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Thanks for that discussion. I am a PHD of history. There are clear „signs“: fascism has „camps“ to lock in people. TV/ Newspaper are controlled. The still existing parliament ist just a „show“, The problem is it can happen so fast.

He called me back in. "Good news, you are negative" he said I was relieved and my eyes watered up a bit. "Thank you" I said "You should have about a week left of PEP, correct?" he asked "Yes I think so. I have 6-7 pills left" I said "Okay keep taking it regularly if you want to stay negative. I will give you another packet of 14 pills that way you don't have to go to the pharmacy." he said "I just need to ask you a few more questions since you took the test. Some I have asked in our session but now I have to ask again for a survey." he said      How many partners in the last 2 weeks? Six      Gender of your sexual partners? Men      Did you practice safe sex with all your partners? No      How many did you practice safe sex with? 2 maybe Did you provide the condom or did they? They did Did you knowingly and consensually have non safe sex? Yes What kind of sex did you have (oral, anal, other)? Oral and anal Did you know the HIV status of each partner? I think so. Elaborate? I knew 4 were HIV positive and 2 were not. Do you know if the HIV positive men who you shared bodily fluid with are on any medication? I know one is not and the other 3 I am not sure. Was there an exchange of bodily fluid and if so how? Yes they came in my ass and my mouth Did you take PEP everyday and at the same time? Yes everyday and generally the same time. "Thank you for answering the survey. Oh sorry I forgot a few demographic questions." he said     Do you identify as straight, gay, bi or transgender? I paused and looked down. "Bi I guess" I said "Ok a few more questions" he said     How many female partners have you had sexual relations with in the last 4 weeks? None     How many male partners have you had sexual relations with in the last 4 weeks? Six     Have you masturbated in the past 4 weeks and if so to what gender and type of material (porn, pics etc.)? I paused. Gay porn, and BBRT profiles. He paused and looked at me. "Are you attracted to women" he asked "I don't know" I replied "Do you look at them, check them out, fantasize?" he asked "What do you mean" I replied "Like if you saw a hot female student and she was wearing tight spandex or a short skirt, would you stare before you met Rick" he asked "Yes" I replied "Before you had a gf would you flirt and try and pick them up? You have casual sex with them" he asked "Yes and I was good at it" I said smiling "And now after you have had sex with these 6 male partners, do you look at women the same way?" he asked I paused "No I guess not" I replied " I am sure you have seen women on campus in tight or short outfits. Any flirt with you?" he asked I thought "Yes one of my coworkers she wore tight and short outfits. I could even see her panties and sometime she showed camel toe. She even used her foot to rub my cock" I replied "And how did you react" he asked "I didn't" I said "What do you mean you didn't? Did you get hard, flirt back, hook up, anything? He asked "No I didn't get hard, I got embarrassed and...." I said and paused "And what?" he asked "I tried to hide it cause the Professor was there and I didn't want him to see or ...." I said "You think he would have busted you both?" the nurse asked "Yeah and..." I said "It is okay I just am asking question to help you with your answers" he said "And I think I want to help you be self aware" he said as he put his hand on my knee "And I was worried he would see and I think I was more interested in him not thinking I was liking it cause I wasn't" I replied "So you were more worried about the Professor liking you?" he asked "Yes I guess so" I said "Is that the same Professor you had sex with?" he asked "Yes" I replied "Is he HIV positive?" he asked "Yes he is" I said The nurse looked down at my crotch. My cock was hard. I paused "I think I am exploring sex with men and male intimacy but probably going to stay with it and maybe I should just answer gay instead of bi." I said "What made you change your mind?" he asked "Just talking to you and realizing how far I have come. I want to see where this goes. I can always change and go back to women or both. I think for now I like men" I said "Good for you" he replied. "Back to the issue of PEP and HIV and don't forget other STDs there are many health risks. I see the conflict in you and it is up to you to decide what is best for you. Just make sure to do it with eyes wide open. I like you am a gay man. There are fantasy and feelings and sexual and erotic explorations but, in the end, it is your health and it is real with real life consequences. It isn't a sex novel, it is real and real life. Ok?" he said. I nodded. He gave me the second PEP packet and I left. I felt more comfortable about being me.

Somewhere out on the internet, I'm sure that there are pic and vids of me being used like the cheap faggot cocksucker/cumdump that I am.

Dan is getting all that good advice but we all know there's only one reason he is taking his meds - because his man told him to - and we all know why Rick is telling hm to. It is just a beautiful slow-burn and I'm here for it all the way!

Naked in one of the booths at my local ABS sucking anon cock. Door opens and a dude comes in and reaches down, putting his finger in my hole and lifts me up to fuck me while i’m still working on the guy next door. He fucks me and cums heavily in my ass, then leaves as the guy next door cums in my mouth. Totally anon spit roast! No idea who they were, but i was bery satisfied!

Please note! It's just a fantasy. All figures have reached the minimum age. Please be lenient, as I wrote the story in German and translated it afterwards. And my english is not the best…. Part 1 The eyes of all the girls and boys he crossed paths to hang on Jamal. But that was no wonder, the twenty-year-old Turk offered all sorts of things to look at. His dark hair fell wildly ruffled left and right from his head along the forehead down, on the side to just half over the ears. Some strands of hair hung from the side wavy in the direction of the eyes, as if modeled with wax. His green-blue eyes surrounded by a dark line of eyelashes, as if painted by a thin eyeliner, rounded off his eyes and revealed silent secrets of the Orient. Through both ear lobes he had a metal tunnel piercing with a black inside. Also at the bottom of the mouth he had left and right a piercing ring strapped vertically around the lips, parallel each down the end of the nose wing. Which made his lower lip even more voluminous and looked like the beginning of curved tracks leading into his mouth. His face was of a delicacy and flawlessness like the masterpiece of all boys. But it was nothing special for himself and his family, he just looked like that. He was big, very big. with his height of 1.90 meters and thin but muscular figure he made an impression. He could also be more than satisfied with his genitals of 21x4.5 centimeters. Everyone blamed his appearance for not having a girlfriend yet. He has already rejected many. He's probably waiting for one that's equal to him, they thought. But he knew that something completely different was the reason, because he didn't care, but nothing at all, about the female sex. One evening after he had already fallen asleep in the early afternoon and was bored, he decided to go to the local hammam and let himself be pampered. It was a very modern and yet traditional hammam in various warm gray marble shades. A large dome roof and a heavy door as entrance to the hammam. Away from this was a long tunnel with various open small dome rooms with resting blocks and a crossbar in the cross on one side with a kind of kitchen room and on the other side an oriental carpet room for the consumption of tea and hookah. So he rang the bell at the decorated old wooden door and a short time later two young male eyes peeked out of a recessed peepout door. He was admitted and the old wooden staircase was led up to his personal room. The personal wooden rooms were distributed in a circle over the entrance hall. Everything on this floor was made of old heavy wood and made a powerful impression. In his room he was allowed to take off his street clothes and there was a large, red and white tiled pestemal ready, which he immediately tied around his loins. The Arab-looking young Tellak had casually explained to him on the way from below that he was personally available for him tonight and pointed out to him the possibilities here. Now he studied in his kapause once again the different possibilities written on the wall on parlment and decided on the total offer with shisha, tea and hammam massage as well as all extras. Five minutes later, the Arab picked him up and asked if he had decided. He led him down the stairs to the shower room, which formed the entrance to the wet area, soaped his guest and washed off the sweat and dust of the day with a sponge. Then he led his guest through the long corridor into the steam room Hararet. Here several silver water outlets are bed with hot and cold water and in the middle a large heated fog stone, a Göbek Tas, which serves as a lying surface. He led him to the large stone sink, sat him there and scooped warm water with the ready Tas and poured it over Jamal's young hot body several times. He made him lie down on the fog stone and told him to relax, he would pick him up again. Jamal closed his eyes and his thoughts circled around this Arab Tellak. He looked good, very good. Many traits on the body of the Tellak reminded him of himself. Except that this one built much stronger and had big strong hands. He wondered what he would look like naked. If only I had seen him in white light cotton pants and a thin long shirt. However, the imprint of the Arab's tail through this fabric part did not leave his head. How he would like to touch it, maybe even take it in his mouth once and gently pamper the part. At 50 degrees and 65% humidity, his sweat glands were slowly set in motion. The pores opened and with the sweat slag and toxins penetrated from his body. At the same time, his body was loosened by the heat and the blood penetrated more and more into its best part. Due to the strong relaxation, he was almost in a trance. He didn't even notice how the Tellak came back and gently and slowly brushed his paw over the best part of Jamal. The Tellak again scooped up several ladles of warm water and slowly poured it up along the feet to his body. The boy slowly woke up again and looked shocked with a raised expression in his eyes at the Tellak, who asked him if he could have relaxed a bit. He said yes and hoped that the masseur did not see his extreme erection between his legs. The Tellak asked Jamal to come up slowly with a grin on his face when he had said that and a mischievous look at his room. He took off his pestemal and gave him a new dry one. He turned around to put his legs on his former berth and dry his legs. He didn't see the looks that the Tellak gave his plump hairless ass. When he was dry, he was led through the heavy door on the way back into the long corridor, to the front of the carpet room. Only now did the young Turk realize that in the meantime there was no one left in the whole walls except him and the Tellak. He was placed in a place in front of a shisha where already on a tealight a jug of freshly brewed tea, of which the young Arab gave him some of it in his tea glass in a cheerful and lively way. He got stuck just before him and went through a small stone inlet into a back room. Shortly after, he came forward with fresh glowing coals and set the water whistle in motion. He gave Jamal the mouthpiece in his hand and disappeared again. This caught the first puffs and leaned back relaxing. He had never felt so relaxed as he did right now. His body seemed to have separated from his mind and he was somehow absolutely beside himself. He had once heard that you have a strange feeling when you sweat too much and drink too little. That's why he reached for the tea and tried to empty the whole pot as quickly as possible. Every now and then interrupted by deep puffs of the shisha. At first he had only pulled it slightly, but in the meantime he pulled down the clouds deep, let them down a little and let the big clouds come out of his lungs again. Everything was different here and today than he was used to. The tea tasted woody and the shisha also had its own taste that he had never tasted before. What he didn't know was that it was a tea mixture of Yohimbee wood and G and what he pulled so joyfully into his lungs was not hookah tobacco but a mixture of tobacco and T. At first he briefly panicked when all the muscles all over his body began to tremble, and cold shivers flashed across his body. Just at that moment the Tellak came back, naked from head to toe like him. Both covered only with a cloth. He said it was certainly the deep relaxation. He is now ready for the massage. On the way back to the big Hararet he calmed down and his tail stood up and became rock hard. No matter what he was trying to think about, the erection did not go back. The Arab from whom he had learned in the meantime that this was called Cem, led him into the large dome room and helped him to the middle of the heated navel stone, took off his plague and told him to lie on his back. Jamal, who was still floating on a flying carpet, now knew that he could no longer hide his erection from Cem. He fetched his Kese, the exfoliating glove and began to free his body from pore deposits and skin scales with gentle pressure. Again and again accompanied by warm and from time to time cold water jets. He had to turn around and the same procedure took place in the back. Cem must be an expert he thought he also rubbed intensively on his cock and his scrotum as well as now on his ass gap around. He felt how something was lightly pressed into his anus and something was also injected there. It burned briefly but his anus reacted with great joy to this treatment, no it even spread forward into his cock and through the rest of the body. He had a desire for Cem to play with his anus even more than just the short rubbing. Cem felt his hand over Jamal's back and noticed that he was still not really relaxed. He knew how to change that and Jamal clearly said he had chosen the full program. Again Cem grinned mischievously, no almost even devilishly down and licked his lips. Well, if you say so, he said. Very short time later, he held a glass bong machine in front of Cem and pressed a remote control into his hand. He should press on it and when the glass ball has filled with the relaxing remedy, he should inhale deeply and then let go, keep the smoke a little down and then slowly blow out. The stupid boy didn't ask what kind of cure it would be there. Well, maybe it was also because his brain was already clouded with an acceptable dose of T. Anyway, he does as told and pressed the button of the piece in his hand. He heard and saw how a flame ignited in front and something in the Bong turned to smoke. After taking a deep breath, he briefly felt something go deep into his anus. The naive Turkish boy suspected and did not know that it was a booty bump. After a few more deep moves, Jamal was already really wide. He had to lie on his back again and his expert began to soap him up with the linen bale. He felt how something flowed out of his asshole and he became even more foggy but also much more uninhibited and horny. When his front body was over, he had to turn again. He was so stoned and relaxed that he almost couldn't do it with his own strength, Cem helped him. The stupid boy reached for the remote control button again and Cem shook his head laughing. The 20-year-old did not notice that Cem had been naked for a long time. Cem also soaped him in the back and as he was done he poured him with a few hot water pours to wash off the soap and a cold water pour to stimulate his circulation. The Arab took the bong machine away, the boy had already dropped the operation from his hand some time ago, and broke it back to the place where he had fetched it. Then he dabbed Cem's back with his cloth that was still almost dry on the side, grabbed a bottle of massage oil and began to massage the boy's back. He relaxed more and more, his pupils were already pitch black and huge from the many smoke. After the back and the arms came the legs and when he got there at the top he took care of the boy's ass. He spread his legs, inwardly hoping that the Tellak would also make him sexually happy. He was so horny. That exactly this was the goal of the Arab POZ stallion, since he could not know the horny young Turk, who was about to close the hammam, he could not know. He did not know that everything that had happened to him tonight had no other purpose than to make him unrestrained and willless, he did not know. The gay Tellak was nothing less than the son of the gay hammam owner and not an ordinary employee. He had separated from Cem's mother after he had come out. In his wild bareback games, he got the POZ epidemic. He infected his son during his nocturnal family rape games. Cem has only fucked bare around since then and from time to time there were special POZ parties with all kinds of drugs here in the hammam. That's exactly why everything was there that could offer support. Cem massaged the boy's hole like a world champion. Found that the boy was absolutely clean and flushed. But since he wanted the boy to be really tall, he tells him that the full program also includes the massage from the inside, and he had to be clean. He fetched a large bag of meth splitter solution and let it run into the boy. He let it work in the body of the young Turk for a few minutes. Cem now pushed a plug up Jamal's ass and pulled him up. He led the boy through the room to a rounding of the room where it had a shower head, turned on the water and wrapped his arms around the Turkish upper body. He knew that if the boy was tight now, the mixture in his guts would catapult him into a whole new level after elimination and be nothing compared to what was now. He pressed his now erect 20cm tail against the hole of Jamal. He was happy and thought he would be fucked now and began to relax. Cem quickly withdrew, just in time. Because suddenly a huge wave of chemical ass juice mixture came out of the boy's anus. He pressed and made and Cem knew, when the whole broth was dried up, that the boy was now not only completely clean but high in a different stratosphere. In the meantime, Jamal could not even walk by himself, so Cem had to carry him back to the warm stone. When they arrived, Jamal told his masseur that he urgently needed to be fucked by his horny fat cock, deep in his boy pussy. Jamal had reached his goal. The Arab POZ stallion took his tail in his hand and held it in front of the throat entrance of Jemal. He immediately opened his mouth and began to suck the part. Cem held the head of the loaded boy and pressed his fat part deep into the boy's esophagus and began to run his water that he had accumulated. He squirted the piss broth directly into the boy's stomach. He choed and tried to struggle for air, which he had a hard time. When Cem had pissed off, he withdrew and said this was easier than to get water. Jamal looks at him greedily with tears in his eyes. He again took Jamal's head in his hand and pressed it on his now rock-hard tail in the longing for the boy's ass. When he had fucked something in it, he pulled back and went to the back so as not to waste time and push his swollen masculinity into the boy. He didn't care how much it hurt the Turkish boy and he began to push his uncut cock into his hole. At the same time, he pushed down the boy's back and slammed centimeter by centimeter with ease into his long tail. Jamal groaned and let himself be plowed unrestrained. Cem had reached the places that Jamal loved to get fucked and had never felt it as horny as now. The bolt-stick tail dripped with pre-sap without protection straight deep in the middle of the channel and was soon able to inject his POZ seed. His hip and his balls hit each time with animalistic passion on the body lying under him. Then he heard the grunt of the Arab, who once again pressed deep into him. His cock staggered and throbbed powerfully inside and spit his juice into him in rashing thrusts. Jamal felt six bursts of the juice squirt along his intestinal walls and how his hole simply filled. Cem kept there for a few more seconds and squeezed out the rest of his sperm. Then he began to pull out his fat Dick. The ass milked its last drops from the exploded cock. Cem apologized that he came so fast but he just needed it now because he never jerks off until he comes. He sounded very satisfied with himself. But finally he was only at the beginning of this fuck night with the Turkish guest. He massaged around this plump ass and slowly pressed four fingers into it. His big paws were imposing but he wanted to sink his whole hand in this boy. Slowly he streened the rosette with his fingers. Millimeter by millimeter he came forward. Jamal felt the pain but he was somehow far away, so he didn't cramp and then suddenly with a plop the hand was in it. Slowly, Cem rotated the widest part to make sure that if he had a part of his arm digging in the boy, it would not close again and he would only come out again with the opening of the anus. But the sphincter relaxed and showed no signs of contracting again. Slowly but steadily, Cem pushed his arm into it. He was surprised how full this bitch inside was already after his first shooting of his infecting charge. The digging and feeling of the warm flesh that his hand was around made him horny and his tail grew again. His cock stood up again full and hard when he pulled his hand out of the already well filled ass with cum. He reached forward with his hand full of his juice, which he had previously pressed into this Kimme with his tail and put his juice-smeared fingers in front of Jamal's mouth for his entertainment. Submissively, he sucked first his index finger, then his thumb, then the rest of his hand. His legs were just twitching at the moment. The Turkish handsome was now also aware that his ass would no longer be the same after that night. How far the effects would extend, however, he could not yet guess in the least. The Tellak again put his tail, dripping in threads, in front of the twitching hole. Quickly and vigorously he pressed the part completely down to the balls deep inside. Jamal let out screaming moans and squeezed his fists tightly, while the sperm porridge was opened deep into his guts by the fuck bolt. The balls hit mercilessly like thunders on his ass. His Turkish beating that still stood like a one through the Yohimbeetee and it smelled of sperm and sex all over the large room. With further constant thrusts, the Arab evenly spoiled the young fuck hole that hurt dullly. Slowly but surely demanded a next load of POZ soup to be released in the walking Arab bulls. His constant fucking went into an uncontrolled threshing. The tail poded around, each time he hit in a different place. The Dick tensed and got bigger just before he surrendered. Cem went down with his head and with a kiss he wanted to dampen his cry full of ecstasy but it was too much with the shooting off of his second load he bit the boy with his teeth deep into the boy's flesh. That was also too much for the boy and he cramped up and spermed his own last negative charge between his loins and the warm stone. Then he fainted and Cem also collapsed on him. After several minutes, Jamal came back to himself. The Tellak was still on him and the meanwhile flaccid cock of the Arab stallion was still in the fucked up sperm cave. A few minutes later, Cem struggled up, poured Jamal with several ladles of cold water and carried the boy out into the long corridor to the carpet room. He put him down there and got him a pot of cool tea with G in it and treated himself to a refreshment. Time was already well advanced, outside it was already getting light. His father had to be awake by now, so he could inform him why he didn't come home that night. It wasn't a problem with them or anything, but he still didn't want him to worry. Secretly, he hoped that he might even want to come over to help him make the special guest happy. After ringing three times, it also decreased. Cem told his father that this night, just before they had closed, there was still a boy in front of the door and because he had liked him so much, he decided to let him in and use him for his diabolical game. Since both generations of the family had the same male taste, his father was passionate about the suggestion that he could join the game. The father instructed his son to hold the guest high. He himself wants to call the rest of the guys, who probably also wanted to celebrate today with a party. The boys were the rest of the hammam's employees. Since the whole staff was always horny anyway, a spontaneous POZ party could be convened. Even the two boys who were not gay were usually always there, for them the main thing was that they could shoot their evil seed into some twitching hole. An hour later, the remaining 17 players of this team were also all present. Everyone was enthusiastic and immediately ready to contribute their part to the success of the "Turkish Conversion" campaign. In the meantime, Cem had given his guest a special bong. He was quite loaded and relaxed in front of him, repeatedly broke the crystals with the lighter to develop into smoke and inhaled it deep into his lungs. The father was the first to be there. He was delighted with the appearance of the guest, which - which was to be expected - was entirely to his liking, as well as the condition of this boy. But he wanted to because it became even more loaded and so he prepared a syringe for injection with T in the shisha kitchen. Excited for the second part, or is it a waste of time?

Anyone else into being photographed or videoed while you suck or get fucked and they keep the pics/vids? I have always loved it. Way back before digital cameras I would use a Polaroid instant camera to take pics while I sucked cock. I had probably 150 pics but sadly I accidentally left them behind when I moved from PA. Somebody has those pics 😁 Jump forward to digital cameras and cell phones and I began asking guys all the time if I could snap a few pics while I sucked them. They always said yes. I also always take pics while I suck at the gloryhole. My profile pic is me sucking my cousin's cock. He took the pic. My regular feeder for 9.5 years loved it. He used my phone to take dozens of videos and hundreds of pics while I serviced him. Then one day I was sucking off one of his friends and I glanced over to see him recording me with his phone. Then he asked the guy for his phone and took some pics of me sucking his cock. When I switched to my feeders cock the guy used his phone to take more pics of me. That's when I realized I liked the idea of other guys having pics and video of me sucking cock. One day guy I was sucking off a guy that I regularly serviced and I heard a click and glanced up to see he had a digital 35mm camera. He said "Don't worry. I am not getting your face." and I told him to zoom out so he could. He was surprised and asked if I was sure and I confirmed I was, then spent about 10 minutes posing for pics while sucking his cock and balls. He took pics on several other occasions and even set up a little Handycam once and videoed a full suck session. Anyone else?

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As a person from one of the above mentioned countries I would confirm what you said. Perhaps it’s not the same as it was 100 years ago but there’s a lot of signs. However, the point is perhaps not the label but the things that happen. I have been living for almost 16 years in a country where democracy and rule of law has been building down from step by step. We hardly have free press, right to free assembly is restricted. The government created enemies, among them us, gays. They also tried to destroy the opposition, the civil society. We will have general elections in April but we must worry about not only its fairness. It’s not an isolated phenomena. It’s like a virus: in even more countries the same or similar signs

Okay guys, this might be a bit controversial, but here we go... Let me start by pointing out the obvious difference between theory and practice: homosexual acts have been illegal for centuries but still there was lots of gay sex. The same is true for the age of consent: boys will have sex as soon as they feel they're ready, no matter what is stated in the law. Scientist have found that sexual orientation is determined between the age of six and ten, after that the corresponding brain areas don't change anymore. You can easily find out which of the boys are gay by monitoring their brain activity with EEG while you show them pictures of naked men and women. While half a century ago boys didn't hit puberty before the age of fourteen or fifteen minimum, nowadays they seem to be younger and younger, some having their first ejaculations around the age of ten or eleven. A lot of those boys have sex, most of them ill-prepared, because their parents think their 'lil sunshine' is still way to young for 'the talk'. This can lead to all kinds of repercussions, among which infection with HIV or other STIs. Gilead's Truvada is FDA-approved for HIV PrEP in persons who weigh at least 77 pounds (at least 35 kg), which is the average weight of a ten- or eleven-year-old boy. So here's what I'd do: test all boys at age ten, find out who's gay, put all gay boys on free PrEP, give them gay sex ed telling them all they need to know about basic techniques (kissing, wanking, sucking, fucking, rimming, felching etc.), show them how to clean out their asses and then let them decide for themselves at what age and with whom they want to have sex. If they want to wait till they're adults, then that's fine. But if they don't want to wait, at least they'll make informed decisions, know what they're doing and not run the risk of catching anything... But since I had my own cherry popped at the age of ten, I'm probably not altogether free from bias...

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The living room of the fraternity house looked like every other college weekend at 3 a.m. in 1995—half-emptied beer bottles on the battered coffee table, a cassette boombox humming out Dokken, and the lingering scent of cheap pizza and even cheaper cologne. Most of the party had bled away into the night. The keg had wheezed its last sigh an hour before, and the stragglers wandered off in pairs or stumbling groups. Now the noise of the house settled around the three guys that remained. Tyler perched on the arm of the couch, shoulders tucked in like he was ready to dodge the next joke at his expense. He was wiry and boyish, still with the faint nervous energy of someone who hadn’t quite grown into his sturdy body. Mason and Brent had no such issues. Both were broad-shouldered athletes—wannabe college football bros with backward caps, tank tops, and enough drunken confidence to drown a small town. They sprawled across the floor like they owned the space, which, for the night at least, they did. “Alright, Ty,” Mason said, flicking a bottle cap at him. “Truth or dare?” They had been playing the game for a while as the party died down. Their fellow attendees may have left, but their night owl energy had not. Tyler hesitated, the way he always did, which only made Brent snort. “Dude, don’t think so hard,” Brent said. “It’s truth or dare, not a final exam.” Tyler flushed, swallowing a smile. “Fine. Dare.” Mason grinned like a wolf. “Yes. Finally. A dare.” Brent sat up, eyes lighting with the mischievous cruelty that frat boys mistake for bonding. They whispered between themselves, laughing too loudly—mostly at the idea that Tyler would actually go along with anything they cooked up. They weren’t mean, not really. Just drunk, stupid, twenty-year-old jocks who didn’t understand the power they had over someone gentler. Tyler braced himself. Before Mason could deliver the dare, the boombox suddenly cut to a loud burst of static, as the poorly put-together mixtape wasn’t recorded over properly, loud enough to make the boys jump. Brent slapped the side of it, but the brief noise seemed to ripple out the window it was perched next to. A moment later, there was a knock at the front door. A soft, polite knock—like someone apologizing just for showing up. The three froze. “Who the hell…?” Brent muttered. Mason staggered up and opened the door. Standing on the porch was Walter, their next-door neighbor. He lived in the old duplex beside the frat house, a place far too quiet for the chaos produced every weekend. Walter’s age showed in the deep lines across his gaunt face and the hollow curve of his cheeks. His balding hair was an uneven blend of salt-and-pepper, and his eyes had that tired kindness of someone who’d weathered more than most talked about. He wore a faded cardigan over a threadbare shirt, and he held his hands clasped awkwardly in front of him. “Evenin’, boys,” he said softly. “Sorry to bother you so late. I know weekends get lively, but, uh… the noise carries. I can’t sleep much these days as it is.” There was no accusation in his tone. Just apology—like he was the one disturbing something. Mason looked at Brent. Brent looked at Tyler. Drunk logic kicked in. “Aww, Walter!” Mason said, slinging an arm around the older man far too familiarly. “C’mon in, man. We’re just hanging out.” Walter froze, eyes wide behind his smudged glasses. “Oh—I didn’t mean to intrude. I only wanted to ask—” “Dude, chill,” Brent said, grabbing a fourth beer from the table and pressing it into Walter’s hands. “You can hang. We’re playing truth or dare.” Tyler gave Walter a small, apologetic smile—someone finally matching the older man’s quiet energy. “You don’t have to play,” he said gently. “But you can sit with us if you want.” Walter hesitated… then nodded, humbled, grateful in a way that tightened something in his throat. “That’s very kind of you boys.” He took a seat on the old recliner in the corner, careful with his posture, like he didn’t want to take up space. He sipped his beer slowly, both hands around the bottle, watching the three younger men with a soft, almost wistful expression—as though being included in something rowdy and stupid made him feel young for the first time in years. Tyler sat back down on the couch arm. Mason cracked his knuckles dramatically. “Alright, Ty,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Now where were we?” Brent grinned. “The dare.” Walter watched them—quiet, reserved, a tired smile on his face—happy just to witness their youth from the edges. The game resumed with the loose, chaotic momentum that only the truly drunk could maintain. Empty bottles rolled across the carpet as the three boys pushed each other into louder laughter, wilder dares, and more reckless honesty. Tyler finally completed Mason’s dare—running a victory lap around the living room wearing a random jockstrap over his face someone had left on the floor while finishing off a leftoverbeer that didn’t taste completely like beer. Brent almost fell off the couch laughing, and even Walter chuckled quietly in his corner. The older man blended into the room in an odd way—still reserved, still tucked into the recliner as if it belonged to someone else, but watching with a gentle fondness. Like the chaos reminded him of a different decade. Another round of truth or dare came and went. More dares. More teasing aimed at Tyler that never crossed the line into cruelty, just the kind of dumb pressure young men used instead of affection. At some point—maybe because of the alcohol, maybe because the hour made everything feel strangely intimate—Brent looked over at Walter with a sudden spark. “Hey,” he said, pointing with the neck of his bottle. “Walter should go a round.” Mason’s face lit up. “Dude, yes. Old-school edition.” Tyler blinked. “Are you guys sure? Let him chill.” But Walter held up a hand, smiling faintly. “I don’t mind. I haven’t played a silly game like this in… well, longer than you’ve all been alive.” Brent clapped. “Alright then. Walter, truth or dare?” Walter adjusted his glasses, eyes twinkling with a kind of shy amusement. “I think I’ll take truth. I’m too old for dares.” “Truth works,” Mason said, leaning forward with the eager curiosity of someone who had no filter. There was a beat of silence—long enough for Tyler to feel his stomach tighten. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his friends. It was just… drunk frat boys asking an older neighbor personal questions felt like it could go sideways fast. But Mason surprised him. He asked with no malice. No edge. Just blunt, earnest, twenty-year-old curiosity. “So, uh… Walter? People say you’re gay. Is that actually true?” He shrugged. “Not trying to be weird. Just—truth is truth, right?” Brent nodded. “Yeah, dude, like—no judgment. Just heard stuff.” Tyler gave Walter a reassuring look, worried he’d feel cornered. But Walter didn’t flinch. He answered as casually as if it were a dinner conversation. “Yes,” he said softly. “I am.” The boys didn’t react with shock or discomfort—only interest. Mason nodded like he’d just had a trivia question confirmed. Brent took another drink. Tyler smiled, relieved. “Thanks for being honest, man.” Walter chuckled. “Well… you did ask.” The room settled—not tense, not awkward, but strangely warm. The kind of acceptance that came effortlessly to kids who weren’t as jaded by the world as they thought they were. Mason slapped his knee. “Hell yeah. Alright. Walter’s in the game now.” The game rolled on. By now, the three boys were completely at ease with Walter, occasionally shouting encouragement or teasing him gently as he nursed his beer. The music had drifted to some mellow rock that didn’t spark much interest, and the air smelled faintly of booze and leftover pizza. Eventually the round circled back to Walter. “Alright, Walter,” Mason said, grinning like he’d just hit a jackpot. “Truth or dare?” “Truth, please,” Walter said with a small smile. He had settled into this late-night chaos more than anyone could have expected—quietly enjoying the strange rowdiness. Mason leaned forward, mischievous but harmless, and asked, “Okay… serious question. Gays hook up all the time, right? When was the last time you… you know… got laid?” Walter tilted his head slightly, as if measuring how much to reveal, then gave a faint shrug. “It’s been… a long while. I haven’t been physical with another man in several years,” he said quietly. “AIDS has… made things difficult for me.” For a brief moment, the air in the room grew awkward. Tyler’s hand paused mid-reach for a beer, and even Brent’s laughter caught in his throat. Mason’s grin faltered a bit at the unexpected candidness, but he gave a nod of understanding. “Ah… gotcha,” Mason said, giving a small shrug and leaning back. “Yeah… I can see that.” Walter sipped his beer, looking down at the bottle for a second before meeting their eyes again. “But it’s okay,” he added, his tone casual. “Life goes on.” Tyler smiled, a little warm relief in his chest. “Yeah… life goes on,” he echoed. And then, to break the melancholy mood wafting around, Mason shook his head and laughed. “Alright, enough serious stuff! Let’s get back to the game.” The rounds went on. The dares getting more lewd, and the truths revealing vulgar secrets. It got revealed that Mason got blown by his cousin once, Brent has a kink for pregnant women, Walter can cum from having his toes licked, and Tyler used to have a crush on his high school math teacher, who was seen as a mean cat lady. The guys had a big laugh at that. The dares made the guys either grope each other, eat something gross lying around the house floor left over by the partygoers, or prank call a sex hotline. Then it was Mason's turn again. “Tyler, truth or dare?” “Dare, I guess,” Tyler said, becoming more bold as the night went on. He was getting accustomed to being frequently targeted by his friends. “Strip and play the rest of the game naked!” Mason grinned, barely containing his laughter. Tyler rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. He knew one of them would do something like this to embarrass him, especially with Walter in the room, someone he wasn’t too familiar with. But it was admittedly better than backwash beer. “Dammit, Mason…” Tyler conceded and reluctantly began to strip off his clothes, revealing a swimmer’s build of smooth creamy skin. His flaccid dick dangling back and forth as his briefs came off. Mason and Brent laughed now that Tyler was exposed and blushing. “Damn, Ty, didn’t know you had such a juicy ass.” Brent teased. Walter tried not to stare. He thought the young man had a gorgeous body and hadn’t expected to be getting a skin show under the circumstances. He was starting to feel a little self-conscious with the stark contrast of his own beaten-down physique. “Uncut and average size. Just like I thought. Nothing to write home about.” Mason commented as if feeling confident with himself. Tyler sat back down naked and indignant. But his turn came around again, and he shot at Mason. He picked dare, wondering how Tyler was going to get back at him. “I dare you to strip naked for the rest of the game.” Tyler challenged, but his comeback was quickly shot down. “EEERR!” Mason made a mock buzzer sound. “Can’t throw someone else’s dare back at them! That’s a penalty!” He chuckled. “What’s the penalty?” Tyler didn’t recall any specific rules; it seemed as if they were just going with the flow until now. “Uh…” Mason, in his drunken stupor, tried to think of something funny and harsh for a penalty. “I don’t fuckn know… give Walter a lap dance or whatever.” Walter’s eyes widened as the other boys looked between Tyler and him. Brent held back laughter as he encouraged them. “Go on, Ty, I’m sure old Walter here won’t mind.” Brent mumbled, holding back laughter, and gestured for him to get on with it. “Fine, real quick.” Tyler stumbled over to Walter and was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “Are you cool with this? They can be dicks sometimes.” Tyler whispered almost apologetically. “I’m fine with it. I haven’t had a lap dance before.” Walter agreed, trying to keep himself composed in front of the beautiful naked boy getting close to him. Tyler had a disapproving expression as he clumsily shook his hips in front of Walter. He was no professional at all, and he came off as ridiculous rather than graceful. Mason and Brent cheered at the display, reveling in the scene. Walter, on the other hand, was starting to get heated. Despite Tyler’s half-assed attempt at a lap dance. The sight of him in the buff and inches away was more than enough to awaken his manhood. His pants started straining against his groaning boner. “My…” Walter stammered a bit. “You boys are a wild bunch.” When Tyler concluded his amateur dance, he stumbled on the ground next to Walter. Mason and Brent clapped to congratulate his follow-through. But the tent in Walter’s pants didn’t go unnoticed. “Looks like you enjoyed yourself there, Walter.” Brent pointed at the tent in his pants. Walter blushed and tried to readjust it but it only became more noticeable. “Well, can you blame me? I haven’t had excitement like this in years.” “Well, it looks like you have something else stuffed in there. That can’t all be just your dick.” Brent skeptically accused. “No… It’s all natural. It’s more length than girth anyway.” Walter tried being modest, but he could easily hide the evidence. “Well, it’s my turn, and Walter, truth or dare?” Brent responded. Walter suspected Brent might ask more personal questions, so he picked “Dare…” to hopefully do something funny and take his mind off his erection. “I dare you to whip out your dick and show Tyler how effective his booty shaking was.” Brent challenged. Walter was hesitant at first, but the alcohol gave him the courage to proceed with the dare. He leaned back and undid his belt. The three boys were staring out of morbid curiosity more than anything. Then with a smooth slide, his pants, underwear, and socks came off and were flung to the side. Leaving him naked from the waist down. There he held up his tall rod of meat. It was at least 8 inches at this point, and it wasn’t even fully erect. Walter grimaced as he presented something he was sure a group of straight boys wouldn’t be interested in. Some gasps were heard as the mature dick was put on display. “Damn, Walter! You’re packing!” Mason exclaimed, impressed. “It’s probably better you’re gay; you’d ruin any chick’s pussy with that, ha ha. Thanks for making me feel inadequate.” Brent laughed and took another swig of beer. Tyler didn’t comment. He was sure he was going to get a barrage of heat from the guys for getting an old gay guy that hard. “Your turn, Fabio.” Brent, with a newfound respect, passed the torch to Walter. “Uh, I can’t think of anything at the moment… pass.” Walter being too flustered to come up with anything while his hard-on was at full display.” “Okay then…” Tyler tried to take his turn, but Mason cut him off. “Nope, you skip a turn; you still have a penalty. My turn.” Mason thought for a moment, then a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Tyler, I dare you to sit on Walter’s lap.” “Oooh wack!” Brent laughed. “Come on guys really?” Tyler tried protesting, but they weren’t letting up. “Do it, pussy!” They both chimed, not sure if he would. “Walter, you don’t mind, right? You cool with Tyler using your lap for a seat?” Mason raised his eyebrows with a cheeky grin, his question clearly rhetorical. “If that’s the dare, then I guess that’s fine with me.” Walter said. Trying to hide his mixture of apprehension and excitement. He was surprised to see how brazen Brent and Mason were. But he figured the booze was causing them to act stupid. Tyler moved over to Walter with a look of embarrassment; he was getting a little annoyed with his friends singling him out. He hovered his bare ass over the older man’s lap with the increasing wood, then lowered. He nestled down, and Walter’s cock positioned under his ass poked out from between his legs. “Damn, look, the old man is definitely full mast now. Look how much there is peeking past Tyler’s nuts.” Brent amused. Both Brent and Mason scooted closer to get a better look at their friend sitting on an older gay man’s lap. “How you doing, Walt? You good?” Mason asked. “Yeah, I have no complaints.” Walter barely could contain his arousal. The game was escalating, and he had no idea what the boys would do next. “Okay I did it dude. Am I done?” Tyler asked as his face went red. He thought he looked ridiculous at that moment. “Just a moment, Ty. Raise your ass up. Looks like you’re crushing his dick. Let’s see what it looks like at full mast.” Brent was lifting Tyler’s shoulder. Tyler raised up a bit, and Walter’s cock sprung up; it looked to be about 10 inches at this point. A long, veiny cock accompanied by two large balls with grey pubes. The head of his dick stopped at Tyler’s butt crack. “Ah look, the big fella found a home it wants to step into.” Brent mocked. “Shut up. That’s not funny.” Tyler felt his legs cramp a bit. “Well, I have my turn, and then your penalty is up. During the game, I dare you to sit on it.” Brent challenged. Immediately everyone had different reactions. Tyler was befuddled, Mason burst out laughing, and Walter’s eyes were wide with concern. “Go on, get it in,” Brent ordered. “I’m not doing that, man. That’s fucked up.” Tyler cringed. “Alright, if you want to pussy out…” “I’m not a pussy. It’s just, it’s a dick, dude.” Tyler complained in defiance. “Yup, you’re the first to pussy out. We’ll all know it from now on.” Brent antagonized. Tyler got pissed. A mixture of dumb pride and intoxication lead him to override any sense. “Fine, I’ll sit on the dick! But after this I’m getting you back.” Tyler positioned his ass and grabbed Walter’s cock, aiming it at his hole. The tip felt hot as it was already leaking. “Wait, not that I wouldn’t like it. But I do have AIDS, remember?” Walter interjected. The three guys winced a little and for a moment stalled. But that moment faded as their jock party energy made them persist with the stupid stunt. “Ah, it’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s gonna bounce on it.” Mason dismissed. “Yeah, you guys ain’t gonna be fuckn, so just don’t cum. I think it’ll be all good then.” Brent rationalized. “Uh… fuck it, just for a little. In and out. Then no more of this dumb shit.” Tyler tried to strengthen his resolve out of foolishness rather than bravery. He worked his ass down and tried to get the tip in. It wasn’t working well. The pre-cum smeared a bit, but it wasn’t enough. Walter spat in his hand and slicked Tyler’s hole and his cock. It started to give, and Tyler felt his ass open up. The tip was the hardest part. His sphincter stretched, and with time and persistence, he eventually made it penetrate past his ring. It hurt like hell, but after some more spit from Walter, his ass started to ease up. Mason and Brent watched in horror as their friend took an older guy's monster cock in him slowly. But it was taking too long. Brent was getting impatient, his party energy wanting to keep the momentum up. “Come on, get on with it!” And Brent shoved Tyler’s leg, causing him to slip. Tyler ended up lowering himself down on Walter’s cock fast, and several inches disappeared inside him. He felt it bottom out, and his body nearly went into shock. It was so much so fast that he could barely move. “Oh fuck!” He yelled as he tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Walter let out a moan as the young jock engulfed his cock. A feeling he hadn’t known in a long time, and especially not with someone as beautiful as Tyler. The warmth and tightness of his virgin ass kept him hard and throbbing. He could feel the end of Tyler’s rectum pressing against his head. They sat there for a moment, and eventually Tyler could catch his breath and calm down. Mason and Brent looked equal parts impressed and disgusted. “Far out, Ty. Taking it like a champ. Does this make you gay now?” Mason laughed. “Oh, fuck off, dude. You dared me, and I did it. Now I just need to slowly…” “Nope. You can’t get off!” Brent interrupted. “The dare was during the game. So for the rest of the game you have to play sitting on that.” “What?! You can’t expect me to…” “That is what he said. And rules are rules. Just sit and endure it. I’m sure we’re not gonna make you do anything too bad at this point. Like, I don’t think I can come up with much worse.” Mason assured him. “How are you doing there, Walt? You okay with college boy ass on your dick for a while?” “He can take his time with it. I’m fine like this.” Walter’s voice was wavering, but he tried to keep up a casual attitude even though his groin was in heaven at the moment. “Fuck, okay, fine, now it’s my turn!” Tyler asserted while gritting his teeth. He tried to focus past his drunken state and the large piece of meat rearranging his guts. “Brent, truth or dare?” Tyler finally asked. “Truth.” Brent chose with confidence. “Tell Mason what really happened to his car last summer.” Tyler smugly ordered. “What the hell is he talking about?” Mason asked, now getting serious. Brent and Mason started getting into a semi-heated conversation about past events involving his car. The two of them got into it while Tyler felt a little bit of just desserts. As they argued, the cock up Tyler's ass wasn’t showing any signs of softening. “How do gay guys do this?” Tyler muttered to Walter. “Well, they usually practice with something smaller, and it’s better if it’s actually thrusting. But that wouldn’t be wise.” Walter explained. “No, definitely no thrusting. I don’t want this to officially be fucking. I couldn’t live that down. And it feels like my guts are gunna pop.” Just then Tyler felt something inside him give. Like a part of his insides opened up, and Walter’s cock slid in a few more inches. Tyler’s ass met Walter’s balls. “Fuck, what was that?” Tyler grunted. “Oh… Don’t worry, that’s just my cock… penetrating your inner ring. I’m in your colon now.” Walter had a shakiness to his voice as if concerned or excited. Mason and Brent’s argument led them to yell at each other, and they ended up going in the next room. Tyler and Walter were left alone. “Fuck, while they’re arguing it out, I’m left sitting here. Sorry about all this, Walter; I guess this isn’t what you expected tonight.” Tyler attempted to be casual while enduring the penetration. “It’s definitely not the worst night I’ve had… Ugh… you know you don’t have to keep sitting on my cock… Ugh… you can get off if you want.” Walter’s voice was straining. Tyler’s ass felt too good even if he wasn’t moving around. “I want to get off. It still hurts, but I can’t, or else they’ll never stop ragging on me.” Tyler sounded a little pitiful. “Tell yah what. Let’s change positions so it hurts less, and…oh…I can regain composure.” Walter helped Tyler up without dislodging. It took some time and clumsy effort, but they managed to reposition so Tyler was now on his knees and the two were positioned doggy style. The new position did give some relief, and during the struggle to move around, Walter’s cock did soften a bit. But not by much. It was still deep in there. “God, this is embarrassing.” Tyler moaned. “How long do you think they’ll be arguing for?” Walter asked while admiring the sight of Tyler’s ass and toned back. “It’s a long story with the car. And they can be dramatic, so it might be a while.” “How are you feeling, young man? Does it still hurt?” “Yeah, it does. But I guess it’s more my pride at this point than anything. It actually feels weird. Kinda hard to describe.” “Usually men in my circles think it feels good.” “I don’t see how they can.” “Well, it’s only in you at the moment. It’s not stimulating your prostate.” “My what?” “Like this.” Walter pulled out slightly and thrust forward once in an angled motion. Tyler then felt an electric sensation in his ass that was very noticeable through the discomfort. “Wow, what was that?” “That’s what makes bottom sex feel good.” “But it was just one little jolt…” “Do you want me to thrust more?” “No. No, thank you. I don’t want to be fucked.” “How about this? I won’t move, but you can move your hips around if you want.” “Um…” Tyler thought for a moment. He didn’t want his friends to come back and find him wiggling his ass on Walter’s cock, but he was curious to feel that sensation again. So he thought just a few bounces would be alright. “Okay…” Tyler started to move his hips back against Walter. “Yeah, just go at your own pace, young man. Ahhh…” Walter let out a sigh as he tilted his head back and appreciated Tyler’s amateur efforts. Tyler starts feeling a strange but good sensation stimulating his insides. He bounced his ass on Walter’s large cock for about a minute or two. The anal play felt better than he thought it would. Despite it being an old guy's dick, Tyler was enjoying the feeling. Biology would trump preference, as his smooth, tight hole slicked up and down the rugged shaft. Then he stopped moving and let his head drop to the ground, catching his breath. Just that short amount of time was making him dizzy. “See? That wasn’t so bad. Y-your ass…did fine…” Walter’s words were trembling. “Sure… I guess, just don’t tell the others.” “My lips are sealed… Say, how about I take my turn?” “What?” “Truth or dare, Tyler?” “Oh! Good, dare; you can dare me to get off your cock.” “Actually…” Walter lifts up his right leg and brings his foot next to Tyler’s face. “… I dare you to lick my foot.” “What? Why?” “I thought it would be funny? Only for a little while.” “Um okay, kinda gross, but I guess that’s easy enough.” Tyler moved his face towards Walter’s foot, and Walter met him halfway. It smelled a little, but Tyler has done worse tonight, so he opened his mouth and began licking the sole and up to the toe gap. It had a salty, sweaty, almost cheesy taste. It wasn’t something he liked, but it was bearable. This was supposed to be for a laugh, but Walter wasn’t laughing. “Oooh…that’s it, keep going…” Walter moaned while supporting himself by holding onto Tyler's ass. As Tyler licked the old man’s dirty foot, he felt a swelling in his ass. Walter’s cock was getting harder. It quickly grew to the point it was pressing against his inner ring again. Walter felt it too, and almost on reflex, Walter jabbed forward and penetrated into Tyler’s colon again. “Ouch, what the—” Tyler’s minor pain cry was cut off by Walter sticking his toes in his mouth. “Just…suck my toes for a bit. Real quick.” As Tyler wrapped his lips around the toes, Walter felt the hot, wet moisture of the young man’s mouth. Walter’s body was starting to tremble. Didn’t he recall something about Walter’s feet in an earlier part of the game? Walter motioned his foot in Tyler’s mouth to signal him to start sucking, and as soon as Tyler started to suck, Walter started to grunt. “Oh, oh fuck!” Walter exclaimed as he started to give short, sharp thrusts, leaning his body forward. That’s right. Tyler remembered Walter cums from having his toes sucked. Wait, Walter had AIDS! “Ah!…AAH!” Tyler felt the pulsing as Walter’s cock shot spurt after spurt of poz cum deep into his intestines. He kept cuming while having his toes shoved his the boys mouth. His eyes wide as he realized what this dirty old man was injecting into his guts. Walter’s pent-up orgasm eventually subsided. He pulled his foot away and sighed in relief. “Ahhhh…. That was good….” “Dude, what the hell was that?” Tyler trembled, having difficulty processing just how dire his situation was. But before he could get any answers, there was a sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Brent and Mason were on their way back. Walter grabbed Tyler around his torso and pulled him up as he sat back down. They hastily resumed their previous position with Tyler’s ass slamming down on Walter’s cock. A jolt of pain shot through Tyler’s body as the position change made the cock thrust sharply inside him. There was a new warm pressure inside him. Walter’s orgasm ended up depositing a lot, to the point Tyler could feel it slosh inside. “We’ll talk about that later.” Mason grumbled. The two of them came back in the room after a heated argument that cooled down, cool enough for them to put their frustrations aside and rejoin their friend. Both their moods were brought down a bit, and their taste for crazy shenanigans soured. “So, uh, we’re gonna call it a night. You can stop that now, Ty. Sorry for making you do that…” Brent apologized. He and Mason were being civil but not looking directly at each other. Tyler didn’t want to get off. Well, he did, but he was worried that if he did, then the sheer quantity of semen discharged inside him would spill out in front of his friends. He would never live down that embarrassment or the implication of what that meant. He had to think of an excuse. “Uh, y-yeah, I will, but my legs are hella cramping; I gotta wait a minute before getting up. You guys can go on without me. I’ll be alright.” Tyler’s words stammered slightly. The bloated sensation inside him caused by the older man he was on top of was ever visceral. Brent and Mason would normally ask more questions, but they were just too annoyed with each other to care at the moment as they made their way to the door. “Alright man, later.” Brent dismissed with a clear exhaustion before leaving. “Nice chillin with you, Walt, I guess.” Mason added halfheartedly, and he was gone too. Tyler and Walter were alone again. This time for good. He wanted off of Walter. He wanted his dick out of him. But attempting to stand up caused his legs to cramp up for real. His ass only raised an inch before he came back down, and the soreness of his guts was really apparent. “Wow there, young man, just relax.” Walter held onto Tyler’s hips. “Don’t get up so fast; you’ll hurt yourself.” “Walter, I need to get off, but my ass and legs are killing me.” Walter grabbed Tyler’s shoulders and slowly helped him move. “Let’s get you on your back. You need to get off your feet.” Walter reassured. “Ouch, fuck, your dick still hurts when I move.” Tyler grunted during the attempt. “Then let’s not pull out yet.” Walter proceeded to slowly turn Tyler around on his lap and guide him down on the floor. The older man lifted the boy's legs and placed them over his shoulder and gently massaged his calves. “There we go. Once your ass stops hurting, I can take it out.” Walter said while rubbing the smooth white legs on his shoulders. “It would be easier if your dick wasn’t so hard…” Tyler whined. “Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I’m still more virile than I thought. And you are really tight, like a vise grip. Do your friends usually make you do things like this?” “Not like… this… But they can take their pranks too far sometimes. Shit, this hurts.” “You just need to relax. It will stop hurting, and I can pull out if you relax. Your whole body has been tense.” “Kinda hard to do that at the moment.” Walter thought for a moment. His eyes wandered to Tyler’s feet resting on either side of his head, and then he had an idea. “I know how to help you relax.” Walter grabbed a smooth, soft foot and started licking it. “Woah, dude, what are you doing?” Tyler protested. The wet sensation on his soles felt strange yet warm. “Don't worry, usually when I do this to men, they really like it, or at least it relaxes them.” Walter continued to lick Tyler's feet. “Uh…okay.” Tyler was skeptical, but he was willing to try anything to ease up his body so this ordeal can be done with. As the rough older man ran his tongue up and down Tyler’s feet, the warm wet sensation was completely new and foreign to him. It has a tingling sensation, not quite like a tickle, but it was sending light signals up his legs and to his dick. It strangely started to feel good. “Wow, Walter, that’s some strange technique.” “Mmm, you taste wonderful.” Walter moaned. “I guess that’s a good thing?” “It is.” Walter continued the foot service. After a moment Tyler was starting to enjoy the treatment; he could even feel his body relaxing. The cock inside him, while still lengthy and hard, wasn’t hurting as much. “Hey Walter, I think that did the trick. Maybe you should pull out?” “Wait, can I have just a moment longer? Just a minute?” Walter started to suck on Tyler’s toes, his moaning getting louder. “I…” Tyler wanted to refuse, but the sensation of the mouth on his toes was causing his dick to twitch. He was getting hard. As Walter indulged, his dick started to twitch inside him. It was growing with that same familiar hardness as before. He knew what was about to happen and tried to speak up, but Walter’s mouth work was mesmerizing. “Walter, your dick…” Walter let out a grunt as he sucked on Tyler’s toes. His hips jabbed forward a few times as his cock spasmed again and shot another load inside. “Oh fuck!” Tyler moaned as he felt the cock deposit another load of tainted seed. Walter let go of Tyler’s feet and let out a satisfied sigh. His dick finally began to soften up, and he slowly pulled out. Tyler’s hole had a small gape to it, but nothing spilled out. Walter seemed satisfied, but there was a bit of remorse for nutting in the boy twice. He got up and sat on the couch right above Tyler, who was still lying down in disbelief. He looked down at the boy’s hard-on and realized he hadn’t gotten off yet. Without a word he raised a foot and placed it on Tyler’s shaft, rubbing it up and down. “Walter, what are you doin?” Tyler looked on in awe. Walter didn’t respond; he just continued his footwork on Tyler’s dick. Tyler would normally move away, but his pent-up energy and the skillful strokes from Walter froze him in place. He had never received a foot job before, nor did he ever consider experimenting with this fetish, but now he was receiving one from this middle-aged guy, and his dick was responding with enthusiasm. “Oh god…” Tyler moaned as he was mesmerized by Walter’s foot on his cock that was now oozing pre. Walter raised his other foot and was now gripping Tyler’s cock between both soles, stroking him up and down. Tyler’s orgasm was building, and his hips were meeting Walter’s movement. like a wave washing over him Tyler’s orgasm shot out furiously. The cum gushing between Walter’s toes. Tyler gasped and was trying to catch his breath. He couldn’t believe that he came because of some old guy’s feet. He was a mix of emotions. He was trembling a little but mostly tried his best not to think about the foot job or the hazard of what was left behind inside his body. The two of them slowly got dressed in awkward silence. Walter put on his socks and shoes without cleaning his feet. Tyler walked him out. Before departing, Walter turned. “Hey, how about you and I get together soon? There’s an AIDS support group I’m with. Well, not exactly an official support group, but a group of old queens that like to get together. It’s an older group, but I’m sure they’d love to see a number like you.” Walter offered while patting him on the shoulder. “I don’t think that’s really my thing.” Tyler tried his best to be polite, his tone meek and dismissive. “Well, I could come by again and check up on you.” “No! No, I’ll come to your group. Just, I don’t need this getting around.” Tyler pleaded. “Great. I’ll write down the details of when the next meeting is. It’s at the old hospice facility across town. There are a few in our group that have gone downhill, so we like to cheer them up. I’m sure they’ll get a hoot out of hearing exactly what made you cum. Well then, I guess I’ll see you around.” Tyler stood in the doorway as Walter returned home. After all the booze, it was hard to believe that the events of the night actually transpired. The only evidence that it actually happened was the lingering soreness between his ass cheeks and the gurgling sounds of his intestines absorbing the harmful sludge left over by a very lucky old man.

It often takes someone else's questions and/or observations for us to realize the obvious, and this is what Dan experienced in this chapter. Many of us identify has bi (if only briefly) as we process our thoughts and desires during our coming out. I know I did it, and like Dan, I quickly realized that women were not the focus of my sexual fantasies/attractions, and men were. The closing remark from the nurse is a reminder to Dan (and the rest of us)--HIV and other STIs have real life consequences that stay with us after our sex experience(s) with other partners. This is one or the final "barrier" for Dan to overcome before surrendering to his poz fantasies/attractions to toxic men and opting not to continue taking PEP. A personal observation: Having an online presence opens oneself to trolling myself included. I don't really understand this behavior because I have no desire to live rent free in someone's head, but apparently, I do. (Thanks for adding the ⬇️to my comments.)

Literally left my job in the middle of my shift at like 10pm last night because one of my favorite BBC Bulls wanted some ass, got to his apartment and he answered the door naked so I sucked him off in the doorway, then we fucked all over his place all night, he dumped 6 loads in my ass and 3 down my throat.

I walked up to the counter of my local gay sauna nervously with my head down. I had walked past a few times before plucking up the courage to go in. Being such a nerd I didn’t get as much as the twinks at uni so thought it would be worth giving a go. I had watched a lot of porn including bb and needed to explore. The man at the counter said, “come on lets see your ID”. I showed him and he said “21, you’ll be popular, it’s half price for under 25s. Want some poppers too?” I nodded. He said “want a tour?”. He showed me the locker rooms, the showers, the sling room and at the end of the long corridor of cabins he said “this is the dark room – no lights in there”. I asked “do people in there use condoms?”. He replied “they are in tubs all around with sachets of lube – some guys use em, some guys don’t, do what you and your partners feel is best”. I went and had a shower and started to walk down the corridor with the cabins seeing who was inside. I saw a beefy bear doing the same further back along the corridor. I got to the end grabbed some lube and condoms and kept going into the dark. I sniffed some poppers and lubed my hole up. It felt so dirty and no-one was likely to come in. A minute or two in an empty darkroom never hurt anyone. I sniffed again as I heard footsteps and without thinking suddenly felt myself snogging and running my hands over a beefy hairy man. I started to hungrily suck his cock and he started moaning. At one point to steady myself I put a hand on the floor only to find it on top of a used condom – I’d found the place I belong. The bear pulled me up and we snogged again for a minute or two. Then he ordered me to sniff counting down from 10. He told me to kneel on the bench so he could ride my hole. The bear started to slide his cock against my hole and I moaned in pleasure. I reached back and felt raw dick against my hole. “What are you today? Are you the dirty little twink who would rides a strangers dick raw get flooded with cum or the clever student who stops for a condom?” I moaned “breed my twinkhole”. He pushed his cock fully into my hole and I groaned with pleasure. “Thank you for breeding me raw sir”. He spanked my ass and started to increase the pace. He growled “you’re a nasty little slut, you don’t care about names or status, you just need raw cock – what do you need?”. I shouted “RAW COCK SIR! YOUR RAW COCK! INFECT MY HOLE WITH YOUR CUM”. That pushed by daddy over the edge and he growled then yelled “infecting you now bugboi!” and shot rope after rope of cum growling and panting. He pushed his still hard cock in and out until he started to go soft and then slapped me on the ass and said “enjoy them poz swimmers in your ass. You’ll be back” and slapped my ass and walked off.

Again, Masterful writing @mancoco... and I think we have all experienced the last comment after talking with close friends 'I felt more comfortable about being me.'... in my case only a year or so ago... and I sooo wish I had met a Rick type figure when I was back at uni to help me understand me :)

Dan has emerged from the page with all of the care and emotion that has hooked us all. You have us rooting for him as he meets his struggles, maybe not head on, but how each of us do ourselves. His journey thus far is amazing and we look forward to the next turns and triumphs he faces. Thanks man!

Enjoy it is my only advice. Being a sub is more of a headspace than a physical thing. You've got to enjoy it and want it because your sole purpose is to be used when you're a sub. The pleasure comes from the service. My first time giving myself over to a Dom still lives rent free in my mind decades later. There was no going back after that.

I always swallow piss and cum, it's all natural and best tasting it from the tap. And also the piss is nice and warm the perfect temperature to swallow.

Been chatting with a sexy 9"uc 27yo top by my work, but the timing had never worked out. Was off last Friday and our schedules finally lined up. He had an hour before leaving for a party. I went to his, put on my pup hood, and climbed onto his bed to present my ass. He was sweet and gentle while being dominant and powerful, taking control in a way that clicked with me. After slowly pressing in, loosening me up (it was thick, too), flipping me around, he blew his load as deep in me as possible while pounding my second hole. He had to split, but slid back in my loaded, wrecked ass as we got dressed and said farewell. Horny texts over the next few days reinforced the chemistry. He wanted me again as his pup pussy boy. Hot. I'm a switch (historically top and Dom more myself) and rarely find Doms that appeal to me, so this was fantastic. Early the next week he invites me over late at night after his friends leave. I come over again in the same fashion, this time expecting to stay the night, so I have more of a complete sexy athletic/gym pup outfit and a few toys. He jumps right into Dom mode. Inspecting and instructing me around, feeding me poppers and pounding out my hole for over an hour, putting two loads in me. At his request, I retrieve a gapekeeper 65 plug from my bag. He orders me to present my ass and he pushes in the lubed plug with minimal resistance. Time for bed and aftercare cuddles out of pup mode. In the morning, we both wake with the sun around the same time. He starts actively spooning me again and playing with the plug, which had been in me for over 6 hours. I grab my hood from the bedside and slide it on. This earns a "good boy" and he starts pulling out the plug. I pause him. Quick trot to the bathroom to remove it and check myself, cummy but pristine, before returning my warm, wet ass to bed. He immediately digs in with his fingers, feeling his now loose handiwork. Without much ceremony, he puts the poppers under my nose as he lubes his cock with my ass juices. I take and release a big hit as he firmly enters me. A slow beat while he bottoms out as I whimper beneath him. Once he has me where he wants me, the pounding began, smashing my sloppy cunt without mercy. I was in heaven. Completely cunted cum pup pussy boy. He blasts a third load in me as we both collapse, trying to catch our breaths. It's time for both of us to go, so we dress. His loads safely in my guts, we walk to get coffee before starting our days. By that night he was already hungry texting, so more to cum, for sure!

So yesterday I go to my local rest stop looking to suck some cock. This particular bathroom has three stalls beside about 7 urinals. I usually set up in the handicap stall and try to cruise the guys who cum in by watching for signs and signals they are there to play. On this day, someone cums in before I even get sat down and goes to one of the urinals. I look under the partition and get a look at his shoes. Boots in this case. I sit down and position my feet so it's obvious I'm not using the toilet for it's traditional purpose in case he looks too. I think he left because he opens the exit door, but someone cums in immediately after and goes in the adjacent stall. Same boots! I see the telltale shadows of him jerking, and he moves his boot over and taps. I get on my knees and ask if he wants some head. He motions for my cock and I slip it under the partition. He jerks me for a minute then someone else cums in. Long story short, they are two co-drivers and they are looking for a faggot. One cums to my door and asked if I wanted to join them in their truck. This is something I've had on my bucket list for a long time as I'd only sucked guys inside the bathroom. So, of course, I say yes. I wasn't prepped to get fucked, so after confirming they were okay with blowjobs only, we beat it out to the truck. Once inside, they make me get naked and climb onto their sleeper and one immediately puts his thick, uncut cock into my mouth and starts fucking my throat while playing with my asshole. The other guy seems to be waiting his turn when he tells me that I'm the perfect type for his friend. He then gets on the bed on his back and tells me to suck him now. I should mention these are both Hispanic men (with dark cocks 😍) and one of them doesn't speak English. I suck him for a couple minutes, and then he indicates I should get on the bed on my hands and knees. His friend immediately lubes my hole and his cock. I guess I should have known they wouldn't take no for an answer once they had me in their territory. I beg him to go slow and be gentle with my tight hole. He complies, but I'm so ready, it doesn't take long before he's balls deep. So he's fucking me pretty hard at this point while I'm sucking the other's cock and I'm LOVING it. I tell the one who speaks English to let his friend know it's okay for him to breed me and that, in fact, I'm begging for it. He tells me his friend is going to breed my cunt, and that he is going to breed my throat. I moan my approval and settle into a rhythm as they continue to use my holes. After about 5 minutes of this bliss, the fellow in my cunt begins to moan as he fills my fuckhole with his seed. This turns on the one I'm sucking, and he follows suit and erupts inside my mouth, filling it with his thick, hot CUM! No one seems to be in a hurry, so I just remain in that position for probably 30 or 45 seconds. A cock in my ass and one in my mouth. I nurse on his cock and savor the taste of his cum, enjoying the sensation of my cunt being full of dark meat. At this point, he told me it was time to get dressed and get the fuck out of their truck. He said they come through every couple weeks, so I save their profile on Grindr hoping I can be ready for their next visit. Maybe they'll both breed me next time!

Favorite cocksucking memory? I'm such a hypersexual sex addict there too many to choose just one. 1) Sucking off >25 guys in Rawhide 2) the tiny dick that came (all over me) like a lawn sprinkler 3) the multiple occasions when I sucked that 10 1/2" fat dick with a mushroom head like a tennis ball. (That dick was unreal.)

Thank you for a thoughtful and well worded response. I'm going to look up that support group. I'm hoping I want have any deciision to make past having a biopsy. I'm going to look up NCI. I lost my mother to cancer so I have that knee jerk reaction but I watched her suffer through treatments that did little good for her. I'm still waiting to get an appointment. The referral was about 2 1/2 weeks ago. I've called to check up and they schedule men depending on the severity of their numbers. How many sessions of radiation did you have? My plan is to ask question and not jump into any decision.

A bottom does “not owe” a top anything. A top does “not owe” a bottom anything. It pisses me off, and saddens me when a bottom believes that is his duty in life to be treated like trash. As I have said in other topics, no one will abuse me. If he continues doing something I don’t like, after I’ve asked him to stop or take it easy, there will be problems. I might still get hurt, but he will always remember what he did to me. Unfortunately, this society is getting increasingly more mean. There is a belief that if I want something, I deserve it, no matter what the consequences are for others. People have got to start saying, “enough is enough.”

I also love rough sex, but we have to be considerate and respectful of each other. I believe that if someone doesn't want something, you should comply so that person enjoys it too. Not everyone is the same; for some, roughness is never enough, while others might prefer less. So always be considerate. I'm a bottom, and if a top wants to go all out on my cunt, face, and body, that's fine, but as soon as I indicate I don't want something, they have to take that into account. It's that simple.

I woke up on Sunday late with a hangover. I finished cleaning and doing the laundry. It was hot so I decided to jump into the pool and swam laps. It felt good to swim and get some exercise. Swimming also clears my mind so that was also in calming myself down and ground me. After about 30 minutes of swimming I got out of the pool and lay on the lounger and took in a tan. I feel asleep and woke up around 4pm. I jumped into the water to refresh and then jumped in the shower. I went out and grabbed pizza and brought it back home. My friends texted me but I decided to stay home. I was tired and still processing all the things that have been going on in the last few weeks. I ate dinner, had a few beers and watched TV. I fell asleep on the couch and decided to go to bed early around 10pm. I woke up early the next morning at 6am. I decided to jump in the pool for a quick swim and do laps for about 15 minutes. I showered and went into work. I got into the office early around 7am. I started work at my desk. I heard the door to the office open around 7:15am. I kept working. About 10 minutes later I looked up and I saw Professor Post standing their in his cycling outfit. I looked at his cock and it was hard pushing thru the fabric of his thin tight shiny spandex. My mouth watered. "Touch it. I know you want to" he said He was right. I reached out and outlined his cock, teasing it thru the spandex. Rubbing it now and then using my other hand to massage his balls. He let out a soft moan. I couldn't hold back, I pulled down his shorts and shoved my nose in his contract and took a deep breath of his sweaty stink. "Yeah inhale that boy. Smell good don't it" he said pushing my head into his crotch more. I began to kiss and suck his cock. I licked it and tongued it. He pushed his hard cock deep in my mouth and into my throat. I gagged a bit and recovered. I wanted his mammoth meat in my mouth. I kept slobbering on his cock. "Suck it like you mean it. Worship it like it owns you" he said That last line clicked something in my head and I started to worship it and lather it with my tongue and kiss it. "Yeah good boy. You are such a sweet cock sucker" he said I sucked on him for a good 5 minutes. His entire crotch was wet with my spit and his precum leaking all over. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned my around and pulled down my shorts and bent me over my desk. He then leaned in and started to eat my ass out. "Ohhhh god" I moaned He just kept eating my ass and I pushed it back into his face wanting more. "Your pussy is so juicy and tasty" he said breaking and then going back to eat me He then stuck his finger in me working my prostate. I moaned louder pushing back on his now three fingers in me working my hole and prostate. I was leaking precum on the floor. "Your such a slut. Your pussy is all wet and its making your clit leak" he said working my hole. My moans got louder. "Please fuck me" I said softly "Tell me you want my POZ cum boy" he said I was torn, he was working my hole and I was so I need of cock in me but couldn't bare to say it. "Your hole is squeezing my fingers. It needs my cock and my cum but if you won't say it, you won't get it. Times up" he said With that he pulled out his fingers. I caught my breath and finally turned around. He stuck his fingers in my mouth and I cleaned his fingers. "Good boy eat your pussy juice off my fingers" he said pushing his fingers in my mouth. "Get down and be good for something. I know you want it" he said I dropped on my knees and started working on his cock. Licking, sucking and worshipping his stick. After about 5 minutes he was fucking my throat. It hurt as his PA ring kept hitting the back of my throat. I felt him tense and then he erupted in my mouth. I felt 6-7 spurts of his hot cum in my mouth. I savored it in my mouth to taste him and then swallowed. After a minute he finally pulled out of my mouth as the door opened to the office. He pointed at the ground at my precum, then he pulled back pulled up his shorts and walked away. I cleaned up the precum and pulled up my shorts and sat back down. My hole leaking from his spit and my ass juice. My cock was rock hard and leaking. There was a small spot on my shorts. Luckily it was black shorts. I could fee my ass spasming lightly from his ministrations.

good fuck buddies are always good to have, love blowing my semen in a good hole i know well, and sometimes difficult to find. randoms are always fun because of the novelty and getting to spread my seed in a new hole. i love both FBs and randoms.

Last time was last night at Pleasures on Broadway in Denver. In the arcade area! Took 4 loads from unknown cocks! Loved every minute!

Most overstate the risk. HIV is not an easy transmission.

Chapter 7: Darkness Unbound Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:00 MST. 30-OCT-20XX “That….. That’s his sock…” Lockjaw said, pointing down at the ground as Elias and Gravestone came up beside him. “He had them on this morning and… Why is his sock here?” Elias and Gravestone looked around, hoping to possibly find any other signs of the missing soldier around before Elias finally noticed the large puddle of clear liquid shining in the dim light of the hallway. Lockjaw picked up the sock, and found it sopping wet, covered in the same slimy residue that the team found earlier. His head was filled with new, confused questions. “Commander, over there,” he said, pointing at the end of the hall. “There’s another puddle of that liquid.” Suddenly, Lockjaw broke out into a sprint, running down the hall. “Sticks, are you down here?!” he frantically yelled, giving just a passive glance into the various rooms. “Please, just call out so I know you’re here!” “Shit, Lockjaw, get back here, we still need to clear the rest of the floor!” Gravestone yelled, as the two broke out into a run, trying to take off after him. “Lockjaw, stop man, we will find him, just hold on,” Elias yelled, holding his gun loosely at the ready, unnerved at the lack of response. Lockjaw rounded the corner, quickly vanishing from their sight. His boots echoed ominously down the hall. “God damn it, this is turning into a real problem fast,” Gravestone said, keeping pace with Elias as they both tried to follow, unable to close the distance as Lockjaw frantically continued his search. “I’m going to have to address this as soon as we finish the mission.” “I’d say give the guy a break, but yeah… this is totally against protocol,” Elias said. “He’s starting to lose it, sir.” They continued their chase, rounding the next corner. To their horror, more and more puddles of clear liquid dotted the floor. Suddenly, they both watched as Lockjaw’s step faltered, slipping in one of the puddles and sending him careening into the wall in front of him. Crashing to a stop, his hand accidentally slammed down on the large red fire alarm, catching the pull in the process. Immediately, a large metal shutter slammed down between the two men and Lockjaw, and the lights flickered off, the only light coming from the now flashing red lights over the doors. The dim light was occasionally pierced with a regular strobe of light. The hallway was suddenly flooded with the sound of the fire alarm blaring, three short chirping klaxons repeating over and over. Finally making it to the metal rolling door, Elias began trying to pull up on it, frustrated when he was unable to make it budge. “Lockjaw, can you hear me?” Gravestone yelled, pounding his fist on the metal door. “Are you okay?” Finally, they saw the door getting banged on in return. “Shit… sorry Commander, I-I didn’t mean to slip,” Lockjaw replied, his voice muffled behind the door. “I can’t get the door to open.” “Just… stay there while we figure out how to get it open for you,” Gravestone replied, his voice louder than usual as he tried to raise it above the alarm. Looking around, he scrubbed his hand over his face in frustration. “Kade… any ideas?” “Um… I think maybe the security office might have an override?” Elias replied in a near yell, putting his hands on his hips as he looked around. “Good idea. Lockjaw!” Gravestone yelled, putting one of his fingers in his ears from the loud noise. “We’re going to reset the alarm and see how we get you out of there. Stay put!” Quickly the two men pulled out their flashlights, cutting into the darkness. They slowly backtracked to the lobby as they spoke, the sound of the fire alarm dimming the further distance they walked. “Damn it, this day just keeps getting worse,” Gravestone sighed, looking at the map on the wall. “First the survivor and Sticks, now Lockjaw, and we’re walking around in the darkness.” “I’m sorry sir, I should have anticip-” Elias began to apologize before being cut off short. “Don’t. It’s nobody’s fault,” Gravestone said, shaking his head. “You had no way of knowing how everything would turn out. Although I feel like the further we go, the more it seems we weren’t given anywhere near all the information. You know what I mean?” “I…. yeah…” Elias replied, seeing the commander’s point. “Nothing is really making sense so far tonight. The mission brief was pretty clear that this was just a simple in and out, information and survivor extraction.” “Exactly, and knowing General Krell, the fucker has decided to keep up out of the loop for his own benefit,” Gravestone said, slamming his fist on the wall before waling down the hall. “Just like Berlin all over again.” “What exactly happened in Berlin?” Elias said, looking over at Gravestone briefly as they walked down the hall towards the stairwell. “I’ve heard bits and pieces, but everyone seems pretty tight-lipped.” “Krell was the one who approved the lab to make the virus that almost wiped out the city,” Gravestone explained as they walked. “He sold it to the upper brass as a global safety concern, found a way to protect the general public from the Marburg-Lyssa variant, and hired a genetics lab there to help develop a vaccine. Got billions to spend towards it after that outbreak a few years ago down in Uganda.” Opening the door to the stairwell, Elias entered, holding the door behind him to let Gravestone through as he continued speaking. “Turns out, the lab they were using wasn’t anywhere near equipped to handle working with the virus, and instead of creating a vaccine, they made it airborne. A sample got out and was infecting people like wildfire. Krell ordered a part of the city to be firebombed in an effort to sweep it all under the rug. Actually tried to blame our team for the bombing, saying we went rogue. Congress found out, and in an effort to save face, decided to force him into retirement instead of the backlash of the US losing total control of the situation.” “Jesus… that was him?” Elias said, opening the door to the lobby as he continued. “I thought that was just a random outbreak.” “That’s the story the general public got. Personally, I think Krell might have been pocketing some of the funds. Guy always seems to have his hand in these company’s pockets. But never got anything concrete,” Gravestone continued, looking again at the map. “This way to security. Needless to say, I don’t trust Krell in the slightest. And neither should you.” —----------------- Helixion Genetics, Corporate Office Building, Temporary Security Room, Fourth Floor. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:02 MST. 30-OCT-20XX An alert popped up on the General’s laptop. “Fire alarm triggered, building 3, corridor 7, basement level 1.” General Krell sat up straight in his chair, startled by the pop-up. He tried to listen closely, but the alarm couldn’t be heard from his secure room. He instantly rose, and went to the window, expecting to see the entire facility going up in flames. What met his gaze was the silence of night, and no burning buildings in sight. Apart from the blinking lights that could be seen inside a well-placed window with a view, nothing about Building 3 seemed out of the ordinary. “Dammit,” the General swore. “What are they doing over there? This was supposed to be a covert operation!” His fist came down on the windowsill, producing a dull thud that hardly did justice to his frustration. He instantly pulled out his mobile phone, selected a number from the speed dial, and held the device to his ear. “Yeah, it’s the General,” he said hurriedly. “The fire alarm in Building Three has been set off. Intercept the emergency response call, and tell them not to come.” Pause. “Yes, understood. There is no visible fire from outside, but the built-in containment system should be able to handle it.” Another pause while he listened. Then he moved back to his computer, and sat down. “I’ve got it here.” The person on the other end gave him instructions, and he began to type with both hands while holding the phone between his left shoulder and his ear. “I don’t have eyes inside yet, but heat sensors show absolutely nothing. So there probably is no fire.” Taking the phone back in his right hand, he continued to listen. “That’s right. See to it.” He closed the phone, and exhaled loudly through his nose. “Black Sigma, don’t fuck this up. I will not be disgraced again.” —------------ Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 1. Opposite side of the metal shutter. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:00 MST. 30-OCT-20XX. Lockjaw began to panic. Try as he might, the door wouldn’t go back up. In his mind, he envisioned coming out the other side through another room, and wouldn’t Reaper and Gravestone be surprised? Then they could resume looking for Sticks, and all would be well again. He put his back against a wall, and slid down in defeat. He began to imagine the worst: that other metal doors came down in other parts of the facility and Sticks had been unlucky enough to be pinned beneath one of them; that he would be trapped in this strange place for days without food or sight of any soul; that he would search endlessly for Sticks and never find him. Then came the self-reproach. “I never should have left his side, not for an instant,” he whimpered. “I was so stupid to go off in a panic. Sticks, you idiot, why couldn’t you have waited for backup? Why did I let him put me on point like that?” Then he spoke aloud in a mocking voice, trying to imitate Gravestone. “Uh, no sense in taking risks! Lockjaw, you’re on point! Go fetch your stick! Ha!” Then in a normal voice, “Shit, I gotta get out of here. Sorry, commander, I can’t wait for you.” Lockjaw stood to his feet, brushed his pants with his hands, and wiped his face. He looked at the door accusingly, then down the rest of the hall. The blinking lights and the alarm were annoying, and he was grateful when they suddenly stopped. But the absence of the lights plunged the hall into near darkness, and his eyes could see little spots where the lights had previously been flashing. It was disorienting, so he waited until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He felt in his utility belt for his field light when he discovered the slot where it ought to be was empty. “Shit!” Then he remembered it flying out of his hand when he fell, and skittering across the floor away from him as the metal door came down. In the near darkness, he was able to make out movement some distance away. It crossed the hall from the left side to the right and disappeared. Might be two rooms over, possibly three or more. But it was enough to make Lockjaw curious. “Sticks? Is that you? It’s me.” He slowly moved down the corridor toward where he saw the movement, listening intently, and moving almost noiselessly, fearing that any sound he made would cause him to miss what he longed to hear. —---------------- Helixion Genetics, East Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor. Security Room. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:04 MST. 30-OCT-20XX Tex recoiled from the monitor in abject horror. “Oh…. oh god…” he said above a whisper. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” He moved to a nearby trash can, and proceeded to dry heave over it. “Pussy. You ain’t got the stomach for this,” Stag said. He turned back to the monitor. The room they were viewing was now emptied of its occupants, save for the figure that slowly descended from the ceiling. Stag could tell by the figure’s movements that it was Zero. He didn’t have to see Zero’s face to know he was probably traumatized by what they just witnessed. It was then that Stag noticed he had a massive hard-on. He smirked at the realization that he just watched something truly fucked up, and he adjusted himself from outside his pants. Better than any of the wildest porn I’ve got at home! Fuck, that was wicked. Whatever those things were… they were beautiful. Then a new thought sparked in his head, and went into full bloom almost at once. I want to join in the fun. Stag suddenly had butterflies in his stomach while Tex continued to try to empty his to no avail. Stag had an instant to decide: stick to the mission, or go have a little fun. But to do the latter, he’d have to ditch Tex, and now was the best opportunity to do so. Then, for no reason at all, a jingle appeared in his head: In the army or the navy, ‘tis the same, you know, You must either take your chances, or away they go. It was part of a song in some goofy musical that he was dragged to on a date, and he was never able to forget it. Taking this as inspiration, he removed his service revolver from its holster, and turned it over in his hand. He held the gun backwards, the handle protruding. He took a couple steps over toward Tex, who was still bent over the trash can, much like an undergrad who drank too much on spring break would be found perched over a toilet bowl. Frustratingly, Tex lifted his head, coming almost face to face with Stag’s still hard and throbbing cock. “What the hell, man?” Tex backing away slightly. “Are you fucking hard right now?! You’re fucking sick…” “Sorry, buddy, but I can’t have you stopping me,” Stag said with a very slight twinge of fear for what he was about to do. Before Tex could react, Stag struck him over the back of the head with the revolver, and knocked him out cold. Tex fell face first into the can, which then fell over with a metallic clatter. Stag let out a sigh, surprised that he got it on the first try. Before he decided on senseless violence just for kicks, he holstered his weapon, and turned back to the monitors. After a minute of inspection, he found what he wanted, and swiftly let himself out of the security room, leaving an unconscious Tex lying on the floor with his head in a wastebasket. Upon exiting the security office, the alarm abruptly ceased, and the lights stopped flashing. Stag took out his flashlight, and proceeded back up the stairs. He silently prayed that he wouldn’t be spotted by any of his comrades in his flight. Absent-mindedly, he began to whistle the tune he remembered in the security room as continued his ascent. —------------- Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor. Accounts receivable. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:15 MST. 30-OCT-20XX. Lockjaw had been resuming his search for his missing partner for only ten or so minutes, but it felt like an eternity. As the minutes passed, several agonizingly slow minutes, his concern began to increase. Sticks had just vanished without a trace. As wild scenarios began to form in his head, he kept reminding himself that it was just his imagination. But where was the thing he saw earlier? Could it have been his mind playing tricks? That he saw something only because he wanted to see it? Reaper told him to stay put, but if Sticks were down here after all, Lockjaw thought it better to find him now. At the very least, it would pass the time, and if he were successful, then he could relax and resume the mission. This was the only thing that kept him going as he continued to check every cubicle, under every desk, and in every room. “Damn, this place is huge,” he muttered. “And it’s just one of the buildings on campus!” He heard a distant, unidentifiable sound, and spun around toward where he thought it came from. “Hello? Sticks?” No answer. “Gravestone? Reaper?” He listened again, and got no reply. He may as well have asked the moon a question. Proceeding a few more stops, something new came into his vision. A boot, size 8. The exact same size as Sticks’s. Lockjaw quickly rushed forward to retrieve it, holding it in both of his hands like a valued treasure. Looking around, he tried to find the source of where it came from, sure that he’d finally found his absent lover. Holding it close to his body, he cradled it for a half a second before holding it away in near disgust. The smell coming from it wasn’t just that of a normal boot, but reeked, making his eyes water. “Jesus… how can it smell so bad?” Lockjaw asked himself out loud, jumping as a giggle in the corner of the room broke the silence. It caused him to drop and completely forget the boot. “Eric? Is that you?” Lockjaw called out, feeling around in the near darkness. “Hiiiiiii Adrian,” Sticks’s voice said, his voice sounding somewhat strange in Lockjaw’s ears. “I got pretty lost, but guess what….” “Where the hell… what happened?” Lockjaw said, finally finding him in the darkness, laying his hands on the smaller man’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. “Oh my god, you have no idea how glad I am that I found you!” Relief washed over him, followed by hope, then confusion, and finally, a resurgence of relief as his heart soared. Yet, questions still plagued him. “I missed you too, Adrian,” the smaller man rubbing his face around on his shirt. “I got sooooo lost. But guess what? I found a way out. Wanna see?” Lockjaw slowly pulled him away from his chest, his brain registering how wet it now felt. Touching one of his hands, he could just make out the shiny slickness on his fingers. Repulsed, he quickly wiped his hands on his pants in disgust. Grabbing his lover’s hand, Lockjaw slowly led him down the hall, stopping finally in front of the dull red glow of the exit sign. Looking down at Sticks, he slowly began to assess the smaller man. In the red glow of the sign, Lockjaw could just barely make out Sticks’s face, grinning almost like a loon, saliva dripping down his face, his pupils almost like two dark pools, sucking in the small amount of light. The smaller man’s flesh, fully exposed as he could now see, was almost feverish to the touch, a slight sheen of sweat covering it. His normally pale skin somehow seemed darker, and his veins seemed almost to stand out harshly. “Did you come in contact with something, baby?” Lockjaw said, running his hands gingerly across his skin, no longer concerned about his own safety from an infection, but instead wanting to find some sort of break in the skin. “Follow me, I want to show you the way out I found…” Sticks said, still grinning profusely, shaking out of the man’s grasp before gripping one of his hands, tugging him down the hall further. “Come with meeee, I want to show you.” At first, Lockjaw followed, unsure what to do as they almost seemed to go deeper into the facility. The two reached a stairwell, going down the stairs as Sticks began to hum a tune that Lockjaw couldn’t identify. Lockjaw began to get unnerved, unsure how Sticks could be so sure of where to go in the near darkness, at how they were going deeper into the building and not up and out. Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore and stopped as they finally reached the bottom of the stairs. “Eric… I don’t think this is the right way… I think we need to go back up and have Patch or Tex take a look at you,” Lockjaw said, feeling more and more concerned that something was wrong, something that he couldn’t quite put a finger on. “NO!” Sticks said, the sudden change in mood causing Lockjaw to try and pull away, shocked at how strong of a grip Sticks had on his hand. Just as suddenly, Sticks’s mood was softer again, smiling and pulling Lockjaw in on a tight hug. “No, baby, I… I’m naked, and I want to show you the way out so I don’t get lost again,” Sticks almost sobbed, the wetness growing again on Lockjaw’s shirt as he spoke. “You don’t want me to get lost again, right?” “Um… Eric… why are you naked?” Lockjaw asked, his head feeling slightly fuzzy as an odd smell began to come off of Sticks. “What happened to you?” Suddenly, Sticks released him and went running through the door, giggling again as he ran. Lockjaw, worried, immediately ran after, trying to keep up. “Wait, stop running. Where are you –” Lockjaw called after, suddenly slipping in a large pool of liquid, the smell coming off Sticks being much stronger in the room they were now in, looking like a long maintenance hallway. Lockjaw fell onto his back, slightly dazed as the wind was knocked out of him. The smell of the hallway was making his head swim as he involuntarily gasped in a deep breath in pain. Suddenly, Sticks was sitting on top of him, almost straddling him as he finally got a good look at his face, the light in the hallway being just a touch lighter than the rest of the basement floors. Sticks’s skin had taken on a sickly shade of grey, his pupils blown wide with an almost orange tinge to his normally green iris. The veins in his skin stuck out, looking almost black under his pasty white skin. It was when Lockjaw looked at Sticks’s teeth that he realized just how odd and wrong everything was. The teeth themselves looked too sharp, like someone had taken a file to his teeth. Foul-smelling drool was dripping profusely out of his mouth, threatening to drip on his face. “Oh my god… Eric, what happened to you…” Lockjaw said in disbelief, unsure what to do as the much smaller man on top of him held him in place with almost an inhuman amount of strength. “Don’t worry, baby,” Sticks said, smiling almost evilly as he cocked his head to the side. “I’m going to make you feel soooo good. Just give in to everything. I have an amazing… gift for you.” The way Sticks said ‘gift’ just now gave Adrian pause. He slightly raised an eyebrow in response. Lockjaw’s attention briefly turned to the scream growl coming down the hall, echoing on the concrete walls. Panicked, he looked back towards Sticks when his face was suddenly covered in a clear sheet of saliva, getting into his eyes and mouth as he accidentally gasped in shock. The entire world was covered in a blur as he felt the spit seeping into his eyes, making them water as his brain began to feel numb. “Shhh…. Just relax and let it take over, baby…” Sticks said, lovingly stroking his hand through Lockjaw’s hair, his face in a harsh grin. “You’re going to feel so good in a few minutes. My new friends are going to be here, and then the reeeeal fun will begin.”

Been here once and cant fuckin wait to go back. Insane night there

I go balls deep and hold it there. When I cum, my cock pulses hard and especially at the bottom near my balls. I want the bottom to feel every burst of my cum deep inside him.

From a bottom perspective- I prefer my tops to trap me Where I can’t live or escape one hard thrust of being balls deep till he finished me. 😃

Rob was at the dinner table with his husband Greg discussing the first day of his professorship at his alma mater. Rob had been a successful IT leader founding and ultimately selling his firm for a substantial amount of money and now with no monetary needs he was open to pursuing two objectives. Establish a competency within the school’s computer science program for real world IT scenarios (not the theory he learned) and to take advantage of the target rich environment of socially awkward computer science students and convert them to not only bareback sex but ensure each one was highly toxic when they were done. Greg and Rob had been married for two years and both were highly toxic and enjoyed breeding & converting as many men as possible. Rob realized how target rich an environment going back to his alma mater and being able to take advantage of so many naïve nerdy college students. Greg suggested to Rob an idea that took hold of focusing on the students who wanted to be his teaching assistants first figuring as a TA, it wouldn’t look wrong if those students came over to their home and if anything would be expected for a TA to spend time with his professor grading papers and setting up lesson plans. The benefit of Rob’s success is that his home while right off campus had a pool and he had spent well to build a very purpose built out finished basement that was soundproof and could be best describes as a purpose built sex chamber. Rob had a small section of five students who were taking his graduate level class and these students would double as his teaching assistants for his undergrad classes. Greg started licking his lips thinking about the fresh meat they could and would be corrupting. Rob who had a nice 8” cock would only bottom for someone who was bigger and/or thicker which Greg was with his 9.5” cock and when he saw Greg’s hardon he jumped on his cock to be bred by his cock to relieve stress before his first day of classes. Rob has said to Greg he was saving his loads for the first TA that needed his tutoring/assistance and expected it would be very soon that chance would arise. To be continued

Work out and never give up, squats especially. Let the bad influences you meet online turn you into the slut you fantasize about being. Seek out cock whenever you have free time and let yourself get addicted.

In the "old days"...1980s and 90s...bottoms always ate the top's butt, especially ones who considered themselves pigs. I thnk porn movies shifted it to the top's chore to get the bottom's ass ready.

Every chance I am given, I eat ass! I find that if I am sucking a guy who seems to be strictly oral, this has a 50% chance of him sticking his dick right where i want it raw in my hole!

I live in Germany, 16 is the age of consent here and it seems ok to me. When I myself was 16 I wasn't ready for it but times have changed, that was 1980. I met a 16 yo guy when I was 29. He was the one to urge us to have sex. It turned out I was his first partner and we still meet for a fuck from time to time.

I think it's 16 in some places and that sounds like a fair age to me.

I said 18. The key word was sex with adults. Kids experiment with one another all the time and that's fine if they have sex with each other during the early teen-age years but wait until 18 before dabbing with adults.

so i'd say 15-17 is a good average.