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Well if you are reading this, you probably know by now that I’m poz. So sorry to spoil the ending, but I wanted to tell you how I got here. Well you can thank my friend David, because if it wasn’t for his 30th birthday party, I wouldn’t be here writing about the chase. Okay so for those that don’t know me, my name is Landon, I’m 32, gay as fuck, a verse bottom (okay I’m a bottom), and until three months ago I was neg. Now prior to me chasing, I was on Prep but I’ve only ever fucked raw. Yea I fucked raw before Prep, but I was picky about who I fucked. Like it was mostly guys that I knew and nerdy guys who weren’t getting dicked down on the regular. Anyways, about mid October my friend David decided he wanted to have the most epic 30th birthday party ever. He was always extra, like if he could easily pass as one of those drunk bachelorettes that you see in Nashville. Well he decided that he wanted all of us to travel to Nashville so he could get that “authentic southern hospitality.” I knew that he wanted to live his best life and cling on to the partying ways of his 20’s. So I decided to fly to Nashville from Charlotte, and mind you I used to live in Nashville when I went to college at Vandy. While yes my college friends were rich, I felt like a make a wish kid who managed to get into the school of my dreams. Also, Vandy is a bottom’s dream, because there is plenty of closeted southern frat boys. Yes they all worn khaki shorts and polo’s but them SEC boys knew how to fuck. While I wasn’t interested in the twinks, I was interested in the bigger muscular ones. Those guys knew how to jackhammer you. After I get settled into my hotel, I open up both Grindr and Sniffies to get the lay of the land. There was lots of choices to pick from, but I wasn’t in a hurry. Now, I had been traveling for work prior to this trip, and in the course of my travels I ran out of Prep. Granted, I ran out like two weeks ago, but I hadn’t realized it until I took my medication. I keep them in a travel case and I guess I hadn’t noticed the little blue pill was missing. I went into the bathroom got freshened up and I obviously douched because I had a feeling I was going to get lucky. I met David and the rest of our friend group at the bar that we all chose to go to. The place is next to rail yard so that screams fun and safe right? Well it was a lot of fun. There was a lot of drinking, laughing, some crying, and lots of attractive men. This place had gay dive bar written all over it. Plus the air was thick with cigarette smoke, sweat, and musk. Well after what seemed to be a 12 hour marathon, I finally decided to call it a night. I started walking down the street towards a Waffle House, but I also had to pee really badly. I walked over to a secluded area near the road and I was about to whip my dick out when I heard a man’s voice. “Do you have a lighter,” the man asked me. I told him I didn’t have one because I didn’t smoke. I thought he was going to leave, but he walked up towards me. Now I had several thoughts running through my head, and yes they all involved robbery and sex. Well thank god it wasn’t robbery, because when I finally got a good look at the man he was tall, tanned skin, piercing blue eyes, and had the scent of a lumberjack. “Mind if I join you?” he asked, and I said, “I don’t mind, I just need to pee really bad.” I was about to start peeing when he asked if he could have some. I immediately said yes, because I have a thing for piss pigs because I am one too. So he got down on his knees and put the head of my dick in his mouth. I finally couldn’t hold it anymore, and out came the biggest stream of piss that I have ever produced. There was no way this man was going to be able to swallow that much piss, but he managed it pretty well. After I finished, he licked my piss slit and sucked on the head to ensure that he got all of my piss. I thanked him, but then he asked me if I wanted to drink his piss. I got down on my knees and the smell that came out from his pubes was intoxicating. Now my dick was about 6 inches cut and thick, but his was about 8 inches uncut and was moderately thick. I could tell that he hadn’t washed himself in a while, because I could taste the built up piss and cum under his foreskin. Once I was positioned, he began to piss in my mouth and it was the most divine tasting piss I’ve ever tasted. It was sweet and tangy. Once he was done instead of me getting up, I began to blow him right then and there. Between the taste of his dick and the intoxication of his scent, I was in heaven. Well after 20 minutes of me sucking his cock he pulled me up and he began to makeout with me. As he was making out with me he began to pull my pants back down and then I could feel is finger circling my hole. His nails were long but it felt really good. Then he broke away from kissing me and then proceeded to turn me around and began eating my ass out and fingering me rough. I think he was down there for like 10-15 minutes and then he asked if I had a rubber. I told him now that I liked raw, and I had thought he was going to be disappointed. Boy was I wrong on that. He then said, “good because I hate them, and fucking raw is better.” Which I totally agree that raw fucking is the best kind of fucking there is. I also have a kink that guys fuck me with as little lube as possible. For some reason I think it feels better. As soon he said that, I felt his dick push into me with no warning. The only lube we had was both his and mine’s spit and the copious amount of precum. It didn’t take him long to start fucking me hard, long, and deep. The assault on my hole felt amazing. Every time he went deeper my ass muscles clinched harder. It was the most amazing feeling ever. Now was it burning yes, but it also felt really good too. He kept telling me he was going to knock up my cunt and that I would be pregnant with his baby. As he was saying these things, my dick was rock hard. Then he asked if he could cum in me and I screamed yes. He then asked me again but this time he asked if I wanted his toxic cum in me, I immediately screamed breed me with your toxic seed. He blew his load deep in my hole, and I blew my load all over the ground. He pushed his load in there pretty good, and he was still hard even after cumming. He would go on to nut in me at least two more times. When he was finally done I got down on my knees and cleaned his cock off and it had that taste of ass juice, cum, and blood. I asked him before we departed if he was poz, and he said he was. I also asked him if he was homeless and he said yes, but he doesn’t mind it. Plus pigs like me keep him company year round. I finally made it back to my hotel, and I held his cum in me as long as I could. I finally pushed it out into a cup and it was bright pink. I knew it would be a matter of time before I would be in the brotherhood, and what comes next solidified that. I was now on the chase to be converted, because I finally found freedom thanks to a homeless guy who wanted a light.

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

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

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

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

really nice lube, you really feel the liquid inside you

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

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

Love rimming a tops ass!

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

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

So sorry to hear this. I don’t have anything to contribute here but I’m sending up love and light for your healthy recovery

Experienced daddy breeder loves to plant my seed in sissy pussy so you carry me inside you. I can host. Be daddy's girl.

Too bad this masterpiece never continued. :( Would have been hot to know what happens to Adam later in the evening as his ass would be ready for some gang fun.

So I am usually a dom top kind of guy. I've met a new guy that has a strong dom presence - and that is really turning me on. I've decided to play as his sub this weekend. I am definitely going to get fucked raw and hard. I've told him I'm not that great at giving head - I guess I should have paid closer attention during the thousands of blow jobs I've received. 🙂 Anyway, what I do know is that he does like to play hard - so do I - he's told me he likes a loud bottom and enjoys smacking ass. I'm going to make sure that my guts are definitely cleaned out. I'm not really expecting any leeway from him as I've told him that I want to try this. I've told him no shit, blood or lasting marks. Any other advice? I'm looking forward to getting fucked - even though I'm into topping - when I can - I am looking forward to taking his 8" I cock cock up my ass. Any advice? Suggestions? Please let me know. Thanks

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

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Love to be Videoed when Sucking a Guys Cock or being Fucked. Real big turn on for Me.

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

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

eeeeeeeeewwwwwww ............ the imaginary visuals are truly breath-taking 😱

No problem, I'm a slut, a cheap whore, and yes, my cunt is a cunt. So no, I'm certainly not offended when they call me a cunt. I take it as a compliment, so apparently I'm doing a good job as a cheap cum-sucking whore.

Enjoy your weekend and have poz fun!

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

I absolutely loved Trump's SOTU address. It was inspiring, patriotic and emotionally uplifting. I support him and his cabinet 100%.

TLDR: Yes, I love sucking off terrible men. There’s something hot about sucking a man’s cock when he’s a cocky douchebag and total asshole. I’m visibly queer, and even though I’m not all that flamboyant, I still sound like kind of a faggot to the point where guys could probably guess/assume my sexuality (faggot isn’t meant to be derogatory- this is cool with me and kind of turns me on). At work, I have to interact with a lot of blue collar contractors/maintenance guys. Many of them tease me, talk down to me and call me “bud,” even though I’m in a high position and more administrative/white collar (not necessarily supervising them directly, but I have to pass along requests/orders). It’s hard to explain, but I resent them for being total dicks and not respecting my position, while at the same time they make me so fucking horny, and my holes are hungry for these men. I fantasize about them quite a bit, and I’ve gotten lucky quite a few times too. There was one instance where I ended up sucking the maintenance man’s cock, and this is a guy that had been a total dick to me for a while. He’s such an ass, always teasing me with the guys at the work site and saying “sure, ok bud” whenever I tell him he needs to do something. I don’t talk back though— I just kind of take his insults along with the other men’s comments like a bitch. I think it’s because I find them so masculine and hot. When I began to unzip his pants he laughed and said, “damn bud, I knew you were a flamer. Suck this dick.” I love it when men are verbally abusive and mean to me when I’m sucking dick and getting fucked. While I was sucking this man’s dick, he was very dominant, telling me when to lick, when to throat, and when to suck his balls. He called me a faggot and a bitch multiple times as well before eventually cumming in my throat. To this day still I have plenty of regular fuck buddies who are assholes and treat me like a piece of meat, but I love being used and I’ll still suck their dicks and do what I’m told. I love being a man’s faggot. I’ll suck off men who are repugnant and not at all conventionally attractive— both anonymous encounters and regular hookups. I’ll never stop being a submissive cock whore.

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

Part 16: The Bathhouse Ledger and the Final Score III You hear the door click shut, cutting off the sounds from the hallway. The frantic energy in the room dissipates, replaced by a quiet, sacred intimacy. They unstrap you, their hands gentle and sure. Mark lifts you out of the sling, his strong arms supporting you as your legs tremble, refusing to hold your weight. They remove the blindfold. The room looks like a disaster zone, the floor beneath the slick leather a huge, glistening pool of cum. They lay you down on a soft mat on the floor, the contrast immediate and overwhelming. Mark is kissing you, his tongue exploring your mouth, a deep, claiming kiss that tastes of pride and possession. Stefan is between your legs, his fingers massaging your open, swollen hole. He scoops up a handful of the leaking cum, a warm, slick cocktail of seed from a dozen strangers. A toxic brew of high-VL strains and resistant bugs. He brings his fingers to your lips. "Taste it," he commands, his voice a low growl. "Taste the sick seed we and everyone else dumped in your willing hole." You open your mouth, and he feeds it to you, his fingers coated in the filth. You taste the salt, the bitterness, the most beautiful taste in the world. Then Mark leans down and kisses you again, a deep, filthy cumkiss, sharing the taste of your own debasement. Then Stefan is back between your legs, pushing more fingers into your hole. Three, four, up to his knuckles. Your hole, already wrecked and overflowing, offers no resistance. He goes in further. With a slight, insistent push, his entire hand slides inside. You've never been fisted before. It feels wonderful. His hand is opening and closing rhythmically, a living thing inside you, stimulating your prostate to the max. He's slowly punching deeper, his knuckles a firm, constant pressure against your most sensitive spot. All the while, Mark is kissing you deeply, his hands roaming your body—caressing your chest fur, the hair on your stomach, following your treasure trail down to the cold metal of the chastity cage. He rolls your nipple between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Stefan is working deeper, and then he does something that steals your breath. He pulls his closed fist out. The sensation is a shocking void, your entire body clenching around the emptiness. But as quick as he pulled out, he's pushing in again. He repeats it, a slow, deliberate rhythm. He's punchfucking you. The sensation is indescribable. He pushes deeper, and with a final, gut-wrenching pull, your insides turn inside out. Your prolapsed gut blossoms into a perfect, glistening rosebud. The shock is electric, a mix of violation and a terrible, thrilling excitement as the cool air strikes your inner walls, now exposed to the world. "Here's something for you!" Stefan grunts to Mark. Mark moves down there, his face disappearing between your legs. You feel his tongue, hot and wet, lapping at your rosebud. He's caressing every single wrinkle with his tongue, cherishing all the toxic juices that cling to it, buried in the tiny crevices… lapping at the cocktail of anonymous loads. Your rosebud starts to contract, to pulse, and it feels as if his entire face is being pulled inside you. The pressure is too much. You're cumming, your first true anal orgasm ever. A wave of pure, overwhelming pleasure crashes over you, and cum leaks from the slits of your cock cage in a steady, pathetic stream. Mark licks up every drop, then moves up to share your final neg load with Stefan and you in a three-way, salty kiss. It's not the frantic breeding of strangers; it's a slow, intimate possession. They kiss you, touch you, murmur words of praise against your skin. "You're doing so good," Mark whispers. " So fucking beautiful like this."

Part 16: The Bathhouse Ledger and the Final Score II The door creaks open, and the noise from the hallway floods in—the thumping bass, the distant moans, the murmur of voices, and the distinct, tinny sound of porn playing on TV screens. You hear footsteps slow down, men peering inside, their shadows falling across you. You can practically feel their eyes on the sign, reading the depraved invitation. Some linger in the doorway, their whispers a mix of shock and curiosity. "Come on in!" Stefan calls out, his voice loud and welcoming. "Our friend here needs your help!" More men enter. The room begins to fill, the air growing thick with body heat and anticipation. A low buzz of conversation starts up. "Shit, for real?" a voice asks, skeptical. "You're actually looking for poz loads?" Another voice answers, "Fuck yeah, look at the board. They're not kidding." The crowd grows larger, jostling for a better view. The energy in the room shifts from curious to predatory. It's now a packed, buzzing audience, hungry for the show. This is when Stefan makes his move. He holds up a hand, and the room immediately falls silent. His voice drops, losing its welcoming tone and becoming something hard, serious, and cutting. „Tonight, this hole becomes a toxic waste dump. We're filling it with the most charged-up loads in this city." He pauses, letting the words hang in the air. "Real talk for a second. Any neg guys, you wanna fuck him? Cool. But know you're walking out poz. No question. And for the guys on PrEP? Don't kid yourselves. We got some serious, resistant bugs in the room tonight. That blue pill ain't a shield here. You fuck him, you join him. Plain and simple. So... yeah. Consider yourselves warned." A stunned silence hangs in the air for a moment, thicker than before. Then, a low, hungry murmur ripples through the crowd. The warning hasn't scared anyone off; it's just raised the stakes to an unbearable level. "Now," Stefan says, his voice ringing with pride. "Who's first? Toxic preferred." "Hell, yeah. I'm in!" You feel the presence of men drawing closer, a circle of heat and intent. The first one steps up. A hand with long, soft-skinned fingers traces your legs, your thighs. Mark's hand rests on your chest, his voice a low, comforting rumble. "I'm with you. Let it happen." The voice of a young guy, maybe a student from the local university, cuts through the air. "Nice hole. Not a virgin..." You chuckle, imagining what your hole must look like after yesterday's double-penetration. He steps between your legs, you feel his fingers circling your rim, your ass lips still tender from the abuse. "Lube?" you ask. It's your first fuck of the day. You hear the metallic clank of a lid and the crinkle of a plastic bag. "Got some!" a man says. Something warm and heavy is placed on your stomach. Then another. You feel them—two used rubbers, heavy with spunk, still at body temperature. Almost certainly the only rubbers of the day. The young guy takes one, and you feel the warm, thick liquid drip onto your hole. He's lubing you with who-knows-whose cum. "Cum is the best lube there is," he says. "Nothing like it!" "So young... and he looks so innocent and clean," someone whispers from the crowd. "But I know for sure - this guy is not shooting blanks." You hear Mark's voice, low and dirty. "Open up." You part your lips, and he presses the second, still-warm rubber to your mouth, squeezing the contents onto your tongue. The taste is salty, metallic, and thick. He leans in and kisses you, his tongue pushing the anonymous load deep into your throat, sharing the depraved gift in a filthy cumkiss. You feel the tip of the young guy's cockhead at your entrance. The sensation is exaggerated by your blindness; every touch, every sound feels more intense, unreal. He pushes in with short strokes, fucking deeper and deeper. The inner ring that gave you so much pain yesterday is no longer a barrier; it yields to him willingly. You feel neatly trimmed pubes scratching against your asshole as he bottoms out. He's all the way in, fucking you with a slow, methodical, grinding rhythm, his hands holding you in place, owning every inch of your hole. It's a deep, possessive breeding. The speed increases, ever so slightly. "I hope you know what you're in for," he grunts. "I'm not pulling out." He's jackhammering into you now, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust, driving himself to climax. "Yeah, take it, you fucking chaser," he growls, his voice raw. "Gonna knock you up good." You hear the chalk scrape against the blackboard. Scrape. "POZ," Mark calls out, his voice ringing with pride. A cheer goes up from the crowd. He pulls out, and the next man steps up without a moment's pause. He's broader. You feel his thick, hairy, muscular thighs against you—a bear. He goes right for your hole. His cockhead is wider, opening you up further, but the young guy's load helps. He shoves in balls-deep. He's shorter, but he's giving your hole a nice stretch, reminding you of yesterday. "Goddamn, the bear's gonna wreck him," someone mutters. "Look at that gut, he's gotta be toxic as fuck." "Bet his viral load is off the charts," another agrees. After only a few strokes, he unloads with a deep, guttural grunt. No words. Another scrape of chalk on the board. "TOX," Mark announces. "And a big one." He is replaced by the next, and the next, and the next. Men keep coming in, watching, talking, commenting on your gaping, cum-filled hole. "Fuck, look at that cunt," someone mutters from the crowd. "It's already a sloppy mess." "Gonna need a plunger to get all that spunk out," another laughs. "Lucky bastard. Getting what we all dream of." You lose count. Suddenly, Mark gets up, squeezes your hand, and steps between your legs. He couldn't hold back any longer. He's staring directly at your wrecked cunt, looking at the deep pool of cum inside, overflowing down across your balls. "Look at you," he breathes, his voice thick with awe. "What a beautiful mess. All this toxic spunk inside you." Hard as always, he plunges in. "Fuck! Love this feeling… It's heaven! My cock bathing in tons of poz sperm." His upward curve hits you inside in all the right places, causing your locked-up cock to throb and leak a steady stream of precum. He doesn't last long, and with a deep, possessive moan, he adds his own high-VL load to the mix. "Fuck yeah," he grunts, his voice tight with release. "Gifting you my strain, brother. Take it deep." "What a hunk," a voice whispers respectfully. "Look at the muscle on him. That's a prime poz bull right there. His strain's probably legendary." He is immediately replaced by Stefan, who has been furiously stroking himself right next to you. He steps up and, with a loud groan, jacks his load directly onto your hole for everyone to see. You feel the hot, thick ropes of his cum splatter against your sensitive, puffy rim. It's not a fuck; it's a primal act of marking. Before you can even process it, he shoves his cock in, not to fuck, but to push his seed deep, to ensure it takes. "One-point-two-million!" he grunts out proud. "If this doesn't take..." He slowly pulls out, and you feel the resulting gush of air and cum as your gaping hole tries to close around nothing. Mark, still breathing heavily, picks up the chalk. Without a word, he walks to the board and makes two deliberate, sharp marks under the "TOX" column. A tribute to their joint potency. He turns to the room, his voice loud and clear. "Our brother needs a break. We need a private moment. But we'll be opening the door again soon. So save your fucking loads. He's not done yet. He needs more."

I learned that his flights did cost the taxpayer 75000 $ alleging he had a meeting with the american ambassador in Italy over security for the games (at thé end of the games🥴🥴🥴🥴) he was seen supporting in the VIP box and filmed there, and afterwards je die go to the dressing room to party. It is a corrupt bunch this goverment. It is not America first but Money first

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

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

Hey everyone — time for the next part! Mark is back, and this time Stefan, his brother-in-arms, stands beside him as they move to seal the deal. I can’t wait to hear what you think. Thanks so much for sticking with the story! Part 15: The Two-Headed God The elevator doors slide open, and the scent of the corridor hits you first—that sterile, lemony cleaner smell that always promises something dirty is about to happen. Your heart isn't just pounding; it's a frantic drum against your ribs, a primal beat of pure, unadulterated need. Room 714. You've been staring at that number on your phone for two weeks, tracing the digits with your thumb while you jacked off, imagining this exact moment. Now you're here, your cock already a hard, heavy line in your jeans, about to meet the two men who are going to poison you. This isn't something that's happening to you. This is something you're choosing. Every step down this corridor is a conscious decision to walk toward the fire, to finally feel the heat you've been chasing for months. You knock. The sound is loud, final. The door opens and your world shrinks to the man standing there. Mark. It's not just seeing him; it's a physical blow, a wave of pure emotion that almost buckles your knees. The air rushes from your lungs. All the weeks of waiting, of fantasizing, of aching for him — it all collapses into this single, overwhelming moment. He's shirtless, and your eyes drink him in like a man dying of thirst. That darkly-haired chest, the landscape of muscle and thick, wiry hair you've been dreaming of touching, is right here. He's wearing grey sweatpants, and the thought that he might be commando underneath, that his potent cock is just inches away from being free, sends a jolt of pure electricity through you. His bare feet on the carpet, the casual, domestic intimacy of it all — it's everything you've craved. This isn't just lust; it's a profound, aching sense of coming home. Your balls tighten with a desperate, possessive need, and all you want is to fall into his arms and never leave. He doesn't give you time to say a word. He grabs you by the front of your shirt, pulls you inside, and slams the door shut behind you. His mouth is on yours instantly, a hungry, possessive kiss that tastes of him — just him, that familiar, intoxicating flavor you've been craving for weeks. You've been starving for this, and you can feel he has, too. His hands are everywhere, gripping your ass, pulling your hips against his so you can feel how hard he is. "Great to see you! Fuck, I've missed this," he growls against your lips. "Missed you." When you finally break apart, gasping, you see him. Stefan. He's on the sofa, and even sitting down, his presence fills the room. Your eyes are first drawn to his face. His blonde hair is styled neatly, with a slight wave that softens his strong jawline and warm, expressive blue eyes. He looks like a man at ease — relaxed yet alert, powerful yet approachable. A slow, knowing smile plays on his lips, as if he can read every filthy thought running through your head. Your gaze travels down, over the simple white tank top that exposes his broad, muscular shoulders, the material stretched tight across his well-defined chest. It's so thin you can't miss the glint of fat nipple piercings — not typical straight barbells, but big chunky rings that highlight his prominent, pinky-sized nipples, a testament to years of heavy tit play. Then, you allow yourself to look lower, to the powerful, muscular legs exposed by his silky white boxer shorts. But it's the heavy, distinct bulge in the front that makes your breath catch. The fabric is tight enough to promise a formidable weapon even at rest. As you watch, mesmerized, you see it — a slow, thick pulse. A single, powerful beat of his heart making his heavy cock throb against the thin silk. It's a silent, arrogant display of potency. You can't see the scorpion tattoo yet, but you know it's there, coiled and ready at the base of that impressive shaft, a promise of the power he's about to share with you. Every inch of him screams that he is a man who knows exactly how to use the weapon he carries. He rises with an easy grace and crosses the room toward you. His face breaks into a warm, genuine smile, and when he reaches you, he pulls you into a firm, welcoming hug. His strong arms wrap around you, and you feel the hard warmth of his chest against yours, those chunky nipple rings pressing into your skin through the thin fabric. But it's not just his chest you feel. Lower, unmistakable, the heavy weight of his cock presses against your thigh, thick and warm even through the silk of his boxers. It's not predatory. It's not sizing you up. It's the embrace of a brother welcoming you home. "Finally," he says, his voice a low, resonant rumble that you feel in your chest. "Mark hasn't shut up about you for weeks. I feel like I already know you." He holds the embrace a moment longer, his lips brushing your ear as he adds a whisper meant only for you. "Wanna feel my scorpion sting you from the inside. Poison you for life." As he says it, you feel his bulge give a slow, powerful throb against your thigh, a silent, filthy confirmation of his words. Then he pulls back, his hands still on your shoulders, his blue eyes warm and sincere. "Welcome. Truly." You feel it instantly—the same ease, the same connection you feel with Mark. There's no awkwardness, no jealousy, no competition. Just filthy warmth. These two men are a unit, and they're opening that unit to include you. "He's been excited," Stefan adds with a knowing grin. He gestures toward Mark's sweatpants, and your eyes follow. There, at the front, is a dark, wet stain spreading across the soft fabric. Mark's cock is now visibly hard, tenting the material, and it's been leaking so much precum that it's soaked through. "We've both been saving up for you. Haven't cum in days. Our balls are fucking aching." Mark doesn't look embarrassed. He looks proud. He palms his wet bulge and grins at you. "All for you. Been saving up every last drop. My viral load's been climbing. Fucking potent right now." "Let's get you comfortable," Mark murmurs into your ear, his breath hot. His hands move to your jacket, and then your shirt, pulling them off. Stefan's hands go to your jeans, deftly undoing the button and zipper. They work in tandem, a seamless, silent team, stripping you down until you're standing in just your underwear, a black v-neck t-shirt with matching black underpants, your skin tingling, your cock straining against the fabric. Then they guide you to the sofa. The heat in the room is a palpable thing, a warm, living presence that seems to radiate from their bodies. They sit first, and Mark pulls you down between them. You sink into the soft cushions, and immediately you're enveloped. Mark's muscular arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you tight against his bare, hairy chest. You can feel the steady, strong beat of his heart against your back. Stefan scoots close on your other side, his thigh pressed firmly against yours. It doesn't feel like being trapped. It feels like being held. Like being home. The room is cozy, lived-in. A bottle of whiskey sits on the coffee table with three empty glasses, and the faint, sweet smell of cannabis hangs in the air. Mark picks up the bottle and pours three generous measures, the amber liquid catching the warm lamplight. He hands you a glass, and you take a sip. The whiskey is smooth and peaty, with a hint of smoke that reminds you of campfires, of late nights with close friends, of secrets shared in the dark. It tastes like trust. Like belonging. Mark picks up a joint and lights it, taking a deep drag before passing it to you. You inhale, the sweet smoke filling your lungs, and the buzz starts to creep in, loosening your muscles, quieting the noise in your head. You pass it to Stefan, your fingers brushing, and he takes a long, slow pull, his blue eyes crinkling with a smile. "To us," Mark says simply, raising his glass. His free hand finds yours, squeezing gently. "To our shared poison," Stefan adds, his voice a low, warm rumble, his eyes locking with yours. "To the gift," Mark corrects with a grin. You raise your own glass, and for the first time in longer than you can remember, you feel like you're exactly where you're supposed to be. "To the gift," you say, and you mean it with every fiber of your being. The clink of glasses is the only sound needed. The words hang in the air for a moment, and then the silence returns, filled with a new, thicker kind of electricity. The talking is over. But beneath the words, there's a current of electricity. It starts with Stefan's fingers tracing a prominent vein on your inner thigh, each hair he is touching giving you goosebumps of excitement, a slow, deliberate path upwards that makes your breath hitch. At the same time, Mark's hand slides under your t-shirt to your chest, his fingers combing through the hair there, his thumb circling your nipple, teasing it into a hard peak. A sharp bolt of pleasure shoots directly to your cock, and you feel a sudden, warm wetness as you leak precum into your underwear. Emboldened, you reach across, your own fingers exploring Stefan’s tight stomach, feeling a solid six-pack beneath the thin fabric of his tank top. You brush against the hard metal of his chunky nipple rings, teasing them just as Mark's teasing you. A low groan rumbles in his chest and you feel it—the heavy bulge in his shorts gives a powerful, answering throb. You lock eyes with him, a deep, silent acknowledgment of the power you all hold over each other. Stefan's gaze drops from yours, down to your crotch. He sees the dark, damp spot spreading on the front of your black underwear. A slow, wicked smile spreads across his lips. He moves his hand from your thigh, his finger pressing directly over the wet fabric, feeling the heat of your leak. He holds your gaze as he brings his finger up, glistening with a smear of your precum, and extends it toward Mark. Mark leans in, his eyes never leaving yours. He first takes in the smell of your cum, then takes Stefan's finger into his mouth, sucking your precum off with a soft, possessive hum. Stefan's eyes twinkle with devilish delight as he pulls his hand back. "I think he's ready for our treat," he murmurs, his voice a low, conspiratorial rumble. "Time for show and tell." Mark stands, and with a deliberate, almost ceremonial slowness, he pushes his sweatpants down just enough to reveal his neatly trimmed dark pubes and the top of his cock, which is straining to break free. He takes your hand and guides it down, pressing your fingers into the wiry hair at the base of his shaft. "Feel it," he murmurs. You explore the warm skin with your fingertips, and then you feel it—a slight, raised texture. You lean in closer, your breath catching. There, almost invisible unless you're touching it, is a small, black biohazard symbol. It's not a loud, proud brand meant for the world to see. It's a secret, a quiet affirmation, the lines still sharp and dark against his skin. It's a testament. A declaration. He went from shame to pride, and this is the proof — worn not on his sleeve, but in the most intimate place he has, a promise made only to himself and to the men he shares this with. Visible only to those who are close enough, willing enough, deserving enough to know. "My new testament," Mark says, his voice soft with emotion. "I got it last month. For me. For us. For what we are." Stefan rises next. He grabs the hem of his white tank top and peels it off over his head in one smooth, powerful motion, tossing it aside. The movement reveals his broad, muscular chest covered in a thick golden fur and the impressive nipple rings. He turns slightly, giving you a profile view, but his eyes are locked on yours. "This one," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, "you have to feel in motion." He takes your hand—not gently, like Mark did, but with a firm, possessive grip—and places it directly on his hip, over the large, bold scorpion. The black ink is stark against his warm skin. He then uses his own hand to guide yours, forcing your fingers to trace the thick, raised lines of its body. He makes you follow the curve of its tail, an unmistakable arrow pointing downward. "Mark told you about my stinger, didn't he?" he murmurs, a wicked glint in his eyes. He guides your hand all the way across his six-pack, down his trimmed pubes, pressing your palm flat against the heavy, throbbing bulge in his shorts. "Feel that? That's the power behind the poison." He releases your hand, but you keep it there, mesmerized by the heat and the pulse. He taps the tip of the scorpion's tail, right where your hand rests. "Got it the year I was diagnosed. It's been pointing the way for every toxic load I've ever given. And tonight..." He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "...it's pointing right at you." They both look at you. It's your turn. But you don't move. Stefan does. He closes the distance between you, his eyes holding yours. He doesn't kneel; he just squats slightly, his hands hooking into the waistband of your black underwear, pulling them down in one slow, deliberate motion. Your cock springs free, semi-hard from the charged atmosphere. And there, glinting in the warm light, is your heavy stainless-steel Prince Albert. A thick, 00-gauge circular barbell, the weight of it pulling your cockhead down slightly, the metal warm from your body heat. Stefan reaches out, not to touch the metal, but to cup the weight of your cockhead in his palm, feeling the heft of it. "Fuck," he murmurs, his voice filled with genuine awe. "That's some serious metal." "My testament," you say, your voice steadier than you expected. "I got it years ago. It's always felt like a mark of who I am. Who I want to be." Mark moves behind you, his chest pressing against your back, his chin on your shoulder. He reaches around, his own fingers tracing the warm metal ring, a reverent touch. "I've always wanted to feel one of these from the inside," he growls softly in your ear. "Maybe next time. Because tonight... tonight is all about us breeding you." Stefan's gaze is intense, analytical. He uses his thumb to gently flick the heavy barbell, watching your cockhead bob in response. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. "It's the perfect tool for breeding," he says, his voice a low, confident rumble. "That heavy ring is solid steel — harder than any cock. When fucking, it'll clap against the bottom's prostate with every thrust, milking him from the inside, sending him into heaven while at the same time causing some serious damage. Ripping you open so the poison takes hold for good." The image is so potent, so filthy, that a fresh bead of precum wells up at your tip, gathering on the steel. Stefan looks from your cock, up to your eyes, and while looking over to Mark, licks it off with his tongue. A new kind of intensity crosses his face, a decision being made in real time. "I'm getting one," he says, his voice leaving no room for argument. It's not a question. It's a declaration. "To match these." He flicks one of his own chunky nipple rings, making a soft tink against the metal. "We'll all have steel. A matching set. A triad of toxicity." Mark's eyes light up, tightening his arm around you from behind. "Fuck yes," he growls, his voice thick with emotion. "Us. Forged in steel." Stefan releases your cock and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small plastic bag. Inside are three home HIV test kits. Your stomach flips. "But first," Stefan says, his voice calm and matter-of-fact, "a ritual. We need to know where we all stand." He hands out the kits, and the three of you sit back down on the sofa, side by side, performing the tests together. The prick of the lancet, the drop of blood. Nobody speaks. The only sound is breathing. The silence is thick as the liquid creeps across the test strips. Stefan's result comes first. Two lines. Bold, prominent, undeniable. He holds it up, and you feel a jolt go through you — not of surprise, but of finality. This is real. All the talk, the bravado, the stories of him being a potent giftgiver... it wasn't just a fantasy. He wasn't just bragging. Here is the proof. Mark's is next. Two lines. Just as clear, just as strong. You've seen his before, but seeing it again now, next to Stefan's, feels like watching two pillars of a new world being erected. And then yours. You stare at the strip, praying for a second line to appear. But there's only one. A single, stark, mocking line. Still negative. Still on the outside looking in. The disappointment is a familiar, bitter taste in your mouth, a knot of failure in your gut. You've tried so many times, and still nothing. Your body is a fortress, its gates locked tight, and you hate it. Stefan takes your test strip from your trembling hand. He holds it up next to his and Mark's, the contrast stark and undeniable. Two bold, confident lines on theirs. One lonely, pathetic line on yours. Black and white. Poz and neg. The evidence of your separation, displayed for all to see. A stark reminder that you are the one who is still empty. Stefan leans closer, his blue eyes boring into yours. Mark pulls you back into his arms, his warm palm on your chest, holding you in place. "You can still walk away," Stefan says, his voice a low, intense whisper. "Right now. Go home, stay negative. Live your normal life. No one will judge you." He pauses, letting the words sink in. "Are you really sure you want to move on?" Your heart hammers against Mark's palm. You look from Stefan's piercing eyes to the torn pieces of your test strip on the floor. "Yes," you say, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm sure." "This isn't a game," Mark murmurs into your ear, his breath hot. "What we're about to do... it changes you on a cellular level. It rewires you. The second line – once it is there, it will never disappear. There's no undoing it. Ever. Are you ready to be poz for life?" The finality in his voice makes your cock throb. "Yes," you say, louder this time. "I'm so ready." Stefan's gaze doesn't waver. He holds your eyes captive. "Once you take our seed, you take our strain. You become part of us. Our brother. You'll carry this with you forever. Is that what you want? To be ours?" "Yes," you breathe, the word filled with a desperate, aching need. "I want to be yours." Instead of pulling back, they both press in closer. Stefan's hands grip your thighs, while Mark's arms tighten around your chest, trapping you between their bodies. Stefan's intense expression softens into one of knowing, predatory understanding. "We knew you would answer like that," he says, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. "We knew you would commit. You've already gone too far. You've felt the thrill too many times. "It starts with the thrill of a stranger's raw cock in your ass, doesn't it? That moment of surrender where you throw away the condom and feel his skin against yours, every thrust a gamble. You're not just getting fucked; you're playing Russian roulette with your own blood, wondering if this is the one, if his load is the winning ticket. "Then it evolves. It's no longer enough to just risk it. You start actively seeking the poison. The thrill of taking a poz load and feeling it burn inside you, that warm, toxic heat spreading through you, marking you from the inside. You lie awake at night replaying it, your hand on your hole, trying to feel the ghost of his cum still inside you, praying it took hold. "And the obsession consumes you. The thrill of jerking off for weeks afterward, not just to the memory, but to the symptoms. Every little cough, every fever, every swollen gland becomes a sign, a miracle. You're not just praying to get sick anymore; you're worshipping the virus as your new god. You're praying for the conversion flu, for the moment your body finally surrenders and is reborn. There's no going back to safe sex for you anymore. This isn't a choice; it's an inevitability. You are more than ready. You're already one of us in your head. We're just here to make it official." A slow, warm smile transforms his face. He nods, a gesture of profound welcome. "Good," he says. "Then let's get started." They guide you to the bed, and the atmosphere shifts from ritual to something rawer, more primal. You're already naked from the reveal, your skin prickling with anticipation. Mark sheds his sweatpants, freeing his hard cock —t hick and veined, the familiar weapon you've dreamed about for weeks. Stefan strips off his shorts, his massive cock springing free, and settles at the edge of the bed. He wraps his fist around the thick shaft and strokes slowly, his gaze never leaving you, watching you like a gift he's about to share. Mark lays you down on the soft sheets and positions himself between your legs. He reaches for the lube on the nightstand and slicks himself up, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've been thinking about this," he murmurs, positioning the head of his cock against your hole. He doesn't push. Not yet. He just rests there, the hot, spongy tip kissing your entrance. You feel a warm slickness begin to spread—his precum, leaking steadily onto your vulnerable skin. "Feel that?" Mark whispers, his voice thick with lust. "That's my precum. Already toxic. Already soaking into that thin skin around your hole. My poison is touching you right now, seeping in before I even start fucking you." He circles his hips gently, smearing more of his slick fluid around your opening. The sensation is maddening — so close, but not yet inside. "One last time," he says, his eyes searching yours. "Are you fine with this? Are you aware of what's about to happen? Once I push in, I will not pull out anymore before I cum. There's no going back. My charged cock is going to be inside you, leaking poison with every stroke. Is that what you want?" "Yes," you breathe. "I want it. Please." He pushes forward, and you gasp as the head of his cock breaches you. It's slow, deliberate, savoring. He fills you inch by inch, and you feel every ridge, every vein, every throb of his heartbeat through his shaft. Then he stops. You can feel him pressing against your inner ring, that second gate that guards your deepest places. The stretch is intense, and your body instinctively tenses. Stefan moves then. He rises from the edge of the bed, his hard cock bobbing as he climbs over to your side. He lies down beside you, his warm body pressing against yours. His palm finds your chest, fingers threading through your fur, feeling the rapid hammer of your heartbeat. "Breathe," Stefan murmurs, his voice low and soothing. His fingers find your nipple and begin to play with it, rolling and tugging gently. "You know you want this. You've wanted this all along. Your body knows. Just let it happen." He leans in and kisses you, soft and slow, his tongue exploring your mouth with a tenderness that contrasts with the pressure inside your gut. You melt into the kiss, and you feel your body responding — your inner ring relaxing, widening millimeter by millimeter, surrendering to the inevitable, the inevitable Mark. "There you go," Mark whispers, and he begins to sink deeper, gliding through that second gate, filling you completely. When he's fully seated, his balls pressed against your ass, he pauses, letting you adjust, letting you feel the weight of him inside you. "There," he whispers. "Right where I belong." He starts to move. First slow and short strokes, barely pulling out before pushing back in, letting your body adjust to his presence. Then longer, deeper strokes, his rhythm building. It's everything you remember. Passionate, rhythmic, intimate. He maintains eye contact, whispering endearments, telling you how beautiful you are, how perfectly you take his charged cock, how much he's missed this. Stefan stays at your side, his hand still on your chest, his lips near your ear. "That's it," he murmurs. "Let him in. Work for his gift. Squeeze his cock. Milk his poison out of him." His words send shivers through you, and you clench around Mark's shaft, drawing a groan from him. Mark's strokes are deep and measured now, hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans, his pace quickening. The room fills with the wet sounds of fucking, the slap of skin against skin, your mingled moans and gasps. Stefan watches, stroking his own cock slowly, his eyes burning with hunger. "I'm close," Mark warns, his voice ragged. "I'm going to fill you up. Going to knock you up. Once more — really last chance: You want that?" "Hell, yes," you gasp. "Give it to me. Now! Please ..." He buries himself to the hilt and freezes, his whole body shuddering. You feel his cock pulse inside you, feel the hot flood of his toxic seed coating your insides. He groans your name into your neck, his hips jerking with each spurt, pumping you full of his poison. His body shudders to a halt, but he stays buried inside you. His cock remains a rigid, pulsing spear of flesh, so engorged with blood that deflation is a distant thought. He resumes a gentle rocking, his strokes no longer for pleasure but for purpose. He's massaging his seed into you, pushing it deeper, churning it into your guts until every drop is settled where it belongs. "Let it soak in," he whispers against your lips. "Let my babies find their new home." Only when his cock finally begins to soften does he slowly, reluctantly pull out. You feel the emptiness immediately, the loss of his presence. But you also feel the warm, heavy weight of his load settling deep inside you, exactly where it belongs. You feel the emptiness immediately, the loss of his presence. But it doesn't last long. Stefan is already moving, his eyes blazing with a dark fire. He's been stroking himself slowly on the edge of the bed while watching Mark breed you, and the sight has clearly pushed him to the brink. He loves this. Loves sloppy seconds, loves churning another man's toxic load into a willing hole. "My turn," he says, his voice a low growl, thick with lust. "On your stomach. Now." The command is sharp, and you obey instantly, flipping over. Mark, recovering but far from finished, moves in front of you. He sits back against the headboard, his legs spread, and pulls your head into his lap. His softening cock rests against your cheek, sticky with his own cum. He strokes your hair, his touch gentle, grounding you. Stefan doesn't use more lube. He doesn't need to. Mark's toxic load is already inside you, slicking your channel, preparing you for him. He kneels behind you, lines up his massive cock, and pushes forward. The angle is deeper, more intense. You feel every inch of his intimidating girth forcing you open. "Fuck," he breathes, sinking in to the root. "So wet. So sloppy. Mark did a good job priming you." He starts to fuck you, and his style is immediately different. Harder. More assertive. His strokes are powerful, almost punishing, driving deep into your guts with each thrust. The sound is obscene — a wet, squelching, churning noise as his cock pistons through Mark's load, pushing it deeper, mixing it. Mark tilts your head up and kisses you, soft and deep, a stark contrast to the brutal fucking you're receiving from behind. "That's it," he murmurs against your lips. "Take him. Let him churn my load into you. Feel how deep he's getting? Let him seal your fate!" "You hear that?" Stefan grunts, his hips snapping forward. "That's the sound of conversion. I'm stirring his poz cum into you. Pushing his babies right up against your gut. And then I'm going to add mine. We're going to mix our strains inside you and create something new. Something that's part of both of us. A part of you." Suddenly, Stefan slows his thrusts. "Mark," he grunts, a command in his voice. "Get under there. I want you to taste this." Mark moves with a fluid grace. He releases your head and slides down the bed, maneuvering his body until he's lying on his back, his head and shoulders nestled between your thighs and Stefan's knees. His face is now directly beneath your hole, and his hardening cock, still sticky with his seed, rises right in front of your lips. Stefan resumes his powerful rhythm, and the moment he pulls back on an outward stroke, a new, shocking sensation electrifies you. A wet, firm pressure. It's Mark's tongue, laving over your stretched rim and lapping at the base of Stefan's cock, relishing in the cum being pulled out. You gasp, your mouth falling open, and Mark takes the opportunity to push the head of his now-hard cock against your lips. The taste of his dried cum on his skin is intoxicating. Stefan slams back in, driving the air from your lungs, and the cycle begins. On every inward thrust, you're filled with Stefan's massive cock. On every outward pull, Mark's tongue is there to worship your hole and clean Stefan's shaft. It's a relentless, overwhelming rhythm. "Here it comes," Stefan warns, his rhythm becoming erratic. "Time to seal the deal. Going to add my load to his. Make you ours forever." He slams deep and holds, his cock swelling, and then you feel it — the hot pulse of his cum, jet after jet of toxic seed flooding your already-full channel. He grunts with each spurt, a deep, guttural sound of primal satisfaction. As he floods you, Mark's tongue laps at your stretched rim, trying to catch the overflow, desperate for every drop. When Stefan finally pulls out, you don't feel empty. Mark's mouth is immediately there, his tongue plunging into your gaping, well-fucked hole, sucking and swallowing the combined loads that are now pouring out of you. He's not just cleaning you; he's feasting on the evidence of your breeding. Stefan, still kneeling behind you, watches with a look of profound satisfaction. He reaches down and runs a hand through Mark's hair, a gesture of affection and ownership. "Just like in the toilet," Stefan says, his voice a low, rumbling memory. "Remember that kid, Mark? The first one we bred together? How you felched our combined toxic juices from his hole?" Mark moans into your ass, his tongue working even more frantically, his answer clear without needing words. He's reliving that moment, that first time they shared a hole and feasted on the result. This is a ritual for them, too. A dark sacrament they are performing again, this time with you at the center. After a long moment, Stefan gently pulls on Mark's hair, guiding him up. "Come here," he murmurs. "Don't be greedy. Share." Mark rises, his face slick and shining with a mixture of lube and cum. He moves towards you, and you turn your head to meet him. Stefan leans in from the other side, his face close to yours. You are now the center of their attention, caught between them. Mark presses his lips to yours, and you open your mouth to receive his gift. The taste is immediate and overwhelming — salty, metallic, and profoundly intimate. It's the combined essence of all three of you. He pushes the thick, warm load into your mouth with his tongue, and you accept it willingly. Before you can savor it, Stefan's lips are on you, too. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then captures your lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue dives in, chasing Mark's, gathering the shared cum, and swirling it together. It's a three-way exchange, a messy, passionate tangle of tongues and lips and shared poison. The load passes back and forth between you, a sacred toxic cocktail being shared and tasted by all. It's the ultimate act of brotherhood. You are no longer separate individuals, but a single entity joined by spit and seed. You are finally, truly, one of them. The three of you collapse together on the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfied sighs. The room smells of sex, smoke, and skin. Mark reaches for the joint on the nightstand, lights it, and takes a deep drag before passing it to Stefan. The smoke curls toward the ceiling as you come down from the intensity of the fucking, your body buzzing and boneless. "You took that beautifully," Stefan says, his hand resting possessively on your stomach. "Both of us. Like you were made for it." "He was," Mark agrees, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your chest. "I knew it the first time I saw him. Knew he was one of us." The praise washes over you, warm and intoxicating. You feel claimed, cherished, part of something bigger than yourself. The three of you lie there in comfortable silence, passing the joint back and forth, trading soft kisses and softer words, letting the smoke and the high rebuild your energy from the inside out. It doesn't take long. The post-fuck clarity is replaced by a new, hungry hum. Mark's hand drifts down from your chest to your cock, which is already stirring against your thigh. He strokes it lazily, and you feel yourself responding instantly, your flesh filling his palm. Stefan watches, his own cock twitching back to life against his thigh, a clear, thick monster already rising again. "That hole of yours must be feeling lonely now," Mark says, his voice low and teasing. "Ready to be filled again?" "Always," you breathe, the word a promise. Mark lies back on the bed, his cock standing proud and hard against his stomach. He reaches for you, pulling you on top of him. You straddle his hips, and as you position yourself, it's Stefan who guides Mark's cock to your slick, gaping entrance. You sink down onto him, and the feeling is indescribable. You're so wet, so loose from their breeding, that he slides in effortlessly, filling you completely. You settle onto Mark's chest, your heavy PA resting against his stomach, and he wraps his arms around you, holding you close. "Just stay there," he murmurs. "Feel me inside you. Feel how full you are." You feel Stefan moving behind you, positioning himself between your spread legs. You assume he's just getting a better view, maybe preparing to take his turn again. You rest your head on Mark's chest, content to feel him pulsing inside you, enjoying the fullness. But then, a new pressure. Stefan's slick cockhead presses against your stretched outer entrance, right where Mark's shaft is already buried inside you. The pressure is immediate and intense. Your entire body goes rigid. A jolt, not of pleasure, but of pure electric alarm, shoots up your spine. You tense up, your body instinctively resisting the impossible intrusion. "Shhh," Mark soothes, his hands stroking your back. "Breathe. Relax for us. Let him join us." He produces a small brown bottle from somewhere and holds it under your nose. "Take a deep hit for me." You inhale, and the poppers hit you like a wave. Your head spins, the room tilting, and a wave of heat washes over your skin, making every inch of you feel flushed and alive. Your muscles loosen, and a warm, buzzing pleasure spreads through you. You want this. You feel yourself opening, but it's not enough. Stefan pushes, and the pressure at your outer ring is immense, a burning wall of resistance. "Again," Stefan commands, his voice tight with strain. Mark holds the bottle to your other nostril. You take another, deeper hit. The world dissolves into a haze of lust. Your body goes limp, your entrance fluttering, trying to obey. You push out, trying to open, and you feel yourself stretch a little more, but the thick head of Stefan's cock is still being held back by that final, stubborn gate. "One more," Mark whispers. "Give us one more. You can do it. Let us break that first gate together." You take a third, desperate hit, and this time, the poppers overwhelm you completely. Your mind whites out. Your body is no longer your own. You feel a dissociative thrill, a sense of floating outside yourself as you feel your outer ring dissolve, melting away in a wave of chemical heat. You push out with everything you have, a deep moan escaping your lips. And then it happens. An incredible, overwhelming slide. The head of Stefan's massive cock pops past the ruined muscle, joining Mark's inside you. You cry out, the sound somewhere between agony and ecstasy, as your entrance stretches beyond anything you've ever experienced. He slowly slides in, the channel slick and open, sinking several inches of his thick shaft into you before he stops again. A new, even tighter pressure deep inside. Stefan has hit the second gate. Your inner sphincter, the one that barely yielded enough for Mark's cockhead to pass, now clamps down defiantly preventing the entrance of a second invader. "Fuck, there it is," Stefan grunts, his voice a mix of frustration and awe. "The inner gate. The last wall of your neg body." "We knew this would be the hard part," Mark says, his voice calm and reassuring in your ear. "But you can do it. We can do it. Together. We're ripping you open from the inside, tearing down that wall. Making it easier for our babies to take hold." He kisses your temple. His lips are soft, a stark contrast to the brutal pressure at your core. "Just like before. Open for us. Let us break this last gate. Let our mushroom heads kiss inside you." "That's it," Stefan adds, his voice a low, encouraging rumble. "Push out for me. Let me in. I want to feel my cockhead kiss Mark's inside you. When they kiss, we'll release our toxic babies together. My bug and his... they're a team. Gonna conquer what one alone couldn't. A joint load, shot with the force of both of us..." The words send a primal terror through you, a desperate, overwhelming need. It's a full-body craving, a psychological hunger so intense you start to lose awareness of yourself, your entire being focused on the single point of impossible pressure inside you. "Yes!" you cry out, your voice ragged. "But I need more! Please, two more hits! I need the poppers to open the final gate! I need you both as deep inside as possible!" "Anything for you, for us," Mark murmurs, and he brings the poppers back to your nose. "Two big hits for this one. The final gate. Open it for us. Let us in." You inhale deeply, the chemical rush so powerful your vision tunnels. You hear them both talking to you, a chorus of praise and encouragement. "That's it... almost there... such a good boy... open up... let us in..." You take the second hit, your body trembling, and then you bear down with every fiber of your being. You feel the slick sweat on your brow, the burning in your thighs, the taste of blood on your lip from biting it so hard. You feel it—the inner ring giving way, tearing open, surrendering. Stefan slides forward the final inch, and you scream as their two cockheads push past, finally meeting deep inside you. You are impossibly, wonderfully, terrifyingly full. It's not just fullness; it's a feeling of being fundamentally reshaped, your guts rearranged to accommodate their combined mass. You can feel their two different viral loads already leaking from them, coating your insides, a toxic, warm balm preparing you for the main injection. Two cocks, two shafts, two sets of veins pulsing against each other inside your overstuffed channel. "There," Stefan breathes, his voice thick with awe. "We're in. Both of us. We broke your gates. Fuck, you're incredible." Now Stefan is doing all the work, moving his spear back and forth ever so slightly. With each tiny movement, their two cockheads grind together deep inside you, the most sensitive parts of each rubbing against the other in a slick, electric friction. The friction is so intense it’s like a live wire wired directly to your soul. All the while pressed closed to one another in the tight space of my inner chute, tighly held together by my inner ring. The dirty talk, the impossible fullness, the knowledge of what they're doing to you — it's too much. You feel your own cock, untouched, throb in time with their grinding, a droplet of fluid leaking from the tip, a physical testament to the pleasure building in your ass. You feel your orgasm building, a deep, primal pressure that has nothing to do with your untouched cock. It's coming from somewhere deeper, somewhere that their cocks are hitting with every stroke. "I'm going to cum," you gasp, the words surprising even you. "Without touching myself. I'm going to —" It hits you like a freight train. Not a wave, but a white-hot nova of pleasure exploding from your core, radiating outwards until every nerve ending in your body is firing at once. Your cock, pressed between your stomach and Mark's, erupts without warning. Hot, thick ropes of your still-neg cum spray across Mark's chest and stomach, painting him with your seed. Your hole clenches around both cocks, milks the double sword inside of you, the rhythmic, uncontrollable spasms so violent they feel like they might tear you apart from the inside out. The sensation is so intense you see stars. "Fuck!" Mark cries out, and you feel his cock pulse inside you. "Take my strain! Take it deep! Get pregnant with my bug!" You feel the hot, distinct pulse of his load as it shoots into you, a deep, primal warmth. The feeling of Mark‘s orgasm, the trembling of his whole body, the pulsing of Marks cock, the toxic wetness that is spreading deep inside of you triggers Stefan, and with a roar, he slams deep and unloads. "And here's mine! My viral load knocking you up! Sealing the deal! You're one of us now!” You feel a second, even hotter flood join the first, the two of them mixing, filling you so completely you feel it in your throat. The three of you are frozen in a tableau of ecstasy — Stefan buried to the hilt, Mark pulsing beneath you, your own cock still dribbling the last of your load onto Mark's cum-splattered chest. When the waves finally subside, a profound bone-deep exhaustion sets in, your muscles liquefying until your body feels like a ragdoll. Stefan carefully withdraws, and you feel a river of cum pour out of your gaping hole. Mark slides out next, and the flood intensifies, soaking the sheets beneath you. You collapse onto Mark's chest, utterly spent, utterly wrecked, utterly perfect. You're so thoroughly wrecked that you don't even close up. You stay open, a hollowed-out vessel, and in the quiet that follows, you feel the cool air of the room soothing your cum-slick inner walls—a stark, blissful contrast to the blistering heat that just filled you. Mark's hand moves through the puddle of your cum on his chest. He scoops some onto his fingers, brings them to his own lips, and tastes you. His eyes flutter closed, savoring. "Beautiful," he murmurs. "Even your neg cum tastes like it's ready to change." He offers his cum-slicked fingers to you, and you lick them clean, tasting yourself, tasting the salt of your own desire. Then he gathers more, reaching past you to offer them to Stefan. Stefan leans over you and takes Mark's fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean, his blue eyes locked on yours. And then, as if choreographed, the three of you come together for a kiss. It's not a simple kiss. It's a communion. Three mouths, three tongues, sharing the taste of your cum, passing it back and forth in a wet, intimate, filthy exchange. You taste yourself on their lips, taste whiskey and weed and something deeper—the taste of belonging, of being claimed, of becoming part of something bigger than yourself. When you finally break apart, you're all breathing hard, foreheads touching, sharing the same air. You lie between them, your body aching in the best possible way, their combined loads slowly leaking from your used hole. Mark strokes your hair, and Stefan's hand rests possessively on your hip. "Tonight was just the beginning," Stefan says, his voice soft but full of promise. "Our welcome. Our reconnection. Our first steps together." "Tomorrow night," Mark says softly, picking up the thread seamlessly, "is something different." You look up at him, curious, exhausted, already hungry for more. "We're taking you out," Stefan says, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. "We're going to a bathhouse. One of the big ones in Frankfurt city." Your breath catches. A bathhouse. Public. Anonymous. The thought sends a jolt of pure adrenaline through your exhausted body. "We've been on the apps and forums all day," Mark explains, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. "We posted an open invitation for a group breeding session on the regular forums like Romeo. In Romeo’s bareback and poz communities and on Buddy, we were even more explicit." His hand tightens slightly on your shoulder. "No loads refused. Poz and toxic preferred for maximum impact. Age and looks don't matter. Only cock size and viral load count. Last, we've been hitting up every toxic top we could find to make sure they get the message. One guy, his profile pic was just his AIDS-wasted body — he was so dedicated he even put us in touch with two of his friends who were obviously deep in their journey. The response has been... overwhelming." "We've booked a sling room in the most trafficked area," Stefan adds. "You'll be in the sling, blindfolded. You won't see who comes through that door. You won't know their names, their faces, anything about them. All you'll know is that they're there to breed you, many of them poz, some highly toxic, and that we are there to watch you and watch out for you." Your cock twitches despite your exhaustion. The thought of it —anonymous, faceless men, one after another, using you, filling you with their poisoned seed while Mark and Stefan watch over you, guide you, protect you... "Tonight was about connection," Stefan says. "About us, the three of us. About quality." "Tomorrow is about sheer quantity," Mark finishes. "We're going to flood you with so much toxic cum that your body won't have a choice. Every load is a gift, and tomorrow, you're going to be opening so many presents. We're going to make sure you're properly gifted. That test is going to show two lines if we have to invite every poz cock in Frankfurt to make it happen." Stefan leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "We'll be right there. We'll be the gatekeepers, choosing who gets to fuck you. We'll feed you poppers when you need them. We’ll give you a break, if we feel you need a rest. We'll take care of you in every way. We'll take care of your body, and we'll take care of your future. You'll be safe. You'll be ours, our pride, for everyone to see. And in between visitors, we'll enjoy all those anonymous random loads in your gut, while we fuck you too, adding our own to the mix, making sure the viral titer in that cum soup stays high and toxic, to do the job right. You close your eyes, their words washing over you like a promise, like a prophecy. Tomorrow. A bathhouse. A sling. Blindfolded. Used. Bred. The thought is terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. But then, another thought surfaces, "What if..." you begin, your voice hesitant. "What if someone I know shows up? Someone who recognizes me?" You ask the question, and the room goes quiet for a moment. Mark just looks at you, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face, but he says nothing. He just leans down and kisses you, a deep, possessive kiss that steals the breath from your lungs and answers you without a single word. "Rest now," Stefan whispers, pulling the covers over the three of you. "You're going to need your strength." You're pulled under, enveloped in an intense three-way cuddle. You're a warm, tangled nexus in the center of the bed, your legs intertwined with Mark's hairy thighs, Stefan's muscular frame presses against your back, and every inch of skin is in contact. You can feel the soft weight of their massive cocks and heavy balls resting against your own, a trio of spent beasts sleeping together, trying to merge into a single body of pure masculine heat. Their promise of tomorrow echoes in your mind, and just as you begin to truly relax, just as you float on the edge of sleep, you feel Stefan's hand trail down your spine. His fingers find your used, tender hole, circling the rim before dipping inside. "Wow," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're still open as hell and leaking. Can't have all those precious gifts going to waste. Gotta keep the seed inside where it belongs. Gotta let it take hold." He shifts, and you feel the nudge of his semi-hard cock against your entrance. With a slow, possessive push, he slides back into you, plugging you up. He brings his cum-slick fingers up to your lips, and you taste the three of you as Mark leans in, joining you for a final, good-night cumkiss. Two lines. Soon. Very soon.

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

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

Well I look at his from a different angle, not physical looks but character. my circle included an absolute asshole of a dude, I was not out, he was a straight gods gift type, bragged about abusing women, stole from employers, Bar fights etc.....but at a get together that ended in a rainstorm he offered the ride home, he asked to use my bathroom, he came out naked with a beautiful swinging 8" cock. Nothing was said, he sat down spread his legs and I gave the blowjob a cock like that deserved. He used me a couple times a month until he got on the wrong side of the wrong people and left town.

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

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

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

Rob’s first day on campus he met with all five of his TA’s at 10am for the first class. Teaching Assistants: Amer – 5’11 175 pound first year grad student from Egypt David – 5’7’’ 145 pound first year grad student of Asian descent Juan – 5’9” 200 pound first year grad student who was Hispanic Louis – 6’4’’ 280 pound first year grad student who was Caucasian Mitchell – 6’1’’ 195 pound second year grad student who was African-American Rob walked in to seeing five typical graduate level computer science majors sitting in the classroom. What Rob liked was none of his students seemed to have a that Type-A type confidence and none of them seemed to be socially comfortable which would play into the plan he and Greg have. Rob proceeded to introduce himself to his TA’s and provided his backstory including why he was now teaching. Rob spoke about how the dean was looking for a fresh voice and perspective to teach computer science concepts with the plus that Rob was not the typical heterosexual male but an out gay male who could help guide the department to be more accommodating of the larger student body. When Rob explained he was married to Greg he paused to look at his teaching assistants and could see a couple of them perk up in interest and Rob took note. He explained how he had an open door policy on campus and at his home to welcome his students to support any academic or personal needs they could have throughout the semester. Rob’s last words before they started the lesson for the day was that he believed in paying things forward. He has received a gift that changed his life perspective forever and would work with them to share that gift in hopes in it would do the same for each of them. At the end of the first week of classes, Louis came by Rob’s office on campus. Louis was having some issues with his section of freshmen students he was teaching and wanted Rob’s advice. The conversation was your typical professor / TA conversation but as they spoke Louis was getting more comfortable with Rob and started to open up about his non-school life. Louis admitted that had been thinking about Rob’s initial introduction and was curious how him and Greg’s relationship evolved. Rob sensing a curiosity that Louis could easily be turned suggested that he come over that night to Rob’s home to continue the discussion and they could have dinner together with Greg. Around 7:30pm Louis showed up at Rob’s home and when he knocked on the door Greg answered it in a pair mesh shorts and a tee shirt. Greg welcomed Louis in and took Louis’s handshake and turned it into a bear hug making sure that his hardening cock was felt by Louis’s body. Louis was a bit surprised by the hug but didn’t think it was out of the ordinary but when he felt Greg’s cock against his leg felt his own cock harden. Rob met Greg and Louis in the hallway and took them into the kitchen for dinner. During the course of the meal Greg and Rob talked about their relationship and could see that Louis was getting more interested asking very direct questions about their interactions. Rob and Greg sensing a curiosity became very open in their affection in the kitchen with casual and not so casual kissing along with hands rubbing each others hard/erect cocks as they passed by each other. At the end of dinner Louis got up to head out as he didn’t want to intrude further as he figured Rob and Greg wanted some alone time but Rob said he was welcome to stay as Friday’s were a movie night for him and Greg. When they all got up from the table Louis could see the hardness of both Rob and Greg while Rob saw that Louis seemed to be just as hard in his blue jeans. Rob led Louis to their living room and made sure to brush his hand across Louis’s crotch. Louis flinched and when he stopped, Greg bumped into him making sure his hard cock was felt on Louis’s ass. Rob turned on the television and had intentionally queued up some bareback porn to be playing which shocked Louis to see. Rob apologized saying him and Greg had been watching this movie the night before and would change it to something else if Louis wanted. Louis said he was okay with it as he just wanted to continue the conversation with Rob and Greg. With the movie playing in the background, Louis asked more questions of Rob and Greg to understand what it was like to be gay. Rob asked if Louis was asking these questions because he was interested in knowing Rob better or was he also curious for himself. Louis admitted he was curious especially with his inability to have any long-term relationships with women that maybe he wasn’t straight. While Rob and Louis talked about his curiosity Greg got up to get dessert for them and when he came back to the living room, Greg was naked with his cock pointing straight at Rob and a can of whip cream in hand. Greg put a dollop of whipped cream on his cock and offered it to Rob who immediately put the cock in his mouth and licked it clean. Louis looked on in shock and when Rob was done asked louis if he was open to having some dessert as well. Louis meekly nodded his head and before he knew it Greg’s cock was in front of him with some whip cream on it. Louis slowly took it in his hands and licked the whip cream off and before he could fully pull away, Rob pushed Louis’ head full onto Greg’s cock. Louis started sucking on Greg’s cock and then Rob pulled him away and pulled him into a deep passionate kiss. When the kiss broke off, Rob asked Louis if he was comfortable with what was happening and did he want to go further. Louis with a mix of fear and passion in his eyes nodded his head. Rob said I need to hear you ask for us to continue and I want you to say I want you to gift me my freedom to be who I am. Louis said to Rob and Greg, I need to experience what it’s like to be with a man. Can you gift me my freedom. Rob and Greg smiled and said you are ready now and as they took Louis in hand to their basement, Louis noticed that Greg had a tattoo on the small of his back that looked like a bio-hazard sign. To be continued

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

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

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

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