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Chapter 1 12 men were sitting around each other in a stale grey room. The youngest looked about 18; the oldest, no more than 30, maybe 35. A judgmental man might've called them twinks. A big banner was hanging up in the corner of the room: WELCOME BACK FORMER BUGCHASERS A few men had already spoken, talking about how much easier it was to resist "the temptation". One man had made the mistake of saying the word "poz". The leader of the group interjected: "As you know, we try not to use that word. There's nothing positive about a life-threatening condition. We just say "bug". Because that's what it is—a virus that infects not just our bodies but our brains." His words seemed to have the opposite effect. The youngest man rose to give his speech. "I know I'm new here... My name is Mason. I'm 19, and I've been a bugchaser for... a month... "I don't know where it came from. I've always been a slut; I hit the bathhouses as soon as it was legal and tried to take every dick I could see. I managed to take every load in the entire house, once, on a slow weekday. I was proud of that. "I went on a weekend once. A man leered at me as soon as I got in the locker room to change. He was buck naked. God, when I think about him... he must've been 6'3", sheer muscle, hairy as Bigfoot. He had big feet, too, which..." Mason trailed off with a shiver. His speech had caused a lot of the men sitting there to switch their legs uncomfortably. The group leader said, "try not to give too much detail. We don't want to get riled up. We're here for the opposite purpose." "Sorry! Anyway, he stared at me the whole time. Once I was naked, he introduced himself and invited me to his room. Just like that! I said yes right away. We walked up to the third floor—he had some pretty wild porn on the screen and a red gel cap over the light. I felt like a prostitute! He offered me some poppers and a little beer, and of course I accepted. I probably shouldn't have trusted him, but oh well... "He started, um... touching himself. He asked if I would help him with my mouth. I said yes. When he lowered me down I saw this weird tatoo on his abs... like a radiation symbol or something. It was hot—I like dangerous guys, and this one made him look dangerous. I took the whole thing on the first go, even though he was huge—and THICK. Sorry! Sorry, forgot the thing you said about details. He lasted, like... 15 minutes and then he just said, 'I'm going to come in a few seconds. Just so you know, I have AIDS. Is that cool with you? You willing to take an AIDS load, boy?' I freaked out! Of course I wasn't. I felt lied to, like I'd been trapped. I double-tapped and he let my head up. He stroked his cock until he finished on his chest. Um... I know you'll probably judge me, but..." "It's okay," said the group leader. "You can say it. This is a judgment-free zone." "When I saw how big his load was... how it covered so much of his huge torso... I wanted to lick it up anyway. Despite the risks. Oh, I feel so dirty when I think about that..." "No, it's natural. You have a condition. We all do. But we're all HIV-negative. Some of us have been tempted for 15 years!" "Okay, good... I can really make it fifteen years?" "You can make it all your long, long life. There's safe ways to have sex!" "Yeah... safe... right." Everyone left; meeting adjourned. They grabbed cookies or bottles of water or whatever on their way out and left. Mason had repressed that memory for 4 straight weeks. He'd managed not to think about it; to avoid remembering the details that made him feel like his whole body was burning up. But now that he'd told them, saw how some of them even got hard when he mentioned the man who was going to breed him, he couldn't stop thinking. For 6 hours after he got back to his apartment he tried to cope, but by the third time he'd cum thinking about saying "yes" to that dangerous man, he felt the last ounce of willpower leave him. He was at the saunas within twenty minutes. He paid the fee, got a bottle of poppers, and began changing. He kept looking over his shoulder to see if the man would show up in the locker room, but he didn't. "That's alright," he said to himself. He was fine—no, better off sleeping with someone else. Someone safe. He decided to walk around, make small talk with the others, see if he could find a connection. The other man's figure possessed his imagination. Finally, he just went up to the room where that awful man had almost given him AIDS, just to see if he was... safe from him. The door was open a crack. The same man from last month was inside with a new, younger-looking boy bouncing his hips up against the other man's cock. "Happy birthday, baby," said the man. "Ungh, thank you..." "I'm gonna cum soon," he said. "But just so you know, I have AIDS. You cool with that? You cool with taking a raw AIDS load? "AH! No!!! Oh god, why did I come here? I just turned 18 this morning!!!!" Mason wondered if this was something he did often and felt a pang of jealousy. The other boy pulled himself off and, again, the older man finished himself onto his own chest with a sigh. The image of ropes and ropes of vile, disease-ridden cum pooling on the older man's chest that had been playing in his mind for a month straight was right in front of him, past the crack in the door. The 18-year old cried and ran out of the room, exposing the voyeur in the doorframe. "I remember you," the older man said. Mason tried to think of something to say. He didn't. He closed the door behind him, knelt down, and began licking the massive load off the older man's body. He felt sparks crackling in his brain as the smell of sex and sweat wafted up through his nose. He reached back toward the older man's dick and felt it grow to its full, monstrous size. "This time," said the older man, "you don't get to run." Mason kissed the biohazard tattoo on his waist deep. "You better not let me," he said, as the older man beckoned him onto all fours on the floor.

The motel's parking lot was a sea of cracked asphalt under the harsh glare of sodium lamps, the air thick with the hum of distant traffic and the stale scent of rain-soaked dumpsters. Jake, barely 19 and hailing from a nowhere town where dreams went to die, had scraped together bus fare on a whim, chasing whispers of quick money in the city. The online ad had promised 'discreet companionship gigs—no experience needed.' He'd figured it meant posing for photos or light flirting, not this. His palms sweated as he clutched the room key, the brass tag for Room 12 biting into his skin. Inside, the space was a time capsule of despair: yellowed walls with water stains blooming like bruises, a lumpy queen bed sagging under its own weight, and a bathroom door that hung crooked on rusted hinges. Jake paced, his sneakers scuffing the threadbare rug, rehearsing lines in his head. He was slim, boyish—5'9" with tousled brown hair, clear skin, and wide blue eyes that screamed innocence. Tight jeans hugged his narrow hips, and a simple white tee clung to his flat chest. The wired half-payment sat heavy in his pocket, a reminder that backing out wasn't an option. The knock came at exactly 9 PM, sharp as a gunshot. Jake's stomach twisted. He cracked the door, peeking out before swinging it wide. There stood Marcus, a wall of a man at 6'3", his frame packed with muscle from years of manual labor and gym sessions. Late 30s, with a square jaw shadowed by dark stubble, cropped black hair, and eyes like chipped emeralds—cold, calculating. He wore a fitted black polo that strained across his pecs and cargo pants that did nothing to hide the bulge snaking down his thigh. A faint scar ran along his left cheek, adding to the air of quiet menace. "You Jake?" Marcus's voice rumbled, deep and edged with authority, as he shouldered past without invitation, the door thudding shut behind him. "Y-yeah," Jake stammered, locking it out of habit. "Marcus, right? Make yourself comfortable. There's... uh, water or chips if you want." Marcus's laugh was low, predatory, echoing off the thin walls. He dropped a duffel bag by the bed and turned, sizing Jake up like prey. "Cut the small talk, boy. I didn't drive two hours for snacks. You read the profile? Know what I expect?" Jake nodded too quickly, cheeks burning. The messages had been vague—'mutual fun, safe play'—but the cash had blinded him. "Sure. We can ease into it. Maybe talk first?" Marcus closed the distance in two strides, his cologne—a mix of leather and spice—overwhelming the room's mustiness. He grabbed Jake's wrist, yanking him close. "Talk's for shrinks. Strip. Now. Or I walk, and you keep that half-payment as a lesson." Jake's breath hitched, but he complied, fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons. It fell open, exposing pale skin unmarked by anything but a faint freckle trail across his collarbone. He toed off his sneakers, then shoved down his jeans, stepping out in plain gray boxers that tented slightly from nerves and unwanted arousal. Marcus watched, unblinking, then peeled off his own polo, revealing a torso carved from stone—broad shoulders, ripped abs dusted with coarse hair that arrowed down to his waistband. "Kneel," Marcus commanded, voice dropping an octave. He unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, the leather whispering through loops. Jake sank to his knees, the rough carpet scraping his shins. The zipper's rasp was deafening in the silence. Marcus hauled out his cock—monstrous, at least ten inches of girthy meat, veins bulging like ropes, the uncut head already flushing purple and leaking a fat bead of precum. It bobbed heavily, slapping against his palm as he stroked it to full hardness. "Open wide, rentboy," Marcus said, gripping Jake's hair and tilting his head back. The cockhead smeared across his lips, salty and musky, forcing Jake's mouth apart. He pushed in, the thickness prying his jaw to its limit, filling his mouth until his cheeks bulged. Jake gurgled, eyes watering as he tried to accommodate. His tongue pressed flat against the underside, tasting the bitter tang of skin and arousal. Marcus didn't wait, thrusting forward to bury half his length, the head bumping his tonsils. "Suck harder. Use that tongue like you mean it." Jake hollowed his cheeks, slurping messily as he bobbed, saliva bubbling at the corners of his lips. Marcus's hips rocked, fucking his face with increasing force—short jabs that made Jake choke, throat convulsing around the invading shaft. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the drool that dripped onto his chest. "Gag on it, boy. Choke like the slut you are," Marcus growled, yanking Jake's hair to control the depth. The room reeked of sweat and sex, wet glucks punctuating each plunge. Minutes stretched into agony, Jake's jaw aching, lips numb. Marcus finally withdrew with a pop, strings of spit connecting them. His cock glistened, throbbing angrily. "Bed. Ass in the air. Time to earn the rest." Jake crawled onto the mattress, knees sinking into the thin padding, heart hammering. He'd fooled around before—a fumbling handjob in a dorm, a quick suck in an alley—but nothing like this beast. Marcus rummaged in his bag, pulling out lube and a condom packet. He slicked his fingers, then knelt behind Jake, who was on all fours, boxers yanked down to his thighs. "Ever taken it up the ass?" Marcus asked, one rough finger circling Jake's virgin pucker. "N-not really," Jake admitted, voice muffled in the pillow. Marcus snorted. "Tight little hole. Gonna ruin you." He shoved a finger in dry first, ignoring the yelp, twisting it deep. Jake clenched, burning pain flaring, but Marcus added a second, scissoring brutally, stretching the ring without mercy. Lube followed, cold and slick, but the prep was cursory—three fingers pumping fast, hooking to graze the prostate and draw involuntary moans. "Please... go slow," Jake begged, trembling. "Slow's for pussies." Marcus rolled on the condom, the latex straining over his girth, then positioned himself. He gripped Jake's hips with bruising force, nails digging crescents into flesh, and rammed forward. The head breached with a pop, tearing a scream from Jake as inches forced their way in, splitting him open. "Fuck, it's too big! Stop!" Jake clawed at the sheets, body locking up. Marcus didn't. He thrust harder, burying to the balls in one vicious shove. Jake's hole resisted, then gave, a sharp rip of pain as the dry friction caused micro-tears. Blood welled, warm and slick, mixing with lube to ease the slide—but not enough. Marcus pulled back, the condom smeared red, then slammed home again, the bedframe rattling. "Take my cock, you whiny bitch," Marcus snarled, setting a punishing rhythm. Each thrust was a battering ram—deep, grinding, his hips slapping Jake's ass cheeks until they reddened. Jake sobbed, the burn intensifying as blood trickled down his thighs, staining the sheets. His hole pulsed around the shaft, torn and inflamed, every withdrawal tugging at the raw edges. But pleasure twisted in amid the agony, his prostate hammered relentlessly, forcing his cock to leak onto the mattress. "It hurts... oh god, it's bleeding... pull out!" Jake gasped, but his hips bucked back on instinct, chasing the fullness. Marcus laughed, sweat flying as he pounded faster. His balls swung heavy, smacking Jake's taint. He reached around, fisting Jake's dick roughly, jerking it in time—twisting the head, squeezing the base until Jake whined. The room was a cacophony: skin slapping wetly, Jake's cries, Marcus's grunts, the metallic tang of blood in the air. Deeper into the rut, Marcus's control frayed. He hooked an arm around Jake's waist, flipping him onto his back without exiting—legs shoved up, knees to chest, exposing everything. Blood smeared Jake's crack, the hole gaping slightly, puffy and wrecked. Marcus drove in again, the angle brutal, cock spearing straight to the core. Jake's eyes rolled, tears carving paths down his temples. "Look at you, bleeding for my dick. Pathetic." Marcus spat on his chest, then leaned down to bite Jake's nipple hard, drawing blood there too. His thrusts turned feral, hips pistoning like a machine, the condom's base chafing the torn rim. Jake's protests weakened, body betraying him as orgasm built unbidden. "No... don't... it burns so much..." That's when Marcus struck. Mid-thrust, his fingers pinched the condom's rim, tearing it with a sharp rip. He yanked the shredded latex free, flinging it aside, and plunged back in bare—hot skin sliding through blood and lube, raw and intimate. Jake felt the shift immediately: the loss of barrier, the increased glide, the danger. "What the fuck? The condom—stop! You're not wearing—" Jake thrashed, but Marcus pinned his arms overhead with one massive hand, the other clamping his throat just tight enough to restrict air. "Shut your hole," Marcus hissed, choking him lightly as he fucked harder. The bare cock dragged against every nerve, blood lubricating the assault. Jake's vision blurred, panic surging as he realized the risk—unprotected, this stranger's seed about to flood him. "Please... cum outside... I beg you," Jake wheezed when the hand eased, legs quivering over Marcus's shoulders. Marcus's eyes burned with dark triumph. He was loaded with HIV, viral count raging from skipped meds, and this naive kid was his perfect vector—young, fuckable, forgettable. "Beg all you want. You're getting bred raw." The pace became savage. Marcus hammered down, cock swelling, veins pulsing against Jake's walls. Blood squelched with each plunge, the hole a ruined mess—swollen, torn, leaking crimson trails. Jake's body convulsed, unwanted ecstasy ripping through him as his prostate was abused. He came first, untouched now, spurting ropes across his stomach with a broken cry, ass clenching like a vice. That triggered Marcus. He roared, burying deep, and unleashed. Cum jetted in thick, forceful blasts—hot, viscous, painting Jake's insides white. Pulse after pulse, overflowing the battered channel, mixing with blood to ooze out in pinkish rivulets. Marcus ground in circles, ensuring every drop stayed buried, marking the boy irrevocably. Finally spent, he pulled out with a obscene squelch, a flood of cum and blood following, soaking the bed. Jake curled fetal, sobbing, his ass throbbing in agony, hole twitching and gaping, unable to close. Fresh blood seeped steadily, the tears deep enough to sting with every shift. Marcus stood, cock softening and streaked red, wiping it clean on Jake's discarded shirt. He tossed the remaining cash on the nightstand. "Worth every penny. Clean up that mess—might wanna see a doc for the bleeding. Or don't. Your call, slut." "You... you did that on purpose. The condom... and you're... sick, aren't you?" Jake whispered, horror choking him as the warmth inside turned to dread. Marcus zipped up, smirking. "Who knows? Life's a gamble, kid. Enjoy the ride." He grabbed his bag and left, the door clicking shut like a final nail. Jake lay there for hours, body wrecked, mind fracturing. The clinic call came days later: positive, as expected. Scars lingered—not just the physical ones on his ass, still tender and scarred from the tears, but the invisible kind, twisting his desires into something darker. In the dead of night, fingers would probe the healed but sensitive ring, memories flooding back: the rip, the flood, the inescapable pull. Tricked, raped, infected, bleeding... and hooked.

Rick walked in. I tried to use the towel to cover me but I didn't have any full bath towels. It was more like a half towel. For some reason I had it more at my chest so it was barely covering my cock that was still hard and poking out. He looked at me trying to cover my cock which was still kind of hard. "Have a nice time with your gf", he said smiling "It was ok. Why do you ask", I replied "Looks like someone had a good time...or not", he smiled back with a feeding look. He was clearly checking out my body. "We fought so no not that good", I said. I couldn't believe i shared that with him. "Sorry about that. What you fight about", he asked. I could see his turgid cock poking thru his sheer shorts and looked. He clearly saw me looking. "That I was late and she wanted to hook up but i told her she couldn't come back here so she got mad.", i told him "Thank you for following the rules", he said smiling. I could see his cock growing hard. Again I tried not to stare. "I also forgot we were supposed to go out tomorrow but told her I had to clean the pool tomorrow." i shared "If you need to be somewhere else thats fine. We didnt say it had to be tomorrow. Its ok.", Rick told me "I know I just wanted to do it for you. I am thankful for you allowing me to stay for free and wanted to show my appreciation.", I said "And she was in a mood and didnt want to hang out with her. I just needed some space.", I continued He moved closer and put his hand on my shoulder. I could smell his scent again. "Thank you. I am glad you appreciate it. You are always free to have choice around here. Once in a while I will have strict rules but generally i believe in free choice. Ok?" he said squeezing my shoulders. "Yes thank you", I replied "Your shoulders are tight, turn around", he said He spun me around and started to rub my shoulders. It felt good. I was tight from packing and stuff and just stress. He kept massaging me and could feel something touch the small of my back. He stepped in closer massaging me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and suddenly feel his cock poking the small of my back. His scent was strong. I was starting to feel so relaxed and my head spinning a bit. "You ok", he asked "Yeah feels really good", I said moaning "Yeah your tight", he said while massaging harder. I was relaxed but could feel his now hard cock poking me. "Thank you that was great im good now", I said stepping foward and turning around. It was the first time I really looked at his face. He was handsome with his moustache. His face looked a little tired and like he has loss weight over time. We were no more than 18 inches apart. He squeezed my shoulders a couple times and the asked can he take a piss now. We both laughed and I said sure and moved past him. We both faced each other and I was trying to keep cover and my cock brushed up lightly against his leg. "Ohh sorry about that", I said blushing "Not a problem at all. We are both men and have our needs. Our cocks sometimes have a mind of their own", he said pulling out his cock to take a piss. It was huge and turgid. It looked at least 9 inches and thick. He pulled it out and started to stroke it and looked at me. He clearly wanted to show it off to me. I couldn't help but stare in awe of it. I heard him talk but couldn't hear as I was focused on looking at his mammoth meat. "Hello", Rick said "Oh yes sorry", I replied "See something you like", he said stroking his now hard cock "Uh no just never seen one that big", I said back defensively "Really you have a decent size meat. Show me", Rick said "Uhh I don't think that's right", i said softly "Cmon we are just guys. Show it to me now", he said in a nicely but sternly I dropped the towel and showed him my also now hard cock. I had a descent cock. It was just under 7 inches. (yes I measured) with average thickness. My gf always raved about my cock and couldn't get enough. "Hmmm that's a nice cock. Your gf like it?, he asked "Thanks. Yeah she does" I replied "I bet you make her crazy with that thing. Your a hot guy", he said still stroking his cock. My eyes watching "Yeah she does. She creams all over it and cums hard on it", I shared. Again not sure why as i was saying it out loud. "I bet. She just enjoys being fucked. Enjoys your cock in her making her cum over and over", he said rhythmically "Yeah", I said stroking my cock He started to pee out of his massive meat which snapped me out of it. "I better go its been a long day. Good night", I said. "Good night and pleasant dreams", he said.

If you want to know the lead-up to the moment in this story, follow the link below. I got in trouble for posting the beginning of this story in this chat room. Punishment was a bit harsh but I will wear it. I spent the next week thinking about Scout’s dad fucking his wife’s arse, and at football training, I kind of hoped his dad would visit and give me an opportunity to ask him more about it. Scout was still his distant self, so I told myself the best option was to keep treating him the same as the rest of the team. A few weeks had passed, no Scout’s dad and no fucking except for jerking off in the showers. Life was beginning to feel a little mundane. An old mate of mine from my pro football days hit me up, and we decided to go out and have a bloody good time. We kicked things off with a few lines of Coke to get the night rolling, then chilled on the deck with a smoke, beers in hand, before hitting the town’s bars. As midnight neared, we were hopping from pub to pub, deep into the night and feeling more raucous with each drink. We finally found a spot in the CBD to hang back and gather ourselves. My mate started telling me about his thatched roof back home—his wife had just found out he'd been seeing other girls behind her back. I shared a bit of my own past with my ex. He wasn’t exactly surprised; he used to be part of the footy crew that loved a party and a bit of trouble. He even reckoned he saw me eating her out after we all gangbanged her—that time’s stuck with him. Honestly, I sometimes wonder if he might’ve been the one who leaked those pics. We made our way to Collingwood. I think we grabbed an Uber. By this stage, I was fucked up. I drank and sniffed so much coke that time became a bit of a blur. I recall queuing up with my mate, trying to compose myself. My mate was in the same state. Music is pumping in the club, and I’m wondering where the fuck I was? ‘Oi, I know you lot. Used to play for the Rabbitohs, right?’ someone in the line said. ‘Used to, mate,’ my friend muttered. ‘Just so you know, this is a gay club,’ the random bloke added. ‘Fuck me!’ My mate and I burst into laughter. ‘Where the hell have you taken me?’ I asked him. He just laughed. ‘I dunno, mate. No idea how we even ended up here,’ he replied. We reached the front of the line, and the bouncer stopped us. He knew full well that we were too intoxicated, and after the comment from the random in the line, he refused us entry. I reckon because he was concerned we might cause a scene or start a fight if something were to happen. If someone were to try to make a pass at us. ‘I think it is time we call it.’ My mate said as we stood by the side of the road. He waved a taxi down. It pulled up and hopped in the back seat. ‘I’m gonna walk home, mate. I need to sober up.’ ‘Suit yourself.’ And the taxi left. I wandered the streets, having no idea where I was or where I was going. I needed a drink. Water. Something. I walked into a convenience store and walked up to the counter. ‘Where’s the fridge, mate?’ ‘Huh?’ the bloke behind the counter grunted, scratching his head. ‘Just a bottle of water, Ta. Thought I’d grab one while I’m here.’ ‘You’re in a bloody sex shop. We’re selling dildos, not bottles of water.’ I pulled my head in and looked around. I noticed a wall full of porn movies, cabinets full of dildos and all kinds of other sex toys. I had no idea how to describe or could never have envisioned how they would work. There were a couple of mannequins dressed in jockstraps and leather harnesses, which I initially thought were people and a door near the back with pink, purple, blue, and orange strips hanging in the front, waving about in the air, blowing out from behind them. ‘I need to sit down for a moment. Can I just sit?’ ‘Yeah. Out the back.’ The guys smirked. I brushed past the colourful strips into a dark and dim hallway. There was a faint beat to the low-level music. As I drew further in, the sound was soon drowned out by moaning and humping. The air had a dense, stale smell. Almost like cigarettes and a dirty men’s bathroom, but slightly different. Slightly mixed with the smell of sex. I entered a room lit only by a large screen at the far end and sat down. I must have dozed off. I slowly came to. Woken by a strange feeling on my cock. I opened my eyelids to find a man around my age sucking on my hard cock. ‘Fuck!’ I pushed him off my cock ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ ‘Wow. Sorry mate. I thought you were enjoying it. Seemed like it. You are rock hard.’ He was right. My cock was hard. But shit. I was out of it. I didn’t realise I was even getting a blow job. And from a guy from that matter. ‘Dude. I’m not gay.’ The guy sat next to me. He seemed a little puzzled, then pointed to the screen. ‘You realise you are in a gay cruise club.’ I looked at the screen to find two masculine blokes fucking. One guy with swimsuit tan lines on his arse bent over with another muscular guy fucking him from behind. ‘Jesus! How’d I get here?’ ‘Beats me, mate. But you are here.’ Every inch of my mind was telling me to get up and leave. But for some reason, I keep looking at the screen. Watching… Admiring the good-looking guys fucking. They reminded me of the lads from the football team I coach. I moved my hand to my cock and began to massage it. For a moment, I forgot the guy sitting next to me, then he caught my eye when he pulled out some glass pipe and a lighter. I turned to watch him heat the bulb at the end and smoke from it. He noticed I was watching. ‘Want to try some?’ He said as he exhaled a white cloud from his mouth. ‘What is it?’ ‘Think of it as a pick-me-up.’ ‘What? Like cocaine?’ ‘Even better. It will get you super horny.’ I figured, why the hell not? I had been partying all night, and I was already feeling a little horny from watching what was happening on the screen. I figured it might help me relax and not be so nervous about what I was watching. I grabbed the pipe, followed the guy's lead, heated the bulb at the end, and smoked. ‘Keep breathing in. Don’t stop.’ I didn’t. It was a rush of adrenaline that hit me from head to toe. I slowly exhaled and repeated the action. ‘There you go.’ I felt an instant need to fuck. I wanted to fuck. But I wasn’t going to fuck a guy. No way. But I didn’t mind watching the gay porn playing on the screen. So, I sat back and jerked for a while. ‘Enjoy your night, mate. I’d suggest exploring the club. You might be surprised.’ He hinted at me and walked off. Interested in what he suggested, I explored deeper into the dark venue. The intense stale smell got stronger the deeper I went. I had not realised how many people were in there. Men… Only men. My mind widened to who I was noticing. First, and most present were young guys, clearly drunk or high, then there were the really old men. Wrinkly, scaly, one had his shirt off, sitting on a bench, fiddling with his tiny dick. But then I noticed clean-looking guys, one in a suit sitting in a booth and a guy on his knees sucking his cock. Guys were at different stages of undress, but what caught my attention were those wearing leather harnesses or just walking around in jockstraps. One particular guy got my attention. He was large and burly, with a big, hairy belly, leaning against the entrance to a booth, wearing boots, jeans, a thick leather belt with a heavy-looking buckle, and a leather harness crisscrossing his large, hairy chest. His eyes locked onto mine, and he lifted a cigar to his lips. As he sucked, the end lit up, giving me a little bit of light to see his long, scruffy beard, then blew out the smoke, which I caught a whiff of as I walked past him. He stayed locked on me the whole time. I could hear the sound of moaning in the distance, the ruffling of what sounded like a large group of men and a hint of a thumping noise. The moaning didn’t sound normal, almost like a drunken, painful noise. Curious, I followed it to a dark room with just a sliver of light peeking through from the gay porn playing on a large screen over the other side of the wall. I walked in. It was crowded. Guys cramped in there, all facing the same direction. I could sense the rhythm of men jerking themselves, and in the middle, a figure getting fucked. I weaved my way in closer; my eyes began to adjust to the dim light. I made my way near the middle and bumped into who the guy was fucking. I was shocked at first. I couldn’t believe what I just walked into. A guy with his face and chest planted into a low, small bench big enough for only one person, while on his knees, spread wide and arse in the air, and a guy fucking him from behind. I was frozen in my state of surprise, but shocked that my instincts weren’t that of disgust. Instead, I felt my cock throbbing in my pants. ‘I’m not gay,’ I kept telling myself. Light kept flickering through. I caught glimpses of the men in the room. Some were young, fit, but most, in fact, I reckon nearly all of them were old men. Some seem like respectable older men, like the fella I saw in the hall wearing a suit, but most look weathered and gaunt. Cocks were out, guys were jerking themselves, and they all had one thing on their mind: to watch this guy face-plant in the bench getting railed. ‘Fuck, yeah. I’m cumming.’ The guy fucking moaned out. ‘Yeah. Give him your load.’ Some said in the crowd ‘Dump in him.’ Said another, somewhere in the back. The guy fucking jittered, and his fucking shortened to quick jabs as he unloaded on the guy. He slipped out as he wiped the sweat off his brow. I couldn’t believe what I just watched. I couldn’t believe that I had a rock-hard boner in my pants from it. And just as I thought the show was over, another guy moved in behind the guy. This guy was much older with a long, solid cock, and he just pushed in balls deep and started fucking. The original guy who just unloaded his cum on the guy disappeared into the crowd. All the while, the guy being fucked, moaned and grunted. It was hard to tell whether he liked it or was in agony. This was all too much. I was peaking from what I had smoked earlier and was uncontrollably horny. I unzipped my pants, pulled them halfway down my hairy thighs and grabbed a hold of my cock and jerked away like the rest of the guys in there. The light flickered again, and I could see a glimpse of the guy with his arse in the air getting fucked with his face planted into the bench. I was surprised by how young the guy was; he couldn’t have been more than 19, with sandy blonde hair and a nice physique. Kinder reminded me of Scout. As the light flickered across his face, I noticed that he seemed semiconscious. He was kinder awake, but not. His eyes were kinder open, and from what I could see, they seemed to roll to the back of his head. ‘He took a fuck load of G.’ Some leaned in and murmured into my ear. G, that was the stuff the gang of blokes gave my ex-wife when they gangbanged her. The guy who murmured into my ear moved a little brown bottle up to his nose and took a huge sniff up each nostril. He must have noticed I was watching and offered it to me. ‘What is it?’ I whispered. ‘You’ll thank me after.’ I took the bottle and followed his lead. Instantly, the already pulsing meth in my system that had me horny as fuck, elevated to a whole new level. I felt an instant rush through my body. I was gone. My concerns about my sexuality evaporated, and I was completely hooked on what I was watching. I jerked furiously. The young man with his head planted on the bench was only centimetres away from me. I watched his body being thumped to the rhythm of the old man fucking him in the arse. Every time the light flickered on his face, my cock throbbed just a little harder. The guy next to me passed his brown bottle to me again. I took another two big sniffs up each nostril. The rush hit me again. My brain buzzed. ‘What is this?’ I whispered. ‘Poppers, mate.’ I needed to get some of it for myself. ‘Fuck yeah, boy. You’re about to get my seed.’ The guy fucking yelled out. ‘Yeah! Breed him.’ Someone in the crowd followed. ‘Get him pregnant.’ Another said. Get him pregnant? I laughed to myself. How funny. He is a boy. The guys fucking started to moan and held onto the boy’s hips tight. He was cumming. He must have had a huge load, because he was in that position for a while. He pulled out, and another stepped up and pushed his cock into the boy, who moaned. ‘Fuck. How many guys have fucked him?’ I whispered again. ‘Since I have been here. I have watched 8 guys fuck and breed him.’ ‘8 guys. What?! And he knows who these guys are?’ ‘Nah mate. He is a cumdump. He doesn’t know who is fucking him. He is only here as a hole for strangers to use and breed.’ The thought of this young boy, no more than 19 years old, completely high on G, getting fucked without any protection by strangers, while semiconscious, was too much for me, and I lost control. I jerked really fast, and I felt my orgasm rise. I moaned out loud, followed by a torrent of cum shooting all over the back of the boy’s head, the side of his face and his shoulder blades. My cumming must have set off a chain reaction. I heard another guy in the dark moan, and through the glimpse of light, I saw a large cock hovering just over the boy’s head, being jerked off and ejaculating all over the boy’s face, mixed with my load. I woke up to a hand tapping me on the shoulder. ‘Dude. It is closing time.’ My eyes sprang open. Static on the large monitor. My pants were down to my ankles, my soft, crusty cock flopped over my thigh. The guy from the counter was standing over me. ‘Clearly you had a good time.’ I must have passed out. I had no idea how long I had been slumped in the chair like this. I stumbled to my feet, pulling my pants back up and left. I showered, my mind flickering through what I watched the night before. I kept telling myself that I am no faggot, and it was the drugs that made me think and feel the way I felt. But the young lad taking dick after dick and never seeing who they were kept springing to the front of my mind, and I was raging hard. I jerked off in the shower and sprayed my load across the tiled wall. ‘Fuck’, I thought. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’ I had to do something about it. Let me know what you think. And tell me what you think happens next.

deep inside while pushing in as deep as I can go.

Don't be scared. Get tested and whatever end of the stick you find yourself at, you'll be in great shape.

The neon lights of the truck stop flickered against the night sky, casting long shadows over the gravel lot filled with rumbling semis and weary travelers. It was well past midnight, and the air hung heavy with the scent of diesel and stale coffee. Inside the dingy restrooms, 18-year-old Alex leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on his face. He'd hitched a ride from the city, dreaming of adventure on the open road, but now exhaustion clawed at him. His slim frame, toned from high school track, was clad in a tight white t-shirt and faded jeans that hugged his pert ass. Unaware, he dried his hands on his pants, glancing at his reflection—innocent blue eyes, tousled blond hair, and a boyish face that screamed vulnerability. Outside, Big Jake eased his massive rig into a spot near the toilets. At 45, he was a hulking figure, 6'4" with a beer gut straining his flannel shirt and arms like tree trunks from years of hauling freight. His cock, a thick nine-incher, throbbed in his jeans at the thought of fresh meat. Jake had HIV, a secret he carried like a loaded gun, passed on from a rough encounter years back. He didn't care about protection; in fact, he got off on the risk, the power of infecting some naive kid. Spotting Alex through the grimy window as the boy exited the restroom, Jake's lips curled into a predatory grin. The kid looked lost, perfect for what he had in mind. "Hey, kid," Jake rumbled, stepping out from behind his truck, his voice gravelly from cigarettes and whiskey. "You need a lift? Looks like you're stranded out here." Alex hesitated, eyeing the burly man. The trucker seemed rough but offered a ride, and with no other options, he nodded. "Yeah, thanks. Heading east, anywhere's fine." Jake clapped a meaty hand on Alex's shoulder, guiding him toward the cab. "Hop in. Got some buddies meeting up later, but we'll get you moving." As Alex climbed into the passenger seat, Jake's eyes lingered on the boy's tight jeans, imagining how that ass would feel clenching around his raw dick. The cab smelled of sweat and leather. Jake fired up the engine, but instead of pulling out, he reached into the glove compartment for a couple of beers. "Here, loosen up. Long night ahead." Alex took a swig, not noticing the bitter aftertaste as Jake watched him closely. The drug—roofies crushed into powder—would hit soon, making the kid pliable, forgetful. Minutes later, Alex's head lolled against the window, his eyelids heavy. "Wha... what's happening?" he mumbled, his body going limp. Jake chuckled, shifting the truck into gear and driving to a secluded pull-off behind the truck stop, hidden by overgrown brush. He killed the engine and hauled Alex's unconscious form into the sleeper berth at the back. The space was cramped, with a mattress stained from past conquests and chains bolted to the frame. Jake stripped the boy roughly, yanking off the t-shirt to reveal smooth, hairless pecs and pink nipples. The jeans came next, exposing Alex's slim legs and a small, uncut cock nestled in blond pubes. The boy's ass cheeks were firm, pale, begging to be spread. "Time to break you in, boy," Jake growled, shedding his own clothes. His thick cock sprang free, veined and heavy, already leaking precum. He didn't bother with lube; spit would do. Flipping Alex onto his stomach, Jake pried the boy's cheeks apart, spitting a thick glob onto the tight pink hole. He pressed his cockhead against it, forcing inch by inch into the drugged teen's virgin ass. Alex stirred faintly, a whimper escaping as his body instinctively clenched, but the drugs kept him from fighting back. Jake thrust deep, groaning as the tight ring gripped his shaft. "Fuck, you're tight. Gonna ruin this hole for good." He pounded relentlessly, his balls slapping against Alex's taint with each brutal stroke. The boy's body rocked on the mattress, his small cock trapped beneath him, rubbing against the rough fabric. Jake reached around, jerking Alex's dick roughly to mix pain with unwanted pleasure. Sweat dripped from Jake's brow as he hammered away, feeling his HIV-positive load building. No condom—why bother? He wanted this kid marked, infected, carrying his virus forever. After twenty minutes of savage fucking, Jake buried himself balls-deep and unloaded, ropes of hot cum flooding Alex's guts. He pulled out with a wet pop, watching his seed leak from the gaping, reddened hole. Alex moaned incoherently, the drugs wearing thin but leaving him dazed. Jake wasn't done. He flipped the boy over, shoving his cum-smeared cock into Alex's slack mouth. "Suck it clean, bitch." The teen's lips parted weakly, tongue lapping at the bitter mix of ass and jizz as Jake face-fucked him, skull-fucking until he came again, shooting down the boy's throat. By dawn, Alex was chained to the berth, wrists and ankles secured with rough metal. The drugs had him in a haze, but awareness flickered as Jake climbed back in, dressed and ready to move. "You're mine now, kid. Got some pals joining the convoy. They'll love breaking you." He tossed a rag over Alex's naked body and drove toward a rendezvous point—a deserted lot where three other truckers waited, engines idling like hungry beasts. The mates were a rough crew: Tank, a bald brute with a pierced cock; Rusty, lean and tattooed with a sadistic streak; and Bull, the oldest at 50, his gut hanging over a girthy seven-incher. They'd shared loads before, passing around hitchhikers and lot lizards, but a fresh 18-year-old? That was prime. Jake pulled up, honking once. The men gathered at his cab, peering into the sleeper. "Got a present, boys," Jake announced, unlocking the chains just enough to drag Alex out. The boy stumbled, naked and cum-streaked, eyes wide with confusion and fear. "This little slut's all ours. Fresh ass, no mileage." Tank grinned, grabbing Alex by the hair and forcing him to his knees on the gravel. "Look at that pretty mouth. Bet it sucks like a vacuum." He unzipped, his pierced dick—eight inches with a thick ring through the head—slapping against Alex's cheek. The boy gagged as Tank shoved in, the piercing scraping his tongue. Rusty and Bull circled, stroking their cocks while Jake watched, his own dick hardening again. "Drug him up if he fights," Jake said, handing over a vial of poppers. But Alex was too weak to resist much, his body betraying him as Tank skull-fucked him deep, balls smacking his chin. Saliva dripped down Alex's chest as the trucker grunted, flooding his mouth with cum. "Swallow it, boy. That's just the appetizer." They hauled him into Bull's trailer, a larger setup with a makeshift sling in the corner. Alex was strapped in, legs spread wide, ass exposed and still leaking Jake's load. Bull went first, rolling on a condom but smirking as he positioned his fat cock at the boy's hole. "Gonna fill you proper." He thrust in, the latex stretching around Alex's abused ring. The teen cried out, bucking against the restraints, but Bull just laughed, pounding hard. Midway through, with Alex whimpering, Bull reached down and pinched the condom's base, tearing a small hole with his nail. "Oops," he muttered, but kept slamming, ensuring his pre-cum—and whatever else he carried—seeped in. Rusty took over next, no condom from the start. His tattooed body glistened with sweat as he rammed into Alex's sloppy hole, the boy's ass now a cum-filled mess. "Feel that? Raw and real, kid. You're gonna catch something from this." He clawed at Alex's nipples, twisting them red while his hips pistoned, cock dragging against the inner walls. Alex's own dick twitched traitorously, leaking pre as unwanted arousal built from the relentless friction. Tank flipped the sling, positioning Alex face-down so his ass jutted out. He lubed up with spit and plunged in, the piercing adding ridges of pain-pleasure. "Tighten up, bitch. Milk my load." Alex sobbed, but his body clenched, drawing groans from the brute. Tank fucked like a machine, breaking a sweat, then yanked the condom off mid-thrust—another one sabotaged earlier—and went bare, flooding the teen with thick spurts. "There ya go, infected now." Jake joined the rotation, taking Alex's mouth while Bull reclaimed the ass. The boy was double-teamed, gagging on Jake's HIV-laced cock as Bull's bare dick churned the cum inside him. The truckers rotated for hours, each breaking or ditching condoms to ensure the virus took hold. Rusty jerked Alex off during one round, forcing the boy to cum shamefully onto the floor while getting railed. By afternoon, Alex was a wreck—body bruised, hole swollen and gaping, cum oozing from every orifice. The truckers lounged, smoking and drinking, passing the boy around for quick fucks. Jake unchained him briefly, making him crawl on all fours to service each man, licking boots and balls before getting bent over the tailgate of a truck. "You're our cumdump now," Jake said, shoving Alex's face into a puddle of jizz on the ground. "Ride with us, or we leave you here leaking. But you'll want more." The drugs and abuse had broken something in the teen; he nodded weakly, body craving the twisted release. The convoy rolled out, Alex secured in Jake's sleeper, ready for the next stop. More mates would join, more loads to take, the infection sealing his fate in this endless road of depravity. Tank drove point, Rusty and Bull flanking, all knowing the kid was theirs to share, to ruin, to infect forever. As the sun set, Jake pulled Alex onto his lap in the cab, impaling him on his cock while steering one-handed. "Feel it deep, boy? That's your new life." Alex moaned, grinding down, lost in the haze of cum and submission. The truck stop faded in the rearview, but the nightmare—and the ecstasy—had only just begun. The days blurred into a haze of asphalt and ass-fucking. At every stop, the truckers added to the roster: a grizzled vet named Spike with a curved dick that hit Alex's prostate just right, making him squirt unwillingly; and Marco, a younger hauler with endless stamina, who tied Alex spread-eagle and edged him for hours before dumping raw inside. Each man knew the score—Jake's whisper about the HIV spread like wildfire, turning the sharing into a deliberate breeding session. One night at a remote weigh station, they parked in a circle, building a bonfire from scrap wood. Alex was the entertainment, stripped and oiled up, made to dance for the six truckers now gathered. His slim body glistened, cock half-hard from the poppers they'd forced on him. "Shake that ass, slut," Spike barked, and Alex obeyed, twerking until hands grabbed him. They took turns in the firelight, bending him over logs, against tires, even hoisting him between two men for a spitroast. Condoms appeared sporadically, only to be ripped or filled with holes. Marco went last, flipping Alex onto his back and folding his legs to his chest, pounding so deep the boy's toes curled. "Take my seed, poz boy," Marco hissed, erupting without barrier, his load mixing with the others in Alex's battered guts. By week's end, Alex's body ached constantly, his hole never closing fully, a constant drip of cum marking his jeans when they let him dress. Fevers came and went—early signs, Jake said with a laugh, slapping the boy's ass. "You're one of us now." The infection took hold slowly, but the truckers didn't care. They drove on, Alex chained and used, his innocence shattered on the road's endless ribbon. In the sleeper, as Jake fucked him slow and deep one night, the boy whispered, "More... please." The virus bound him, but so did the cock, the cum, the brutal brotherhood of the highway.

Apologies for spelling and grammar. Enjoy I went outside into my car and started to unload my stuff. Rick lent a hand and helped my carry stuff from my car into the room via the garage sliding door. As he was putting them down one of them fell and the box opened up which had some clothes and underwear. He grabbed one of my jockstraps and pulled them and looked at me and smiled and then put it back in the box. I blushed and went back out to the car to bring in more stuff. After we were done unloading he gave me the tour of the rest of the house. It was small and nice. He showed me the shared bathroom near my room. It was nice and had a shower tub. Over the toilet was a print of a nude man posing and partially covering his huge penis. I was surprised by it but also found it tasteful and nice. I stared and looked at with Rick noticing my staring. I looked back at him and smiled and he led me to the back of the house thru the kitchen and towards his bedroom. I heard sounds coming from it. We got to his bedroom. There was a large with a king bed in the middle, dresser and sitting area with a couch. What was making the noise was a big screen TV facing his bed. It was playing gay porn. A younger guy about my age was taking a huge cock up his ass. Rick put his hand on the small of my back and led me in further. Rick looked at me staring at the TV. "Sorry I was watching some porn before you came" he said smiling at me. His cock was now hard pushing thru his shorts. He caught me looking at his shorts area. I looked back at the TV. I dont know why but I started to get warm again. "You want to sit down and watch more", Rick asked sitting on the bed and patting a space next to him. He then shifted and squeezed his huge cock. There was a wet spot on his shorts. I stared again. "No Im good, not my thing", I said "You sure this isnt your thing", he said smiling looking at my crotch. Apparently I had a slight hard on too. "Yeah im good", I said. As I exited his room I noticed more art work of nude men all tasteful. By the door as I was walking out was one of two men having sex. You could see the ecstasy on the man on his back implying he was taking a cock from the man on him. I stopped and looked for a few seconds and then walked out. I told Rick I had to go meet my gf for dinner and was already going to be late. He said thats fine and told me how I could earn my rent is to help him clean up the pool. He said he wanted me to look at it before i left. He had a small pool in the back, maybe 250 square feet along with a small hot tub. Surprising given the small size of the house. It had leaves in it and looked a little dirty. I told him I would be happy to clean it tomorrow, Saturday. I quickly went to my room and started to change to go meet my gf. I took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts and was still partially hard and had a precum on my underwear. I grabbed my jeans and started to pull them up when I realized Rick was standing there. "Glad you enjoyed the tour of the house and my TV", he said smiling. He stared at my cock and the wet stain on my underwear. I pulled up my jeans quickly and he walked over and held a key in his hand. This is for the sliding door. See you back tonight and dont lose the key. With that he took the key and placed the key and his hand in my front pocket. His hand brushing against my turgid cock from inside the pocket. When he pulled his hand out it rubbed against my head and I felt my cock throb. I hoped he didnt feel it and then said thanks and went off to see my gf.

I graduated high school 2 years ago in a small town and took off time from school to work and make money. I finally decided to go to school. I got into a community college in a city about 3 hours from where I grew up. It was a larger city. I needed to find housing as i wasn't going to drive back and forth every day. I looked on a bunch of sites and found an ad on CL.     Room in my house for rent. Small room with bed, couch and desk and table. Has microwave. Shared bathroom. College students preferred. Room for one person only no guests allowed over. $350     negotiable. I was floored when I saw the ad. First it was about 10-15 minute drive from the college. Second it was super cheap. Most places in the area were going for $600-1000 per month. They might be bigger but that was the going rate. While I had some money saved up, I still needed to get a job in the city and pay for tuition. I immediately called the number on the ad. The landlord, Rick said I could come by and look at the place and it was still available. He asked if I was a college student and told him yes. He told me that I could come by tomorrow in the afternoon. As I had planned to drive to the city to start moving my stuff over and leaving it at my girlfriend's place later today I asked if I could see it later this afternoon. He said sure anytime after 5p. He gave me the address and confirmed the place and time. I gave him my name, Dan and told him I would see him soon. I got dressed in running shorts and tank top, I packed up my car and drove over. I told my gf I would stop by after i looked at the room. She told me that I should just live with her. I thought about it but she had some roommates and it was 30 minutes plus away from campus. I arrived at the house. It was located at the back end of a nice upper middle class subdivision. It was located a bit away from the other houses and looked modest for the neighborhood it was in. I pulled into the driveway. It was a small house, maybe 1000 square feet. It had a car port for two cars. I pulled into one of the stalls. Got out of the car and knocked on the door. The door opened. "Hi you must be Dan, I'm Rick. Come in inside", he said. I stepped inside. "Yes I am Dan nice to meet you", I said reaching out to shake his hand. He shook my hand with nice strength and held it for a bit long. "So nice to meet you. I have looking forward to getting a new tenant in here", Rick said finally letting my hand go. We stepped into the living room and he said to sit down on the couch next to him to get to know each other. I sat down and he scooted by me with him facing me, his groin at eye level. He was dressed in a tank top too and loose thin off white shorts. I hadn't noticed when I first arrived but looking down i could see the outline of his cock thru his shorts. I looked away but i think he saw me. He sat right down next to me facing me with his leg lightly touching my leg. "Why don't you tell me about yourself", Rick said I told him about growing in the small town a few hours away and that I was going to college finally. He was surprised I looked like i was still in high school or just graduated. I told him i get that a lot as people think i am younger than i am. I think part cause I am not that tall, about 5'8" and about 145 lbs. I've always been slim and also as I swam in high school i had s slender physique. The conversation went on to what I was hoping to study in school, my job i was starting, about my gf and general background. He reminded me that i couldn't have my gf over and i told him i understood. I also told him I would be storing stuff at her place until I could find a place. He told me he worked in an office, had some hobbies and had some friends he hung out with. He said he had parties once in a while at the house and if I wanted to attend i could, again alone. I found that part odd. I get not having my gf staying over but not having her with me at a party at his house didn't make sense but I agreed as i needed the room. All the while as we were talking our legs were now touching and he leaned over more as he talked. He had a strong musty smell about him. It was a pleasing smell. I asked him why he preferred college students. He said he likes younger people as it keeps him young. We talked about the terms and we agreed on the rent. He would give me a break of $350 per month iHe said one more thing. As he spoke he placed his hand on my upper leg just below my thigh. "I am gay. You ok with that?", he said looking into my eyes His warm hand squeezed my leg and it felt good. That with his smell, I started feeling warm. "Ughh yeah of course.", I said quickly but keeping my eyes with his. "Good. I might have someone over once in a while but not that often", he said still having his hand on my upper leg now on my thigh. Lets go look at the room. He stood up offered his hand and pulled me up. His strength pulled me up quickly and I kind of bumped into him. "You ok", he asked holding my hand still "Yeah just a bit warm", I said. My head at chest level looking up. He led the way and I followed him. As we walked i looked at him more carefully. He was a tall man, in his late 50's early 60's. Handsome with some balding and a moustache. He was on the slender side but also had a small pot belly. We walked thru the living room past a bathroom and then into a room. The room was small, about 150 square feet with a twin bed, desk, and dining table. There was a microwave on the dining table. The room had a sliding door that led to the car port. He turned around and asked if this was ok. I looked around and said its good. He looked at him for the first time faced towards him. His nipples pushed out of his shirt and looked like he had a piercing and his cock was now fairly hard and the outline in the thin shorts stuck out. It looked massive. "Hello earth to Dan", Rick said smiling. "The room look ok? Do i?", Rick said laughing I snapped out of my stare", Oh yeah this will work out fine." "When can I move in?", i asked "You can move in now if you like. That way you can save the trip of going to your gf place and then have to bring it back", Rick said "What about this week's rent before the new month?", I asked "Don't worry you can help me clean and do stuff around the house for your two weeks of free stay. Does that work?", he asked. "That would be great.", I said.

Was having not the best day or week (loathe Christmas) but got a message from a DL twink who looking for head whilst on his work break. Turns out he was just 14m from me in the same carpark. With the mood I was in, I didn't even need to see his pics, but he unlocked his album and I returned the favour. Damn, what a cute and sexy guy. Smooth tattooed Korean twink, hair to below his ears with fringe parted in the middle over a cherubic face. He invited me to his car, and I slipped in the back seat with him. He cleverly draped a hoodie across the window to screen us as we were in the middle of the parking lot (it was dark out). He whipped out his 17cm cock with a thick head and gentle upward curve. I took him deep straight away. Most local DL guys where I live are extremely minimal and stoical in feedback or expressions of pleasure, so it was refreshing how free he was in his moans and words. He seemed shocked by the pleasure, as if he'd never had head this good. I'm in my mid 40s, I'm starting to get more and more guys in their early 20s hitting me up. I have tended to favour guys within 10-15 years of my age. I have not really clicked with the "daddy" role, but I think it's been a slow percolation over the last two years as I've been saying yes more often to guys who are young enough to have been my sons. As long as they are the ones taking initiative to message me, I can get into it. Sometimes I am struck by how surreal it is to more often be the older, experienced one, and there is a pleasure in showing them what's possible. I was giving him excellent deep throating head, and he was close, but he pulled me off to say he wanted to suck me. He greedily sucked my thick 18cm, with its thick head and wicked upward curve, and I instinctively massaged his perineum and hole with my left hand. I had no idea if he would be into it, but I went for it and he didn't seem to mind, and perhaps he could tell how the longer I did it, the more I throbbed in his mouth. He came up for air, and knowing time was finite, I went back to work on his cock, making full use of my tonsils and throat with each thrust of my mouth. He was so far back when he came, and surprisingly quiet, that I didn't know he's unleashed until I'd pulled off and a bit of his seed slipped across my tongue (the rest of it stayed deep). It was an intense orgasm for him, and I left so he could get back to work. He texted me after to say that it was really hot, that he wanted to give me a second load but ran out of time. He's having me come back for an encore tomorrow at the same time. Then he texted me just now, after getting home from work to tell me that he was having a wank thinking about how hot it was. He sent me a short video of him stroking his cock in bed. He wants to 69 and top me, though that will have to wait until we're in a bed. I told him I'm keen to eat him out and fuck him too, but it turns out he's a bit inexperienced in that. I've been told that I fuck like a monster, and I know my cock is not one for beginners, so I'll let him be the one to seek that out. I love to get fucked, and it's beautiful to let the young and inexperienced guys top older experienced ones. It would be hot to have him as a regular! And perhaps if I'm lucky, we could be fully vers with one another. Would be heaven to breed that boy. I really should type up the other new thing I have going with a 20 year old neighbour who fucks me outdoors. It's been really fun, and what a backstory on that crazy one.

[continued from : He messaged me to say that it turns out he’s getting off work early tonight, and that we could meet up after. He really wanted to fuck me, but since that wouldn’t be safe in a parking lot, I recommended a few places outdoors safe enough for sex longer than a quickie. He chose a dead-end road just out of town and I met him there. I was still turned on from how hot it was last night, and the anticipation of getting fucked by his beautiful cock for the first time further heightened my excitement. I slipped into his car when I arrived, and as yesterday I dove straight down on his beautiful cock. His is a perfect shape because it can get past my tonsils with every stroke, and somehow still somehow breathe through my nose. I could give this guy head for hours. Eventually I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, and he in turn asked me to ride him where we were in the back seat. I manoeuvred into place, and quickly found a positioning he liked best with me holding onto the headrest while I rode him. His curved cock was perfect for this angle, and we were both having a good time. Before long, he released in me. I could feel his throbbing for a while, but I never fully stopped riding his cock, and he never lost his erection. i just kept going, and after 20 min or so, he was close but my knees needed a break, so we went outside and he fucked me from behind, bent over with my hands against the boot of the car. He stroked my cock while he fucked me, and it felt great. The bottom side of the curve of his hard cock was striking deep bass notes in me, and he responded with groans because his stroking caused my ass to tighten more. He pulled out and his first load spilled out, then said he wanted me to ride him again. He came pretty quick once I was back on him again. Then we sat and recovered for a while in his back seat. Bright moonlight, not too cold or hot, doors open. We got to talking and it was genuinely enjoyable getting to know him better. He's sweet, polite, and chill, pretty different from what I'm used to from local guys, especially with the age gap. I was really surprised and happy that he’s had it easy being gay: his parents knew he was gay before he realised it, his family is supportive, and was out in high school without any bullying. The “straightest” guy from his high school class ended up hooking up with him after high school via Sniffies. But over all he has mostly just done oral, and I’m only the 3rd guy he’s fucked. I guess it can’t be all charm and light though, because the two guys who topped him were rough and uncaring and now he has no desire to bottom. I believe it too, because most tops in this town are lousy, though it pisses me off when older guys treat virgin bottoms so shoddily. He’d never heard of PrEP and I gave him the low down on it, DoxyPEP, and vaccinations. I know it’s not necessarily a turn on, but I wanted to help him look out for himself. We probably talked for 30 min, and he was rock hard again. I sucked him for a while and he asked me to ride him again. This time he sat in the middle of the back seat. I started in the same position curved in to him, but then he asked me to ride him leaning back. At first, I wasn’t sure if there was room for that, but it ended up working perfectly and I surfed my hole along the crest of his curve. It was heaven and he was realllyyyy enjoying it. When he came, it seemed his third orgasm was the most intense. He cums deep! We exchanged names and numbers and said good night. I would love to have him as a fuck buddy, I think we could get really wild and passionate. He said next time we’ll kiss. Fingers crossed for a regular thing.

Drew came back from the gym this morning and told me to sit on the couch. He was wearing rugby shorts, a vest and his boots. I could also see he was covered in sweat and I could tell from his scent that he hadn’t showered. He ordered me to strip - I love it when he’s dominant. he told me to pull his shorts down which I did and found he was wearing his regulation jock strap. He said “I’ve been wearing this jock for weeks for you and it’s soaked in my sweat, just how you like it” I was hard as fuck - Drew sweaty and wearing just his jockstrap and boots always gets me horny. He ordered “smell my balls” I buried my face in his bulge and breathed in. He smelled amazing. He dropped his jock and ordered “open your mouth Daddy” I did as I was told and without hesitation he rammed his cock deep down my throat and pressed his balls on my chin. He fucked my throat roughly for about 10 minutes. I was choking but I kept my mouth and throat open for him. Finally he grunted “swallow my fucking load, Daddy” I felt his cock swell and his sperm filling my mouth. I held my breath as he pumped his seed deep in me. I fucking loved it and so did he. I’m so proud of my Boy taking control and feeding me his load. He made me wear his jockstrap as a mask for the rest of the morning. All morning smelling my son’s balls!

Funny story. One day my husband and I were walking our dog in San Francisco near our house. SF has these concrete trash cans that have heavy wire recycling cages at the top so people can leave glass and cans above. One day set on top was a huge paper grocery sack full of dildos. Hubz: "Now that's just taking SF recycling to an absurd extreme." The next day they were gone. Either they were thrown out or went up someone's cunt.

Don’t feel guilty about fucking young men. I’m early 50s and my Boy, Drew is 24. I’ve been training him for 5 years. I was the first man to cum in his mouth, breed him balls-deep up his arse and shoot loads deep down his throat. When I started training him he was an inexperienced lad, now he’s an insatiable cock hungry fuck pup. He’s also an experienced top and breeds my arse. I love taking his loads

Hey guys, Xmas is over - time for the real thing! Part 6: The Death of Fantasy: A Sick Fuck, a Poz Breeding, and a Broken Man The command from BREEDER was simple. "Downtown park. Public toilet by the lake. Midnight. Be at the urinal trough. Don't be late. Don't talk." You arrive fifteen minutes early. The air in the blockhouse concrete building is thick with the acrid smell of stale piss, dampness, and cheap chemical cleaner. Flickering fluorescent tubes hum overhead, casting a sickly, intermittent light that makes the shadows dance. Used condoms, like sad, deflated jellyfish, litter the wet floor. You approach the long, metal urinal trough against the far wall. It's stained with years of neglect, and you see the drain at the end is clogged with a dark sludge, leaving a shallow pool of stagnant yellow urine. A couple more used condoms float in the murky water. Your own bladder is tight with a knot of nerves. You step up to the trough and relieve yourself, the sound of your stream hitting the stagnant water echoing in the silence. Hot splashes of the old piss arc up and land on your sneakers and the cuff of your jeans. You stand there, your cock in hand, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than you have in your entire life. Every creak of the building, every distant car horn, makes you jump. The door creaks open. Heavy footsteps. A man stands at the trough a few feet away. You risk a glance. He's young, maybe mid-20s. He's painfully thin, with a gaunt face that looks hollowed out, his cheekbones sharp as knives under the dim light. His skin has a greyish, waxy sheen, and his eyes are sunken and shadowed, dark circles pooling beneath them. He's not just skinny; he's being consumed. Is this BREEDER? Your mind races. Why isn't he doing or saying anything? Does he expect me to act? What am I doing? Should I just run out of here right now? But your feet are rooted to the spot. He's not a dom; he looks like a ghost. He just stands there, pissing a thick, heavy stream that splashes against the urinal wall, generating foam in the piss pool. Finished, he shakes off and starts slowly stroking his cock. You glance over. On his slim, bony body, it looks massive and imposing, a weapon on a dying frame. You have to prove you want it. You swallow your pride, the taste of it bitter in your throat. You pull down your jeans, letting them pool around your ankles, exposing your naked ass to the cold, damp air. You bend over, stabilizing yourself by planting your hands against the grimy, slick trough and push your ass out, a silent, desperate offering. You feel him shuffle up behind you. There's a moment of stillness, and then you hear the wet sound of him hocking up phlegm from deep in his chest. A thick, warm glob of spit lands on your hole. A moment later, he shoves his raw cock into you. It's fast, rough, and impersonal. He's not trying to please you; he's just using your body to get off. His bony hips slam against your ass, a frantic, desperate rhythm. He grunts, a high, pathetic sound, and unloads inside you. He pulls out instantly, leaving you feeling empty and used. And just as he does, the door opens again. "Well, well. Look what we have here," a new voice, cold and amused, cuts through the silence. "Peter. What the fuck happened to you? You look like shit. You should really get back on those meds." Your blood runs cold. You slowly turn your head. The man standing there is powerfully built, with a shaved head and a cold, dead-eyed stare. Your eyes are drawn to the side of his thick, muscular neck, where a stark black biohazard symbol is tattooed. This is BREEDER. The young man, Peter, flinches at the voice. "I... I was just leaving," he mumbles, quickly pulling up his jeans and scurrying out without another word. You're left bent over, dripping with his load, facing the real monster. BREEDER laughs, a low, humorless sound. "Well, you obviously couldn't wait. But since you're now already lubed up, we don't need no foreplay." He's on you in an instant, pressing your face against the cold, metal wall. He shoves his hard cock into you. He's so much thicker than Peter that the burn is immediate and intense, a searing pain that makes you cry out. Peter’s load offers little slickness against the sheer size of him. "Feel that?" he growls in your ear, his thrusts so heavy and forceful that you stumble, your right foot slipping off the wet floor and landing directly in the shallow pool of stale piss. You can feel the cold, disgusting liquid seep into your sneaker, soaking your sock. "That's Peter’s toxic load I'm pushing deeper into you. He's a walking petri dish. Bet you can feel his sickness swimming inside you right now. A two-for-one special. You're a lucky little pig." He grunts as he unloads deep inside you, a long, powerful pulse that you feel in your guts. He leans in, his voice a low growl. "Enjoy my gift, you [banned word]. You're welcome." He pulls out, but he's not done. He aims his cock at your back and a hot stream of piss suddenly soaks through your shirt and jeans. You flinch, utterly humiliated. He gives you a contemptuous slap on the ass, zips up, and leaves. You're left alone in the disgusting, flickering room. Two probably toxic loads are dripping out of your unprotected ass. You're drenched in piss, one foot squishing in a sneaker full of stale urine. The fantasy is dead. The reality is a cold, humiliating violation. But instead of running, you just... break. With your jeans still tangled around your ankles, you lean your back against the grimy metal wall and slowly slide down. You feel the shock of the cold, stale piss as your naked ass makes contact with the filthy pool in the trough. You sit there for a long moment, the filth seeping into your clothes, into your skin. And then you start to cry. Not quiet tears, but wracking, gut-wrenching sobs. What did I do? The thought echoes in your head. The husband, the successful businessman... for what? Why did I take this risk? Was this experience really worth it? The shame is a physical weight, crushing you. Realizing there's nothing you can do about it today, that the damage is done, a different kind of desperation takes over. In a final, depraved act of surrender, you reach out and grab as many of the used condoms from the floor as you can reach. You hold one after the other over your hardening cock and squeeze the cooling, anonymous contents over yourself, using it as lube. The thought of all those anonymous loads, all that potential sickness, coating your own cock makes your grief curdle into a dark, twisted arousal. You pull out your poppers, take a deep, desperate hit, a second, a third, until your head is spinning and the shame and the pleasure blur into one. You start wanking. It doesn't take long. You spray your own cum all over your chest, mixing with the filth, a final act of self-destruction in the face of the overwhelming shame. Only then do you stand up, pulling your piss-soaked jeans over your filthy ass. It's the middle of December. You have to walk home through the cold, empty town, your wet clothes freezing against your skin, the smell of piss, cum, and violation clinging to you. You came seeking the "real thing," and you found it. And it was nothing like you'd ever dreamed.

I went outside into my car and started to unload my stuff. Rick lent a hand and helped my carry stuff from my car into the room via the garage sliding door. As he was putting them down one of them fell and the box opened up which had some clothes and underwear. He grabbed one of my jockstraps and pulled them and looked at me and smiled and then put it back in the box. I blushed and went back out to the car to bring in more stuff. After we were done unloading he gave me the tour of the rest of the house. It was small and nice. He showed me the shared bathroom near my room. It was nice and had a shower tub. Over the toilet was a print of a nude man posing and partially covering his huge penis. I was surprised by it but also found it tasteful and nice. I stared and looked at with Rick noticing my staring. I looked back at him and smiled and he led me to the back of the house thru the kitchen and towards his bedroom. I heard sounds coming from it. We got to his bedroom. There was a large with a king bed in the middle, dresser and sitting area with a couch. What was making the noise was a big screen TV facing his bed. It was playing gay porn. A younger guy about my age was taking a huge cock up his ass. Rick put his hand on the small of my back and led me in further. Rick looked at me staring at the TV. "Sorry I was watching some porn before you came" he said smiling at me. His cock was now hard pushing thru his shorts. He caught me looking at his shorts area. I looked back at the TV. I dont know why but I started to get warm again. "You want to sit down and watch more", Rick asked sitting on the bed and patting a space next to him. He then shifted and squeezed his huge cock. There was a wet spot on his shorts. I stared again. "No Im good, not my thing", I said "You sure this isnt your thing", he said smiling looking at my crotch. Apparently I had a slight hard on too. "Yeah im good", I said. As I exited his room I noticed more art work of nude men all tasteful. By the door as I was walking out was one of two men having sex. You could see the ecstasy on the man on his back implying he was taking a cock from the man on him. I stopped and looked for a few seconds and then walked out. I told Rick I had to go meet my gf for dinner and was already going to be late. He said thats fine and told me how I could earn my rent is to help him clean up the pool. He said he wanted me to look at it before i left. He had a small pool in the back, maybe 250 square feet along with a small hot tub. Surprising given the small size of the house. It had leaves in it and looked a little dirty. I told him I would be happy to clean it tomorrow, Saturday. I quickly went to my room and started to change to go meet my gf. I took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts and was still partially hard and had a precum on my underwear. I grabbed my jeans and started to pull them up when I realized Rick was standing there. "Glad you enjoyed the tour of the house and my TV", he said smiling. He stared at my cock and the wet stain on my underwear. I pulled up my jeans quickly and he walked over and held a key in his hand. This is for the sliding door. See you back tonight and dont lose the key. With that he took the key and placed the key and his hand in my front pocket. His hand brushing against my turgid cock from inside the pocket. When he pulled his hand out it rubbed against my head and I felt my cock throb. I hoped he didnt feel it and then said thanks and went off to see my gf. I arrive 20 minutes late to meet my gf, Jane at a pizza joint. About 15 minutes in she asked if I was ok. She said my mind seemed somewhere else. I said i was worried about starting school and getting settled into the city. We ate and had casual conversation. She asked if she could come and see my place. I said sorry that I cant take any guests over. She was a little angry. "How are we supposed to hang out?", she said. "Maybe we can go to your place or at a restaurant", I responded "And when we want to fuck?", she said "Its been a few weeks and I just got off my period", she said "Cant we go to your place", I asked "No not for the next week as my roomate has her brother over and he might hear us", she said. After that we got the check and went out to her car. We started making out and she grabbed my cock which was still hard from earlier and she pulled it out. "Someones been thinking about me", she said as she went down on me. "Ughhh fuck", I moaned. It didnt take long, more than a few minutes before I was ready to cum. Then....Thump. It was her friend banging on her trunk. Luckily she had tinted windows and at night you really cant see thru. I pulled up my pants and she got up. "Hey gf come with us to Lisa's house. She is having a party there", her friend said. My gf looked at me and asked if I wanted to go, i said no i was tired and it was a long day. She said she wanted to go and party but again had to push back and told her I was tired. She placed her hand on my still hard cock and told me to come with her. I pushed her hand away and said no. She being a bit pissed that this point said ok and we would hook up tomorrow as planned for brunch. I told her I couldnt cause my landlord offered me free rent but i had to clean the pool tomorrow. Now she was fuming. We had a set date and I had to cancel. I told her i didnt have a choice and promised the landlord i would do it tomorrow. She told me to get out and go home. I drove home and went into my room via the sliding door. I changed clothes and started to take my stuff (toothbrush, soap, shampoo etc) into the bathroom. I could hear the TV on in Rick's room. I walked closer and could hear moaning on the TV. It sounds like he was watching porn again. I quietly walked back to my room got clothes and stuff and jumped in the shower. Remembering the porn i got hard and started to stroke my cock. I was so horny between earlier in the day and my gf going down on me. After I finished i got out of the shower and was drying myself off when the door opened.

I'm neg and intend to stay that way, but lately i've been actively seeking out poz breeders on a4a and sniffies. I don't consider myself a bug chaser, but something about getting bred by a poz guy is starting to turn me on like nothing else and I don't know why. So this new year, I'm going to knowingly get bred by poz guys.

I agree with @757pozzybear and @PozBearWI - whether you test positive or not - if not knowing is causing you stress, worry, anxiety - that's far more damaging to your physical state but also ongoing psychologically - Knowledge is power - if you are positive, you have lots of choices about how you'd like to respond - but then the choice is in your control....it'll help relieve the stress to get tested. Good luck!

Indeed fear isn't going to do you any good at all. I hope you get past that, get tested and know that no matter the result, you'll get through it.

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DOCTORS WILL NEVER TELL YOU THIS: 1. Anxiety – Magnesium, B6, Omega‑3 2. Depression – D, B12, Omega‑3 3. Irritability – B1, B6, Magnesium 4. Brain fog – B1, B12, Omega‑3 5. Insomnia – Magnesium, B12, D 6. Low libido – Zinc, D, B3 7. Constipation – Magnesium, C, Fiber 8. Eye twitching – Magnesium, B12, Potassium 9. Sugar cravings – Chromium, Magnesium, Zinc Your “mental health” might be a micronutrient deficiency in disguise. Might be...

As a young guy who exclusively hookups up with older guys or at least guys 10 years or more older then me...trust me...i know, it is the best~

Well double fisted but then from two different guys otherwise it wouldnt fulfill your challenge

——- Josh ——- I woke up to my phone ringing. My head was hurting from the multitude of drinks I had last night. I hadn’t got home till almost 5am. I fell asleep as the first rays of sun broke the horizon. Mercifully the ringing stopped. I rolled onto my back and thought about last nights adventures. Me and a few friends hit up a new club then moved to an after hours place. Finally, I ended up at a sex party a cute boy at the after hours place told me about. At the sex party I managed to dump my dirty load in a hot raw otter. Before I impregnated him I fucked and precame in 4 other guys. It was a hell of a fun night. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my rock hard fat 7.5 inch uncut poz dick and began stroking myself thinking about how the boy begged for my cum not knowing it was charged. A bead of precum slipped out of my hole as I recalled the moans the otter was making as my fat cock worked his tight raw hole and prostate. His hole was so warm and tight. It felt like velvet around my cock. He moaned as I kissed his neck and stretched him open. My assault on his prostate made him shoot a huge load all over us. The feel of his tight hole squeezing my dick made me explode filling his boy hole with my own huge charged load balls deep. The metal imagine of his face as I dumped my dirty load in his ass made me shoot a huge load all over my abs. I was pulled from my post nut euphoria by my phone ringing noisily again. I groaned as I half rolled over to get my phone while trying not to get my cum on my sheets. The screen displayed “Mom”. That made me let out another groan. “Hello” I said in a very rough and gruff voice. I already had a very deep voice so the dryness of my throat made it even deeper. “Good afternoon sweat pea” the chipper voice greeted me using the nickname I’d been called all my life. “Good morning mom” I replied as I looked at my watch on the side table to verify the time. My parents lived on the other side of the country and where a few hours ahead of me. They had raised us to be up early and never waste the morning sleeping. But in my defense it was 11:30 am so it was still technically morning for me. “I hope your Saturday morning has been productive. Have you got everything ready for your brother?” She asked in her sweet voice that was also laced with a hint of the mom tone she used when she doubted us. While it annoyed me to be doubted, as usual she was spot on. My little brother Sam, how original for our parents to name us Joshua and Samuel, was coming to stay with me for at least 6 months. My genius kid brother, who was all of 21, had just graduated some prestigious tech program at MIT. He is starting a job next week at a giant tech company that is located in my city. In fact, my apartment isn’t far from their corporate campus. My parents had begged me to let him stay with me. They argued he was still young, never truly lived on his own, and needed someone to look after him. They said I’d be a good role model since I’d been “in the real world” for years. I’d always been very independent and hated living near my folks prying eyes. I had moved to the dorms freshman year and then to an apartment with friends the summer between freshman and sophomore year. I never moved back home. I loved my parents but they were just to vanilla and bland. They were religious, but thankfully not the crazy hate the gays kind, while I am more spiritual. They like book clubs (mom) and golf (dad) and idea of a exciting night is a trip to the local “upscale” chain Italian restaurant. We just ran in different worlds. I am 30 now and I moved across the country 5 years ago after I finished my doctorate of physical therapy program. I took the first job I could find on this side of the country to be able live in the area. I was drawn by the great weather, hot night life, popping gay scene, and it would make sure I kept my parents in the dark to my kinky piggy life. I took a spot with a PT practice out here right out of college. I have worked my way up and just a few weeks ago signed the paperwork that made me a junior partner in the practice. My client list includes celebrities, sports stars, and wealthy business moguls. I am very sought after and could of opened my own practice but I choose to let the managing partners do that extra work and just take the money so I could enjoy my life. Work hard play harder was pretty much my motto. Anyway back to my brother. My parents had called a few weeks ago when he’d got the job offer. It took over a week for them to convince me to agree to letting Sam move in. They tried offering money and dangling that Sam could help by “splitting the bills” as incentive but that didn’t work to well because like I said I make bank. Then they tried the family responsibility and guilt thing. That worked a bit better, they had paid for all my college so I was debt free in large part thanks to them. Finally, they pulled out the whole getting to know my brother better angle. He was a surprise baby and was 9 years younger than me. We didn’t have any shared friends or interests as kids. From the time he could turn on a iPad he had been sucked into the tech world. He started going to computer camps durning the summer at like age 10 or 11. In contrast I am more a low tech guy. I can work the basics but not interested in learning any more than that. When we had last spent significant time around each other he was a tween that was super smart but also a little socially awkward. Needless to say we weren’t fast friends. Since I moved away I visit home twice a year for 3 or 4 days at a time. During those visits if we weren’t having family meals or at an event or something Sam spent his time in his room with his computers. I love the kid but we really didn’t know each other well. I pretty sure he takes after my parents in the bland vanilla mold but figured it be good to get to know him a little bit. So I gave in and agreed to him moving in. The deal was he’d stay with me and I’d help get him oriented to the city and “being an adult” (my moms words). Then at 6 months if Sam was comfortable he could find his own place to live near me. “Yes mom I have everything ready. He won’t be here till Tuesday anyway.” I said trying to reassure her. It did anything but. “Tuesday!” She said raising the pitch of her voice. “His plane lands in 4 hours.” “No it doesn’t, Dad told me it was the 19th. I wrote it down in my planner” I said a little panicked myself. “Damn that man’s dyslexia. He must of got the 6 and 9 mixed up. I knew I should of checked with you yesterday but David told me to not pester you. But it’s too late to fret over that. You have to cancel you plans and get your brother!” She said starting to go into super mom mode. She always had everything planned out to the minute. I am really surprised it somehow slipped by that dad gave me the wrong date. Me and him are much more the pencil down the outlines and fill it in as you go types so it’s not surprising we didn’t notice. “Don’t worry mom. I don’t have any appointments today. I can get to the airport in time. Just text me the flight information.” I said as I set up on the edge of the bed using the calm tone I’d learned form dad for when mom got excited. “Don’t you use your dad’s patronizing tone with me.” She huffed before going back to her normal self. “I know you will handle it. I just worried about my baby being so far away. It’s hard for me to let go.” “I know mom. Don’t worry I will take care of the kid.” I said as I got out of bed naked and walked across the room to my master bathroom. “I know. We can count on you. He’s just so much more sheltered and reserved then you ever were. It makes me worry.” She said. “He will love it here. I will get him out of his shell.” I assured her. “I need to shower and stuff. I will text you when I get him from the airport. Talk to you later mom, love you.” “I love you too. Bye sweat pea!” She said and then the call ended. I took a long hard refreshing piss then turned on the glass walk in shower. I looked at myself in the floor length mirror evaluating my body as I did every morning. I worked almost every day and my body showed it. I was not a body builder or anything but I was very fit and cut. At 6’3 I was taller than most. I had dirty blonde hair and emerald eyes. My teeth were straight thanks to the braces I wore for years in middle school. They were also white, not the move star blind you white, but healthy and regularly looking white. My skin was tanned from my runs along the beach. My broad strong shoulders were next as I went down my body. Then my pecs and arms were next, both well muscled to compliment my body. My chest had a light dusting of hair. My back was well muscled while not being overwhelming. My abs were well defined and you could count all six. My waist was trim and only had just the barest touch of love handles. I noted to adjust my workout routine to address that. My v-line was still banging. The happy trail I kept groomed led down to the small maintained bush above my hog. It sat around 4 inches soft and was always plump. I was uncut and right now the skin hid my cock head. Below my dick sat a pair of very good sized balls that always shot huge toxic loads. Not bad for 30. I got in the shower and did a quick wash up. After I dried off I walked to the kitchen naked. I made myself a coffee and an quick cheese omelette which I ate as I reviewed some emails. After I finished eating I got dressed and went down to the parking garage and got in my Audi R8 Spyder. It was a beautiful spring day and I would of loved to ride my motorcycle but that wasn’t practical for Sam and his luggage. As a consolation I put the roof down to allow the sun and wind to blow as I drove to the airport. I parked in the appointed lot for pickups and walked into the terminal to meet my kid brother. His flight was due to land any minute. Traffic had been worse than I anticipated but I had made it before his plane touched down. I hadn’t seen him in over six months. Even then it was only quick sightings as he made brief appearances to eat dinner with us. He was in his last year of school and always seemed to have a project he needed to get back to. I scrolled on my phone as I waited for his plane to disembark and for him to make his way to the pickup area. I glanced up and had to do a double take. I recognized him by his face but the rest was a little bit of a shock. I hadn’t noticed how tall he had gotten as he was at least 6’1 now. He was in shorts and tank top which showed off his body. I observed that his arms were well muscled, he had broad shoulders, a waist that tapered to a trim V, and his legs were well muscled too. I could tell he had the same build the men in our family usually had but he also looked like he had put on some muscle since I last saw him in anything but pants and a full T-shirt or sweater. His face still had the usual innocent look to it. His bright blue eyes shinning but carrying that hint of shyness they always did. His golden brown hair was a mess as usual. His skin while a little pale looked healthy. I even got to see one of his small pink nipples as his tank slipped when he went to move the bag on his shoulder. My cock gave a bit of a jump seeing it. I love to lick and play with nipples. Especially if they were directly wired to a guys cock. Making a man hard by playing with his nips was so hot! Not that I’d ever thought about my brother that way. But objectively he was hot and if it weren’t for the whole brother thing I’d definitely had made a move. I got his attention and then walked across the room to him. We embraced in a tight hug. He smelled of body wash, deodorant, and just a little bit of must from the long flight. I also felt a rather large plump package pressed against mine as we hugged. “Hey there bro, let’s get your bags and get you back to the house. We can order some food and decompress. Sound good?” I asked as we broke our embrace. “Sure Joshie, that sounds good. I also need to shower the yuck off me.” He replied as I took one of his bags from him and we started to walk toward the exit. “Was the flight good? Is this all your stuff?” I asked realizing he only had his back pack and two suitcases with him. “The flight was fine. Long, but uneventful. This is all I brought with me on the plane. Mom shipped some stuff that should be here in a day or two. You know her, she wanted to make sure it all got here right so she arranged it all.” He said with the exasperated tone I knew all too well. “Yea, she can be a handful but she does it from a place of love.” I said as I reached up with my free hand and put it in his shoulder to give it a squeeze. His skin was warm and soft. “Yea, she does.” He replied as we got to my car and loaded his bags. It was a good thing he shipped the bulk of his stuff or my car would of been to small. We chatted pleasantly on the drive home. We got there and got his bags up to the room that would be his room. That’s when it hit me his bed wasn’t due to be delivered till Monday. I had moved in here a few months ago and hadn’t got the spare bedroom set up yet. “Ummm ok, confession Dad told me the wrong date on your arrival so your bed won’t be here till Monday. Along with the dresser and night stands. You can leave your bags in here. Until then you can sleep on the sofa or in bed with me. It’s a king so we’d have enough room.” I said realizing just how much I wasn’t prepared. He was quite for a minute and then just shrugged. “Yea that’s fine. Mom texted me about the mix up before we landed. It’s not a big deal. I can crash with you a few nights.” He said nonchalantly. “I need to use the bathroom and shower. Can you point me there and get me a towel?” He asked as he bent over and dig a shower bag from his luggage. His ass was perfect. Very round, looked firm but still with a good bounce, and just the perfect size. My cock did another little jump. “Sure. While you shower I can order us a pizza. Supreme ok?” I asked as I motioned him to follow me. “Yea that’s fine.” He said following me into the main bath that was for everyone but would be his while he lived here. I grabbed a couple towels from the cabinet and turned to hand them to him and was shocked again. He had already stripped of his clothes and was turning on the shower as he stood naked. While not as muscled as me his body was beautiful. Just the perfect muscle definition. Plus I got a quick look at the snake he had between his legs. It must of been 5-6 in soft, good and thick, hanging above a set of big balls. He had a very well trimmed patch of hair over his shaft. I looked away before he could notice. “I figured you wouldn’t care if I just dropped my clothes while you were still here. I mean we are men, brothers, and you are gay. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen.” He said as he laughed. “Yea, it’s cool. I actually stay naked most the time around the house. So dress how you want I mean it’s your place now too. Be comfortable.” I replied as I put the towels in the counter and made my way toward the door. “Cool bro. Thanks for the towels.” He said as he got into the shower. I got a sight of his incredible butt as he climbed in and closed the shower curtain. It made my cock stiffen and my mouth water. I closed the door and stood against the wall in the hall taking deep breaths. I don’t know what my body was thinking. That was my younger brother and he was straight. I needed to get a grip. ——————— Like most my stories this chapter and probably the next will be heavier on the scene setting then the sex. But don’t worry there is much of that to cum. I hope you enjoy the story!

My first times in my mid 20s were often with guys in their 40s. They were there and I liked them, so why not? Now in my late 30s I sometimes meet with a guy who's 62, and sometimes have met a guy who is 20. I see differences in our lives when we talk, but two men in bed who want to have sex there's no difference.

Here is the next chapter. I have more chapters written, but I'm editing them for content and length. I'll post them as I feel they are ready. Getting Away, Part 3 Matt awoke the next day and couldn’t shake what he’d done the night before with Snake. He was really turned on by the sex. But he was really upset at himself for letting a highly promiscuous guy he’d just met cum in his unprotected ass. Again! After he’d promised himself he would not engage in unsafe sex. Matt was drinking his coffee and listening to some NPR news story about Al Gore and George W. Buch campaigning in Florida in the same day. Matt realized he was barely listening to the radio and was instead stroking his cock through his briefs. He was rock hard thinking about Snake’s amazing cock fucking him last night. Paul got up and stumbles to the pot of coffee Matt had made. He was looking a little rough. Although they shared a bed, Matt hadn’t seen Paul after he and Snake fucked in the field. Matt allows Paul some peace to drink his coffee, Paul leans on the counter next to Matt and places his head on Matt’s shoulder. He is definitely hungover. Matt asks about Paul’s night and Paul grunts. Matt says, “I’m going for a run. Then I’ll come back and make breakfast for us.” Matt puts on a jockstrap, running shorts and running shoes and was off at a good pace. As he is running through the camp site, it was coming to life. He sees some guys having coffee outside, others doing a walk of shame/fame, workers cleaning up after the Moonlight Swim, and in one of the RV parks Matt saw a couple guys, including "July bottom," that he met last night. He jogs over to say hi. About 6-7 RVs of guys are making brunch and drinking mimosas. Before he takes off, Matt learns there is another Moonlight Swim tonight and a DJ. He waves and takes off on his run. It is just a few minutes when Matt again sees a hub of activity and guys walking to a kind of wooden band stage, chow hall thing with a faintly Native American theme. He runs by and sees folks setting up what looks like coffee and freshly fried donuts. Matt sees some of the fun guys he was in the pool with the night before and thinks he’d definitely like to spend some time with them later. So, Matt pauses his run again to say hi. The guy who had loosened Matt’s swimsuit laces the night before quickly puts down his donut and comes over to talk to the, once again, mostly naked Matt. Matt agrees to meet them at the pool later. Matt leaves off on his run again listening to the good-natured banter behind him. At this point, Matt decides to turn out of the park and really stretch his legs for a few miles. Matt needs to think. Running helps him think. As Matt runs, he replayed the events of last night and realizes that while Snake had clearly wanted to fuck him bareback; it was Matt who sat on Snake’s beautiful cock knowing they didn’t have a condom and Matt who had asked Snake to cum inside him. Matt knew it wasn’t safe behavior, but he couldn’t help but be turned on by it. He admits to himself that he wants Snake to cum inside him again. But Matt also knows that he should play safe. He really didn’t know Snake at all and what he does know is that Snake loves fucking guys, is good at it, and has many partners. Matt assumes that Snake fucked most of them bareback too. Matt runs what seemed to be about 3 miles before turning for the park. By the time Matt returns to the park he was sweaty, has decided to use condoms with Snake the rest of the weekend, and that he was going to make French toast and bacon for Paul because that would help with the hangover. Matt jogs back, sees Paul nursing his hangover on the porch, checked on him, gives Paul a kiss on the cheek and gets in the shower. In the shower, Matt congratulates himself on making the decisions he made to engage in safe sex and overcome his desire to feel Snake cum inside him. As Matt starts cleaning out he thinks about Snake cumming inside him again, Matt’s cock hardens. By the time Matt is done cleaning out, he is so turned on by the thought of Snake cumming in his ass that he jerks off in the shower while fingering his ass with shampoo. Paul and Matt eat breakfast and decide to head over to the pool with a cooler of Bloody Marys and snacks. Matt remembers to bring condoms with him in the pool supplies. When Paul sees the condoms, he asks if Matt used one last night. Matt blushes and says he forgot them when he changed clothes. Paul pulls Matt in for a one-armed hug and says, “Slut.” They laugh. Matt is in the white speedo today and a very loose, revealing tank top cut all the way down the sides to his waist. When they get to the pool and are setting up, a couple bears whistle at Matt’s outfit. He says, “It’s August. It’s hot. Why not?” One of the bears says, “You look very sexy today.” The boys all intro themselves and the bears group grows as their friends arrive. It is a very chill late morning. Around lunchtime, a group of the bears are going back to their camping area for burgers. They invite Paul and Matt who tag along and bring their cooler. As they get close to the camping area, Matt sees Snake over by a fairly disused cabin. Matt goes over to say hi. Snake perks up when he sees Matt and says how hot he looks in his white speedo and tank top. His rough hands immediately feel under Matt’s shirt and his ass. Snake says, “Fuck you look so hot.” Snake kisses Matt. Matt feels Snake’s cock. Snake is already chubbed up and as soon as Matt touches the cock, it becomes rock hard. Snake’s hand slides into Matt’s speedo and he grabs Matt’s ass. Matt moans. Snake says, “I gotta fuck you.” Matt says, “Fuck yes.” Then Matt hesitates and says, “I brought condoms this time. We really should use them.” Snake looks at Matt. This hot, sexy twink is really one of the best fucks Snake has had in a while so Snake stifles his impulse to tell Matt "what’s the point of a condom now?" Instead, he humors the boy. Snake says, “Whatever you want babe.” And as he says it, he slips Matt’s speedos down his legs and they fall on the ground. The guys making lunch are watching all this happen. Paul rolls his eyes, chuckles to himself, grabs the spatula out of the distracted cook’s hand, and tosses a couple of burgers on the fire. The bears are all staring at the sex scene unfolding in front of them. They watch as the camp site worker gets the tank top off Matt who is now completely naked, and leads him inside the cabin. With the door open and completely in eyesight of the group of bears, the camp site worker undoes his pants, takes out an awesome cock and slaps it on Matt’s ass. At this point a couple of the bears walk over for a better view because clearly Matt and the worker don’t mind an audience. Matt is slightly bent over some bags of garden supplies with his legs spread and Snake’s cock rubbing in his crack. Matt reminds Snake of the condoms and lube in his bag, which is miraculously just inside the cabin door and not outside with Matt’s clothes. Snake kneels to get the supplies, grabs the condoms, goes to hand a couple to Matt and they fall to the floor. Snake grabs the lube. Matt leans over to pick up the condoms as Snake turns back to Matt. He sees Matt’s hole as Matt leans over and he can’t stop himself, Snake’s tongue goes right for it. Matt is surprised but moans as the wet tongue slips into his ass. A small group of the bears are now less than 30 feet away as they watch the scene unfolding. Matt’s ass is getting eaten intensely by the camp worker. The preppy, good natured twink is moaning like a slut as his ass his eaten. They see the camp worker lubing and jerking his cock as he eats Matt’s ass. They see the condoms on the floor and assume the boys are going to fuck. But they are not surprised that this preppy boy would play safe – almost all of the bears play safe, almost all of the time. Matt and the camp worker reposition themselves, so Matt is on all fours and the camp worker is eating his ass and lubing Matt’s cock. Matt is loving the attention, and the wet tongue feels amazing on his ass. He sees the condoms on the floor in his sex induced haze and he is happy he brought them. Matt feels Snake’s impressive cock rubbing on his ass and he moans knowing soon it will be inside him. Matt remembers how good it felt last night. Bareback! Cumming Inside His Ass! Filling Him Up! Matt reminds himself to be a good boy. Matt strokes his cock. He wants to be fucked so badly. Snake watches the twink getting lost in his desire to be fucked. Snake knows he has Matt almost where he wants him. Snake wants Matt to take it bareback so he leans his body on the twink's back and kisses Matt’s neck. He rubs his cock in Matt’s crack and catches the head on Matt’s hole a few times. Snake says, “Fuck babe. I want to fuck you the same way we fucked last night.” Matt softly moans, “Me too. But….um” Snake says, “Can I put it in bareback again? I mean you already have my cum inside you right? Can I add some more in you?” Matt feels Snake’s cock pushing on his hole and it feels good. Matt looks at the condoms on the floor knowing they should use one. Matt says, “Just fuck me.” Snake smiles and says, “Bareback?” Matt lets himself get lost in lust and says, “Yes. Fuck me bareback.” The bears don’t know what the boys said to each other, but they watch as the big cock slides slowly and determinedly into Matt’s willing hole. They notice that the camp worker did not put on a condom. This preppy twink they’ve been hanging with and lusting for all morning is get fucked bareback right in front of them. The preppy twink who gives off “good boy” vibes is taking it bareback with unopened condoms literally right next to him. One of the bears cums in his swimsuit watching the scene. Another drops to his knees and fishes out the hard cocks of three of his friends and starts giving head. In the cabin, Matt and Snake are in the midst of a hot fuck. Matt is moaning and pushing his ass back to meet Snake’s thrusts. Snake is holding the twink’s hips tightly as his cock is buried bareback up this ass, again. Matt loves how he feels full of Snake’s cock and when the cock rubs his prostate, Matt grunts and moans in pleasure. Snake is as turned on by getting Matt to give in and take in bareback again. Snake wants one more thing to make his conquest of this twink and his amazing ass complete. He smiles as he fucks Matt thinking about it. He knows Matt will do it but doesn’t know if he’ll do it enthusiastically. Snake picks up his pace for a bit, then grinds his big cock on Matt’s fuck button, then picks up the pace, and grinds on the fuck button again. He does this a few more times. Snake thinks he’s got Matt in a fuck stupor now and he says, “I’m getting close babe. Where do you want my load?” With no sense of his own voice Matt starts moaning, “In me. In me. In me.” But it is so soft that while Snake knows what Matt is saying instinctively; Snake actually can’t hear the twink's words. Snake says, “I am close babe. I can’t hear you. Do you want me to cum inside you or pullout?” Matt responds, louder this time, just loud enough for the bears to hear him; “Don’t pullout. Cum in my ass. Cum inside me.” Snake is so turned on by the twink’s complete reversal from safe sex/use a condom nature less than 15 minutes ago into a cumdump begging for his load. His conquest complete, Snake shoots a load in Matt’s ass. Matt is jerking his cock and shoots on the floor of the cabin. Two of the bears cum on their friend as they hear the preppy twink beg for cum in his ass. The bear sucking cock focuses on the cock in his mouth and jerking himself as his friends loads drip down his cheeks. Snake surprised and overwhelmed by his orgasm slides out of Matt’s ass and sits back on his haunches, then leans against the bags of garden materials, exhausted. Matt joins Snake against the bags. He feels well fucked but is not as tired as Snake. For the first time, Matt looks around. He sees his bag, the lube, the unopened condoms, and then outside he sees his clothes. Matt is startled….OUTSIDE! He says to Snake, “Oh my god. I didn’t know the door was open. People probably saw us fucking.” Barely aware of his surroundings, Snake says, “And we gave them a fucking great show if they did watch. You are a great fuck.” All Matt can think is that guys probably saw and heard him get fucked bareback. Matt’s mind is moving a mile a minute trying to process how he was so set on condoms this morning, brought them today, and still gave in to wanting bare cock inside him. Snake runs his hand over Matt’s naked, sexy, athletic body and says, “Come here.” He pulls Matt to him and kisses Matt in a way Snake hasn’t kissed a guy in a while. Snake feels true appreciation for how he feels right now and the things this twink did to exhaust him so much. He says, “That was probably the best sex I’ve had in years. I am going to want some more. Is that okay with you?” Even Snake is surprised at how kind, respectful and caring he sounds. Matt smiles, says yes, and kisses Snake back. The boys hear a noise outside, quickly disentangle themselves, and Matt gingerly goes out to get his shirt, speedo and flip flops. He sees it was the two of the bears. One is on his knees covered in cum and the other one is standing over the first having clearly just shot his load. Matt, feeling a little better about putting on a show, smiles awkwardly and says, “Did you boys enjoy the show?” The guys both say they did and how hot it was. Snake gets dressed. Matt slips on his speedo, shirt and flip flops, collects his things and walks back to their campsite for lunch. The bears keep talking about how fucking hot the sex scene was….”like out of an 80s porn” one says. The other says, “But he shot inside, so not totally an 80s porn.” The two bears laugh and agree. Matt realizes these guys aren’t judging him, but laughing with him. Matt’s anxiety about the situation slips away. The self-confident, preppy, good natured attitude returns. Matt turns and sees Snake watching him walk away. He smiles and waves at the man who just filled his ass with cum. They get back to the campsite. Matt grabs a burger and sits on a big rock next to Paul, who is on the ground. Paul smiles, leans his head on Matt’s leg, looks up and softly asks, “Used a condom this time?” Matt looks at Paul, who is smiling knowingly up at Matt, and says “Asshole.” Both boys laugh.

Getting Away, Part 2 Matt is getting dressed for the Moonlight Swim and camp fire. Paul comes out of the bathroom and says, “Who did you clean out for?” Matt blushes a bit. Paul slaps Matt’s ass and says, “The enema in the shower was a good clue.” Matt says, “You know me, I always like to be prepared. But, I am hoping to have some fun tonight. There are a lot of hot guys here.” Paul says, “I already got some this afternoon. A cute college guy who is here this weekend with his roommates. Apparently the roommates are all bottoms.” Paul chuckles and says, “That is going to just be a disaster when they get back to campus and are competing for the same pool of available tops.” Matt always enjoys the way Paul revels in being a top. The top to bottom ratio almost always favors the tops wherever they are. Paul takes advantage of it and likes to have bottoms compete for his attention. Paul is already dressed in a bathing suit and open shirt and flip flops. Matt is still trying to decide what to wear. He wants to wear the white speedos to show off for Snake, but he knows that no one will see the effects of them at night. He has a really skimpy blue pair, but those don’t seem right. He also has a bathing suit that ties in the front like football pants. Paul is lounging in the living room watching Matt pick out an outfit. Paul starts teasing Matt about how much time he’s taking. Paul says, “Will it help you decide if I fuck you? Your naked ass is turning me on.” Matt laughs and says, “Fuck off.” Matt decides on the blue speedos with some shorts over them and an open shirt. Matt puts some condoms in his shorts pockets and says, “Ok. I’m ready.” Paul says, “What are the condoms for?” Matt says, “I don’t really know anyone here and I don’t know……I kinda feel like I should play safe.” Paul shrugs and says, “Whatever makes you happy.” The boys start walking to the Moonlight Swim. Matt asks Paul if he wants a condom and Paul says, “No. That college twink let me blow my load up his ass earlier. I’m going to see how many other bottoms have my cum in their ass by the end of the weekend.” Matt chuckles and calls Paul a slut. Paul says, “Bottoms can do what you are doing and bring condoms, ask me to wear them, etc. But I bet most won’t this weekend. Just like the guys we know from the bars. I can’t remember the last time a bottom who asked me to wrap it up. Probably that 35-year-old dude I fucked from AOL a couple times last year. He was so gorgeous, but that condom thing was annoying.” Matt chuckles and says, “That guy was fucking ridiculously hot. I remember when we met him. I thought you were going to actually drool on him.” They laugh. As they near the pool, Matt feels self-conscious about his outfit. He asks Paul how he looks and Paul says, “Matt you look great. As always.” Matt says, “I think I should wear the football tie trunks. I’m going to run back and change.” Paul shrugs and watches Matt run back to the cabin. Paul goes to the pool area and starts to mingle. In a couple minutes, Paul has a drink in his hand and is chatting with some of the guys. Matt gets back to the cabin, strips off and puts on the other trunks and a different shirt and at the last minute decides to put on sneakers because he has a feeling he’s going to wind up in the woods later tonight. Matt smiles, grabs his towel, and runs out the door. Matt jogs back to the pool area. The music is on, Matt finds Paul and gets introduced to a few guys. Matt doesn’t see Snake around and is a bit disappointed, but there are plenty of other guys to flirt with. Matt decides that Paul was right….no one knows Matt here. He doesn’t have the same stigma as a bareback slut, cumdump, bottom whore, etc that he has back home. For the first time in a while, Matt feels like no one is judging him. As the night goes on, Matt gets in the pool and realizes how handsy the moonlight swim is going to be each night. Guys have rubbed his ass, brushed his cock, stroked his chest and abs, massaged his shoulders. Matt is enjoying the attention. He even allowed a guy to loosen the ties on his trunks and stroke his cock as he rubbed his ass on the guys barely concealed speedo clad cock. It was only seeing Snake walk through the area that kept Matt’s trunks on. Snake walked through sweaty and dirty and had a smear of soot or something on his clothes and on his cheek. Matt’s cock jumped on seeing Snake. Matt got out of the pool, retied his trunks, grabbed his towel and walked over to the fire pit area. Snake smiled seeing his prey walking toward him. Snake thought to himself, “this hot twink is going to be the easiest guy I’ve turned out all summer.” The other couple guys at the fire pit were regulars at the camp site. They saw the sexy twink walking toward them and hoped this was Snake’s weekend project. Snake introduced Matt around to the guys. Snake went off to get some more wood and pile it nearby for ready access during the fire pit. Snake leans into Matt and says, “If I get enough wood for the fire pit now, we can sneak away and they won’t be looking for me to get more wood for awhile.” Matt asks if Snake needs some help. Snake says “Naw babe. Carrying all this wood keeps me in shape for you.” The guys all laugh at that. Matt talks with the other guys as they watch Snake bring over some more wood. A bit later some twink comes over to the group looking annoyed and asking for Snake. One of the guys says, “Here’s trouble.” The guys point toward Snake who is carrying more wood toward the fire pit. The twink walks right up to Snake and starts talking to him. He looks really upset. Matt is watching and curious about what he sees and is getting anxious. Matt starts thinking that, like Paul says, this twink might be in competition for “his top.” The guys Matt is standing with see that Matt is getting anxious. One says, “Don’t worry kid. Snake is monogamous with his weekenders.” Another says, “Yeah. One guy each weekend.” They all laugh. “One bottom anyway,” says another. Then the first guy looks at the last guy who spoke and says, “When were you his bottom? One July weekend last summer.” Still laughing that guy says, “That was one fucking wild and slutty weekend.” Matt is not laughing. He is just staring at the guys now. The July bottom sees that Matt is not enjoying the conversation and he pulls Matt aside. “Hey. Don’t think about things too much,” he says, “Sure. Snake has a reputation of getting around, but it’s all in good fun. You are up for the weekend. He works here. It’s not like you thought this was going to be your new boyfriend right?” Matt says, “Yeah. I mean I guess you’re right. It’s just weird hearing that I’m a piece of meat to Snake.” July bottom says, “Aren’t you treating Snake the same way though? Were you going to send him love poems on Monday?” He smiles at Matt, then continues. “If you get upset about casual sex, you’ll end up being like that guy over there all sad that Snake isn’t going to stuff his holes all weekend. Or you can just go with the flow and have fun.” Matt shrugs. He supposes that the guy is right about all this, but he can’t help feeling a little disturbed by the whole thing. July bottom rubs his hand down Matt’s back to the top of his swimsuit and says, “Or we could have some fun. I’m not as big as Snake, but I fuck ass really well.” Matt looks at the guy, early 30s, trim build and a thin, angular face. Matt considers the offer, but then thinks about Snake’s cock. Matt says, “Can I take a raincheck?” They both laugh. Matt feels okay again about things. He is calming down. In his own mind, Matt realizes he was judging Snake for being a slut. Which is the exact same thing Matt is upset about guys judging him for being. Matt decides to let Snake fuck him. Besides, he brought condoms. No problems there. The fire pit starts and there is some guy from the camp site in charge. When the fire gets going, Matt sees Snake go to the guy in charge and talk. Snake comes over and says, “Come meet my boss. Then we can get away for a few minutes.” Matt comes over to meet the boss. He says his name is Richard, not Rich or Richie, or whatever. The guy welcomes Matt to the camp site and asks if Matt is having a good time. Matt says yes and that everyone is so friendly. Richard says, “Matt, have you ever been in a place filled with gay men who weren’t friendly toward you? You are young, attractive and have an awesome body that you are showing off tonight. I think everyone in the camp site would love to fuck you.” Matt blushes but doesn’t know what to say. Richard turns to Snake and says, “Adrian I need you back in 20 minutes or so. There is something causing the wood to burn fast. I think the fire is getting too much air.” Matt follows Snake/Adrian away from the fire pit. They walk until they are in a dark part of the grounds, not as far as the woods, they can’t see the crowd really, but they can make out figures and hear the music and hum of the conversation. Snake says, “Damn you look so sexy in this swimsuit. I always wanted to fuck a guy wearing those football pants.” He pulls at the strings. Snake leans in and kisses Matt for the first time. Matt reaches out and rubs Snake’s muscled arms. Snake gets Matt’s strings/laces open and says, “Take those off.” Snake takes Matt’s towel and lies it on the grass. Snake takes off his shorts and boxers and lies down. Matt gets out of his swimsuit and now, naked except for his sneakers he bends over to take Snake’s fat cock into his mouth again. Snake lies back and looks at the stars and says, “Fuck there is that great mouth again.” Matt takes encouragement from his top and starts really going to town on Snake’s cock. Taking it all the way into his throat, choking on it some, his spit coating the cock. A few minutes in, Snake says, “Babe. You gonna give me that ass?” Matt grabs his swimsuit to get a condom and straddles Snake in one motion. His ass rubs on the cock and Snake says, “Yeah babe. That’s it. You want that cock in you right?” Matt says, “Yeah I do. I want to feel you inside me.” Matt feels his swimsuit for the pockets and it’s like a light goes off in his head. He realizes he changed swimsuits and left the condoms in his other shorts at the cabin. Matt says, “Do you have a condom? I just realized I left mine at the cabin.” Snake says he doesn’t. Snake’s hands are on Matt’s slender hips and is rubbing his cockhead on Matt’s hole. Matt says, “I promised to be good this weekend. I can run to the cabin and be back in a few minutes.” Snake says, “Hey. It’s no big deal babe. But I can’t wait for all that. You heard my boss. I need to be back in a few minutes.” Matt bites his lip. Snake rubs his cock on the bottom boy’s crack. He can tell Matt wants to sit on his dick. Snake says, “It’s fine. We don’t have to fuck. If you want to wait until we have condoms, I’m okay with that. I like good boys.” Snake smiles at Matt and leans up on his elbows to kiss him. Matt relaxes into the kiss and Snake feels the inevitable happen. Matt’s hole relaxes around Snake’s cock head and he starts to sit down on the cock. Snake let’s Matt realize that he is letting a cock inside him without a condom. He looks up at Matt and watches Matt’s face as he struggles with the size and his decision to ride it bareback. The saliva coated cock slides into Matt’s ass easily because Matt has been so turned on all night. He looks at the soot-smeared, sweaty face in front of him. Matt knows this guy fucks a lot of guys. A new guy every weekend. Matt knows he shouldn’t keep riding this cock without protection. Matt continues to sit on the cock taking more and more into him though and looks into Snake’s eyes as he does it. The cock hits Matt’s prostate and Matt takes in breath. He has almost the whole cock in him now. Snake smiles and kisses Matt. He knows the bottom boy won’t be thinking about that condom now. It’s the same every weekend, the bottom always mentions a condom but almost always give it up bareback. Snake has watched over a dozen men this summer alone struggle with the decision to forego the condom. The only two questions in Snake’s mind tonight are will he take my load; and will he beg for my load if he takes it. Snake almost cums imagining this preppy twink begging for his load. Snake lies back on the towel and lets Matt ride his cock. Matt is feeling this large cock, larger than Paul’s cock, stretch his ass. He is getting used to it and riding it at the same time. It doesn’t hurt but the size is a bit uncomfortable. Matt keeps sliding up and down and realizes that Snake’s pre-cum must be lubing his ass because it’s starting to slide easier. He’s liking it more now. Matt puts his sneakers flat on the ground and starts sliding his tight runner ass faster on Snake’s cock. Matt is starting to think if he should ask Snake to pull out to cum. Matt is conflicted about it. He knows nothing about this dude except that he has a big dick and is fucks a lot of ass. But, Matt loves it when guys cum in his ass. He’s thinking about it as he rides Snake’s cock. Snake says something, but Matt is too distracted to hear him. Matt asks Snake to repeat it. Snake says, “I’m going to cum soon if you keep riding me like this.” Matt says, “Do you want me to stop?” Snake says, “Do you want to stop?” Matt says, “No.” Decision made. Snake says, “Tell me what you want.” Snake wonders if the bottom will say it. Most of the bottoms Snake fucks either aren't ready to admit what they want or aren’t slutty enough to say they want the cum in their ass. Doesn't stop almost every bottom from taking his load up their ass though. Matt wonders if he should get off this cock now before Snake cums up his unprotected ass. Matt is totally focused now on the word “unprotected.” He is about to get off Snake’s cock before he cums. Snake licks his hand and spits on it. He wraps it around Matt’s cock. The calloused hands are rough in just the right ways on Matt’s cock. Matt is now totally focused on blowing his load. Matt moans loudly. Snake says, “Tell me what you want.” Matt, without a second thought now, loudly says “Cum in my ass.” As he says it, Matt cums on Snake’s chest and face. Matt shoots far onto the grass. Snake, feeling the contractions in Matt’s ass, shoots his load in Matt’s ass. Matt says, “Fuck I can feel you shooting in me. It is so warm.” Snake smiles. He’s pleased that this preppy twink asked for his load. That made his night.

I mean you'd think! But still guys feel they need to ask. I guess it is weird and a bit rapey for guys to just come up and slide their dick or fist in someone so I get why they'd hold off until they got a specific signal, I just love the feeling when a guy takes what he wants and knows you won't stop him.

I have never really had a goal but if I were to have one I guess it would be to get fewer STD’s and maybe be more selective? lol that one is probably going to go out the window. I take any and all dick. Probably explains the stds too! Lol

Chapter 2 - Buck It was just after midnight as I locked the door. It had been a good night and bad night. It had been Jayden’s last shift with us. He graduated a few weeks ago and was now moving across the country for his new job. It had been a busy night. All night long the regulars that made up the bulk of our sales came in to get a pie and say goodbye to him. He was loved by staff and customers alike. He was the first person I hired, besides my best friend and the shops second in charge Anthony. We had only been open a few months when we realized we needed more help. Jayden lived a few blocks away and saw our sign for help and applied. He was a great hire. Hard worker, smart, resourceful and great with guest. He could work all the areas in the shop but he was best suited for and normally worked the counter. He was an expert at customer service. Him being a cute flirty twink definitely helped. I climbed into my old reliable truck that I have had forever. I thought back to when the shop started and what inspired me to change my life and open my pizza shop. I had been a professional chef, went to school, spent a summer in France working at a prestigious restaurant, all that stuff. At 30 I had worked my way up to sous chef at one of the most elite restaurants in the city. Me and my fiancé, Chad, had just celebrated 10 years together. He was a successful realtor. We lived in a beautiful townhouse in one of the best parts of the city. That all changed when I got a cold I couldn’t seem to kick. It was summer so it was unusually for me to be sick. I rarely even got sick in the flu months. I made an appointment and went to my doctor who did some tests, but we also decided to do my regular STI check since I was getting other labs done. Considering Chad and I were monogamous and had been our whole relationship it seemed like over kill to test every year for STIs. Luckily my doctor had always insisted. He gave me some meds to help with my cold and sent me home. He called the next day and asked me to come back to the office. I didn’t know why but I soon found out. Well lo and behold I tested positive for HIV. I was shocked, I asked him to test again, but he said he had run the test twice to be sure and I definitely had it. He told me to go home for a few days, rest, stay home from work, and then we could meet again in a couple weeks to go over the options. When Chad got home that night I had all the evidence I needed to comfort him. The texts on his tablet linked from his phone, the pictures and videos he had tried to hide in a hidden folder, the website history to the hookup sites he’d been using. Chad confirmed it all. He told me he known for a few months he’d been poz. A hookup lied to him and gave it to him. He figured it wasn’t a big deal since I always topped I pointed out that on our anniversary he had bred me. I demanded to know if he stopped to think about the chance of infecting me before he fucked me that night. Again, he blew it off saying he thought it be low risk since it was just once. Well that led to even more fighting and yelling. In the end we split. I went to my parent’s house. I told them partial truth, Chad had cheated and we broke up. Over the next few weeks Chad and I came to an understanding. He’d buy me out of the town house (at a premium), we’d split up our stuff with me getting anything I wanted, and then never talk to each other or our to the others families again. We had a strict no tell agreement for both us on our status to families and friends. Part of the deal and why I got the lions share of our assets was because I agreed that if by chance my family found out I was poz, I’d agreed not to name him as the culprit. In those weeks we figured all that out I had also decided to leave the high pressure world of the elite restaurant game. I was sick of living life in a kitchen bending to others demands. My head chef was a tyrant. Most I had worked for were. I decided life was to short. I went back to my doctor 3 weeks after I’d tested hiv positive. We talked about it. He was only 5 years older than me but I had known him forever as our family were friends. He actually surprised me when he admitted he was positive too. He had not told his family about his status and assured me mine didn’t have to know. He also told me he had been a chaser. That there were lots of guys out there that wanted the “gift” he called it. He went over the normal treatment plan for those with hiv but he also told me how we could keep me off the antivirals. We’d just need keep an eye on my blood work and when it got to a point I needed it we could put me on meds. I was confused and curious. He sent me home and told me to think about it. When I got home he had sent me a ton of links to different poz websites. He also sent a ton of poz porn links. After a few hours I was hooked on it. It flipped a switch in my mind. The idea of being a part of someone forever. Changing their dna and life. It made me hard and I shoot gallons that night thinking of doing it! The next morning I meet my realtor, who didn’t know Chad thankful, and toured a red brick building in a working class part of the city. I wanted to open a very basic pizza shop. Serve good quality pizza at a decent price and make sure we had excellent customer service. I loved the building. It was a perfect fit for what I needed. Just the right size. No other pizza shops were near by. There was a free city parking lot across the street for those coming to carry out. It was just what I needed. I made an offer and a few days later we closed and signed on the line. I paid all cash, thanks to the money Chad paid me for the town house. I came up with the name for the pizza shop by chance. One day as my tattoo artist was inking my right peck with the red scorpion tattoo I had decided to get it hit me. I’d call it Scorpion Pizza and the tat I was wearing would be the store logo. After I left the tattoo shop I went and meet Ant (Anthony) at his place and told him about my idea. He had already agreed to help me remodel and then run the pizza shop. He was my best friend since childhood. He was the only person close to me I told about being poz. He was cool with it and even cool with the gifting side. He was bi, but we never fooled around. Just weren’t each other’s types. He was on prep but admitted the poz idea was hot. He was completely behind the name and the scorpion logo. He even joked about the laughs we’d have every time we looked at the logo at work knowing the true meaning. The renovation and set up didn’t take long. We were open and going in no time. We had basic menu with 10 speciality pizzas and a creat your own pizza as option number 11. We only had 3 sizes of pizza (small, medium, large) and only one type of crust. The only thing we sold besides pizza was 2 litter bottles of soda. Even then we had Cole, Diet Coke, and Sprite. We were going to keep the menu simple and concentrate on quality of the food and on customer service. I didn’t know it when I bought the building but the shop was in an area highly populated with LGBT+ members and creative artist and such. With us being queer owned our first few customers were glad to spread the word around the neighborhood. Thats when business picked up and Jayden came on board. He was also actually the first of what we now call scorpion boys. I knew the scorpion, especially the red and black one, was know in the chasing community but I found out quickly a lot of our gay customers knew exactly what it meant. Even those that were not poz or chasing. They all seemed to embrace it. That is when they started calling Ant and Jayden the scorpion boys. I was bestowed the name daddy scorpion. We all had a fun laugh at it and moved on. Till one day I was closing with Jayden. It had been slow. We had all the prep work for the next day complete and all our cleaning was done. So we were just talking. I was 31 by this time, 8 months poz, and not yet had sex with anyone. Jayden was 19, 5’6, 130 lbs, slim and very twinkish. Had a sweet angelic face. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. His skin white and soft to the touch. He also had a nice tight round ass. Not too big but it was firm and round. His tight pants showed me that from day one. He also had a nice bulge in his pants. Not that cock size mattered to me as a top. I mean I have 8 in dick that is beer can thick so I am no slouch below the belt. But sucking on a hung bottom’s big dick then playing with it as I fucked him was always fun. But I wasn’t going to put my shop on the line for it. That night changed every thing. He startled me with a question as we waiting for closing time. “So daddy Scorpion, how long have you been poz? Are you on meds?” Jayden bluntly asked me with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. “Umm well, I shouldn’t really talk about this with you but I guess I can. I been poz about 8 months. I haven’t started my meds yet.” I answered with a red face. “Very nice. Does daddy Scorpion have any poz sons yet? I have seen the tat on your chest that we use for our logo. Well they are almost exactly the same. Your tat has blood drops, the logo doesn’t.” Jayden said ignoring my obvious awkwardness around the subject. “You got me again, the shop name and logo came from my tat. But we decided it was best to leave out the blood. And, umm I haven’t had sex since I tested positive.” I answered with more awkwardness. “We, is it??? Is Ant poz too? Does he have a tat hidden away?” Jayden pushed. “No, he isn’t. He is neg on prep. But he is supportive of me.” I replied. Jayden had been getting closer to me as we talked. He was now only a foot away from me. he licked his lips and gave me a devilish smile. “So no poz sons yet. That’s a shame. Are you not into that? You said you aren’t on meds. So that’s a bit contradictory to you not being into poz play. Or is it that you just haven’t found the right boy yet to be the first to knock up?” He asked as I felt his warm breath on me. “Wel”, mmm, I guess, umm.” I started then spit it out, “I am into poz play. I have a ton of poz porn website bookmarked on my phone. I just haven’t got the courage to actually find a chaser yet.” I finally admitted to him. That is when Jayden reached over and put his hand on my jeans, right over my raging hard and leaking dick. He started to rub my cock through my jeans as he moved even closer. He reached up and pulled my head down to his and took my lips into a kiss. “Well daddy Scorpion I want you to breed me here over this prep table and knock my boy hole up!” He said. Before I could respond he had lowered to his knees, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulled them down to my knees as my dick flopped out and hit him on the lips. Is was a good day to not have wore underwear. He took my leaky cock head into his warm soft mouth and began to suck and lick it. He used one hand to play with my heavy full balls. He had me moaning in seconds with any thoughts of the inappropriateness of fucking and pozzing your employee gone from my head. My poz sex deprived dick was in charge now. He was swallowing me 3/4 of the way in no time. He tried and tried but couldn’t get it all down his throat. My thickness made it near impossible to deep throat me the whole way. But he gave me one of the best blow jobs id ever had in my life. “Fuck boy you know how to suck!! Your mouth is like fucking heaven. If you keep that up I am going to cum down your throat!” I warned him. ”Oh no daddy Scorpion, I want you toxic babies in my ass.” He said after he pulled my rock hard dick out of his mouth. He pulled over a step stood we keep in the back, stripped off his jeans and underwear, and got on it and leaned over the prep table. His beautiful full ass was staring at me. The pink hole barely visible between the cheeks. Just a light dusting of hair was there. “Please daddy Scorpion, eat my boy hole and then fuck your charged cum into my neg hole!” he told me as he looked back over his shoulder. I didn’t hesitate and dove into his hole. Chad didn’t like getting rimmed so it had been years since I ate ass. It tasted so good, even better than I remembered. His pink hole was so tight and tasted so good. It winked at me every time I pulled my face back to take a breath. Jayden squirmed, moaned, and pushed back against my tongue. He was loving it as much as I was. After about 5 minutes though he interrupted my ass eating. “Fuck daddy Scorpion you know how to eat boy hole. But I want that big fat raw poz dick in me!” he demanded as only a power bottom twink boy could. ”We don’t have any lube boy. I am thick, it will hurt if I fucked you with just spit.” I told him as I continued to cup and play with his ass with one hand as I stroked his 9 in dick (that was on the thinner side) that was hanging down between his legs. “I don’t need lube daddy!! Just spit on my hole and your dick. That and all that poz precum you are leaking will be enough. If it hurts and tears me a little that fine. It just means your poz babies will take easier in me.” He said as gave me a pleading look. “Ok boy don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I said and then spit in his hole. I sucked on two of my fingers and put them in his hole to open him up. then spit in his hole and added a third. Then more spit and a fourth. He was moaning and fucking my fingers the whole time. When I got him opened up I spit in my hand and rubbed it onto my raging hard dick. I lined my leaky head up with his hole and gave a hard push to get my fat cock head into his hole. He jerked and swore, but didn’t try to pull away or complain. I worked my thick dick into his hole an inch at a time. It didn’t take long and his ass was against my pubes. His hole was tight and warm. He was moaning in pleasure now. When I didn’t move trying to give him time to get used to my dick he took things into his own hands. He started to fuck himself in my dick. Pulling toward then slamming himself back against my crotch. I wasn’t about to have my boy call the shots. “Oh, you won’t be setting the pace boy! That’s my job.” I told him as I put my hand on his shoulders and slammed hard and deep into his boy hole! That made him cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He wanted it rough, I was going to give it to him rough. I long stroked him making sure to slam as hard as I could into his hole on the down stroke. I continued this hard long stroke pounding for a while, making sure to show this boy who was boss. I pulled him up, turned his head to me and made out with him for a minute. After which I bent him back over and started small fast shallow rabbit fuck strokes into his hole. I reached around and starred to jerk his long thin leaky dick. It only took a few minutes of my jack rabbit strokes hitting his prostate and my hand job to make his hole squeeze me tight and his balls to pull up. “Fuck daddy Scorpion, you are going to make me fucking cum!!!” He yelled. “Fuck yes boy, shoot that cum!! Your hole is squeezing my dick so hard I am going to nut!!” I warned him. ”Fuck yes daddy, fill me with that poz seed!! Knock my neg boy hole up!” He said as his hole continued to spasm and grip my dick. “Fuck yes, here it cums! Take my fucking toxic babies boy!!” I roared as my load dumped into his tight boy hole. I collapsed over his back. We stood there bent over my half hard dick still in his hole. Our hearts racing and breathing hard. After I got my senses back, I turned his head toward me and kissed him deep and passionately. After a few minutes I pulled out of him. His hole was red and puffy. A little bit of pink cum had pulled out with my dick. “Well Jayden it looks like you may have got your wish. Your hole is puffy and red and I see pink cum. You will be my first poz son.” I told him as I pulled up my pants. He walked to his bag and pulled out a butt plug from one of the pockets and put it in his worked out hole. “No, I will be your first official scorpion boy! We will have to go get the tat on me after I test poz!” He told me with his trademark smile. He tested poz a few weeks later and had my tat on the small of his back with in a month of me breeding him. We did continue to fuck around, but with the understanding it was just sex. That was the first scorpion boys. We have hired 3 other guys since then. Well those that made it past their probation day. Ant always worked with them in their first shift and had an uncanny ability to judge people. If they made it out of that first day with him, they were hired. It wasn’t required they be gay, or bi, or that be up for becoming a scorpion boy. It just so happened in addition to being good people and workers, all three of the guys were gay and ended up wanting my poz seed. All 3 were still with us and all 3 had my scorpion tats on their body’s somewhere. They all carried my strain. I was hard as I climbed out of my truck when I got home. It was an older cottage type home but I had renovated over the last 3 years I have owned it. It was small but cozy and prefect for me. It was only a couple blocks from the shop which made it even better. As I showered I lamented how I would miss Jayden. He was a very sweet boy, hard working, smart, and great with guests. I would say I’d miss his holes, but he’d been official with a guy for about a year and they were living together. Once one of the scorpion boys had a steady boyfriend, I politely ended our sex benefits. Even if they were open, I just didn’t want to run the risk of that drama. Thankfully all of them understood and we cooled the sex when they were coupled up. If they became free again I went right back to recharging their holes! As I laid in bed naked, my mind went to the boy that came into the shop today. I’d just put up the sign, though I should have weeks ago. I was holding false hope Jayden would stay I guess. Not 30 minutes after I had put it up that gorgeous, self conscious, polite, timid boy came into ask about a job. His shy smile and soft voice made me hard as he asked about the job. His cute face and solid body made my jeans feel like a prison to my straining cock. His smile when I offered him an interview almost made me cream my jeans. Jacob was just my type. If he was as charming in his interview as he was today he’d have his shot at the probationary shift with Ant. Then if he impressed him, he’d have a job. His job wouldn’t be dependent on anything sexual between us and I wouldn’t pursue him unless he gave me a clear sign he wanted that. And he definitely wouldn’t have to become a scorpion boy to work at the shop. But my rock hard cock and my brain agreed we sure hoped that he would be my fifth scorpion boy! —————— I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. It gives us the back ground for Buck and the shop. Also hopefully you will like the sex scene 😈. The next chapter will have the interview and the probation day and who knows what else will happen. Thank you all for the positive feedback back and kind words!

Chapter 4b: Eduardo, Cont’d Before I know it, Eduardo is back. And he’s carrying a mason jar full of something. My face scrunches up in confusion because that’s about the last thing I expected to see today. But I look closer and notice the cloudy white complexion of the jar’s contents. My eyes bulge. I nearly start hyperventilating. I look from the jar to Eduardo’s face and back again several times as I increase the pace of my self-fisting. I start making whimpering sounds, hoping I’m right about what’s about to happen. “You look like you recognize what’s in here,” Eduardo says. “Do you know what this is?” I’m so blitzed-out and excited that I have to look back and forth between him and the jar a couple more times before my brain reconnects with words. “Cum? Is that full of cum?” Eduardo smiles from ear to ear. “I knew you’d know, you fucking slut. Yeah, this jar is full of my cum. I’ve been saving it for you.” I moan, pleadingly. My legs spread and contract as I push my fist deeper into me. I gasp and moan again. Eduardo keeps talking. “Fuck, you’re so hot like this. I can’t believe how desperate you are. Anyway,” Eduardo says. “This is about a month’s worth of loads from me. Any time I wasn’t fucking some other guy, my cum went in this jar, and it’s all for you.” I whimper again. This is the most desperate craving I have ever felt. Never before has someone held a collection of his own cum in front of me and teased me with it, hinting it was about to go inside me. I can’t contain my excitement, wiggling around looking frantic and trying to figure out what to do next. All I know is that I want that cum deep inside my hole. All of it. To my relief, Eduardo helps me out. “God damn, look how desperate you are. You want this inside you, don’t you, you fucking slut?” I say yes amid some more moans and whimpers. “You want it inside your ass, don’t you?” More noises. Another yes. “And then what?” he asks. When he doesn’t get an answer—I don’t know what he expects me to say—he continues. “What should I put inside you after I pour all this cum into your hole?” I whimper again at the thought. “You want me to use my fist to push it deeper inside you?” My whimpering turns to a growl. “You want my hand, coated in a month’s worth of cum, to slide so far into you that I fill your second hole with my collected spunk?” At that point, I’m basically squirming out of my own skin. I’m so worked up, my body can’t keep control of its energy. I’m twisting and writhing, looking for a clue as to what I need to do to make my dreams into a reality. My brain short-circuits, and I go back to whimpering. I know what I want, but I don’t know how to get there. I look back at Eduardo, a helpless pleading crossing on my face. “Please?” is the only thing I can think of to say. Eduardo takes control and gives me clear instructions. “Go find your biggest Pig Hole toy and bring it to me. Then get in the sling. Okay? Pig Hole, then sling. Go.” He knows how to keep his instructions simple for my spun-out brain. I start repeating “pig hole, then sling” over and over. I don’t know if it’s just in my head, if I’m mouthing the words, too, or if I’m saying them out loud each time. I don’t care. I know what I need, and I need his cum inside me. All of it. After a minute of mindless walking about, I find the Pig Hole. I bring it out to the sling, where Eduardo stands ready to help. I hand him the toy, which he takes from me. I climb into the sling and make sure my ass hangs over the edge. “Here,” he says. “Put your poppers beside you. But take a hit first, you slut. I want you totally open for my cum to pour into you.” I fumble with the bottle, almost racing to take the hit, knowing it will bring me closer to my goal more quickly. I replace the cap on the bottle and set it in the sling beside me. I’m ready. I’m ready for the abuse. I’m ready for the rush. I’m ready for the fisting. More than anything, though, I’m ready to be filled up with that jar of cum. I exhale and start to relax and calm down. “Good,” Eduardo says. “Now here’s your Pig Hole. I put lube on it, so it’ll go in nice and easy. I’ll let you put it in cuz I wanna watch that, and I’ll record the video for you.” He pauses for a second while his attention focuses on the phone in his hands. “Okay, go ahead. Stuff that toy inside your hole and open it up for me.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I grab the base of the Pig Hole with one hand and use the other to fold up the hollow part so it’s easier to slide inside. I relax my ass, line up the toy, and start to push it in. I surprise myself with how easily it goes inside—I’ve never been this loose before. The base of the toy snaps into place as the widest part slips easily past my sphincter. After a small gasp and grunt, I reach down and stick my fingers into my new silicone-lined chute. I press outward on a couple of spots still folded in, and the entire length of the Pig Hole pops open, gaping open my ass all the way in. “Oh, fuck,” Eduardo says, still recording video. “Look at that hole.” He moves closer and lines up the head of his cock with the opening of my hole. He pushes in a bit but stops once he feels resistance. His cock is too thick to just slide right in to my gaping hole. “I guess I’ll need some lube,” he says. “What do you think?” “Use the cum,” I say. “Please. Use your cum as lube for your cock.” “You’re such a nasty fucker,” Eduardo says. “I love it. That’s exactly what I was thinking. Okay,” he says, grabbing the jar. “Here’s a month’s worth of my cum. It’s about ready to go inside your stretched-out gaping hole. You ready, slut?” “Fuck yeah,” I say. “Pour your loads into me. Please.” I watch as he dribbles a little onto the head of his cock, which drip down from there into my hole because I feel the cool wetness of the spreading semen a few moments later. The delay between what I see and what I feel fascinates me, but only for a second. Because then I realize that my ass is literally being flooded with another man’s sperm, and I start to go nuts. My moaning and grunting blend together into what can only be described as a sound of primal desperation. I grab my butt cheeks with my hands and pull them apart, as though that will somehow help open me up even more. My eyes go wild as I watch more and more creamy liquid pour out of the jar and I feel a growing fullness and heaviness inside my cavernous hole. Eduardo tips the jar upside down and shakes it a bit, ensuring that every last drop has been poured into my greedy hole. When he’s satisfied the jar is empty, he goes to set it aside. I whimper again and reach out my hand to take it from him. “But it’s empty,” he says. “Nuh-uh,” I utter. He gives me the jar, and I reach in with a finger, running it along the inside of the jar, feeling a film of cum transferring to my hand. “Now it’s empty, I say, handing the wiped-clean glass back to him. “Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Eduardo says as he watches and records me licking my finger clean of the residual jizz. “Fuck yeah,” he says. My finger still in my mouth, I close my eyes and moan. “Your cum tastes amazing. I’m so glad it’s all inside me now.” “So now what should I put inside you, you hungry pig?” “Your fist,” I say immediately. “Fist all those loads deeper into me. Please.” “Okay,” he says. “In a second. One more surprise first.” He leans over and picks something up off the nearby table. It’s a small clear baggy. Oh, fuck yes, I think. More. Eduardo smiles at me when he sees my face light up when I realize what he’s doing. “You’ve been such a good bottom that I want to reward you with more than just a month’s worth of my cum. I know that’s all you really need, but I want to see you do more. So I’m going to take this shard here”—he holds up a sizeable chunk of crystal—“and toss it in with my sperm.” Without any more warning or waiting for any confirmation from me, he literally tosses the shard down my gaping hole. Maybe I’m imagining things, but I swear I hear a little splash when it hits the puddle. “That will dissolve in a couple minutes, and when you feel the rush hit, you’ll know you’ve started to absorb all my semen. You’ll know that your next high comes from my cum.” “Oh fuck yes,” I say. I reach down and play with what’s left of my tiny little dicklet, unable to stop myself from trying to at least pretend to jerk off. What he said has turned me on so much. He’s given me a way to feel the spread of his sperm through my body. I’m going to have his cum on my brain when I get even higher in a few minutes. Eduardo stops recording video and sets my phone down. “This might take an extra hand and some concentration. Alright,” he says. “I think we’re done with this Pig Hole. Your natural pig hole will be good enough on its own for what’s coming next.” “Your fist,” I say. “Please.” “Good boy,” Eduardo says. “You’ve been taking notes.” He grabs the Pig Hole with one hand places his other hand on my butt, and begins to slowly pry the toy out of my hole. “Stay open,” he says. “Don’t push any of that cum out. I don’t want you to waste it. Keep your hole wide open and gaping. Stay right like you are. There you go. Good boy. Hold that cum inside you. Just like that. Good. Keep it right there.” And at that, I feel the last of the Pig Hole slide past my ass’s lips. A month of Eduardo’s cum is now churning in a cesspool inside my hole, a drug shard slowly dissolving in its midst. I feel so trashy and so used, almost discarded and tossed aside like the chemicals he tossed into my hole. And that alone is enough to turn me on. I’m in absolute pig heaven. After a moment, my eyes try to focus on reality again. I see Eduardo standing at the bottom of the sling. His hand and forearm are glistening with a fresh coating of lube. And with his other hand, he’s picked up my phone again. It looks like he’s already started recording. I’m about to have him fist a puddle of cum into my guts. I suddenly think of my poppers, and I’m sure my face looks panicked. Eduardo looks a little worried for a second, but once he sees the bottle in my hand and the determined look on my face, he calms down. “That’s right, boy,” he says. “Huff on those poppers and get ready to open wide for my arm.” I want to open up, but I don’t want to zone out, so I take two decent sniffs from the bottle before sealing it and setting it aside. I lean back and exhale. “Do it, man. Shove your fist in my hole. Soak your hand in the puddle of your cum. Push your loads deeper into my hole and watch me swallow your arm with my hole. Come on, man. Give it to me. I need it.” Without another word, Eduardo reaches down and presses his fingertips against my entrance. I offer no resistance, and they slide right past. Within seconds, his entire fist has entered my hole, almost without effort. “Holy fuck,” he says. “That is one hungry hole.” He pushes in a couple inches past his wrist. Then he stops as his face lights up in amazement. “Oh my god,” he says. “I feel it. I can splash around in a puddle of my own cum. Oh my god.” I feel him moving his hand around inside me, and I’d swear I hear gurgling sounds from my gut, almost like indigestion. Then it dawns on me: I’m hearing the sound of cum splashing around inside my body. “Oh holy fuck,” I say. “I can hear you splashing it around. Oh my god, that’s amazing.” We continue like this for a few minutes, both of us lost in wonder, until he brings me back to earth with a question. “Ready for me to go deeper?” he asks. “I don’t feel the shard anywhere, so I think it’s fully dissolved. I think it’s time we spread this cum around and coat your insides with it.” “Fuck yeah, man,” I say. “Push it in.” “But first, I wanna see my cum coating my hand. I’m gonna pull out for just a second, but then I get right back to where I am.” I whimper a bit. “And then go deeper?” “Goddamn, you dirty pig,” he says. “Yeah, after I see my cum-covered hand, I’ll see how deep you can take me.” With that, he starts to pull his hand out of my hole. I feel him rubbing it all along the insides of my hole, not just pulling straight out. I smile. “Uh-huh. You see what I’m doing,” he says. “I’m making sure to coat your insides with my chem-laced cum on my way out of your hole. You’re welcome, you filthy fucking pig.” My only response is a moan. And right as my moan fades, his hand crosses my threshold on the way out of my hole. I grunt, mostly from the sudden feeling of emptiness. Then I look up and see Eduardo moving his fingers together and apart, putting on a show for the camera. The runny, stringy goo drips and oozes around his hand, leaving a webwork of threads between his fingers when he spreads them. It’s almost mesmerizing to watch. “Fuck, that’s gorgeous,” he says. “But I don’t want this dripping anywhere, so let’s see how gorgeous this looks sliding right back inside your hole.” He doesn’t even try to be slow or gentle this time, knowing I’m already stretched pretty far open. He dives right in, going a couple inches deeper than his wrist in a single push. I make a small grunt but that’s it. I’m just glad to get something back inside me. “Deeper,” I say, reminding him of my goal and letting him know I’m ready. “Give me more.” He chuckles. “Oh, okay, I guess,” he says. “But only because you asked so politely, you pig.” Eduardo applies more pressure and continues sliding deeper into my hole. I think he probably expected to get halfway up his forearm because once another two inches past there had disappeared inside me, he starts looking a little worried. “You doing okay?” he asks. “How’s that feel, pig?” “More,” I say, not even looking at him, just concentrating on my breathing and on opening up. He gets a little further, and I feel his upper arm bump against my butt. I’ve made it to the crease in his elbow, but I still feel open and a little empty. I still want more. I grab my bottle of poppers again. I take my time with it, taking four long, slow huffs out of the bottle. I keep my eyes closed, reseal the bottle, set it beside me, reach my hands overhead, and exhale deeply several times. I think I hear Eduardo say “wow” or something. He probably feels my insides relaxing. I exhale one more time, then I open my eyes, stare right into his, and say simply, “More.” I begin to bear down as he realizes I’m serious and begins to apply pressure again. With a grunt and a bit of a yelp, I absorb his entire elbow into my hole. It feels incredible, and with his latest bump starting to kick in as I absorb all the semen being spread through my insides, I feel like I can do anything. “Keep going,” I say. “More.” I lean back and continue to work on my breathing. It’s tough because of the added high, but I’m trying to keep myself physically relaxed and fairly still. My arms move around a bit, trying to find the best way to get leverage, but the rest of me cooperates with my need for calm. I feel him moving further in. This is uncharted territory for both of us, and we treat it rather solemnly—we’re both silent, focused more on the feelings than on being verbal. That, I figure, could come later. For now, my only job is to open up. And that’s exactly what I do. Eduardo’s arm slides a couple more inches into me, so my stretched-out sphincter is wrapped around the middle of his meaty bicep. I’m glad he’s not super-built, but he’s got enough mass there that I felt the extra stretch as his toned muscle slides past the threshold. He holds still at this point, and I think we both feel he’s reached a block. He presses a button on the phone’s screen and sets it aside. “I think this is as far as you’re going to let me in today,” he says, sounding surprisingly serious for all the dirty talk we were doing before. I guess he wants me to know he’s not playing. I return the favor and reply as soberly as I’m capable, considering the unreal conditions. “Yeah, I think so, too. Feels like you hit a wall.” I take a couple breaths. “Honestly, I’m good with that because oh my god.” “Yeah,” Eduardo says. “This is intense. I’ll just stay right here. You take your time and let me know when you’re ready for something to change.” Taking his advice, I lie back and relax, trying to wrap my brain around what’s going on. I can’t, of course, so I just lie there in amazement at how good my whole body feels. Then I get an idea, and a naughty smile crosses my face. Eduardo sees it. “What now? You look like you’re up to something. What are you thinking? Nothing good, I’ll bet.” “We’ll see,” I say. “Can you try something for me? Are you able to flex your bicep without bending your arm? Like, can you flex the muscle by just tensing your arm?” He thinks for a quick second, then smirks back at me. He extends his free arm up so I can see it. “Like this?” he asks. Then I watch as what looks like a beautifully shaped human arm suddenly transforms into a beautifully shaped stone carving. Then just as suddenly, it looks soft and supple again. “Oh my god,” I say. “Your body is gorgeous. Yes, like that. I wonder what that…” But I didn’t get to finish the sentence. I gasp and lift my head to face his, shock running across my features. “Holy fuck!” I say as I see an evil chuckle run across his face. “Oh my god,” I say again, as the sensation fades. “That’s all you did?” And suddenly, I gasp and look shocked once more. “Oh my god, that’s amazing. Holy fuck. It’s like my entire body is a great big prosta—fuck, dude!” The feeling of having a man’s arm buried up to his bicep overwhelmed me enough. Having that large of an intrusion go from soft to solid and back again—and having the girth of his hard muscles expand so suddenly—blew my mind. I couldn’t process anything beyond feeling completely and totally overwhelmed, completely and totally under his control and at his mercy. He can do whatever he wants to me, and I’ll keep begging for more. I start to smile in some kind of hazy bliss, and he flexes one more time, changing my spreading smile to a quick gasp and back again as he releases the tension. “Okay, okay,” I say. “Hold on. Just stay still.” To my relief, Eduardo looks serious. I don’t think he’ll shock me with another flex now. “I’m astonished you made it this far. Alright. Tell me what you need. Out? Hold? What’s best?” Taking stock of my sensations, I make a suggestion. “Just hang on for a second. Lemme get used to you.” After a few moments and many unsuccessful attempts at calming breaths, I continue. “Maybe back out, slowly, to your elbow? Then hold and check again.” “Sounds good. You ready?” I nod. “Or do you need more time?” I shake my head. “Okay,” he says. “Your only job right now is to breathe. Nice and slow, okay?” I nod. And with that, I feel the enormous mass of an entire arm start to move toward the exit of my body. I have to fight the urge to hyperventilate or panic. He gets his elbow out with a grunt from me. He freezes, unsure how I’m managing. Hell, I don’t know how I’m doing, either. I’m basically writhing all over, trying to understand the impossible sensations I’m experiencing. Eventually I get used to this new level of fullness, and with a quick nod from me, we resume the gradual retreat of his arm. I have him pause again at the wrist for just a second, and after a bit, he’s completely out. I feel utterly, completely, hopelessly empty. I almost break down in tears. I have a worried look on my face as my eyes dart around the room in search of a solution. I’m desperate for a solution. Anything I can shove up my hole to satisfy my need. But I can’t come up with any ideas. Seeing nothing and without thinking, I slide one of my own fists back into my hole. I’m amazed by how loose and sloppy it is—I’ve never been this destroyed before, and it feels unbelievable. Eduardo sees my behavior and laughs. “Okay, mister power bottom. Let’s fill you up with an enormous butt plug then spend a few minutes getting me cleaned up and you rehydrated. Sound good?” I continue exploring my hole with my own fist, nodding absently that I half-heard his suggestions. Before I realize what’s happened, Eduardo returns, toweling himself off. He shakes his head with a laugh. “Right where I left you. At least you’re predictable. Okay, come on. Let’s get this plug inside you.” He picks up the huge plug I had in me before, which he has somehow fit inside my Pig Hole toy to add even more girth. “I hope it’s big enough to make a difference,” I say. “Yeah, me too,” he says. “Let’s give it a shot.” He waits for me to remove my hand, then he immediately slides the tip of the plug into my blown-out hole. It slides all the way in easily, right up to the big bump on the Pig Hole, where he pauses for a second. “Breathe,” he says. I do my best to breathe deeply and slowly, and I open up my hole as best I can. I grunt a bit, and I feel the plug lock into place. And I mean lock. I can immediately tell it’s not going anywhere for a while. That thing can’t budge. “You good?” Eduardo asks. “Mmm-hmm,” I reply. I look around mindlessly, pretty much anywhere but at him. I also start grinding my hips, distracted by the changing sensations of the massive plug pressing into different parts of my insides. Eduardo chuckles and shakes his head. “Man, you are blasted. Here, lemme help you down.” He reaches his hands to either side of me, and I lean forward, happy to have the physical contact and the chance to feel him up a bit. He chuckled again. “Goddamn, you’re horny. Okay, here’s your sports drink. Take a seat and drink. I’ll get you another bottle for when you finish that one off.” I take the half-empty bottle he hands me, and I vaguely remember that I started drinking it what now seems like forever ago. I grab a spare puppy training pad and put it on the couch because I don’t know leaky my hole will be, and I collapse into the seat, totally spent. As soon as I’m down, though, my eyes lock on the porn still playing on the screen, and my hands again lock onto my crotch. I resume playing with myself. A moment later, Eduardo comes back, carrying two more bottles of sports drink. “One for you,” he says, handing it to me. “And one for me,” he says, plopping down on the seat beside me. He exhales completely and, for the first time, looks completely spent. “Oh my god, that was incredible. Your hole is amazing.” “Your arm is fucking incredible,” I say, squeezing what’s left of my dick, never taking my eyes off the screen. We spend a long time just sitting there, calming down, and cooling off, with even Eduardo’s attention returning to the porn that’s been playing this whole time. We had been totally ignoring it for the longest time. The stuff going on inside my own body was way hotter than what we saw on the screen. But there’s enough going on right now to hold my attention and keep my eyes occupied while my hands apply pressure to my nub of a penis and the sensitive spot on my perineum. My entire body and all my needs have been reduced to those two spots. The only thing that would be better is to get another person inside my hole again, but catching my breath for a minute does feel good. After a while, Eduardo’s phone lights up with an incoming text. He checks it and grins. “Looks like your friend Joey is looking for some play. Want me to take you over there?” “Yes, please,” I say. Joey is a hot little fucker who enjoys pushing boundaries and encouraging naughty behavior in me. He’ll help me go as far as I want, and he always respects my boundaries. Not that I have any in my current state, but he’s certainly earned a lot of my trust over the years. “Okay,” Eduardo says. “Let’s get you ready. We’re gonna keep that butt plug in you, but you need to be street-legal to get to their place. I need you to go get your favorite jock strap. Make sure it’s clean. Look at me. Get a fresh jockstrap. Go.” I head to my bedroom, rummage through my dresser, and find my favorite one. It’s small and simple and keeps the attention where I want it: on my hole. It also has an elastic cock ring built in, so I’ll be less likely to play with myself, since the jock will take care of the squeezing. Satisfied, I go back to Eduardo. “Oh, perfect. I like you in that one. Okay, put that on.” He helps me balance as I struggle to focus on getting my legs through the straps, and it takes a second to get my balls through the cock ring, but then I’m all set. “And here are the basketball shorts and tank top that were in a pile on the floor. I’m assuming they’re yours.” I stare at them blankly, trying to remember. Were those mine? Had I worn them recently? “And I’m assuming,” Eduardo continues, “that it’s been a while since you’ve seen them.” He chuckles. “Just put them on.” With his help, I finish getting dressed. “And your shoes are over there. Go on.” Once those are on my feet, we’re ready. I grab my werewolf sheath, thinking it might come in handy in a little while. Eduardo turns off the porn and most of the lights, then walks to the front door. At that, we head out.

It's a huge turn on for me, love thoose swollen and loose lips, still working on mine

I was married and was cheating on my wife with a friend from work. That friend from work one day started to flirt with me. That lead to me having a gay fling with him. We would sneak around, he showed me more about the gay lifestyle while I was with my wife. One night after work we went to a friend of his . And this started the first time I would bareback. I topped all of them that night. That was the best sex I ever had to that time. For the next two years, I had a double lifestyle. One straight and one homosexual. My friends in the group would have sex a few times a week. I was getting more and more into my homosexual lifestyle. And six years ago just after the holidays the nightmare started. I went to a holiday party in November and hooked up with my friend at the party. We snuck away and we fucked around. He told me that he had been sick shortly before the party, but was feeling better. We had both started chasing at the same time. He came down with HIV too and I became the first person he HIV pozzed. Well I started my seroconversion for new year’s and I soon tested positive for HIV. Once I got that diagnosed my wife also freaked out big time and went into a panic, I could have given her HIV. She was so angry that I was cheating on her with guys. So with the cheating and having HIV now. She divorced me. After that I dropped my straight lifestyle to friends and family. And I came out as to a Homosexual.

It was more fun way back in the old internet days when 'age limit' was hardly enforced. Neither were certain taboo subjects. It made 'older/younger' stories very fun to read regardless of sexual preference. I checked out Nifty and it reminds me of those days when I read filthy taboo erotica barely in my teen years so I guess write your age stories there and use this for legal age stuff. Its getting harder to harder to express yourself online even if its just strictly fantasy.