We’ll need another crack at him tonight,” Domonic said. “If we don’t poz him soon, people will start to think we can’t convert holes anymore.” “You’ll get my ass,” Peter said. “Plus, I still need to fuck Lewis again. And, I want a shot at Ryan.” “Absolutely, Mr. Flanagan,” Ryan said. “None of that mister stuff tonight, boys,” Peter said. “Only daddy,” Domonic said, looking at Lewis and winking. “Let’s go, Jay,” Peter said, stripping off his clothing. “I’ve never slept with two people from the same family.” “You’ll like me,” Jay said, flashing me a playful smile. “I’m the slutty one in the family.” “Let’s go, but not out here,” he said, looking at all of us. “I want to fuck you on my marital bed. I want your ass hoisted up over my wife’s pillow, your sweat dripping all over our sheets.” “Fucking fill me up,” Jay said, pulling Peter in for a kiss. “I want your huge load so deep inside me that Alan finds it next time he unloads his toxic cum.” Peter looked at me, a huge smile on his face. “I love your brother.” He grabbed Jay’s hand and pulled him down the hall. “There’s lube in every room, guys. Have a good time.” “It’s time to open you up,” Domonic told Lewis, his hands running down the young man’s thin frame. “But you’re going to work for it.” “I’ll work harder than anyone,” Lewis said, climbing off Domonic’s lap. “Let me show you how much I want you inside me.” “So eager,” Domonic said, pulling his shirt off, revealing all his tattoos. “You know what eagerness gets you?” Lewis shook his head, his eyes desperately trying to take in the enormity that was Domonic. “A wrecked hole,” he said, pulling his pants down and revealing his already hard cock, “and a poz future.” “Give it to me,” Lewis said, kneeling down and grabbing Dom’s dick, his tongue running along the shaft, a thick glob of pre-cum dripping down on his naked back and running down to his crack. Already Domonic’s cum knew where it needed to go. “How about you?” I asked Ryan. “Ready for me to fuck you open?” “More ready than you know,” Ryan said. He stood up and stood in front of me, his eyes examining my body. “But first,” he said, leaning forward. His lips met mine and we kissed, a gentle connection in which I could feel both his fear and longing. Never had I known that Ryan Kline had wanted me to fuck him. Then again, I never knew his father wanted me to fuck him either. There was something about a Ryder man that the Kline men couldn’t help but be attracted to. “Can I watch?” Pastor Kline asked. “I have a better idea,” I told him. “Peter has a guest room. Let’s go in there.” “You alright out here?” Ryan asked Lewis who was already swallowing Domonic’s cock as far into his throat as possible. Lewis struggled to look at us, tears in his eyes as he kept half of Domonic’s dick in his mouth. He nodded, giving us a thumbs up. “Don’t worry,” Domonic said, resting a hand on Lewis’s head before gripping the back and guiding more of his cock into the young man’s throat. “I’ll take good care of little Lewis.” “Don’t break him,” I told Domonic, caught between half joking and half warning. I could see in Domonic’s eyes the desire to push Lewis to his breaking point. It was the lust I had seen in my dream months ago. It was the lust I saw when he wanted to unleash himself. Even though we’d done almost everything together, I knew there was a part of Domonic that he had not yet shown me. There was a darker edge to Domonic that wanted to go too far, to break through every boundary, regardless of the consequences. He's already done that, I thought, thinking of every man in the room, knowing all of them were only here because Domonic had seen me and had wanted to corrupt me. He had corrupted us all. Ryan, Pastor Kline, and I entered the small guest room which was next to the room in which Peter and Jay were already fucking. I could hear them moaning, Jay gasping as the bed hit the wall between us. I was happy that Jay was enjoying himself. I was also happy knowing his new status wasn’t thanks to me. Listening to my brother get his ass stretched open and filled with a hyperspermia blast got me hard. I pulled off my shirt, turning to Ryan who did the same. His chest wasn’t hairy, though I could see that he would most likely be hairy soon. Seeing my hairy chest, he reached out and ran his fingers through my hair, stopping on my biohazard tattoo. He looked in my eyes and smiled. “I’ve dreamed of this for years,” he said. “You and me both, son,” Pastor Kline said, coming to his side, his shirt off, revealing the similarities between them. I knew Ryan’s dick was closer to my size than his father’s, and I was excited to see it and get fucked by it eventually. For now, I had two generations of Kline men wanting me. Ryan leaned down and kissed my chest, starting on the tattoo and then moving down to my left nipple. He started sucking, causing waves of pleasure to course through my body. “That’s right, son,” Pastor Kline said, resting his hand on his son’s naked back. “Keep sucking. Worship his chest. Worship his poz body.” Ryan continued to suck on my nipple, his father reaching for the other one where he too started sucking. I’d never had two men suck on my nipples before, but I felt my legs starting to quake from the intense pleasure. I fell back onto the bed, both men falling with me. They continued worshiping my body, hands running along my skin, lips kissing me, exploring every aspect of what they craved. I watched them, unable to grasp what I was seeing. Two men, a father and a son, were kissing my body, begging for me to fuck them. Sure, I’d fucked my own brother, but there was something different seeing two men wanting you, needing you to fuck their holes full of poz cum, and knowing they were seen by most as good, innocent men. Little did anyone know that Pastor Kline was such a cumdump. Little did anyone know that his son, Ryan, wanted cock just as much as his father. Little did people know that I had pozzed Pastor Kline and would soon do the same to his son. None of us were what we seemed. Brothers fucked brothers. Fathers fucked sons. Married men cheated on their wives, offering their neg holes to poz men who wanted them only for their bodies and a quick fuck. We were a twisted bunch of men, but I loved them all. My cock ached, begging to be unleashed. “I have an idea,” I told Ryan and Pastor Kline, both stopping in their endeavor to kiss every inch of my hairy body. “Ryan wants me to fuck him. Ryan also wants to fuck you,” I told Pastor Kline. “Why don’t I fuck Ryan while he fucks you?” “You’ll slam him into me,” Pastor Kline said, smiling. “I’d love for you to fuck my son’s ass while he fucks my hole. That’ll really make him ram into me, forcing me open.” “I’ve only fucked Lewis before,” Ryan said, his enthusiasm somewhat diminished. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get fucked and fuck at the same time.” “I think you’ll be able to manage,” Pastor Kline said, resting a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, moving it down toward his ass. “You’re young, strong, and have a cock like a third arm. Plus, you’ve got us here to help you.” “Alright,” Ryan said. “Let’s give it a try.” Pastor Kline was the first to jump off the bed and strip down, though I watched him suddenly back away, turning around from Ryan and me. Ryan continued to strip while I came to Pastor Kline’s side. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I just realized what we’re doing,” he said. “You said you wanted this,” I told him. “You wanted your son to fuck you.” “I know. I do. I just didn’t expect it to happen tonight.” “And I hadn’t expected to see you naked that first night I got back,” I told him. “See how that turned out. Now you’re a poz cumdump craving cock and drinking piss out of coffee mugs.” He smiled. “It’s just… what happens if this goes wrong?” “It won’t,” I told him. “He wants to fuck you.” He looked over my shoulder at Ryan who was now standing naked. “I want him to fuck me, too.” “Then enjoy this,” I told him. “I’ll fuck his cum right out of his balls and into you.” He smiled. “That’s one of the hottest things anyone has ever said to me.” I stripped my pants and underwear off, watching as Ryan and Pastor Kline saw each other naked for the first time. I knew they were both nervous, but the second they saw each other, their dicks started to rise, followed by mine. Was this what everyone else felt when they saw Jay and me together? “Can we compare?” I asked them, motioning them together. We already knew Pastor Kline’s dick was significantly smaller than mine, but seeing his dick next to Ryan’s was comical too. “What happened here?” I asked. “Is Ryan adopted?” “My father’s cock was huge, too,” Pastor Kline said. “I used to try watching him taking a shower just to get a glimpse.” He looked at Ryan and blushed. “Actually, I’ve done the same thing with you, too.” He turned and placed his and Ryan’s cocks next to each other. “No contest,” I said. “Makes me proud,” Pastor Kline said. “Fuck, you’re huge,” Ryan said, staring down at my dick as it grew to almost its full length. Seeing Pastor Kline and Ryan together made me almost as hard as when I saw Domonic’s monster of a cock heading for my ass. “How big are you?” “Eight inches,” I told him. “Domonic is ten.” I saw a panic start to set in. I knew I was huge, but I often forgot since Domonic was so much bigger. “You’re pretty close,” I told him. “I’m not sure I can fit you all in,” Ryan said, a hand reaching back to his ass. “If I can, you can,” Pastor Kline said. “Plus, you’re pretty close to his size.” “Really?” Ryan asked, looking down at his hard cock. “He’s bragged about your size for a while,” I told Ryan. I reached out and squeezed his cock, running a thumb over the head, smearing pre-cum. “You know, even with lube, it goes in better if it’s slicked up a bit.” Ryan looked at his dad, a confused look on his face. “He means sucking his dick,” Pastor Kline explained. Ryan started to kneel, but I grabbed his arm. “Your dad will need your dick to be slicked up, too.” I sat back down on the bed, leaning back. “Ryan, suck my cock while your dad sucks yours.” I patted the bed, helping Ryan lie next to me. Even before he could grab my cock, Pastor Kline had his son’s cock deep down his throat. “Fuck, Dad!” Ryan shouted, almost jumping off the bed. The longer Pastor Kline sucked, the more Ryan relaxed. “Fuck, Dad, that feels great.” “You can learn from your father,” I told him. “He’s the best cocksucker at church.” “The only one,” Ryan said. “Don’t be so sure,” I said. “Closeted men are bursting out of our doors at an alarming rate.” “The more the merrier,” Pastor Kline said, diving back down on his son’s cock. “If you aren’t careful,” I told Pastor Kline, guiding Ryan to my cock, “You’ll have your son’s cum shooting down your throat.” “But it feels so good,” Ryan said, his hand squeezing my cock, my pre-cum dribbling down his hand. “But you’d rather shoot into your dad’s ass,” I told him. “That’s right,” Pastor Kline said, Ryan’s cock slipping out of his mouth, a string of pre-cum dribbling down his chin. “The only thing I’ll swallow is your piss.” “Really?” Ryan asked. “I only want you shooting my could-be-grandkids deep in my ass,” he said, fondling Ryan’s balls. I grabbed Ryan’s chin and turned him toward me. “Better start sucking,” I told him. “Unless you want your hole torn open, you’ll get me good and ready to breed your virgin ass.” Ryan nodded and opened his mouth, taking my cock’s head into his mouth. My head flew back, the feeling a rush. “Fuck,” I moaned. “I love this family.” _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Hey guys, Thanks for waiting. While I know we all want to see everyone fucking each other in every combination possible, it just isn't possible. I'll do my best. Also, thanks for 100,000 views! That blows my mind.

Surprise Chapter! Since writing from Dominic and Jay's perspectives, I started thinking of writing from Peter's perspective, specifically what happened between him and Lewis. Every time I think about it, it changes, so I'm getting it out once and for all. Since I haven't written this before, there are no parts I can skip over because you've already read them like in Dominic and Jay's chapters. Because of that, I'm splitting Peter's perspective chapters into 2 parts. Part 1 now. Part 2 in a few days. I hope you find them enjoyable. Just be aware that Peter isn't fucking bare yet, so there will be condom use in part 2. Sorry. Just remember that the next time we see Peter and Lewis together after these two parts, there won't be any condoms allowed. I guarantee it. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 19: Peter wants Lewis (part 1) “Don’t forget about your test next Tuesday,” I called to my students as they scrambled to leave the classroom. I sat at my desk and watched as they left, finding my eyes focused on several of the male students. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. You can’t do this, Peter, I thought. You know it’s wrong. It wasn’t an age thing. All these students were 18, just at the limit of legal, but it was still wrong. Firstly, I was married. My right hand played with the ring on my left hand, spinning it around my finger as I watched the last male student leave, admiring his ass in his tight jeans. Stop, Peter. You can’t do this. I shut my eyes and tried to clear my mind of the impure thoughts. I’m married to a woman. I’m a good Christian man. I’m a good teacher. Who am I kidding? I'm a total... “Mr. Flanagan?” My eyes flew open and found Lewis Berg standing in the doorway. Lewis was one of my students in third period history, but he was also on the basketball team which I coached. I also knew Lewis from church where I had known him since he was just a kid. At times, I forgot how old some of these students had become, growing up before my eyes, becoming men. “Lewis. What’s up?” “I just wanted to know if I could talk to you for a second?” “Sure.” I watched as he entered the room, taking a seat in one of the front desks. Lewis was of average height, close to my own. He was one of the shorter guys on the team, but he was fast. While some of the taller guys allowed their height to be their source of power, Lewis worked out his body to make up for the deficit. I’d seen him routinely use the school gym and even caught sight of him at the gym I attended from time to time. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t stolen extra seconds admiring his work on his body. He was strong, evident from his thick arms in his basketball jersey. Even then, I found myself admiring the man he had become, a man that I wanted to… “What’s up?” “Well,” he said, looking around himself, clearly embarrassed. “It’s about my girlfriend, Becca.” “What about her?” I asked. I knew Becca. Among the school, she was considered a bit of an entitled bitch. She seemed the type expecting everyone to treat her like a princess, which I refused to do. I also knew that Lewis was only the most recent guy she was dating, having gone through several in the past. How Lewis had matched up with her, I didn’t know. Then again, looking him over, I could see what she saw in him. “Well, this is embarrassing,” he said. “Lewis,” I said, looking him straight in the eye. “You can tell me. Think of me not as Mr. Flanagan the teacher or Coach Flanagan. Think of me as Peter Flanagan from church. Tell me what’s wrong.” He sighed, nodding. “Becca and I have been dating for a few months, and I really like her, but, she says she wants to break up with me.” “Why is that?” “That’s the problem,” he said. “She wants to have sex, and I told her I wouldn’t.” “I see,” I said. “Didn’t she know that you were waiting till marriage?” A part of me laughed at this, knowing full well that many men who say they’re waiting till marriage don’t. Hell, I didn’t wait till marriage. I couldn’t manage to keep my cock under control when I was this kid’s age. If it wasn’t in my hand, I was desperately trying to find something to shove it into. At that age, I’d managed to be content with pussy. But now… “She says if I really love her, that it shouldn’t matter,” he said. “I see. Well, Lewis, you already know what I’m going to say. I also know what your parents will say if you do what Becca wants.” “I know,” he said, hanging his head. “Not to mention what would happen if you got her pregnant.” I thought of my own wife and our troubles conceiving. I started imagining my seed, plentiful, growing inside of... “They’d kill me,” he said. “I just really like her.” “Lewis, the choice is yours,” I told him. “I think, in the end, you’ll do the right thing.” “Thanks, Mr. Flanagan.” Lewis said, standing up and reaching to shake my hand. I started to stand but felt my pants tenting, so I sat back down, stretching to shake his hand. Fuck, even his handshake was strong, causing my tenting to grow taller. “I’ll see you at practice.” “Sounds good,” he said. I don’t know when I started wearing the extra tight jockstrap to practices, but it was the only thing that managed to keep my raging boner under control. I kept it in my office near the gym, a small area the school allotted me. Before every practice I would go to my office, strip down, pull on the tight jockstrap, and put everything back on again. The fabric crushed my balls, but it kept my dick from running wild and exposing the fact that I… It was difficult not admiring the young men as they ran up and down the court, sweating, their muscles catching the light in the gym. I never looked at anyone underage, of course, but there was something about the young men who were about to leave high school and enter the tough world that caused my dick to swell. Throughout practice, I caught myself watching Lewis more than anyone else. He was a talented player, working hard to keep the team moving. He was a natural leader. He’d be a strong, capable man one day. Fuck, I thought, watching as he did a layup, his tufts of armpit hair sticking out, covered in sweat. I wanted Lewis so bad. After practice, the guys hit the showers and I had to resist the urge to watch them. I went to my office and sat at my desk, pulling my pants down and grabbing hold of my raging boner. I just need to cum, I thought, starting to jerk off. That’s all. My wife and I hadn’t fucked in forever, my hyperspermia seen as a gross genetic deformity in her eyes. I knew I was going to have a huge mess to clean up once I was done, but I had no choice. I had to rid myself of these thoughts, the thoughts a lack of sex had left me with. My balls were full, needing release, especially for a man like me. I was a man left with nothing to use other than my right hand for physical pleasures, though I desperately wanted to shove my dick as hard as I could deep inside of… “Mr. Flanagan?” Lewis opened my office door just as I started cumming, ropes of cum shooting out and hitting the top of my desk, dripping down over my shoes and my pants and underwear which were around my ankles. Thank God there was a front to my desk or Lewis would have seen a geyser erupting. “Lewis,” I said, still in the middle of my orgasm. I moved forward toward my desk, hiding the fact that I was naked from the waist down. I tried to control my face as waves of pleasure shook my body. Seeing his face, seeing his body clothed in nothing but a towel, caused my orgasm to go into overdrive. I felt as if I wanted to pass out from the pleasure. “I just wanted to say thanks for talking to me today,” he said. “You’re right. I know what I’ve got to tell Becca.” “Happy to help,” I said, stifling a moan. Lewis closed the door, unaware of having just caught me in an orgasm which had his name written all over it. I fell back into my chair, my dick hitting the bottom of my desk where my cum was dripping down all over my legs. I took time to catch my breath. Fuck, I thought. That was too close. My wife fell asleep before I did, allowing me the opportunity to slip out of bed. I went down to the basement/my office and booted up my computer. I went online and looked up pictures from the school’s website, finding every picture I could of Lewis from our recent games. Even they weren’t enough. I logged onto Facebook and found his profile. He and his family had gone to Florida over Christmas break, giving me dozens of photos of him on the beach. If the pictures of his dad were any indicator of what Lewis would eventually look like, I knew his smooth body would soon be growing a thick pelt of hair. Even his dad was turning me on, a bull of a man himself. I grabbed a pillow and folded it in half, shoving my dick inside, staring at the photos of Lewis as I pumped in and out. I thought of him running on the court, covered in sweat, skin glowing from the workout. I thought of him standing in my doorway, nothing but a towel around his waist, unaware that, at that moment, my cock was erupting cum in an orgasm that he had caused. I thought of him alone in the locker room showers, his naked body mine for the taking. I'd walk in, wrap my arms around his body, one hand on his dick while the other covered his mouth. I'd thrust my dick up inside him and... “Fuck,” I said, dropping the pillow and jerking my dick. “It’s all for you, Lewis. It’s all for you.” I closed my eyes as I started cumming, my muscles tight, balls pulling up into my body to unload what would be buckets of cum. For a second, I couldn’t breathe, my mouth open wide, my mind screaming his name. As I came down from my orgasm high, I looked at my computer screen and found it coated in cum, Lewis’s face smiling behind my dripping seed. “Well,” I said, wiping the sweat from my forehead, “I guess that computer is ruined.” Lewis was missing from practice which was unlike him. I asked one of the other players if they knew where he was. “Don’t think he’s coming,” he told me. “His girlfriend broke up with him. I think he’s devastated.” The guy smiled, clearly thinking of the available pussy now free to fuck. The guys finished practice and showered as I returned to my office. I felt bad for ruining Lewis’ relationship, but another realization made me feel even worse. If he wasn’t willing to fuck his girlfriend, there was no way he’d be willing to… “Mr. Flanagan,” a voice called from the closed door. It opened, revealing Lewis outside. His eyes looked a bit red from crying, but I could tell that he was trying to be tough. “Hey, Lewis,” I said, motioning him to step inside. “I’m sorry for missing practice,” he said, closing the door. “I just couldn’t make it today. You see—” “It’s alright, Lewis,” I told him. “I already know what happened.” “You know that I didn’t… well, you know.” I nodded. “I just feel terrible,” he told me. “I mean, I’m glad I told her no, but now I’m feeling like shit.” Lewis’ eyes got wide at the word. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.” “It’s alright, Lewis,” I said, standing up and walking around to the other side of my desk, leaning back on the surface. “I get it. You will feel like shit. That’s how it is when it comes to relationships. You get your heart broken.” “Did that ever happen to you?” “Plenty of times,” I said, thinking back to the first guy I had wanted to kiss, to be with, to… “It’s just so unfair,” he said. “Everyone else gets to have sex, but I can’t." "Have you talked to your dad about it?" I asked, thinking back to the shirtless pictures I had seen of him the night before. I started to imagine being sandwiched between them, by the tight jockstrap pushed my dick down, causing me to wince. "He said I did the right thing," Lewis told me. "But he also said that becase I'm upset about it, that I must be depraved, lusting after sinful things." "You're an eighteen-year-old man," I told him. "That's just what it's like at that age. Let me tell you something, it never goes away." "Really?" I nodded. "Not to bring you down, but, as a man, you aren't thinking with this head," I said, pointing to my face, "as much as you are with this one," I said, pointing at my crotch. It had been a risky statement, but I saw a small smile turn Lewis's lips. "They all think I’m some kind of freak.” "Who?" "The guys on the team," he said. "Becca's been telling everyone that I'm a virgin and that I'm pathetic. Everyone is laughing at me." “No, they aren't.” “No one is going to want me,” Lewis said, his eyes growing red again as he fought back tears. “I’m going to die a virgin.” “No, you won’t,” I said, standing up and reaching out to him, pulling him into a hug. Our chests were pressed together and I could feel his heart racing as he tried to manage his breathing. He felt warm against me, warmer than anyone I’d ever been near. “You’ll find someone who loves you,” I told him, his emotions calming, his face pressed against my shoulder. I could smell his skin, his hair, the cologne he wore. He smelled manly, young and strong. “Someone who wants to be with you, who… wants every part of you. Someone who… needs to have you close to them, held tight, in their arms.” My arms tightened around him, his body growing closer to mine. His breathing slowed. “Someone who… wants to feel your body—” Lewis pushed away from me, his red eyes narrowed and looking me over. I took a step forward, but he stepped back. “Lewis, I—” He ran out of my office, leaving me alone and now petrified for my life. Fuck! What if he tells someone? I’ll lose my job. Tell them it was all a mistake. He's overly emotional. He misunderstood. He didn’t though. I wanted him. For years I’ve kept this part of me a secret, lying to everyone I know, to my wife most of all, and now, the first person I start to open up to, and this is what happens. I turned to my desk and slammed my fists down on top, yelling. My heart was racing as tears filled my eyes. My life was over. “Mr. Flanagan…” My heart stopped. I turned slowly, finding Lewis in the doorway. “Lewis,” I said, trying to compose myself. He stepped inside. “Lewis, I’m sorry. I think that we… I mean, I think that…” He continued to walk toward me until he was standing in front of me, staring into my eyes. His were blue... a clear, vibrant blue. “Lewis, I—” Lewis grabbed the back of my head and pulled us together, locking us into a kiss which sent my mind racing. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 2 coming soon. And FYI guys, I'm trying to be careful here as I'm trying to stress that there is nothing going on between an adult and someone underage. Every depiction of Lewis seen in a sexual manner is from after he turned 18 (memories, pictures, whatever). I just want to be clear. There is no sexualizing of minors in this piece or any other piece I've written or will write.

All of that & piss too 😜

Kissing is the fastest way to get me hard. I want the holy trinity of fluids shared when I’m with a guy or guys: Sweat, saliva, and most of all, cum.

Love to kiss while getting fucked. It makes me cum hard

Part 18 Casey and Tyler didn't do a lot of oral when they hooked up. Both were mostly tentative when they did it, just a short stop to more kissing and fucking. It hadn't been since Tyler sucked Chris while he was being fucked by Hunter that he really did it in earnest. But Greg couldn't tell. He loved the feel of Tylers mouth on his thick cock slowly but surely taking more and more of him like a boy who was savoring every inch. "Yeah boy. Fucking hot mouth." He looked down and met eyes with Tyler which just turned him on even more. "Let's move over to the couch." With Chris going to the other room with the rest of the guys, Greg didnt have anyone to lean on if he lost his balance again but he didnt want this to stop. He pulled Tyler up and moved toward the couch grabbing the pipe and torch first. Tyler just followed and watched as Greg lit the pipe. "Wait a second. I think we need a refill." Greg went over to his pants and pulled out a small bag from one of the pockets. He showed it to Tyler and gave it a little shake. "Always have to come prepared." Tyler shrugged. "Oh I didnt know. I dont know how to get anything like that." "Dont worry about that. You being here is plenty. Youre our guest. We provide the favors." He added to the pipe and then put the little bag back into his pant pocket. He lit the pipe again and began to trade hits with Tyler. Tyler really hadnt come down from his earlier hits so these were putting him into a place he had never been. A place that he could only describe as insatiable hunger. He was becoming more and more desperate for Gregs cock back in his mouth. Once Greg detected that feeling in the boy, he placed the pipe and torch back on the table. He put his arm around Tyler. "How are you feeling?" Tyler nodded. "Good" he said softly. "You sure?" Tyler just kept nodding looking forward not looking at Greg and trying to keep himself composed. "Yeah." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Greg stroking his cock. He looked directly at it but the tattoo above it pulled his focus. Hunter had one too Tyler thought. Weird coincidence. Before thinking to mention it or ask about it, Tyler could feel the pressure of Greg's arm pushing him back down toward it. Instead of bending down, he got up from the couch and kneeled down between Gregs legs and looked up at this hot man in front of him. "Fuck yeah boy." He slapped his cock against Tylers slightly open mouth. Tyler took the invitation and took about half into his mouth right away. Tyler felt about another inch push further into his mouth as Greg arched his back from the pleasure. This hunger felt new to Tyler. He knew it was something about the hits he took. One cock while he was high didnt seem to be enough. The last time he got high Chris fucked him but he went back to his dorm room wanting more. This was the same feeling. And even as he was enjoying the feeling of this mans thick cock in his mouth, he somehow knew it wouldnt be enough. He bobbed up and down doing his best to work his way closer and closer to the base. Greg could feel the boys spit running down his shaft and balls. This boy wants it he thought. He reached down, held the boys face with both hands and pushed his cock into the boys mouth as deep as he could to hear Tyler gag. The sight of this boy choking on his cock almost made him cum at that moment. He didnt want that. The first load he shot today was going to be in service to pozzing this boy up. Greg let go and Tyler pulled off as he coughed. "Sorry" Tyler said as he shook it off. "Nothing to be sorry for. That was hot. Why dont you come up here and sit on it?" Tyler looked at the cock glistening now with his spit and precum. He stood up and straddled Gregs lap. "How about you face away from me? Turn around." This was a new position for Tyler. Every time he rode Casey it was face to face. He turned around and began to lower himself. He reached back to Gregs cock but felt a hand on his lower back pushing him to bend over. "I got you." Tyler looked over his shoulder as he backed up slowly and saw Greg was holding his cock and aiming it towards Tylers hole. And suddenly he could feel the thick head pushing into him slow but easy. Hunters cock had been a warm up for his hole so that he could work Gregs in without pain. The thickness was stretching his hole but that was what made him moan in pleasure. Quicker than he thought possible, he was sitting on Gregs lap with the mans cock balls deep inside him. Whatever apprehension Tyler ever had calling himself a bottom melted away in this moment. There was no feeling he could remember that was as good as this. He was taught at church that being gay and gay sex was wrong but why would God make something so wrong so pleasurable? He could only hope that Greg was feeling even half as good as he was. Greg leaned over and pressed his chest against Tyler. He kissed the boys back and moaned into it. "Feeling ok boy? Your hole around my raw cock is fucking amazing." He wrapped his arms around Tylers chest and pulled him back as he sat back against the couch. "Put your arm around me." Tyler reached back and wrapped an arm around Gregs shoulders, his head now against the back of the couch. Tyler used his free hand to stroke his hard cock. Greg turned Tylers face toward him. "Kiss me boy." Greg kissed Tyler tenderly at first but it became much deeper and harder and breathy as Greg began fucking up into the boy with force to get as deep as he could with each thrust. Tyler yelped softly into Gregs mouth each time he felt the cock slam into him. This is what he wanted. He met each of Gregs thrusts by grinding down into the mans lap. The first time Greg felt the pressure the boy was exerting on his cock, his eyes flashed open. Tyler was looking directly into his eyes and the man smiled and laughed into their kiss. He underestimated this boy. With his next couple thrusts he felt Tyler also squeezing and milking his cock. The laugh became a deep moan as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Tyler thought he hadnt seen anything hotter in his life. Gregs hands were all over Tyler exploring the boys body and giving him even more pleasure. This felt like sensory overload to Tyler as the mans touch felt electric no matter where his hands moved, squeezed, and pinched. Gregs moaning and the looks on his face turned Tyler on even more. Greg began to pick up speed and Tyler met the rhythm without any hesitation and also began stroking his own cock harder and faster. The boy was milking Gregs cock with determination now and as he pistoned into Tylers hole he thought he was in love. He could tell in the way Tyler was bucking now that he was close to shooting. So was Greg. He pulled away from their kiss. "You getting close boy?" Tyler just nodded as the rest of his body was losing control. "Me too. I'm gonna flood your insides boy." "Cum in me." Tyler had no idea where that came from but he knew he meant it. He wanted to feel this mans cock throb and shoot inside him. He still didnt know that Hunter had cum inside him earlier so he was desperate for what he thought was the first load of his day. Strangely, it was at this moment that Tyler fully realized that Greg was fucking him raw which made it clear in his mind that no one actually ever used condoms. They were a myth, a way for schools and churches to intimidate horny teens about diseases and pregnancy, and he would never have to worry about them. This is when he came to the conclusion that he would never consider condoms ever for the rest of his life. This while a hot man was fucking him raw. "Breed me Greg!" Tyler screamed as his thoughts became words. "Fuck!" Hearing Tylers command was enough to push him off his edge. Tyler pulled his head back and began to shoot his own load with ropes flying everywhere. Greg could feel the boys hole spasm around his cock and his moans started to become much louder. Between hard breaths he screamed "I'm....cumming....boy...." He could feel the ropes shooting through his cock and deep into the boy. Greg always shot big loads but this one felt unusually large. He just kept cumming. So did the boy. Whenever he could focus enough he saw more cum gushing out of the boys cock. He could feel Tyler still grinding down on his lap to get his cum as deep as he could. Fuck this boy is hot, he thought. He had no idea what happened before he got to Hunters place but if Tyler wasnt before, he was definitely pozzed now. They both started to come down and catch their breath. "So fucking hot boy. You good?" Tyler used his arm around Greg to pull him into another deep kiss and ground down harder onto the cock inside him. Tyler was used to leaving wherever he was after he got off. Even though Casey lived down the hall he rarely stuck around after they fucked. But today was somehow different. Hunter and Greg had both fucked him and he had just cum a huge load. But he was still hungry for more and he was going to fight the guilt that always arose that told him to leave now. Greg pulled back to look at Tyler. "You are sexy as fuck. God damn." Tyler just smiled not quite sure how to respond. He felt his hips being raised slowly and understood and lifted himself off of Gregs cock and the couch. Greg got up and went to the kitchen. Tyler could hear the water running and soon Greg came back around the corner with two glasses of water and a roll of paper towel. "Here get some water in you. We just had a work out." He handed a glass to Tyler and put the other down as he ripped some of the paper towel from the roll. He sat back down next to the boy and began cleaning the cum off of the boys torso, crotch, and legs. To Tyler there was something so sensual about this. This man who already got off was still taking care of him and was meticulously cleaning him as if he wasnt just some stranger he met that day. Finally, after multiple rips off the paper towel roll, Tyler was clean. "Damn. That was some load. You always cum this big?" Greg asked. "No. Guess it was a special day." He smiled. "Me too. I do have big loads but today it just felt like a weeks worth. You just turned me on so much boy." Greg cleaned himself with some paper towel and then downed his glass of water. He put down the empty glass and then picked up the pipe and torch. "Theres still some left. We might as well finish it." Tyler didnt respond. He had been eyeing the pipe as he finished his water and was hoping Greg would offer. Greg wanted to get the boy even higher than he seemed to be at the moment. So did Tyler. Together they passed the pipe back and forth until it was empty. If the two had come down from their high after they came, this made up for it and then some. Greg placed the pipe down on the table and when he turned his attention back to Tyler he noticed the boy was stroking his hard cock again. He looked at Tyler and nodded in the direction of Hunters bedroom. "So you wanna see what the other guys are up to?"

Pictures worth a thousand words 🌝

Hey guys just writing shorter bits at a time I guess for now. Hope you enjoy! Part 12 It was all too much. Still horny and high feeling guilty about all of it and his anxiety heightened after realizing he might get outed. Now seeing Casey mid jerk. Tyler had noticed him come out of the shower stalls before but seeing him laid out on his bed like he was right now was something new. Smooth toned body from running track in high school and a hot hard cock that was smaller than Chris but would still feel better than the fingers he was using to fuck himself just a few minutes earlier. Finally, Tyler found his words if not his composure. "I'm so sorry Casey. I stumbled in and I...I...I...I don't know. It won't happen again." He turned back around to head to the bathroom when Casey shouted at him. "Ty! Bro. Shut the door and turn back around." Ty stopped at the door took a step back and pushed the door closed. He took a breath and then turned back around. Casey had gotten up and was sitting against the wall in his bed. He was stroking his cock now. "Bro its ok. We're even. Now we both caught each other stroking." That made Ty smile. He was staring at Caseys cock and the precum that glistened at the head. "I think maybe you like what you see?" Tyler just nodded. "Why dont you drop that towel and come sit over here?" Tyler unwrapped the towel to reveal his cock that was hard again. He walked over to the bed and sat at the edge before scooting back next to Casey. "No Ty I didnt meant there. I meant here." At first Tyler didnt understand but Caseys smile made things clearer to him. "Really? Are you-" "Yes I'm sure. I saw that cum dripping out of your hole and thats all Ive wanted since. Take this cock Ty. Ride me." Without saying a word, Tyler raised himself up and stood on the bed above Casey. He turned around and started to squat down. "Nah turn back around. I want to look in your eyes when we fuck bro." Tyler could feel his cock flinch and his hole clench when he heard those words. He turned around and began to lower himself over Caseys cock. Tyler could feel his body shaking slightly from the nerves. He was about to get fucked by a guy who lived down the hall from him. This could be dangerous. He looked into Caseys eyes filled with lust and an endearing small smile. In that moment he couldnt believe fear drove so much of his life. As he felt the head of Caseys cock slip into his hole he decided he wouldnt live in that fear anymore. "Oh fuck bro. Your hole is still slick." Casey moaned as Tyler slid down the length of his cock and sat down on his lap. Tyler could feel how he had loosened up but being filled again even when he was still a little sore felt so good. "Is that lube or is that cum thats slicking my cock up inside you?" "Probably both." "Oh fuck it feels so good inside you bro. So warm and tight." Tyler slowly pulled himself up slightly and began to ride Caseys cock. He was concentrating first on the angle that made him hit that spot that felt like electricity coursing through him and the pressure and speed that made Casey moan the loudest. Who cares if any of the other guys hear Tyler thought. Caseys only thought was about pleasure. For a moment they were both silent staring into each other as Tyler adjusted his position and found his rhythm. "Kiss me bro." Casey raised his hand to the back of Tylers neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Whatever hesitation either felt before was gone now. They were full in. Tyler picked up his speed now thinking only about milking a load out of this hot cock. Casey grabbed Tylers cock and let the boy fuck his hand as he rode his cock like no one had ever before. He moaned deep into Tylers mouth using his other hand to keep a hold on the bottoms neck so they could still kiss even with Tylers body in constant motion. It didnt take long for Tyler to bring Casey to the edge. He was doing everything he could to milk that load out and only did more every time Casey responded with another moan. Finally, Casey said into Tylers mouth "Fuck bro youre gonna make me cum. Im getting close bro." Tyler opened his eyes and looked into Caseys. "Cum inside me Case." Thats all he needed to hear. What Tyler didnt know was that Casey had never cum inside anyone before. He had fucked girls and only one guy before but either with a condom or with those girls who made you pull out so you dont get them pregnant. He had never felt that feeling of skin on skin inside a hole feeling the ropes of cum shooting out of him and deep into a hole. Until now. His moans grew short with each spurt and then one final long moan interrupted by the spasms that continued to shake his body. Tyler could tell this was a big load by the way Casey shook in pleasure. The feeling of accomplishment that he had gotten Casey to breed him sent him over the edge and he shot his load spraying both their stomachs and chests. Now Tyler was spasming as he laid to rest on Caseys lap with that cock still hard and inside him. They kissed as they both caught their breath now slower but not any less deep. As they pulled their faces from each other they both let out a long exhale at the same exact time which made them laugh. "Bro we are gonna need to do that all the time now." Somehow Tylers first thought as he had finally come down from the high of getting fucked again was Chris.

Quick note about Part 7: Didnt mean to include those emojis. It was supposed to be C : without the space in between and I didnt realize the site automatically converted it to the smiley face. Sorry about that! Part 8 The three naked men moved into the bedroom with Greg holding Chris tightly to his body, one arm around the boys waist and the other caressing his chest and abs. Chris noticed that this time Hunter’s bedroom had a different set up. Where there was an open space the last time he was here, now there was something he had seen in some porn he had encountered online before: a sling. Chris never stayed very long on those clips. Those scenes didn’t appeal to him since they seemed to always take place in dirty rooms with a lot of guys who would just use the person laying in the sling like a hole and nothing more. He always wanted and fantasized about something that wasn’t just physical. The emotional connection made things more pleasurable. Chris couldn’t imagine enjoying being fucked by guys who didn’t care about who he was. He had that connection with Tyler and even though things got out of hand last time , Chris did feel like Hunter was a nice guy who would look out for him and keep him from harm. Just like last time there was a movie playing on the tv in the room and just like last time it was a group scene. This time though there was a sling at the center of the group with a young college age guy in it, legs spread waiting for one of the men standing around him to approach. As Chris watched to see how the scene would play out, Hunter brought the pipe back up to the boys mouth and lit it with the torch. Without any acknowledgment of Hunter, Chris dutifully took the hit, giving in to the high and working to get even higher. Chris attributed it to the smoking but something about this sling scene seemed to arouse him in a way that the others he saw before didn’t. An older man in the group stepped up first and stood between the legs of the boy in the sling. He bent down and began making out with the boy. There was something so intimate about this kiss, thought Chris, like they forgot theres a whole bunch of other guys around. This was something he had never seen. Something that looked like the kind of connection he wanted but in a scene with the bottom in a sling. Instinctively he began to stroke his cock which had already started to leak precum. Hunter and Greg took a moment to step back and watch. Chris didn’t even notice. Hunter loved a boy who stayed hard while getting fucked and could see from the last time they hooked up that Chris seemed to be immune to T dick. Hunter allowed Greg to make the next move. He saw how much Chris was attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be? He was no longer the boy Chris was but not yet the older dad type that Hunter was and somehow he managed to embody both in the way he looked and carried himself. Charming, confident, and just fucking hot. He moved closer to Chris who was sitting at the foot of the bed watching the tv. The older man was now fucking the boy in the sling. They don’t use condoms either, Chris thought. Is that standard? Am I being too paranoid about this? Is this my conservative upbringing trying to scare me into thinking that hooking up without condoms would automatically lead to getting sick? As the questions ran through his head, Greg nuzzled him from the side whispering into his ear. “You like what you see boy? Do you want to try a turn in the sling?” Chris hesitated for a moment but all three knew the answer. “Yeah…I guess I could try it.” “Thatta boy.” Hunter knew what Chris was responding to even though he hadn’t heard the question. He walked over to his bedside table and pulled his kit out. “Hey do you know these guys?” Just then the shot on the video had shifted from the sling to the men watching and encouraging them. Chris noticed that every one of them had the same tattoo that Hunter and Greg had. “Looks like theyre all members of your club.” “It’s a pretty big club. And its growing everyday. We all feel the importance of expanding the membership.” The next shot was an overhead shot above the sling. Chris watched the tops thick raw cock fuck in and out of the bottom and that’s when he noticed that the boy in the sling did not seem to have the tattoo. Was this the initiation that Hunter and Greg were talking about? What kind of club fucks you into being a member? Chris kept this train of thought to himself. He knew it must sound stupid and he was too high to want to work out all the details anyway at a time when a hot man was giving him this kind of attention. Greg pulled Chris over to the sling and helped him maneuver his way into it. “You comfortable?” Greg looked down to Chris in the same position that the older man in the video did to the bottom he was now fucking. “Yeah” Chris replied and brought his legs up to mimic what he saw in the boys position on screen effectively showing off his smooth hole to Greg. “Fuuuck that’s hot boy.” Greg bent down just like the older man and began to make out with Chris. Chris moaned into Gregs mouth. The need had been strong before he got to Hunters house but after all those hits he wanted so bad to get fucked again and this man was a dream come true. Greg stood back upright as Hunter moved to Chris’s side and began rubbing his chest, focusing on the boys nipples. Greg pressed his hard cock against Chris’s smooth balls. “You feeling good?” Chris turned to look up at Hunter and nodded. “Good boy. How about we turn things up a little higher?” With his lust taking over, Chris just responded softly. “Ok.” “That’s what I was hoping to hear. We just want you to feel really good.” “I feel pretty good right now” the boy smiled. Fuck this boy is adorable both the standing men thought at the same time. So innocent and clueless. “I know boy. Theres a way to get high with the same stuff but the high is much more fun if you don’t smoke it.” “What do you mean?” “If you inject it the high is even more amazing.” “You mean…needles?” “Yeah.” Hunters reply was casual. He wasn’t going to alarm the boy. If Chris said no Hunter would find a way later. Chris looked like he was trying to lift himself to an upright sitting position but he was finding it difficult. The thought of a needle seemed much more extreme to him and he felt he needed to think for a moment. Hunter placed a little more pressure on Chris’s chest to keep him down. Chris felt that laying down with his legs spread out like an invitation was not conducive to rational thinking but the high canceled out whatever strength and will he had to really push back against Hunter. The video was getting louder now as the two men fucking were moaning and grunting with the men around them getting more and more frenzied in their encouragement. The shouts of “Fuck that boy” “Get that raw cock deep” and “Take that cock boy” from the video turned out to be far more powerful than any fear that arose from the thought of needles. Chris laid back into the sling and grabbed his still dripping cock. He looked again at Hunter. With a slow nod, he whispered, almost just mouthed “Ok.” That’s all Hunter needed to hear. “Fuck yeah, nice boy” Greg said as Chris turned his attention back to the man who was beginning to use his precum to coat the boys hole. He nodded to Hunter as a gesture to get him to pass the bottle of lube on the floor. Hunter passed the bottle to Greg and then took a rubber band in his pocket and tied it around Chris’s arm. “Now I just need you not to move while I do this so we can be sure not to hurt you, ok?” “Hurt me?” “Yeah just to be sure we get the vein is all. It’s ok. I have a steady hand.” He smiled at the boy and Chris gave in. This was a man he could trust. He would do as he asked and stay still. He didn’t want to watch the needle go in so he turned his attention to the video which was getting louder by the moment. “I’m gonna cum boy” the man in the video shouted to the boy in the sling. Just then Chris felt the prick of the needle and winced. At the same time he felt Greg line the head of his cock right up to his hole. Chris couldn’t see Gregs huge cock but the top of his tattoo was visible from that angle. The men in the video only got more frantic. “Yeah gimme that load. Fucking poz me!” “Fuck yeah take my poz load boy!” Poz load? What were they talking about? They couldn’t possibly mean… Before Chris could finish the thought, Hunter ripped the rubber band from his arm and lifted it up just as Greg pushed his raw cock into the boy.

Part 7 The boys did what had become routine at the end of their hookups. Not a lot of talking, quick dressing, quicker getaway. Hunter didnt stop them. He had seen this all before. He knew that the immediate line of thinking would be that things had gone too far. That it was time to pull things back. One time wasnt so bad but no one needed to know and if it never happened again it would become a distant memory in no time. What Hunter also knew is that the inevitable progression following that thinking was temptation and then a call or text to reconnect. Hunter had the patience to wait it out. These boys were worth it and besides, he didnt get to fuck Tyler but with Chris getting two loads of his poz seed the results would show soon enough. What the boys never had to deal with before was a walk back together after a hook up. They walked side by side but their heads were down and they said little. Neither could articulate the thoughts in their heads, the weight of their feelings in the moment, combined with the exhilaration of having just lived out a hot fantasy that went beyond their expectations and imaginations. But when they got close to Tyler's dorm, he finally said to Chris, "We shouldnt have done that. I think I need to figure things out." Chris just nodded and said a quick, "Yeah." There was no goodbye . Tyler turned towards his dorm and Chris kept walking. Neither was sure if they would ever talk again. But as all mathematicians know, horny > God. Neither could really resist though they did try. They didn't text for a few days but both would check Grindr to see if the other was on. They both got messages from other guys who were interested, but they felt somehow that hooking up with some other guy would be a betrayal. That's how Chris managed to find a way to justify messaging Hunter again. Tyler was there the first time and they all knew each other. Tyler even watched him get fucked by Hunter so he would understand if they hooked up again without him, right? Before thinking about the answer too deeply, he messaged Hunter on Grindr. They messaged back and forth casually at first, Chris waiting for Hunter to ask him over again, too afraid to make that move himself. Finally, Hunter did get what Chris was hoping for. H: How are you boys? 😄 We haven't talked since. I think we just need a break. H: Did I do something? I'm sorry if I did. I thought we had fun. 😄 No its not you. We did have fun. Or I guess I did at least. H: Good. I'm glad to hear that. Maybe we can get together again if you'd like. 😄 Yeah H: You free now? 😄 Yeah H: Do you wanna come by? No pressure of course. 😄 Yeah H: Do you remember the address? 😄 Yeah H: Great. Come on over. But promise you'll say more than Yeah while you're here. 😄 Ok H: Good enough. For now LOL Hunter knew it would just be a matter of time, but he didnt think he would get one of them alone. Since Chris was the one who reached out he knew he must have enjoyed getting fucked. He decided he would push things further. He texted a friend and then jumped in the shower. Chris didn't get himself ready and head to Hunter's place right away. He was unsure if he should really go. The first time was fun but they hadnt used condoms and he worried about what that could mean. He didnt know how to mention it when they chatted and he didnt want to get Hunter upset by suggesting that he might have something. Maybe he should just be totally safe and bail on Hunter. But no amount of jerking off could simulate the intense pleasure of getting fucked. He had never even imagined what that would feel like but it was like nothing he had felt before or in the days since when he tried a finger, even two. That combined with whatever they smoked was the best experience he could have had. Hunter seemed like a nice guy. He wouldnt hurt a person by passing on a disease. That would just be evil. Besides maybe this time Hunter wouldnt want to fuck or smoke. They didnt discuss either when they chatted so maybe it was stupid to assume it would all happen again. Maybe. It was more than an hour after they messaged each other on Grindr that Chris did finally ring Hunters bell. Hunter pulled him inside and they sat together in the living room. "I didnt think you were gonna make it." "Yeah I just wanted to take care of some stuff is all." Chris was pulling off his jacket as he sat and when he looked back towards Hunter, he saw that the pipe was being lit. Without looking back at Chris, before taking his hit he said, "Well I'm glad you came." The hit was big and as he blew out the cloud through his nose, he handed the pipe and torch to Chris without asking. Chris just took it and went ahead and took a hit. Hunter knew not to ask. Hand it over as if it is perfectly natural, as if Chris knew all along. It worked. They passed the pipe back and forth and soon enough it needed to be refilled. Chris was already flying. They were making small talk the whole time, mostly about classes and the weather getting colder. But as Hunter added more to the pipe, he asked Chris "So I'm glad you enjoyed the last time." Again, he hadnt asked Chris if he did. Don't give the boy an opportunity to think and answer otherwise. Even if he is high. "I'd love it if we could do that again and maybe more." Chris didn't know how to respond. The high was telling him that he wanted it all again and the more got him excited. But how should he bring up the condoms? "Yeah. So--" Chris was interrupted by the sound of a door being opened. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a naked man coming towards them. Tall athletic and a cock that looked big even though it was just half hard. Chris was mesmerized by this mans body but was also curious about who he was and why he was there. Hunter passed the refilled pipe back to Chris already lit. He watched Chris take the pipe and a hit as Hunter continued to light it with the torch without ever taking his eye off of Greg. "Chris this is my friend Greg. He came by while I was waiting for you. I thought it would be ok. Hes a good guy. Aren't you Greg?" Greg walked over to Chris and stuck out his hand. In Chris's state, he was tempted to reach past the hand and grab the cock, but his resistance was just strong enough. "Hey Chris. Of course I'm a good guy. Especially when it comes to cute boys like you." Chris blushed a little, not know what to say, now unsure how this was going to play out. He handed the pipe back to Hunter. "Were you guys in the middle of something? Should I....go?" Hunter moved closer to Chris now as he took a hit and passed the pipe to Greg. "No, not at all. The more the merrier right? He kissed Chris on the neck and prompted a gasp and low moan from the boy. "Why don't we get naked like Greg and see how much fun we can all have?" Chris just nodded and began to unbutton his pants. "Thatta boy" Hunter said as he began to disrobe too. "You have the same tattoo as Hunter. Are you guys like part of a club or something?" Chris was pointing at the biohazard tattoo above Greg's cock, no longer hiding the focus of his gaze. Greg and Hunter looked at each other quickly. A look that said, lets just get down and fuck now. "Uh yeah something like that." "What kind of club is it?" "Well one you'll find out about once you're a member." Chris was confused. Greg turned to Hunter again. "Or...is he already a member of the club?" Hunter smiled. "He might be but think of today being something like an initiation." "Uh ok cool." Chris decided to go along with it. His brain was drifting ever since that huge cock came into the picture. Now he was reminded of Hunters as well, this one fully hard now. Chris was fully naked now and also fully hard. "Fuck youre beautiful. Can I kiss you?" Greg lit the pipe and took one more hit. Chris was never good at taking compliments and hearing that from this hot naked stranger in front of him put his thoughts further away from all the condom talk he wanted to do before. He nodded looking up at Greg and gave him his hand when Greg reached down to pull him up from the couch. They started with a shot gun that turned into a kiss, tentative at first on Chris's part, slow and soft. Then Greg unleashed something in Chris and the two felt something electric. Their making out became deeper and more intense thanks in part to the massive hit Greg shared with Chris. "That is hot boys." Hunter was watching and stroking his hard cock. "Let's move this into the bedroom."

I think your questions and consternation are sincere, so I'll attempt to respond, probably with no great success. Fundamentally, I think I just enjoy a bit of sexual sadism when i can arrange it, while you don't at all. There will probably be no meeting of minds. Nevertheless, 1. I do not brutalize every boy indiscriminately. The faggot must accept his fate and agree to the necessity of the ordeal that I will inflict on him. This level of submission in a boy is rare and beautiful. 2. There is no such thing as a generically submissive boy. Each man has his own requirements for total erotic fulfillment and each boy must be put to particular use/abuse to meet those requirements. Some men are easy to please. I admit to being cruel and difficult at first, but a boy who suffers for me endears himself to me. His self-sacrifice at the altar of my manhood could well inspire love. And as I indicated, this blood rite would generally just be a one-time demonstration of my phallic power. I would reserve the right to hurt him occasionally in the future to satisfy my perversity and renew our bond as man and bitch, but I would have no further need to break his cunt. Though, in truth, he will bleed whenever I fuck him, just not always visibly. The rectal cunt always bleeds because it is not meant to be used by men. Anal penetration is thus always inherently abusive. I just want to make the abuse explicit and purposeful in a ritual of initiation that fills me with a sense of absolute power. 3. What I perpetrate is no worse than any rough fuck. It's certainly less risky than fisting, which is shockingly common. I would indeed and be aiming for the sigmoid junction (it feels great), but the locus of the injury depends on the size of the boy and the anatomy of his cunt. 4. I radically disagree with the notion that I have no right to hurt anybody. Sadists and masochists have been hurting and getting hurt since time immemorial. Consent has no meaning if you can't agree to take pain and risk damage. 5. There's always the possibility of a more serious injury. That potential is always there, because a rectum has no substantial natural defenses against the depredations of penile invasion. I could tear him from his first hole to his second hole in the course of normal breeding. Or he could move the wrong way and fracture my penis. Or we could transmit HPV to each other and eventually contract anal and penile cancer. Every sexual act has known risks. It is possible that I could cause the boy great pain. He has to decide for himself whether or not it's worth the risk to accommodate my plainly twisted desires. 6. It's absolutely my intent to prevent the boy from receiving other men. I fucked him to own him, nothing less. I would give him about a week to heal completely before initiating regular breeding. In the meantime, his throat will serve me well. 7. The short answer (sorry to leave it for last) is that hurting a (consenting) bitch with my dick gives me the sort of thrill that I associate with brutal rape. I am not actually a rapist. I'm probably actually too considerate for my own good in most situations. But I believe that men should give expression to the primordial impulses for conquest and violent penetration that lurk in our genes whenever possible. Fags love a beast fuck. So do many women for that matter. We should pay this much tribute to the ancestors who raped their way into genetic immortality. Their example can inspire us even as we confine ourselves to the limits imposed by modern civilization. I love the power in my dick without reservation. 8. Finally, pricking the boy and enjoying his suffering strongly recalls the classic ruination of the virgin. In many cases، and especially on the wedding night، consummation would have consisted of heedless forcible penetration, leading to unlimited pleasure for him and pain and bleeding for her. You're a good person, so you no doubt abhor the thought. I, on the other hand, love the practices of patriarchy implicitly and regard traumatic penetration as one way to establish and enforce the correct, male-dominated, penis-centred marital and social order. I hope I've clarified my intent somewhat. No doubt I remain a monster, but I am ill-disposed to prevaricate in this regard. Though I probably should have used my time to seek out and defile an innocent instead.

A veritable BZ masterpiece two thumbs and my cock up!

Fake Bareback Porn Cast (Part 3) Both tops stood moved closer. They both clenched their fists. I would receive a good beating any minute now. I gazed to Tim and Sydney, who were talking to each other. Sydney opened a bag and retrieved a bottle of water. He told Stuart and Tony to wait a second. The recording was interrupted due to a short break. “You are doing an extremely good job, you know that? This is so realistic.” Sydney purred. “That’s not an act…. they are really hurting me. Make them stop please” I cried silently. “You’ve signed a contract. This is a hardcore porn production.” Sydney whispered. “Are you prepared to pay the fine?” he asked. “How much would it be?” I panted. “I don’t know – it depends on how much the film would have made in leasing and selling – maybe 100.000 Dollars?” he estimated. “What? But I get only 200 dollars for participating… I don’t have 100.000 dollars to pay you” I sobbed. “I know…. I know baby, but you are making a great impression. They won’t last long now. I know both guys for a long time. They will shoot soon and then the take is over.” Sydney smiled warmly at me. “Listen - I could talk to Tim. Maybe he will give you 150 dollars on top for your good work. Then you would get 350 dollars for just a couple of minutes now. Just offer the lads your hole. Maybe another beating and then you are done. What do you think?” he wanted to know. “Okay” I sniffed “But can I get the other half of the pill. The effect wears off” I pleaded. “Nah – Tim said only half of it. And you should really fight a bit more. Hit them back. Spit them into their faces. They like that kind of stuff. Try to run away maybe…. and tomorrow you will get another job offer probably. You need the money, don’t you?” he looked at me questioningly. I nodded slowly. “Okay. Keep on raping him. Enjoy his body.” Sydney said to the two guys. They showed their big bulges proudly. “And action” Tim shouted. Tony and Stuart sneaked around me. “Come on tramp. Sit on your knees and suck our dicks you slut.” Stuart slapped me into my face. I straightened up immediately and I started opening Tony’s pants. A massive cock hit me in the face instantly. I opened my mouth and started sucking his dickhead. Meanwhile I tried to unbutton Stuarts pants. I didn’t want to feel him neglected, and get punished for that. So I jerked him off while my tongue tried to perform love to Tony’s dick. Both guys were towering above me and were frenchkissing each other. “Open your fucking mouth and stop lapping around my cockhead like a five dollar whore” Tony rumbled. Stuart tried to push his dick into my mouth also. I gave my best to open my jaws wider. I was able to get both dicks between my lips, but they weren’t able to fuck me down my throat. Tim and Sydney surrounded us, while I tried sucking both aggressive tops, with the cameras and recorded the forced entry. They filmed me while I was crying out of fear and pain. Both had their jeans open also, and I could the whole scenery made them horny too, but they were professionals. They didn’t interfere. Stuart withdrew his cock again and looped his belt around my neck. Within a few seconds he tightened his grip and started to strangle me. My eyes widened. I opened my mouth further to gasp for air, but all I got was Tony’s dick. He started pushing his 9 inch cock deep into my throat. I made chocking noises and started beating with my fists against Tony’s hips and lower stomach. I felt like suffocating. He hit me several times with his fist against the side of my head and shouted to open up. “Open up you pig. Swallow my fat cock . Let me into your throat you worthless peace of shit.” he snarled. Stuart knew exactly what he did. He blocked me from my breathing until I almost fainted and then he let go of the belt. I started heaving my chest inhale. But shortly after that he started to strangle me again. Tony held both of my ears meanwhile and while he pushed his cock brutally down my throat, he pulled my ears towards his groin. It felt like he would rip them away from head. Tony face fucked me for at least 15 minutes. I was not sure if I was alive or dead after that. “Come on… I want to tear his ass cunt apart. It is your turn to choke him.” Stuart demanded. The hauled me up and told me to get rid of my hot pants or they would use a knife an cut it away from my body. The punched me in my face brutally I fell backwards and since both tops started walking towards me I hurried removing the pants as fast as possible. I got on my feet again. Stuart’s belt was still dangling from my neck. “On your knees you dirty teen whore” Stuart kicked my ass from behind and I fell directly into Tony’s arms, who took his chance and punched me in my stomach. I collapsed on the cold floor but tried to resume position and got on my knees. Tony stepped over me. His feet were slightly apart and he could I almost felt his cold look. I was not able to see him and that scared me a lot. He picked both ends of the belt up and started pulling my head up with it. I could follow him to a certain degree, before making those choking noises again. Stuart was kneeling behind me. As soon as he heard me retching he pushed his 10 inch long cock into me. He kept his promise. Since he entered me with one swift motion he did rip me apart and made me bleed even more. I made unreal sounds while Stuart pummeled my backside and cursed me. “You dirty brat. I will teach you a lesson. I will poz your little cunt. You will never walk straight, when I am finished with you” he screamed. Tony wasn’t so experienced in blocking my breathing. He kept on holding the belt up and I tried to pull it away with one hand, but it was so tightly wrapped. I gasped desperately. Stuart felt my anal tube flinched massively. He liked it a lot, but he also knew I was in serious trouble now. He slapped Tony on his ass and told him to let go of the belt and allow me to get some air. “Don’t kill the little whore” he shouted out. Tony dropped opened and started coughing loudly. Stuart had fun destroying my ass. He pummeled me with full force. He didn’t care if I would need a doctor later on. He and his partner bought me exactly for this. To rape and to poz me. And they paid a lot of money to have it all on film. I would be the 5th boy they abused this way. For Tim and Sydney it was a good business. The first client paid the most. From then the next clients paid less and less, but all had the chance to be actually the ones to poz breed me. I was not aware, that this was the only intention. This movie wouldn’t make it to any porn festival. I might be on the internet one day, since both guys wore masks it would be easy to them to share my pozzing with other fellows without being recognized. “Talk dirty to them. Ask them to poz you…. our viewers like this kind of dirty talk” Tim instructed me. Tim had my test results and he had told me, the other two guys were clean too. I understood, that there was a fetish for poz fucking and so I joined in and begged Stuart to poz my cunt. “Oooooh yes Sir. Please fuck my negative cunt and poz me good. Give me your gift and breed me.” I moaned, hoping we would be in the fuck mode now and that I wouldn’t get hit again. Tony stepped in front of me and yelled at me to look at him. He started to piss directly on my face, while Stuart kept on pounding my tight asshole. “Open up faggot and drink my piss” Tony murmured. “Yeah… swallow it. Enjoy my toxic piss. You look beautiful with your face drenched in my piss you cheap whore.” he grinned wickedly. “Oh fuck. Yeah – faggot. Milk my balls you fucking teen bitch.” Stuart shouted and shot his load into me. He didn’t slow down, while he was shooting his cum into me. He kept on rabbit fucking me and tried to damage my hole some more. “Got to make sure my bug really gets into you, so you never forget tonight.” Stuart roared. He gave me a another punch with his fist against the back of my head now. This way my hole cramped up and he enjoyed his orgasm even more. I yelped in pain and started crying again. Stuart’s had a satisfied smile on his face. His movements came to a halt, but his dong was still deeply imbedded in my asshole. He looked totally relaxed, while I was still suffering from the brutal assault. Then he started to piss into me and I felt intestine filled with his hot waste. There was nothing I could do about it. When he was done, he unceremoniously pulled out and hot piss mixed with his semen gushed out of my ravaged hole. I collapsed on the floor and sobbed quietly. Tony nudged me with his right boot softly. “Hey…. are you okay? Turn around baby. It wasn’t that bad, hm?” he asked me as if he cared. I turned around slowly, but I was so weak. I sat up and looked him into the eyes and told him I was really hurt. He nodded understandingly. “Why don’t you lay back then and try to relax, hm?” he told me in a low voice. “Spread you legs…… and hold them up to your chest” he grinned. “No…. please. Please stop now. Please, I think I am damaged down there. I can’t take another fuck. Have mercy please….” I cried openly but obeyed also. He moved between my legs and smiled at me cruelly. “There is no mercy for junk like you. You were born to serve as rape meat.” Tony said coldly and his cock sank into me. I howled and looked at him, hoping still he would stop it and just end this whole ordeal. But he started fucking me harder and looked me straight into my eyes. He absorbed the pain and fear in my eyes. “Do you like my cock banging against your cunt walls” he asked me. “Gnnnngnnnn…. yes….*sob* it feeheels goohood. Your cock feels so *sniffs* good” I mumbled. “Yeah, I know…. you cunt feels good too. You want another poz injection?” he wanted to know. Although they told me, it was just text to make the audience horny I answered him “No…. don’t….. Please….” I pleaded. But Tony fucked me even harder and so I received another hot toxic load. “Oh Baby…. I am charging you up…. feel my bug infiltrate your system…. you stupid whore…..” Tony moaned loudly. Tony pulled his cock out of my arse and got up slowly. “Man… that was one hot fuck. Worth the money…..” both guys agreed. Tim and Sydney recorded the aftermath. The made close-ups of my raped asshole and also filmed my crying face a lot. Tony and Stuart closed their pants again slowly and seemed to be very satisfied. After the cams stopped rolling, Stuart received both memory cards immediately from Tim. In exchange Tim obtained the agreed amount of money. I didn’t realize it, but the whole scene didn’t need any editing for Stuart or Tony. The movie showed, what happened today. A brutal rape… For me it was just a job, which went a little bit out of hand. But I got my money. They gave me 300 dollars. They had to deduct a fee for the clothing they gave me during the shoot. I was still sobbing, when Tony and Stuart left the area. I heard them laughing, while the wandered off outside. “What about tomorrow. Do you care for another shooting?” Sydney asked me. “I…. I don’t know. My butt is killing me. I need to wash myself. I feel so dirty….” I sniffed, “Nah – you did an excellent job and you got paid for, what you were supposed to sell. Your body….” Sydney told me while he stood above me and jerked his hard cock. Tim grinned and nodded “Good idea…. man that was hot. I need some relieve too….” He joined in jacking off slowly above my head. “Listen, if you want another job tomorrow, you might open your holes for us too. At least this would give you the pole position before all the other bottom actors.” Tim suggested. I sobbed loudly and then laid on my back once more and opened my legs again. “Good boy….” Tim moved quickly between my legs and bumped his dick into my ass chute. I didn’t even ask about his health status. He was healthy for sure I thought, since I took it for granted he would have to check his status periodically. “Oh come on Jake. I know you had a rough ride, but hey - try to be at least a decent fuck and tighten up. You are a sleazy fuck-hole” Tim moaned disapprovingly. He started slamming his dick into me. Sydney observed my continuous sexual assault and smirked. He saw more potential in me, to be misused.

Chasing the Bug 2.0 – My Cuckold Boyfriend and Caribbean Salvation Part 1 - Bahamian Fuck in the Boathouse and Part 2 – Raw AIDs Dick in St Thomas Let me start by telling you about Richard, my ex-partner (he liked ‘husband’ because he was the top, but whatever), who is white, in his early 40’s, handsome, Ivy League educated, and works for one of the most prestigious lobbyomg firms in Washington, DC. So, basically he was a tight ass, but I loved him, or did once, guess in the later years it became ‘care for with a dash of tolerance and two dashes of get the fuck off me.’ I met Richard on a phone chat line about 12 years ago. I was still working through my attraction to men, and at the time, Richard was my dream. He was successful, powerful, handsome, and on our first date he showed me his rare and priceless antique maps. I know, sounds corny, but I saw passion in his eyes and heard it in his voice when he spoke about those fucking maps – and after several dates and a few fucks after spending the evening in the hot tub – he looked at me with the same passion and spoke with the same intensity to me, and about me, so I was hooked. When we met, Richard and I were on pretty much the same page sexually. He was a good 10 years older than me, but we were very compatible. However, over the years I started to get bored. Sex with Richard was like a Georgetown housewife’s scripted recipe – kiss for 5 minutes, very little tongue, suck him for about 2 minutes (with condom on) while he rubbed my head, then me laying face down while he put on a new condom and fucked me for about 2 more minutes. Over and over and over this was our sex life and frankly I was bored as fuck. I tried suggesting ways to spice things up, but Richard would have none of it, until he came upon what he said was the perfect solution – he would watch me get fucked by some other guy while he watched because he enjoyed being a ‘cuckold’ husband. Basically a cuckold is someone who’s wife is unfaithful and they have no power and are forced to submit, watch, are powerless, or whatever. I guess being a high-powered lobbyist all day he wanted someone else in control, so I agreed, and about once a month he would set us up with a top who would come to our house, fuck me, and Richard would sit in the fucking Queen Anne winged back chair in the bedroom jacking his dick. One would think this would be interesting or even fun – NOT! Every single guy Richard set us up with was like him – about the same age, white, dick not too big or not too small (Richard was about 8 inches, average thickness), missionary fuck, and they always wore a condom. Richard and I got tested for HIV and everything else a few times a year and no matter how much I made the argument that I wanted to try having him inside me raw or at least suck him without a condom, it was always, “No, that is too dangerous.” So I was left with two conclusions – either he was a total fucking sleaze ball fucking tons of ass on the side or, since was such a tight ass, the more likely option was he was an uptight asshole who would always keep those barriers between us. So much for intimacy. No matter how much I wanted to make him understand, I could never tell him that feeling his raw cock slide into me and taking his cum was, for me, the ultimate intimacy I could imagine!!! I loved him, and his refusal was a rejection of that love – and of me – and so, overtime, I fantasized more and more about being fucked raw. Not just raw, I wanted us to be linked and so there was no excuse, every time we got tested I prayed and wished that by some miracle we both were POZ. If we were, we would not need a condom, we could be together, I could feel him deep in me breeding me with his cum. About two years ago I was laid off from my job with a business management firm. The recession had hit us hard, government spending was done and in DC that is the milk that flows from the Mother tit, so I became a true ‘housewife’, spending my days making it a happy home for Richard. Yet, no matter what I did, Richard’s idea of sex never changed, and so, I found other outlets. I first came across Machofucker.com about a month after I was laid off. Holy fuck! I had never seen anything like that. Richard thought porn was ‘dirty’ – meaning low class – so we did not own any. I was hooked. Not only did these guys fuck with abandon and enjoyment, and loudly – they fucked raw and you could see their cum!!! Oh my God I could not believe it. Thankfully they had free previews, which I downloaded to a DVD that I hid in the basement under a box of old paint cans, so I could dig it out and watch it when Richard was not home and he would be none the wiser. Well, one day I forgot to remove the DVD from the computer after I had jacked off about four times and uploaded their newest free preview. When Richard came home and logged on to watch BBC News online, the DVD spun up and on the screen came this big black dick fucking a white ass raw, and rough. Richard was aghast, said he was disgusted and wanted to puke, I tried to apologize but my dick was hard and tenting my pants, so he was even more ‘disappointed’ and said he did not know who I was anymore. I asked him again – no I begged – can we please just try something like that? Richard swore, which was extreme for him, got into his Mercedes, and left the house. I hid my DVD, Richard came home later like nothing had happened, and so every day I fantasized more and more about how to get out of this sex hell hole I was in. I became more and more depressed – no job, no sex that I liked, Richard not caring about my needs, I just wanted out, and began trolling websites more and more. As I explored my bareback/raw fucking fantasies I came across a couple blogs of guys who were POZ and who talked about not only fucking raw, but of chasing the bug, stealth pozzing other guys, sharing their virus and more. I could not believe it. I was sort of disgusted at first, but the more I read, the more I realized how free, how connected, how much these guys were living life how they wanted when I was doing the exact opposite. I now knew what I wanted – I wanted a man to POZ me – I wanted to chase the bug – and get it – then I would be free. I became obsessed and so wanted to try some of the things I read about like going to a bookstore, or bathhouse, but I was afraid. Afraid of Richard finding out, afraid of what would happen if I did catch the bug, afraid of seeing someone I recognized or knew, and more. Richard knew I was not happy, so he actually surprised me one day by coming home with a big envelope, which when I opened it, had two airline tickets to Orlando and an itinerary for a 7-day cruise to the Caribbean out of Port Canaveral. I had never been on a cruise, frankly Richard never took vacations so the best I got was a weekend in Atlantic City once every two years, which would end up a disaster as Richard always lost all his money and he would be depressed for days afterwards. I was excited, at least I would get out of the fucking house and who knows, may have fun, even with Richard. More importantly, I saw this as my chance – my chance to explore what I needed – my need to get POZZED – my need to be converted – my need to chase the bug. Somehow thinking about doing this away from DC made it easier, and made it more OK. As the weeks flew by before the cruise, I visited a number of chat sites where people talked about bareback sex. I was too nervous to really speak to anyone, but did exchange emails with a few guys, including one guy on St. Thomas, one of the Caribbean islands where our cruise ship would stop. This guy’s name was James, he was about Richard’s age, had grown up in Miami, but his family was from St. Thomas and after he finished college he had gone back to St. Thomas, began a few businesses, and seemed like a nice guy. He was very friendly, our chats were never sexually explicit, and I never felt like I was cheating on Richard. He told me to keep in touch and that if it looked like I might have time, to email him from the ship and he would give me an address of this little bar he owned where we could meet up when in St. Thomas. I assumed he was into bareback sex from the site he was on – bareback.com – and he was a top, black, well hung, drank, smoked, and all the other things Richard was not. I jerked off so many times fantasizing about ‘James’ – even though I had not even seen a face picture – just only knew him from his short profile and our emails. It was finally time to go on the cruise and I could not wait. I was so tired of Richard and his controlling ways, I just wanted to relax and get out of the house. I was also tired of feeling worthless. I still had not been able to find a job and hated feeling indebted to him. What sort of partner was I? We caught our flight to Orlando, spent a day at Sea World, took a car to Port Canaveral/Cocoa Beach, spent a day there, and then boarded the cruise ship on a Sunday morning. The ship was huge – over three football fields long, and was a wonder. There were pools, restaurants, shopping, live shows, and more. A few guys flirted with me, including our stateroom attendant, but Richard was always by my side, so what little action I had was a quick jack off when I excused myself from the dinner table. Richard got seasick, so we had no sex at all, which I did not miss frankly. Having him on top of me was becoming something I dreaded – and hated. Tuesday morning, the ship anchored just offshore of a small island in the Bahamas. The island was owned by the cruise line but was packed with little shops, nice beaches, and lots of activities. One of those activities was parasailing. I had never been parasailing and begged and begged and begged Richard to go with me. Of course I imagined it would be like America’s Funniest Home Videos where you see someone being dragged down the beach and hitting the water face first while their swim trunks come off – but we could see them as the small boats took us from the ship to shore. They were launching off the back of small motorboats and it looked like so much fun! Once we landed on the island I ‘wandered’ over to where the map said the parasailing booth was. Richard followed, relented, and soon we were in a boat with six other cruisers. As we sped off and got settled I looked closer at the guys running the boat. There were three of them, all handsome, black, and I could not keep my eyes off one guy in particular who was sitting on the edge of the back of the boat with his legs spread and a huge bulge in his pants. He had on an orange t-shirt, khaki shorts, white sneakers, and reflective sunglasses, so I could not see where he was looking, but his dick was due south, moist, and formed a tasty looking outline. Richard noticed my focused gaze and said, “So what? You into black men now is that it? Jesus Christ, I bring you on an amazing vacation and all you can do is ogle the local working class?” I told Richard to lower his voice and said, “Yes, actually, I was looking, and thinking of you actually. Knowing how much you enjoy being a cuckold for another, who better to be powerless against than a big black man in a foreign country? What could you do? Nothing! You would be helpless, he is like nothing we have ever seen, right?” Richard’s mouth worked silently, almost like he was chewing on his words – or cow with cud – before he spoke. “Yes, true, I don’t know, but he is black!” “Yes Richard,” I said trying not to let my exasperation show, “But we are not home, no one will ever know will they. Just think, this is a chance of a life time and no one will ever know.” Richard did not say anything more, so I returned to watching the three guys running the boat hook people up, ease out the parasailing lines, and waited our turn. When it was our turn the guy I had been watching helped me first into my harness. I swear he rubbed my ass and poked his finger towards my hole when he did, and I actually moaned a little, or it was just wishful thinking and the hot sun. Richard did not notice but I hoped the guy did. Parasailing was amazing!!! We lifted off the boat in one smooth motion and lifted to about 400 feet. Wow!! Too soon our time aloft ended, we watched the rest of the cruisers do their turn and we headed back to shore. Once we docked, we got off the boat and Richard said he forgot to tip the guys, so I walked up to the shed where we had signed up. I was not paying attention, but a few minutes later Richard tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Come on,” and I turned to follow. When I did I noticed the guy from the boat that I had been watching. He was in front of us and Richard was following him. What was going on? We walked along the edge of the island to a large boathouse about 100 feet away. It was dark, and about 110 degrees inside. The guy closed the door behind us and led us towards the back where he and Richard stopped near a pile of parasails that were stacked like hay bails. “Man, what’s up?” the parasail guy asked. Richard said, “Like I told you, I have money, I want you to have sex with my husband here and I want to watch.” The guy laughed, “Yeah you said that, OK, $500.” I stood there in amazement thinking there was no way this was happening. Richard would never! Richard pulled out his wallet, counted out $500, handed it to the guy, and then pushed me towards him. I was still a bit dazed figuring out what was going on, but the Bahamian guy was not. He took the money, tucked it in his pocket, pulled his shorts down and off over his sneakers, and started undoing my shorts. Fuck yeah! I went with it, dropped my backpack, took my baseball cap off, and knelt in front of him to suck on his dick. His dick was over 9 inches, milk chocolate black, and hairy like crazy. Huge growth of hair from his balls, down his dick shaft, so unlike what I was used to as Richard kept himself clipped. I sucked his dick down anyways, which tasted of sweat and funk. Amazing! I sucked him for a while, he then helped me stand up, scooted me over to the pile of folded up parasails, and bent me over and spit on his dick and rubbed the spit up and down his hairy shaft with his hand. “Umm, excuse me, please, excuse me,” I heard Richard say, ”Um yes, stop right there please, um, do you have condoms?” The Bahamian guy laughed a little, said “Oh yes, of course,” he said, “My bag is up there by the front door, to the left on the bench, Nike bag, do you mind grabbing them for us?” Richard nodded and turned and walked away. The Bahamian guy bent over me and whispered, “Do YOU want me to wear a condom? I don’t like them.” “Um, I, shit – no, I don’t, I want you to just fuck me,” I said. This was my chance and Richard be damned. The Bahamian guy laughed, spit on his dick a few times, bent me back over, and worked his dick slowly into my hole. The sweat running down my back, mixed with his spit, made my hole nice and moist. I was being fucked RAW!!! It hurt like hell as he fucked me and I went forward into the parasails, but it felt unbelievable. This was how sex was supposed to be, skin to skin and raw. I heard Richard exclaim, “Stop that!” as his voice pitched high like a woman. The Bahamian guy laughed again and said, “Shut up man – he wants it – don’t you? Don’t you?” I whimpered and said, “Yes,” in barely a whisper, but that was all he needed to hear. He fucked me raw, rough, and hard and in the midst of my ecstasy I could hear Richard off to the side whimpering as well – but it was the whimper of a cuckold who had met his match and was in over his head. My ass was hurting so bad, but I found that jacking my dick helped ease the pain. I had never had to do that with Richard, so my body was flooded with new and exciting sensations and my mind was screaming FUCK ME RAW – FUCK ME RAW – POZ ME POZ ME. I did not know if he had HIV or AIDs, but I was hoping and what guys fuck raw when they don’t? I was soon rewarded with a hot thick load of Bahamian cum. The guy grabbed my shoulders, tensed, and slammed me deeper as he shot. I thought I could feel it, but had never had that sensation before so was not sure, but his yelling, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” convinced me. When he was done he pulled out of my ass, pulled on his shorts and left the boat shed sort of chuckling. Richard was sitting on a crate looking dazed. I pulled up my shorts and said, “Come on, let’s go,” and we walked out. Richard was quiet, too quiet, and after an hour at the beach and a light lunch he said, “I want to go back to the ship.” I asked to stop in the bathroom first and when I did I let out the Bahamian cum into the cup of my hand. I could not believe I had another man’s cum – tinged with my blood – in my hand. It was thick, white with red, and before I knew it I tipped my hand and slurped the load and juices like the finest raw oyster. It was like nectar from the gods. Back on the ship Richard did not say two words to me. He sulked, pouted, and acted like a fucking child. Even at the formal dinner he just focused on his food and not me. Fine, whatever. As we got ready for bed, Richard finally asked, “How could you? How could you let him?” “How could I let him what?” I asked. “Have sex with you like that? That is just just just WRONG. It was not right – it was dirty and wrong and I did not want him to do that!” Richard said sounding like a hysterical woman again. “Well,” I said, and feeling a little courageous thanks to all the wine from dinner, “That was called fucking! That’s what men do! Real men – not cuckold pussies like you so you would know nothing about it. Good NIGHT!” With that I grabbed a blanket and lay on the floor and went to sleep. PART 2 – RAW POZ DICK IN ST THOMAS “That was disgusting!” Richard’s words kept echoing in my mind over and over after he had watched me get fucked raw by the guy in the Bahamas. Not for me it wasn’t. Being barebacked in that boathouse was the hottest sex I had ever had and then tasting the cum that came out of my ass – damn! Made me hard every time I thought about it. The next day was a day-at-sea as we traveled to St. Thomas. I was so angry with Richard, I went to the internet café on the 8th deck, signed onto bareback.com, and emailed James to tell him I wanted to come see him in St Thomas. James was online as he replied instantly and asked me what I wanted in St. Thomas and I typed, “Right now, more than anything, I want to be taken away, away from Richard and from this whole fucked up life.” I then told him what happened in the Bahamas and since he was on a bareback site asked what he thought. James replied, “You were blessed to have a man share himself with you in that way. Very blessed. Did you enjoy it? Did you want it? Do you want it again? Was that your first time taking it raw? You POZ?” When I answered yes to all of the above, and negative, James said, “That is all I need to know. Here is the address to my place. I think you NEED to come see me. When you leave the ship, go see the SkyRide tram. When you are done, there is a place to catch the taxi’s right there, ask for Andre, he knows me, he will take care of you, and you cannot miss him, he always wears a t-shirt with his name on it ‘Andre’s Taxi.’ I’ll tell him to expect you about 10:00.” The rest of the day I kept repeating James’ email over and over in my head and did my best to avoid Richard. By dinner, he felt like talking and apologizing, but for me it was too little too late. I read up on the excursions available in St. Thomas for tomorrow, left a list on the bed for Richard, and went to sleep on the floor again. The next day we docked in Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands, early and by 9:00 a.m. the gangway was down and everyone was disembarking the ship to see the sights. The first item on our list was the little SkyRide tram that went up to the top of the hill and was within walking distance from the ship. Richard and I still were not speaking much, but the SkyRide was pretty cool and the view was amazing. When we came down I walked into the parking lot near the ticket booth where there were several rundown taxi-buses, all of the open side variety seen in the Caribbean. I approached a driver who was about 30, had long dreadlocks, a green t-shirt, bare feet, jeans, beard, and a nice smile. “Andre? Yes, I could tell from your shirt, I…Um…Do you know where this place is?” I asked. Richard was still looking at postcards by the ticket counter. The driver smiled at me, nodded at Richard, “So, you goin here for him?” he asked. “No,” I said, “For me – I hope.” Andre laughed a hearty laugh and said, “Oh yes, yes, for you, very good, very good, Jimmy’s will love you and you will love Jimmy’s and James told me I may have a special pick up this morning, so I see, hmmm. I can get you there – 171 Altona is not far and good price – say $20?” I agreed and when Richard joined us and I told him we were going to go to a local place to grab a drink. He looked at me in his typical condescending manner, preparing to lecture me that it was pretty early to start drinking, but I was in no mood to hear him this morning, and walked away, following Andre. Richard could stay or go. I didn’t care. We hopped in Andre’s taxi-bus, and with the opened sides, you had to hang on so you did not feel like you would fall out. They drive on the left ‘wrong side’ of the street in St. Thomas, which I found very disconcerting. Richard did not say a word until we pulled up in front of 171 Altona, a long row of two and three story tan, plastered buildings that looked like warehouses. You could see a set of wooden stairs, covered mostly with vines, clinging to the backside leading up to the second floor with a couple doors for what looked like offices or apartments. The driver pulled around the block and turned into the parking lot in front. There were several trucks backed up to loading docks on one side, a couple guys unloading crates, and two old, beat up cars. Andre parked and pointed to a door in the corner that had JIMMYS painted in gold letters on it. “Here ya are now, enjoy and I am sure I will see you again. Here is my card – call me when you need a ride,” and then the taxi left. Richard was full of questions, “What is this place? What are we doing here?” I told him I had read about it online, everyone said Jimmys was the place to go to get local flavor and to find the best Cruzan Rum drinks. We stepped through the door, walked down a hallway that had doors leading into what looked like storage rooms or loading docks, and then stepped into a fairly large room that had several tables of various sizes and shapes, thick smoke (pot, cigarettes, and more), a small bar over in the corner, and two big guys sitting on each side of the door in tiny little gray folding chairs that sagged under their weight. They both stood up as we entered and barred our way. After my eyes adjusted I could see almost all the tables had one or more people at them even though it was not even 10:30 a.m., and as I looked at them, they looked at me. I saw a few smiles, a few blank stares, but nothing hateful. The place smelled of beer, liquor, and piss and sweat, and the ceiling fans did nothing to dissipate the heat or the smoke as they lazily spun. Richard grabbed my arm, but I pulled away, stepped to the big guy on the left of the door and said, “Hi, umm… is James here?” He was well over 6”5, 250 for sure, and just looked down at me and did not say a word. I said again, “Is James here? He is um…. I told him I would…” Just then a gentleman’s voice rose from a doorway behind the bar, “Boys, boys, let my friends in heh? What sort of host can I be if you stop everyone like a rat trying to steel cheese. Heh? Come now, come, hello, I am James and welcome to Jimmys.” James’ picture online had just shown his chest – broad, firm, dark, with a nice matt of curly hair. He was a nice looking man I thought, not classically handsome I guess, but handsome to me. So masculine, dreads to his shoulders that were colored a dark tan and pulled back behind his head, a couple earrings in both ears, broad straight nose, a killer smile, a chin beard, and when he shook my hand my knees buckled and I felt week. He was taller than me, average build, and with his shirt unbuttoned the first few buttons so I could see some chest hair and wanted to just lick it! He had on shorts, was barefoot, and had huge feet! I immediately noticed the second toe was longer than the big toe – he had fucking big dawg feet! “Welcome welcome. Now I see you made it from that wonderful ship, so please, sit, enjoy yourself, what can we get you?” Richard looked at me and asked, “Do you know this man?” I just ignored him, followed James to a table near the back, dropped my backpack, and took a seat. Low level conversation began again and as I looked around I noticed everyone was male, most were in their 30’s to 40’s I guess, with a couple guys who looked like early 20s or late teens. James came back to the table with three large glasses filled with what he said were the best Cruzan Rum drinks on the island. I took a big sip – HOLY SHIT! That was strong. Richard took a small sip and gasped. I laughed out loud, took a big sip, and felt the rum warm me up, relax me, and make me smile. James laughed and said, “Good yeah?” James sat down beside me on one side of the rectangular table, dropped a pack of cigarettes down, pulled out a lighter, lit up and took several big drags blowing the smoke towards Richard. Richard glared, but James ignored him and began to chat with us asking about where we were from, what brought us to St. Thomas, how we met, and more. I was afraid he would say something about us emailing online, but he didn’t, and just kept flashing that amazing smile and I loved his laugh. So friendly, warm, natural, and so unlike Richard who sounded like he was auditioning for a commercial. I sucked the first drink down pretty quickly and my head started to spin. James cautioned, “Easy man now, take it slow, these are not something for the weak of heart. Take your time. You are in no rush, no?” He offered to bring us some food and disappeared into the back. He returned with some cold sandwiches of some kind of meat on white bread and chips. “We do not cook here, too hot, but we have a few sandwiches and little things.” James also brought another round of drinks. I started to ask James questions about him and his place as Richard pushed his chair back against the wall, sulked, and drank his rum. James told me how he started Jimmy’s several years earlier. It was a way to use the back part of his warehouses, and to give him and his friends and their friends a quiet place to hang out and relax and have fun where no one cared, or would mind, especially their wives. “Your what?” I asked. “Our wives,” James said and chuckled, “In St. Thomas we are all married, (and in a lower voice continued) but do not worry, that does not stop me for fucking a nice ass as much as I can.” James put his hand on my leg and squeezed, I looked at Richard who was lost in space and paying no attention. We continued to chat like that, with James’ hand resting on my thigh – not moving or pressing, just resting there and my dick got hard and I was starting to sweat from the heat, rum, and desire. Richard got up, stumbled a little down the hall once he asked where the bathroom was, so James and I were left alone at the table. James squeezed my thigh, leaned in towards me and said in a low, seductive voice, “I think you need a good fuck – a real man fuck – a fuck from a true breeder. I think you have been focused on nothing but wanting to feel my dick in your negative ass nice and raw since you walked in here with him.” I just sat there staring into James’ face, his eyes were so intense, yet warm, his smile was the hottest smile I had ever seen, and fuck yeah, he was handsome. We both turned as Richard stepped out of the bathroom and began walking back down the hall towards us, as James finished by saying, “And I think I am going to breed and seed that ass deep with my Caribbean AIDS cum.” I was blushing hard as Richard sat back down and my dick was really straining in my shorts now. I lifted my rum drink and took several big gulps to try to get my focus off what James had just told me. James stood up, picked up his cigarettes, lit a fresh one, then turned to me and said, “I would like you to see my place, come with me, and we will let your friend here finish his rum.” Richard just looked up while he sipped his drink and then turned his head away as I followed James down the hall. I saw a couple bathrooms with no doors on them, a couple rooms with closed doors, one room where the door was open that looked like a storeroom and I could see a young guy bent over some boxes as one of the older guys was fucking him. I stopped, stared, and James said, “Jimmy’s is a place to have fun, like I said, as long as they do not break my bottles, or fight, and the boys stop any of that, I encourage them to have fun and be freaks if they want. Unlike the mainland, there are not many places in St. Thomas where guys like me can have fun without worrying about the cops or family or someone bothering us. Like me, almost every one of the guys here has AIDS – and more – and those that don’t, like YOU, soon will.” I followed Jimmy through one of the warehouses as he explained what some of his other business was, through a small courtyard, and then up the wooden stairs we had seen earlier that ran to the walkway that extended down the backside of most of the second floor of the building. He opened the first door he came too and there was a desk, a wooden chair, a big fan, and a curtain of old tattered cloth that led into a small room with a bed. Jimmy turned around, grabbed me by shoulders and kissed me hard. I was shocked, surprised, and totally gave in as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I slumped against him as he pulled me to his chest and kept kissing me. My knees really were week now as James’ hands ran up and down my back and his hot breath and spit filled my mouth. “What do you want?” James asked. “Uhh, I, Uhh, I should get back to Richard, ha, I ha, oh please.” I mumbled. “Please what? Please stop? No, I don’t think so. You came looking for me. You came to St. Thomas thinking about me didn’t you? Yes, I can see it in your eyes and I can see you need what I can give you. Now taste what you have been waiting for.” James then sat on the edge of the creaking old bed, slid his shorts down and laid back. His dick sprang up – a good 10, 10 1/2 inches, thick, uncut with a long hood of foreskin, dark and juicy. I could only stare, as he was definitely bigger than the guy in the Bahamas. Beyond my furtive visits to websites, and the quick suck of the parasailing guy, I had not seen a black dick like this before. I knelt on the rough floorboards, leaned against the creaking bed, and slowly put my hand around James’ dick. He moaned, put his hands behind his head and asked with a knowing smirk, “Now what do you want?” I just mumbled, opened my mouth, and nibbled on his foreskin. Fuck! The smell of his dick was the most amazing thing, and the taste was beyond description. His balls were large, heavy, and stuck slightly to each thigh. I weighed them between my fingers, licked them over with my tongue, catching the hair in my teeth, twisting it in my mouth, having his musk wash over me. I then licked his shaft, end-to-end, side-to-side, and when I rolled his foreskin back was rewarded with a thick coating of precum. I had never knowingly licked HIV infected cum before (don’t know about the guy in the Bahamas), I so wanted to taste him, but was afraid of what Richard would say. Feeling my hesitancy James gently put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face toward his dick. The smell from his dick head made me spin and when I finally flicked my tongue out to taste his precum I lost my breath. Oh My God! That tasted so sweet, salty, sweaty, and like a man. I did not care if he was POZ and had AIDs. I knew I wanted his cum. I opened my mouth wide and began to suck him. He was a good bit bigger than Richard, so I had to find my way and through trial and error figured out how to work his dick deep into my throat. James liked it and I was moaning and begging with every swallow. I was lost in what I was doing when James started to stand up. I leaned back, James stood, pulled me up, looked into my eyes, and asked, “What do you want?” I found myself saying what I had typed in my email from the ship, “Right now, more than anything, I want to be taken away, away from Richard and from my whole fucked up life.” “Is that all you want?” James asked as he took my hand and put it on his dick. “NO,” I SAID, “I WANT YOU, I WANT ALL OF YOU, I WANT ALL YOU’VE GOT, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, PLEASE WITH YOUR AIDS DICK!” James smiled, “You will get it all then.” He then pushed me onto the bed, “Get on your hands and knees.” It was sort of hard as the old creaky bed had a big indentation in the center, so I was not really even, but it pushed my ass up. James then said, “Reach around, spread that hole.” So I put my face down into the bed, took both hands, reached around, and spread my cheeks apart. James’ chin beard began digging into my sides as his tongue worked into my hole. Richard never ate my ass and while part of me was disgusted, part of me loved it and I begged for more. “Get on the floor,” James said. I was concerned about splinters because the floor was rough, unfinished, but he laid me on my back, tilted my hips up, scooted forward so my legs were held aloft by his arms, which he planted up by my shoulders. As he pressed forward and his face leaned down closer to mine, I could feel his dick working up my crack to my hole. James paused, looked me in the eyes and said, “I think this is the reason you came looking for me. For this moment, now tell me again, what do you need?” My breath caught in chest, my heart was racing, I tensed but I said, “I need you to fuck me, fuck me raw please. I want to be free.” James leaned back, reached under the bed, grabbed a can of something, sprayed a dirty piece of cloth off the floor and pushed it into my mouth and said, “Inhale through your mouth, deep breaths, just like that, heh, OK, wait, little more, now do it again.” Whatever was on the cloth mixed with the rum got my head good and spinning. I closed my eyes, opened them and saw James as he leaned back over me, lifted my legs back again, and then he smiled. The heat coming off of him was like a solar flare. My body relaxed and when I did he punched his dick into my ass. I grabbed his upper arms and dug my fingernails into him as I screamed as loud as I could and my whole body went board stiff. I couldn’t help it, and I screamed again and James just smiled, “It’s OK, its ok, let it out, I know it hurts, I know, but you need to let me in your ass. Relax, I know it hurts, but breathe and push, yes you can, push a little, that’s OK, scream again, no one can hear you so just let it out. Notice how my dick gets harder every time you scream? Makes me know you feel it. That’s it, let me in. I am going to breed you with my AIDs cum because I know that’s what you need.” I clung to James’ biceps for dear life while he slowly worked his dick in and out of my ass. He pulled almost all the way out, then with steady pressure pushed it in as far as it would go. He did this for a while, shifted forward a bit for better leverage as I felt the boards of the floor scratching up my ass. The next time he shifted, he then slowly pulled his dick all the way out. Just as I relaxed James slammed his dick into my ass again. The scream this time was primal, one of pain, and need. In that moment when he had pulled out I felt relief, but also emptiness, not just physical, but an emptiness in my being, so when he slammed it back in there was joy in that scream too. I was used to Richard who just fucked at a steady rhythm like a bad watch and cummed within a couple minutes. Not James. He would fuck slow, then pick up the pace, then fuck slow again, and soon his face and head and body was covered in hot beads of sweat from his fuck workout that dripped into my face. James smiled again and kept working my ass and leaned forward even more so he could kiss me. His tongue was long and hard, unlike Richard’s, which I always thought was sort of soft and squishy. He worked his tongue into every corner of my mouth while his hips and dick continued to beat my ass. James pulled back a little and smiled again and I said, “Please, do that again.” He said in a soft whisper, “What? What do you need? What do you need again?” My whole body was on fire now and blurted out, “I WANT YOU TO PUNCH FUCK ME AGAIN, PLEASE, I NEED THAT, AND I NEED YOUR CUM, PLEASE YOU – ALL OF YOU – ALL OF YOU, I NEED YOUR AIDS CUM!!! PLEASE!!!” James smiled, focused on my eyes and watched my reaction as he pulled his dick all the way out in one swift move, let it twitch around the end of my now gaping hole, then slammed it back in to make me scream. “Yes, yes, please make me scream, please, make me scream.” “Is that what you want?” James asked, “You want to scream? You want to bleed for me and open up?” “Yes please, take my ass, take it, make it bleed for you,” I said eagerly. James chuckled like an a villain in a movie, “You are already bleeding for me I can guarantee it – and that’s the way it should be. Just like fucking my wife on her period but her pussy has not been this tight ever! Now, I am going to breed you raw. Get ready, because I am going to let you have it ALL!” I was a raw virgin no more as my BBC top returned to slam fucking my ass. I screamed, yelped, whimpered, and begged for more and soon moved my hands down onto his hips to pull him into me every time he shoved his hard dick deeper. He was now pulling out on almost every thrust and slamming back in, knocking the breath out of me each time. “LET ME HEAR YOU NOW, LET ME HEAR YOUR SCREAM, THAT’S IT, GOT ME SO FUCKING HARD – OH FUCK YEAH – FUCK YEAH – TAKE ME – TAKE ME – TAKE MY AIDS!!! AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” James gritted his teeth and shot his cum up my ass, thrust after thrust, pushing it deeper. As his thrusts relaxed, James kissed me hard and long again, pulled away a little, wiped my forehead with his right hand, looked in my eyes and said, “That was my first load of AIDs cum in your sweet hole, but it won’t be the last.” “Thank you James, you’re right, that’s what I wanted and is what I need.” I just closed my eyes and embraced the sweat, cum, and searing pain James left me. James got up and laughed as he said, “Damn, those boards are hard on the knees.” I got up and when I did noticed a blood/ass juice stain about the size of an orange on the wood floor where I had just been. I opened my mouth to say, not sure what, when James smiled and said, “Don’t worry about that. Given what I just did I am surprised there is not more, but you know what that means?” He pulled me close and said, “That blood there is proof, proof I have given you what you wanted and need, and proof that your ass is now infected with my AIDs ! We will leave that there as a reminder.” We got dressed and I asked James for a towel or something for my ass to wipe the cum and blood off. “No, your ‘man’ needs to learn,” James said with disdain in his voice. I was not sure what he meant, but would soon see. I followed James down the stairs, back through the warehouse and to the bar. When we got there the table where we left Richard was empty. I sat down and there were only a few guys left and they all looked my way. James went over to the door, spoke to the two big guys who had stopped us when we walked in, they looked at me, at him, the one on the right got up and slid the bolt on the door and sat back down. James came back and said, “Looks like he could not hold his liquor. They said he had a couple more drinks, and has been in the bathroom a while. Stand up, let me see how you are.” I stood up, James ran his hands up and down my legs, “You got some ass juice and blood running down your leg.” I started to apologize but he interrupted me and said, “Since you are all lubed up, I think we need to give you some more of what you need. Boys! Come over here.” I watched as the two big guys who were standing by the door came over. James said, “Look boys, I just opened him up nice and good, but he needs something more, so what do you say? Up for taking a test spin?” The three of them laughed and before they finished they were both undoing their pants. I was nervous as there were still people at some of the other tables, but as James cleared the glasses off the table one of the big guys bent me over, pulled my shorts down, and rammed his dick in me. I screamed out, James laughed and said, “That’s it boys, you know you got it right when he screams, now keep it up. I want to hear those screams loud!!!” The other big guy walked in front of me and put his dick in my mouth as I lay over the table being pummeled from the back. They were not quite as big as James, but big and thick, so I felt like I was the turkey at Thanksgiving. I wasn’t screaming anymore, just almost humming as I sucked one cock and milked the other with my ass. I then heard a shrieking voice, “What are you doing? Get off him! Get OFF! STOP THAT!!!!!” It was Richard. Oh damn. I tried to push up off the table, but the guy fucking me held me down, while the guy I was sucking pulled his dick out and walked to my left and behind me. Richard’s voice was more insistent and shrill. “GET OFF! STOP! GET OFF! GET….” James spoke up, “Look, I think it is time for you to leave. Yes, leave, we’re closing see. Private event and all. BOYS!” With that the guy fucking me pulled out fast, made me gasp, and when I turned around I saw Richard, wide-eyed, spit drooling from one side of his mouth, being held by the guy I had been sucking. He looked at me with disgust, hatred, confusion, fear, and no love – no love at all. “You see, we did as you asked, and we stopped, but I don’t think that’s what he wants, is it? What do you think? Shall we ask him?” James said, the disdain for Richards pathetic being dripped in his voice thick and heavy. Richard just shook his head as he looked at me with disgust. I turned around, laid back over the table with my bloody ass facing his way, as James laughed louder and heartier than I had heard him yet. As the boys began to escort Richard to the door, James came up behind me, pulled his dick out and slammed me again. At that angle and already being lubed up, he went balls deep. The last sounds Richard heard as they locked the door behind him was me screaming and begging James to fuck me raw, fuck me harder, and breed me again with his AIDs. That day began my life at Jimmy’s. I didn’t make it back to the ship and have not seen Richard since. I sleep to the rhythm of St. Thomas’ nights and I spend my days helping James out with his businesses, servicing his dick when and how he wants it, and making sure the guys at Jimmy’s always have a good time. Jimmy’s is a bug chaser’s paradise full of horned up men who like it raw, bloody, and AIDs filled, and when they are done with me and the other guys they go home to their happy wives. The warehouse has provided lots of stories and great places to fuck, store rooms, in the trucks, in the garage, and I even won a bet with Jimmy who said I could not get one of his ‘straight’ mechanics to fuck me. I even saw Andre the taxi-bus driver who dropped Richard and I off that first day, who was not surprised to see me there when he stopped a few days later and had to test out my ass for himself. All stories for another time. It has been over a year since I last saw Richard. He has tried calling and emailing James has said, but that was another lifetime ago, a life of being negative and chained – now I am POZ, free, and full of Caribbean AIDs-filled cum.