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So the be tldr is that I fucked my dentist yesterday. My bf and I go in together to get our teeth cleaned. He does his checkup on me, pokes around and leaves. He shows up that night and said he knew I sucked a lot of cock. Apparently, giving head leaves little red sores in the back of your mouth or something. This old bastard first wanted "to see what the fuss was about" and I blew him. He stuck around and fucked me after a break. I don't know how I feel about knowing that the hygienist and dentist knows exactly what I'm up to. Haha

My only thought is, why couldn’t that have ever happened to me. I would have been in heaven too if I could have found a such an amazing dealer to willingly set up a situation like this and make us both happy as can be. The pic is me after receiving three nice loads from a trans girlfriend of mine.

Alex gripped the steering wheel of his beat-up sedan, the engine humming steadily along the dusty backroad in rural Oregon. At 18, fresh out of high school, he was on a solo road trip to clear his head—away from his overbearing parents and the small-town boredom. Barely five-foot-four and slender as a reed, with messy brown hair and wide, trusting blue eyes, Alex looked younger than his years. He wore a simple t-shirt and shorts, his smooth legs kicking idly as he drove, radio playing some upbeat pop tune. Up ahead, thumb out by a faded signpost, stood a hulking figure. The guy was massive—over six-foot-five, broad-shouldered, with a wild beard streaked in grime and clothes that hung off his frame like rags: a threadbare flannel shirt unbuttoned to reveal a hairy chest, ripped jeans clinging to tree-trunk thighs, and scuffed boots caked in mud. His face was weathered, eyes sharp under bushy brows, a smirk playing on cracked lips. Alex slowed, heart thumping a bit—he'd never picked up a hitchhiker before, but the man looked harmless enough, waving cheerfully. 'Hey, kid! Goin' west?' the stranger called as Alex rolled down the window. His voice was gravelly, laced with a faint Southern drawl. 'Uh, yeah, toward Portland,' Alex replied, biting his lip. 'You need a ride?' The man chuckled, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat, his bulk making the car dip. Up close, he reeked of sweat, campfire smoke, and something earthier—like unwashed skin after days on the road. 'Name's Rex. Appreciate it, buddy. Been walkin' since dawn. You got a kind face.' He extended a massive, callused hand, engulfing Alex's in a firm shake. Alex flushed, starting the car again. 'I'm Alex. No problem. It's a long drive alone.' They chatted lightly—Rex spinning tales of odd jobs and wandering adventures, making Alex laugh with exaggerated stories. The hobo's presence filled the space, his knee brushing Alex's thigh accidentally at first, then lingering. Alex shifted, uncomfortable but polite, not wanting to seem rude. An hour in, Rex scratched at his armpit, wincing. 'Damn, I must stink like a skunk. Haven't had a proper wash in weeks. You mind if we swing by my place? It's just off this exit—got a little shack in the woods. I could use a shower bad, and hell, you look like you could too after this heat.' Alex hesitated, glancing at the clock. It was getting late, and the road was empty. 'Your place? I thought you were hitching...' Rex grinned, all teeth. 'Yeah, I'm between spots, but I keep a crash pad nearby. Nothin' fancy, but there's water and soap. Come on, kid—be a pal. I'll even throw in some cold beers from the fridge.' His eyes twinkled with feigned innocence, but there was a predatory glint Alex missed in his naivety. Against his better judgment, Alex nodded. 'Okay, sure. Why not?' They veered off the highway onto a rutted dirt path, trees closing in like walls. Rex's 'shack' emerged—a dilapidated cabin, roof sagging, windows boarded, surrounded by overgrown weeds. It smelled of damp wood and neglect inside, a single room with a lumpy mattress, a wood stove, and a tiny bathroom tacked on. 'Home sweet home,' Rex boomed, kicking off his boots. 'Shower's through there. You go first, Alex—I'll grab those beers.' Grateful for the courtesy, Alex stripped down in the cramped space, the water sputtering cold at first, then warming. He soaped up quickly, rinsing the road dust from his lithe body, his small cock and balls dangling innocently between pale thighs. Toweling off, he wrapped it around his waist, emerging to find Rex lounging on the mattress, shirtless, a can in hand. 'Here ya go,' Rex said, tossing him a beer. His eyes raked over Alex's slim frame, lingering on the towel's bulge. They clinked cans, Rex downing his in gulps while Alex sipped nervously. The hobo's chest heaved with each breath, dark hair matting down to a treasure trail disappearing into his jeans, which strained against an obvious, massive outline snaking down his leg. Conversation flowed easy at first, but Rex steered it personal—asking about Alex's life, if he'd ever been with anyone. The beer warmed Alex's cheeks, loosening his tongue. 'Nah, not really. I'm... kinda shy.' Rex nodded sympathetically, scooting closer on the mattress, his thigh pressing against Alex's bare one. Before Alex could react, Rex's hand clamped on his shoulder, the other yanking the towel away. 'Shy, huh? Let's fix that.' Alex yelped, scrambling back, but Rex was on him like a freight train—pinning the boy face-down with one arm, the weight crushing his ribs. 'What—stop! Let me go!' Alex gasped, kicking futilely. Rex laughed low, grinding his hips down. Alex felt the monster in those jeans—thick as a wrist, at least ten inches soft, now hardening into a battering ram against his ass. 'Picked you up fair and square, kid. Time to pay the toll.' He ripped open his fly, freeing the beast: a veiny, uncut colossus, purple head oozing precum, balls heavy and low like pendulums. The stench hit Alex—musky, rank from days without washing, foreskin packed with smegma. 'No, please—I'm not gay!' Alex begged, tears springing up as Rex spat on his hand, smearing it roughly between the boy's cheeks. His virgin hole clenched in terror, pink and untouched. Rex ignored the pleas, lining up the fat cockhead and shoving forward. The ring resisted, then tore with a wet pop, Alex's scream ripping through the cabin as inches invaded his guts. 'Fuuuck, tight as a nun,' Rex groaned, hips snapping to bury half his length. Blood trickled immediately, the dry friction shredding delicate tissues. Alex clawed at the mattress, body arching in agony, but Rex pinned his wrists above his head with one massive paw, the other fisting his hair to yank his face up. 'Scream all you want—ain't nobody hearin' out here.' He thrust deeper, the full girth stretching Alex impossibly wide, balls slapping against the boy's taint with each brutal pump. The hobo's sweat dripped onto Alex's back, mixing with the blood seeping from his ruined entrance. Rex fucked like an animal, grunting with effort, his beard scraping the kid's neck as he bit down hard, drawing coppery beads. Alex's insides burned, feeling like they were splitting—prostate mashed, rectum ballooning around the invasion. Rex flipped him onto his back midway, folding Alex's legs to his chest, exposing the obscene sight: his hole gaping around the pistoning shaft, frothy red lube coating the veiny length. 'Look at that pussy open up,' Rex taunted, slamming home to hilt, cockhead battering Alex's depths. The boy sobbed, cock flopping limp on his belly, untouched and shriveled from pain. Rex leaned in, forcing a sloppy kiss, tongue shoving into Alex's mouth, tasting of beer and decay. Pace quickening, Rex's balls tightened, the giant cock swelling thicker. 'Gonna fill you, boy. Breed that cherry hole.' Alex shook his head wildly. 'No—pull out! Condom!' But Rex just laughed, choking him lightly with one hand, the other pinching his nipples raw. With a bellow, he erupted—hot jets of cum blasting deep, flooding Alex's bowels. Rope after rope, the load voluminous, some backflowing out around the seal, mixing with blood into a creamy pink mess. Rex kept pumping through his orgasm, churning the seed until it frothed. 'That's my gift to ya,' he panted, pulling out with a suction pop. Alex's hole winked open, a cavern leaking steadily—cum bubbling out, tinged red. But Rex wasn't done. He straddled the boy's chest, the spent cock—still semi-hard and slick—hovering over his face. 'Clean it.' When Alex turned away, Rex slapped him hard, then forced the head past his lips, gagging him on the bitter cocktail of ass, blood, and semen. Alex retched, but Rex face-fucked him shallowly, wiping the mess on his tongue. 'Good boy. Now, about that pozzin'—I'm HIV positive, kid. Been fuckin' raw for years. You just got a nice, fresh dose pumpin' through your veins.' Alex's eyes widened in horror, choking on the words, but Rex just grinned, stroking himself back to full mast. 'Don't worry, you'll learn to love it. Round two starts now.' He flipped Alex onto his stomach again, mounting him without pause. The second rape was rougher, the cum-lubed hole yielding easier but still tearing afresh with the renewed assault. Rex hammered relentlessly, balls smacking wetly, his weight crushing Alex into the mattress. The boy whimpered, body going limp from shock, feeling the hot load sloshing inside as Rex added more—another creampie, sealing the infection deeper. Hours passed in the dim cabin, Rex using every position: bending Alex over the rickety table, legs spread wide as he reamed from behind; hoisting him against the wall, impaling him mid-air while biting his shoulders bloody; even sitting on the mattress, bouncing the limp boy on his lap like a ragdoll, gravity forcing the cock deeper with each drop. Cum leaked in rivers down Alex's thighs, his hole swollen and prolapsed slightly, a red, puffy ring everted from the abuse. By dawn, Rex had unloaded four times, each spurt a viral payload. Alex lay curled on the floor, shivering, his ass a throbbing ruin—bruised purple, leaking endlessly, abdomen cramping from the invasion. Rex zipped up, tossing a stained blanket over him. 'You can crash here till you sober up. But you're mine now, kid. Drive me wherever after.' Alex sobbed quietly, the weight of violation and infection sinking in, his naive world shattered in one brutal night.

I have always been a whore, and love to push myself further and further into the world of depravity. I have met many guys over the years that love to help me on that journey, and get their rocks off in the process. Jax was one of those guys, a total pig and beast of a man. 6’3”, surprisingly jacked for a semi truck driver. Hairy, covered in tattoos, thick and hung with an amazing 00g PA. And to top it off, a completely depraved pig. He was amazing! We first met a few years back when he stopped by a cumdump session I was hosting in a truckstop motel. He fucked me nice and good, loving how sloppy I was, and gave me two big loads. He was so impressed that he waited until I was done to get my info (what a gentlemen). We chatted and got to know each other over a bit of food in the diner. And after a great conversation he railed me one more time in the bathroom. We’d meetup for all kinds of wild fun from time to time. He was one of those aggressive bulls that loved to push me farther and farther. So one day he tells me to meet him at this truckstop, bring nothing, and to clear my next few days. I had no idea what to expect, but never say no to Jax. I’m there waiting when I see his truck pull up. Tells me strip and just waits for me. I start going, not minding if anyone else can see, and as I’m in only my jockstrap and socks, he tells me to stop and get in. Thankfully I picked a jockstrap that showed off all my ASSets that day! The wild weekend began with a road trip through Pennsylvania, just enjoying his spacious semi-truck cabin as we drove. The truck was our home for four days, a mobile playground of debauchery and filth. I had been down this road before, loving every second of it, but the allure of another round of non-stop action was too tempting to resist. He slammed me up, whipped out his already throbbing cock, and I got to work as he headed south. The open road stretching out before us, promising a weekend of unbridled pleasure and submission. From the moment we hit the highway, it was a blur of highs and lows, pleasure and pain. My toxic companion kept me high, constantly pushing me farther. He loved seeing me so exposed and waiting to be used. I was dressed in that jockstrap and socks only, the same outfit for the entire journey. The fabric grew damp with sweat and other fluids, a constant reminder of the debauched activities that filled our days and nights. I was in heaven, lost in a haze of desire and indulgence. He used me every chance he got and invited many others to do the same. The truck was a moving brothel, and I was the main attraction. We stopped at bathhouses and truck stops, where I was passed around like the cheap whore that i am. The men who used me were pigs, taking what they wanted without a second thought. On our second night, he got my insanely high and right there in a truckstop parking lot he let the men go at me. I waited ass up in the back as 22 different pigs climbed back to use me as they pleased. Each one took their turn, some long, hard, and brutal, others fast, cheap, and disgusting, but all of them using me for their pleasure, leaving me spent and sloppy. During the next day, I was fisted by the side of the highway, the rumble of passing trucks a constant backdrop to my moans. It was a scene of pure carnal abandon, the sun beating down on my bare skin as I was used and abused. Jax getting elbow deep as his muscular, hairy arms opened me up wider and wider. During a quick stop at a pay by the hour motel, the men who stopped were rough and uncaring, taking their pleasure without concern for mine. But in that moment, it was exactly what I wanted, what I craved. During one memorable stop, two particularly sexy fuckers pulled me out of the truck. They were massive, covered in tattoos, hairy and muscled, their cocks thick and ready. Right there in the back of a gas station, right by the dumpsters, they face-fucked me, their hands gripping my hair as they used my mouth back and forth. Jax and a few other men standing there, watching. Then, they spit-roasted me, switching between my mouth and ass, their movements synchronized to bring them both to the brink. When they were done, they made me suck their cocks clean, licking up every drop of their sloppy cum. As I waited there, happy and grateful used, they both started to piss on me, their hot streams marking me as their own. I enjoyed every drop By the end of the trip, I was a used and sloppy mess. My body ached from the constant use, but I was content, sated in a way that only such extreme experiences could provide. My toxic companion had kept me high the entire time, his chem piss continuing to push me farther and farther as I “helped him save time,” because I’m a caring companion on the road. It was a trip I would never forget, a wild ride of pleasure and pain, submission and indulgence. As we finally pulled back into Pennsylvania, he gave me one last use, loving how far he’d taken me. He kicked me out of his truck, still only in my jockstrap and socks, and drove away. As I stood their exhausted and smiling, I knew I would be back for more, always craving the next fix of this twisted, debauched lifestyle. But in the meantime, I had to introduce myself to the three burly truck drivers in the parking lot who were smiling and licking their lips…

I’m glad folks are enjoying this one….

Yesterday I made a trip to Brown Bag Video in Ottawa Illinois. I have only been there one other time and my expectations were not high but I thought I would give it a shot. You pay a clerk the 10 dollar fee and go back to the cinema/lounge where they have about 20 nice sized booths playing preselected videos. Most are not very good. I’m not a big porn consumer but I really don’t like production porn where the men are using condoms. It’s not representative of the sex I have. Anyway.. I walked around the very dark hallways looking in the open rooms to only see a few men standing or sitting on the benches watching the videos. I went into a booth and within a minute an older man with a belly came in to my room and closed the door behind him. I stood up and he grabbed my crotch through my pants and started to unbutton his. He kissed me with a lot of tongue and started pulling down my pants. He turned me around and bent me over. I really like it when a man is Dom so I did as the daddy wanted. He started to eat my pussy with a skill level that let me know it was definitely not his first. After a few minutes he stood me back up and turned me around and told me to suck him. His cock was nice. It was fat and about 7.5 or 8” long. As a seasoned bottom I sucked his cock good and he kept telling me what a good boy I was and to keep doing my job. After several more minutes he stood me up and kissed me again for a few minutes and turned me back around to eat my pussy again. He then asked if I wanted his load and I shook my head yes. He said where do you want daddy’s load and I just spread my cheeks open. He said good boy again and slid his cock in me. He started to piston me slow while telling me how good my cunt felt. I just kept moaning and thanking him. He kept saying what a good boy I was to just be there to take all loads for daddy’s. I said yes sir. He then asked me one more time, where I wanted his load. I said deep in my pussy sir. He did I was a good boy again and said I was going to get it. He then bred me deep. When he seemed to be done I turned around and sucked him clean. He said I was a good boy again and left. This was the first of a few I took yesterday.

Chapter 9 (and final) —— Josh —— Did I really just flood my little brother's butt full of toxic cum?!?!? He looked so hot riding my cock and his hole felt so tight and warm around my cock that I couldn’t of stopped myself. It wasn’t a small load either. I put one of the biggest poz loads of my life balls deep in his second hole. It be a miracle if I hadn’t just knock up Sammy! My cock twitched at the idea as we laid next to each other catching our breaths. The sweat thick on both of us. One of his last neg load all across my abs and chest. “Well that was super hot and a great surprise but there may be a few things we have to talk about.” I said, ready to get the awkward conversation out of the way. “Yea, that was intense, it was the best fuck of my life!” Sammy answered looking up at me with a big goofy smile. “What do you want to talk about? How soon we can go again? How often we can do it?” He was giggling as he asked his questions. His smile morphing into a mischievous one I had seen on many cock hungry boys. I also noticed his cock against my leg was now half hard where it had been soft seconds ago. “Woah there cowboy, its not time to mount up again. I need to mention something that might be a little startling to you.” I said as he moved his hand to my cock. I took his hand in mine to keep him from working my cock before we talked. “Okay, so I maybe should have told you this earlier but I am HIV positive and I haven’t been on antiviral medicine in a while. Well, truthfully, I never started them.” I told him looking into his eyes not knowing what to expect. “Oh, well umm I am not sure what to say to that. I mean I am negative or I was as of a few months ago when I tested last. I never got around to getting on Prep or anything.” Sam didn’t look upset or anything. He wasn’t smiling anymore instead his face was fixed into one of thought and concentration. It seemed like he was trying to figure something out. I stayed silent waiting to see what he was going to say. “I know that sounds bad that I was fucking raw and not on prep but I just wasn’t really worried about it. I mean I always fuck with regulars or friends of regulars. Plus, I tend to top more than bottom.” He finally said. “I understand that. I know serval guys like that. I was a bit of a chaser truthfully. I mostly top too, but I heard about a guy that pozzed up my friend. The guy had lied and told my friend that he was negative so he could stealth poz him. I decided to let the guy do the same to me. I been gifting guys since.” I briefly explained. “Ok, so chasing is guys that want HIV and gifting is giving HIV to someone that wants it. Stealthing is giving it to someone without them knowing. Do I have that right?” “Yea, in a nutshell that’s it.” I replied relieved at how he was handling it. Then he surprised me. “Have you ever stealth anyone? Wait, you didn’t tell Fernando before you bred him did you?” He was getting excited and his cock was starting to rally after it had deflated as we were talking. “Yea, I put my poz seed in his hole and he has no clue it was toxic. He wasn’t the first and won’t be the last I am sure.” I replied. Sam moved back to straddle my hips as he leaned down and put his lips to mine. We started to make out as he moved his hand to my nipple so he could play with it. I got rock hard instantly and as we made out he lowered his hole onto my cock slowly inching my dick into his used hole. My cum worked as lube to ease my now diamond hard poz cock into his sweet neg hole. My dick began working the charged cum from earlier deeper into Sam all while adding more dirty precum in his hole. He moaned into my mouth as our tongues tangled together. He started to ride my cock harder and faster. I moved my hips so that my up stroke meet his downward motion. He broke our kiss and leaned back as he looked me in my eyes. There was so much desire there that it almost made me cum instantly. “I want you to infect my negative hole big brother!! I want to poz other men with you!! I want us to be pigs together and share our secret pozzings!!” Me practically cried to me. I came within seconds of him completing his last sentence. I flooded his negative hole with another huge load. He was for sure going to get my strain and become my poz son! As I was unloading in him Sam started to stroke his big fat uncut cock. I stopped him and picked us up flipping us around so he was now on his back on the bed. I reached over and grabbed lube from the night stand drawer. I sat back and squirted a glob in my hand and worked it over Sam’s monster cock. I then refilled my hand and reached behind me to lube my hole. I kept eye contact with Sammy as I applied the lube. I didn’t break eye contact either as I sat down on his big fat uncut dick. Going slowly as I started taking him in. His size was a lot to get use to but it felt right. Once I had it all the way in, I started to slowly ride him. Picking up speed as my hole stretched open. I wanted him to load me deep with what would be his last negative load. That is exactly what I told him as I was riding his dick. Up and down, faster and faster I rode as we talked dirty till finally Sam’s face scrunched up and I felt him fill my ass full of his seed. I was in heaven. I collapsed on him and rest on his chest as his cock softened and slide form my hole. I knew I’d want to feel him in me again and soon. We rested for a bit before moving to the shower where my little bro convinced me to put a third toxic load deep in him. This was going to be so much fun. Very soon he’d be my poz son and we’d be tagging and stealth pozzing negative ass all over the city!! ——————— I hope you all enjoyed the story. I feel like this is a good stopping point, at least for this part of the story. I may revisit again with a fresh chain/story in the future. Only time will tell. Thank you all for you positive feedback. I really have enjoyed reading all the comments and seeing all the reactions. Uncut

WARNING: SOME VIOLENT CONTENT (2002) i made it to the age of 23 with my virginity intact even though I went to a liberal college famous for its gay activism and cruising. I just couldn't work up the nerve. It bugged me a little because most of my friends had started having sex in high school. It's not like I didn't have a sex drive or was unattractive...I just lacked even the tiniest amount of bravery. Maybe most of you already know that the longer you go without action, the more fantasies and fetishes start blooming in your brain...and the more you beat off. I had accumulated a huge porn collection by the time I graduated and moved out on my own. I decided on my 23rd birthday that I needed to get my cherry popped within a year. I went to a bar in my neighborhood that I figured was gay because of the rainbow flag that hung over the doorway. As luck would have it, it turned out to be the roughest, sleaziest spot in town. The instant I walked in, I knew I didn't belong in this place. The big bear of a bouncer studied my ID for a long time. "Have fun", was all he said after handing it back to me. There were TVs everywhere, showing porn and music videos. Most of the customers were older than me and wore leather stuff. One unhealthy-looking guy sat at the bar wearing nothing but leather bikini shorts. Some of them were handsome and many of them were definitely not. I tried to act like I'd been here a thousand times already but I doubt anybody bought it. The stares were coming from all directions. Dark eyes sizing up the new kid. I saw an open spot at the bar and ordered a beer. I looked at the TV screen above the liquor bottles and wondered what would happen next. There was a guy sitting next to me who was all leathered-up and probably in his 60's. And drunk. The thing was...he was the least threatening man in my vicinity. He was close to passing out...and so I resumed watching an old Madonna video on the screen. My goal was to finish my three dollar beer and leave. Done. Good-bye. I headed for the door and caught the bouncer's eye again. "Not your kind of place, huh? Well at least you didn't have to pay a cover tonight." I felt the need to apologize for some reason. "It's a nice place. I just need to go." "Wait just a minute or two. There was some kind of fight or something in the parking lot and the cops are out there. Cars, flashing lights." I stood there like the scared doofus I was. In my blue Izod shirt, new jeans and loafers. I was so stupid to just saunter in this place. The bouncer hopped up and left me alone...and then soon came back with a fresh beer and a wooden stool for me to sit on. Nice guy. "Thanks. How much longer do you think I need to stay?" He peeked out the window. "They're cuffing somebody. Shit's going down because they've got the K9 unit out. Drugs, probably." We listened as more sirens sang their way to the parking lot. "Holy shit, Does this happen a lot?" "Regularly. You're safe next to me. What's your name?" "Matt. Yours?" "I'm Brian. You're a cutie. Stay here and keep me company." Brian wasn't 'a cutie' exactly. He was in his 30's, very tall, a little fat and had that weird kind f mustache that reminds you of a walrus. He also had bucked teeth. But yet I felt electricity when he looked at me. He had a leather cap which only somewhat disguised that he was losing his hair. We spent the rest of the evening talking about the scene. The scary guys filtered out slowly and then it was closing time. I sat and watched the exit parade. So many of them scowled at me for whatever reason. "Let's go get breakfast," Brian said as he came back. Well, we skipped IHOP and just went to his place. I wanted to. He had a roommate who was always out getting fucked or partying (or both). They used to do it together, but Brian was older, more tired and had specific tastes. He was a "dad looking for a "son". I was agreeing to everything he proposed for us, but the truth is I just wanted sex. I wanted to see him naked at least. And I did. For about an hour. I massaged his back and size 17 bare feet, but then he went to sleep. I slept on the couch for a few hours until sunrise crept into the room. For the next few weeks, we "dated". It was never going to be serious. We weren't what each other wanted. He wanted a "boy". He wanted me to go get leather gear and have my head shaved down to a crew cut. I was okay with being a submissive, but I wasn't cutting my hair or wearing some leather vest or collar out in public. At least he was kinky. He liked to pee on and in me...and had a hatred for condoms. Only problem was that he couldn't get me relaxed enough to take his dick. He once got it almost a third of the way in, and that seemed celebration-worthy. "I didn't cum, but I put some swimmers in there." Brian also wanted to lick my ass, but I never liked the idea of that. It was just too gross. Why would a guy do that to another guy? One night we lied in bad and tried to discuss things. Brian told me about a little device he had that gave out electric shocks. Wha? He was into discipline and control. He had straps and cuffs and gags ready to go. He was older and knew more stuff, but I knew what and what I could not deal with. I was new, but I wouldn't apologize for not being into his scene. "C'mon. Tell me the sickest thing you'd do with another man." His huge dick was hard and standing up. I hesitated. I had some dark fantasies that I'd never say out loud. "Well...." He wanted to hear something, anything that we could share. "I have rape fantasies. I want forced sex. I want to asleep in my bed and have a group of guys break in and fuck me against my will." He laughed. "You're not nearly ready for that. Look how much time and effort it took me to just get partially into your ass. I can make it happen, but you need some preparation beforehand." "How do prepare for a rape?" "Start using a dildo. You need to loosen up that ass of yours first. If you stay tight, the rape won't be sexy for you. It'll feel like somebody breaking your ribs." "Oh." "I've got some here, but they're too big for you to start with. We'll go to 'Treasures' tomorrow and do a little shopping." And so a day later I came home with some little rubber dicks of various sizes and widths. Also some lube. He instructed me to start out with the smallest one and let him know when I got the biggest all the way in. All that week I worked those things into me while watching porn. The last one was the most difficult, but I got it all the way in. And started to enjoy the sensation more and more. When I called Brian to tell him about my progress, he was happy. "That last one is just slightly smaller than my dick! That means I can finally fill you all the way up! I'm saving my load for then. Saturday good?" And it happened. Finally my virginity was officially gone. We fucked regularly for a month, but he was growing bored.He really wanted me to be a true submissive and call him "Dad". He wanted me to wear and collar and have a crew cut. He also wanted to brand me with, like, an actual branding iron. I couldn't make myself love him enough to do all that shit. We drifted apart and the phone calls stopped. I knew the end was coming, but I still missed him. I never went to the bar he worked at, I'd find another place, but I needed some time to grieve, I was convinced I was over it all and ready to be available again that weekend. Saturday probably. On Friday night I got super stoned and listened to Depeche Mode. There was a heavy knock at my door. Shit! Was my music too loud? Did the weed fumes leak out into the hall? I had no clue. "Who is it?" "Security. Can we come in?" Busted. I opened the door slightly and a bunch of large men burst in and I was knocked to the floor. A heavy boot was on my head and then my wrists were tied behind my back with nylon rope. "Gag him, Stan." I could've sworn that was Brian's voice. I almost cried out to him, but there was now a rubber ball in my mouth that was secured with an elastic band around the back of my head. "You sure about this, Brian?" "Oh yeah. He's been wanting this. Carry him to the bed -- it's right through that door." Was this real? I was carried to my bed and plopped down on my back. A big, meaty hand was covering my eyes. "Should I use the blindfold?" "No. Let him see everything so he'll have a nice memory. Get undressed and I'll fuck him first. Danny is last of course." (chuckles) And then I was face to face with Brian. "Christmas came early, Son. No snow, however -- this is a dry Christmas. I wasn't sure what he meant until he plowed his dick into my ass with no lube. My God! It was like having a wad of sandpaper shoved up there. I was unable to scream, but tears formed in the corners of my eyes. He didn't stop. He had his patterns I was familiar with. Fast, fast, slow, still, and then super fast and cum. He rested his heavy body on top of me for a minute and then got up. "You can take the gag out now. I got him nice and lubed for you. I want to hear how much he's enjoying this." A new guy who had acne scars and sort of a mohawk straddled me. He wanted to be sucked. I did. He loved that. I thought he was stiffening his body because he was about to cum, but no, He pissed down my throat. I wanted to pull away, but his knees were locking me into place. And my hands were literally tied. His flow leveled off, and then he started fucking me. He was a little larger than Brian and it wasn't painless, but it wasn't unpleasant either. I liked it when he finally made a final thrust of cum inside me. I was moaning and talking nonsense words of pleasure. "Shit, Brian? Why are you taking a video of this??" "Just in case he flakes out and wants to go to the cops. We have proof that he liked it." Guy # 3 had a huge piercing in the end of his dick. I was glad he didn't want a blowjob because that thing could break a tooth. He just got down to the business of fucking me. I learned then that you really can't feel a metal ring shoved all the way up your rectum. I guess I was all loose and open at that point. I made more groaning noises because I knew Brian wanted to hear them. But really I didn't feel much more than a nice pinch inside. He came and crawled off. How many were there? Was that Danny? Was he the last? "Let him rest a minute and then it's Danny's turn." I looked over at Brian. He was getting all of this on videotape. I looked at the lens and said "These men are innocent. I invited them here to do what you've seen. OK, Brian. You can stop with the camera already." "No way. You're going to want a record of this. Danny has the biggest dick in the city...and it's lethal. He's got some deadly seed in those balls. You gonna get pregnant, Son." 'Danny' sounds like an innocent little kid's name, but the dude hovering over me looked like a chubby Charles Manson after a bender. He let his full weight settle on me before spreading my legs farther apart. He got the head in. "Shit, boy. You're so full of cum and blood. Try to tighten up for me a little. I'll make it worth your while. I got a dirty dick...dirtier than most. You have it in you now. I'm going to plant my poison in you - hope you've got good health insurance." I looked over at Brian. "HIV??" "Among other things", he said while still filming. "We probably all have it. We all fuck the same guys as well as each other. I might have given you some stuff already. Just enjoy Danny now." I tried. He was just so big. Inch after inch kept snaking its way into me. When would it end? He was inhuman. He took the longest to cum. He did and it hit somewhere deep in my organs. "Get dressed, fellas. He's spent. We'll show ourselves out." Brian untied my hands, kissed me on the forehead and left. My sickest fantasy had become a reality. What the hell could be next? I'l keep you posted.

Hi guys! I'm a kinky bttm bear, will be at Maspalomas 18-29 of March and wanna take as many loads as possible. Can host at the aparts near the Yumbo and plan to come to Strong construction, The Factory, Basement and other clubs. Let's meet and fuck 😉

With everyone on PreP these days (or good HIV drugs), being a bug chaser is pretty much a thing of the past anymore. It might be a hot idea, but getting knocked up is nigh on impossible. Or so I thought. So, I basically came of age well after the AIDS crisis (I was born in 1985), but slightly before PreP was available. So I still had all the AIDS fear and proper condom use education and rapid HIV testing and monogamy and such built into my sexual existence. I also was a late bloomer and was denying my sexuality for quite some time, so I didn’t start gay stuff until I was in my 20’s. My doc gave me a prescription for PreP when I turned 30, and I admit I took it for a few years. You know, to be a ‘good boy’. But in the semi-rural midwestern town where I live and the lack of sex I was getting, well… it just didn’t seem worth it. So I stopped taking it. And when my doc would ask, I’d lie and say I’d been basically celibate. Which I sorta had. I had a couple of semi-regulars, and they were all Prepped and Doxy’d to the hilt. So according to all the labwork, I was behaving myself and not being needlessly risky. Even though I fantasized about being risky. Like all the time. It made me slightly sick to my stomach to admit, but the bug chasing stuff really turned me on. It started small, as it always does. I accidently stumbled across some bareback porn online that featured a poz top and a neg bottom. I watched it- simultaneously horrified and aroused. And horrified AT my arousal. But then, as with all kinks, I kept searching out more pozzing porn, especially stealthing. And then the conversion stories. And the more I saw and read, the more I was turned on. So much so that it became all I would jack off to. I was borderline obsessed. I even thought about going to a big city like Chicago or New York and deliberately searching for a poz guy to fuck me raw. But I invariably always chickened out. Instead I stuck with my regulars and my rich, albeit perverted, fantasy life. Well, all that changed on my cruise. So, this is going to feel like it was all fated to happen, but I won a cruise. Yup, it was one of those fund-raising raffles that I got hit up to participate in at work. Yet another churchy raffle with mostly janky prizes. When Karen came around the office hawking the tickets, I dutifully chucked in my five bucks for one to get her off my back and promptly forgot all about it. Until I was contacted a couple months later and told I’d actually won the 5-day Caribbean cruise. Well I’ll be fucked—quite literally, as it turns out. Now, I rarely take vacations, it’s usually to go camping and explore a national park or something. Never once have I ever said “I’d like to go on a cruise” except maybe to Alaska. But I really don’t like the idea of being trapped on a floating casino-buffet with old people. Or children. Or both. But heck, this was free and I figured why the hell not? So I put in for the time off, and planned for my first cruise ship experience to sort of celebrate my 40thbirthday. The free cruise was pretty much as I expected. Small room. Not the fanciest boat in the fleet. Not super exciting ports of call. Families and older people abounded. About what you would expect from a donated church raffle prize. The only bonus was a cute Steward in my cabin area. Built. Cuban. Probably somewhere in his mid 20’s. Swarthy with a bit of an edge. Like a naughty, sexy edge that he exuded—I believe the younger folk call it ‘big dick energy’. And definitely gay. My eye contact with him as I boarded tipped him off as to which way I swung, I think. Or maybe it was the way my eyes lingered over the crotch of his very snug, very revealing trousers. But then again, these cruise workers are always hustling and working angles. And they seem to be very adept at spotting ‘fellow travelers’. Anyway, when I was getting situated the first day he introduced himself as Diego and offered to be of assistance for anything I needed. “Anything?” I asked, with a smirk. “Oh yes. I am here to help make this a good experience for you.” He replied, measuredly without breaking eye contact. “Well, I’ve never been on a cruise before so I’m a bit lost on what to do. Perhaps you could swing by my cabin and fill me in when you get off?” I say with every bit of ham-fisted double-entendre I can muster. He smiled. “I’ll come by at 8.” And then he was off. I wandered the ship and generally busied myself for several hours, before heading back to my cabin to get ready. And precisely at 8 pm, there was a light knock on my door. I answered, and he looked around furtively before ducking inside and closing the door quickly. “It is frowned upon to fraternize with the passengers,” he tells me. “I have to be careful.” “It’ll be our secret,” I assure him as I got on my knees. I unzipped his pants, which were even more snug with his erection, and pulled out a gorgeous, thick piece of uncut meat. It was hefty and girthy, with loose skin mostly covering the head. I immediately got to work tonguing and working his foreskin- much to his delight. In between me sucking him, we each got naked, until he was standing in front of me in all his glory. Which is when I saw the tattoo on his ass cheek. A small biohazard symbol. My dick jumped. This was my chance! I’d never been with a poz guy before and my stomach instantly churned with butterflies. “I see your poz,” I say looking up at him hopefully. He nodded. “I am, but I am healthy and undetectable.” I frowned, which he must have seen. His dick started to soften. “If it’s a problem, I can leave,” he said matter of factly. “Oh, no. It’s definitely not a problem. In fact… it’s kind of a… a turn on?” I whispered. “I just sorta wish you were POZ poz, you know?” “Oh really?” he asked, and there was that naughy sexy glint in his eyes. And his dick instantly got to fully mast in front of me, while a string of precum oozed from the tip. I lapped up the glistening drop and looked up at him again, smacking my lips. “Yeah, I’m turning 40 in a few days and was really hoping I’d be pregnant by now.” I was finally doing it. Living my fantasy and dirty talking like in the videos I’d seen. My dick was so rock hard. “Hmmm. Well, how about I work to knock you up then?” And then we got to fucking. Let me just say, Diego was a great fuck. I’d been taking the same three or so dicks for the past several years, so getting some strange was just what the doctor ordered- so to speak. He was much bigger than my midwestern fuck buds, as he was at least 7.5 inches. And thick! His cock was a solid tube of flesh from tip to root, probably about like that of a can of Red Bull. And he fucked like a bull. More than once, he clamped a hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet because the cabins had very thin walls. He fucked me on my back on the bed, my legs tucked around his muscular arms. He leaned forward and made out with me while his hips snapped in a steady latin beat. He fucked me for a solid half hour before suddenly increasing his tempo. “I’m getting close,” he ground out. “Fuck yeah, don’t pull out,” I growled. “You want it? You want a little poz Niño in you?” “Fuck yes! Charge me!” And the next thing I knew, I was feeling his cock throbbing inside me. And just the knowledge that he was HIV positive and cumming inside me pushed me over the edge. I started cumming no-handed, ropes of my jizz landing all over my chest and belly. “Yeah, milk my cock,” he admonished me. “Get every drop of that poz load, you fucking cumslut.” I did as I was commanded and used my ass to massage out every bit of his load. Eventually he softened and his cock slithered out of my well-spunked ass with a wet plop. He flopped down on the bed next to me. “Holy shit,” I managed to say eventually when my head stopped spinning. “That was two firsts for me.” “Really?” he asked. “What?” “Well, I’ve never cum without touching myself before, for one,” I tell him. “And two- I’ve never let an HIV positive man cum inside me before.” “Never?” he asked again. “Nope. You’re the first.” “Well, I’m honored,” he said patting my belly. “But really, you don’t have anything to worry about. I know this was a nice fantasy for you, but I am truly undetectable. The risk to you is basically non-existent. Especially if you are on PreP.” “I’m not on PreP,” I confide. “Well, you should still be fine,” he smiled. I turned and looked at him. “But… but what if I was serious about getting pregnant?” “You really want to catch HIV?” he asked incredulously. “It’s something I can’t stop fantasizing about. And honestly? I don’t know if I really want it, but the idea of it turns me on so damn much. It’s like I’m being drawn to it- like a moth to a flame. I know it’s going to happen, it’s just a matter of when.” “But it really changes your life,” he explains. “The meds. The doctor visits. The health concerns. The possible side effects. Dating. It’s much better to be safe and healthy. And there are so many options to help you do that now- all while allowing you to still have fun, incredible, bareback sex.” “I know,” I say dejectedly. “And I don’t know why I’m this way. But I’m single and 40 and I’m tired of being a good boy. I want to be reckless for once! You saw the way just the idea of your poz seed made me shoot my load. I can’t imagine how mind blowing it would be to have a real poz guy breed me. Like a truly toxic poz guy. I bet I’d lose my fucking mind.” He nodded thoughtfully and got quiet as we lay there. Eventually he spoke. “Is this really something you want?” “Oh yeah,” I replied without hesitation. “Well, let me think about it. I might have a way—no promises though. Okay?” “Deal. If you can make it happen… wow. That would be awesome!” He got dressed and had me check if the coast was clear before he snuck back out of my room. “I’ll be in touch,” he said, as he strolled quickly down the corridor. Although I didn’t know what Diego was thinking, I was already anxious with anticipation. So much so that I could hardly keep a different thought in my head. I woke up excited (and still full of Diego’s seed) as my mind ran down different avenues of what it might be like to actually take a poz cock. I had to keep doing laps of the ship and reading by the pool and exercising in the gym, just to try to keep myself distracted the whole day. Later that evening, I was startled by a soft knock at my cabin door. I answered and it was Diego. He breezed inside and closed the door. “Okay, so are you really serious about what we talked about last night?” he asked. “You haven’t changed your mind?” “No, I’m still very serious. I want it.” Diego nodded. “Ok, so do you have $300 in cash on you?” “Yeah, I brought cash and have that much. Why?” “So… I put out some feelers and there are a couple of guys who are down to give you what you want. Haitian brothers. Both poz- not on meds. They can’t afford them.” My stomach instantly knotted up with desire and nervousness. “Really?” I asked quietly. “Yeah. They’re both basically straight, but really need the money.” “Oh my god, so this could really happen huh?” “If you want it to—yes.” “I do! So, how do we do this? How does this work?” I ask feverishly. “Okay. So tomorrow we port at Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic. The brothers are working there and have a place on the outskirts of town. Now, I’m warning you—it’s pretty rough. This is not ‘tourist Dominican Republic’. This is the real shit.” “Oh… ok,” I say. “Um, I want to get pozzed, not murdered.” My nerves were kicking into high gear. “Now, I have a guy that I work with for various things in Puerto Plata. He’s going to drive you there and hang out and wait to make sure you’re ok. But still, I just wanted to be up front with you about the scene and what to expect. Still interested?” “Okay. I mean, yeah. I want to do this. I’m nervous and stuff, but also excited? Do you know anything about the brothers? Any details?” “All I know is that they work various jobs in the port, mostly the docks. One is like 21 and the other is later 20’s. That’s basically all I know. Other than they’re definitely HIV positive.” “And the chaperone/driver guy… does he know, um, what’s going to be going down?” “Probably. And he’s an older gay guy. Name’s Emilio. I kinda think of him as my gay grandfather. He’s cool, and I trust him like family. He’ll take care of you and make sure you come back in one piece. Just don’t bring any jewelry or your wallet. Just the 300.” “Okay then. Last question- so how do I meet up with Emilio?” “Meet me when we dock tomorrow, and I’ll hook you up with him.” And then Diego was off again. And I plopped down on the bed to think. My head was literally buzzing. Was this really going to happen? And the scene already had me rock hard. I often fantasized about getting pozzed up in a dirty bath house or a back alley. Or a seedy sex party. Or even raped. This was going to be something along those lines, I could tell. I mean, at the very least it was going to provide me with a good story. I mean, straight brothers going gay for pay and knocking me up on a Caribbean island? I mean, fictional porn writers couldn’t come up with a story this good! Needless to say, I barely slept. My mind was racing and I was so excited. And very nervous. And truth be told, more than a little scared. I mean, this was definitely out of the comfort zone for this middle age midwestern white man let me tell you. I didn’t eat any breakfast and I made sure I cleaned out VERY well in preparation. By the time the ship was docking, my skin was basically vibrating off by body and I had to keep pacing just to give myself something to do. When it was time to disembark, I packed up a cheap, gift shop fanny pack with the $300 in cash, a small bottle of swiss navy lube, and a bottle of poppers. That’s it. And I dressed in ratty shorts and a t shirt and sneakers—typical tourist attire. I met Diego at the gangway and he said, “You sure about this?” I nodded. “I just wanted to check one last time. Make sure you find me and check in when you are back. I’m going to want details. Nasty, nasty details.” He grinned devilishly. Then he walked me to where Emilio was waiting. Diego introduced us and I liked Emilio immediately. He was a handsome, dark Dominican older man with a kindly smile, silvery hair, and a strong handshake. He promised Diego he’d take good care of me. I hopped in the back seat of Emilo’s Honda and then we were off. I was chatty on the drive, mostly to keep my nerves in check. I peppered him with generic island questions and then asked how he knew Diego. He told me that Diego had approached him several years ago to take a couple on a driving tour, and ever since then they’d worked together for their mutually benefit. Without getting into too much detail, I gathered that Emilio was a man who had connections and could get things that Diego might need. And Diego could throw work Emilio’s way. Win win. I also asked if he knew where we were going. “Oh, I know where the place is that we are going, but I’ve never specifically been there. This is definitely a different sort of… tour… than I normally do. But I don’t mind.” He looked in the rearview mirror and winked. Before I knew it, we were outside the port and on a dirt road in the surrounding hillside. And then suddenly we were parking in front of a… well, for lack of a better term it was basically a shack. It was corrugated metal and some two by fours along with various bits of junk. Rusted. Dilapidated. And my stomach butterflies jumped into high gear again. Emilio turned to me and said, “Let me go first. I will make sure they are there and then I will come to get you, ok? Now, give me the money for safe keeping.” I nodded and handed over the $300 to Emilio, which he tucked quickly away. He got out of the car and sauntered up to the house/shack. He knocked on the door, and what appeared to be the younger Haitian man opened it. They spoke for about a minute, their Haitian Creole French lilting through the air. I saw them look over at me. The boy nodded and Emilio walked back to the car. “Ok. You can come now. I will wait by the car until you are… finished. Then I will get you back to the ship.” I gulped and got out of the car and followed Emilio back to the front door. He opened it and said, “Have fun!” And winked at me again. Oh yeah- Emilio knew what was going down. I hesitantly walked inside the brother’s home. It was definitely just as run down on the inside, but not cluttered or messy. Both men were standing in the open kitchen/living area space. I stopped midway into the room and we eyed each other up and down. They definitely looked like brothers. Handsome. Both the same build and size. Same skin tone and bone structure. Thin. Wiry. Strong. Decently muscled. Both were shirtless and wearing just shorts. Both were dark… very dark. Obviously they worked in the sun, but their black skin was like ebony. Being from farm country Nebraska, I’d never really had a good opportunity to be with a black man before… let alone two of them. The younger one thrust his chin at me and pointed to a back room. He walked in and I followed. The older brother lit a cigarette and sat down at a chair in the kitchen area. Evidently they were going to take turns, which was probably a good thing. The bedroom was spare to say the least. There was a bare mattress up on some crates, with some crates containing clothes, and not much else. The younger brother walked over and stood next to the bed, waiting motionless. I took that as meaning that I was going to have to initiate things. Which made sense if he was straight and just doing this for a payday. I nervously walked over to him and got on my knees. He looked down at me, expectantly. This is where my nerves went into overdrive and my stomach churned. This was it. The moment of truth, so to speak. Once I started this, there would be no turning back. I took a deep breath to try to steady myself as I made up my mind. My hand shook a bit with adrenaline and anxiety as I reached for the waistband of his shorts. I eased his shorts down over his slim hips. They dropped to the floor, and I was confronted by his flaccid, uncut penis. It was just as dark as the rest of him, with a good amount of foreskin hanging off the end. It was a nice-looking penis, but truth be told, I was kind of hoping for… bigger? I mean, I’d heard the stereotypes about black men and seen the porn videos, so I was ready to be confronted by an anaconda. Still, the dick looked pretty decent in it’s current state. I mean, it was thinner than I expected but hung down a decent amount and pointed to the ground. And the kid had a nice set of low hangers on him. Then I reminded myself that this dick would be the injector of a toxic load, and my own dick started to get hard- which kick started my desires. I leaned forward and took the younger Haitian’s dick into my mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath as my mouth enveloped him. The salty tang of his penis hit instantly as I started to suck and work my tongue around and in the foreskin. At first I was worried that the kid wouldn’t be able to perform. He kind of stayed soft for about a minute. But then, through my oral ministrations, his cock slowly but surely started to swell. And grow. And grow. And fucking GROW. It had been awhile since I’d sucked a dick hard from scratch so I kind of forgot about the concept of show-ers and grow-ers. Most guys I’d been having sex with were already fully boned when we got to the sucking and fucking part. But this one? I had the pleasure of feeling it grow to full size in my mouth, going from suckable to gag inducing by the time he was fully erect. And as for the stereotypes about the island BBC? I’m happy to say it was 100% true. When the kid was at full mast, it had to be over 8 inches. It was two handsworth of dick, plus the head. While maybe not as thick as Diego’s, it was close. I got my poppers out of my fanny pack and hit them in order to deepthroat him. I still gagged profusely as he was just too big for me to effectively manage. My hole was already twitching at the thought of taking this stud cock, and I may have said a silent prayer that my ass could handle it. I sucked the kid a few more minutes to be sure he was good and ready for the main event. Judging by the tangy precum he was leaking, he was pretty ready. He eventually tapped me twice on the back of my head, which I took as the sign he wanted to get in my ass. I stood up and shucked off my shorts and unclipped the fanny pack. I grabbed the lube and started fingering my hole to lube myself up for what was coming. Then I reached over and lubed up the younger Haitian’s cock liberally. He then nudged me toward the mattress, where I got on all fours for him. I hit the poppers again, and tried to relax. Thankfully the kid seemed to know he was bigger than average so he just worked my hole with the head of his dick for a bit. Feeling his raw, poz, black cock nudging into my pucker was making my body tremble with desire. I started to push my hips back to meet his shallow thrusts, and after a few more tries his head popped in me. “Oh!” I exclaimed as I felt his big ol dick start to slowly slide into me. I used my asshole to grip and grab in pulses around his shaft as he slid in. He let out a small moan as I did this. Pretty soon he was inside me most of the way, and I was feeling his head hit deep inside me. Deeper than any cock previously had gone, and it was bumping up against some barrier. There was discomfort as the head of his cock pushed to this point and didn’t seem like it would go further. The kid took this as his cue that he was all the way in, so he started backing out slowly before doing another slow thrust inside. The poppers were now working and my hole was starting to relax. And the warm rush was making me really get into the idea of what was happening. I kept thinking “Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod! This guy is POZ poz. And inside me raw. And his precum is already coating my guts! This is really HAPPENING!” My dick was rock hard while getting fucked- even with the poppers. Normally I go fairly soft with a cock inside me, as I’m all about my ass when I’m getting railed. But everything about this scene had me cranked to eleven! To his credit, the first Haitian fucked me slow and steady. His tempo didn’t really waiver and I got into the rhythm with my asshole. Using my hole to tighten up occasionally, or relax to see which he liked better. He seemed to like the open hole (probably more like a pussy), so I gave in and let him fuck me loose. I kept hitting poppers and let my mind focus on the fact that I was taking some toxic BBC. It almost didn’t seem real- like I was in some kind of dream instead. Well, after another 10 or 15 minutes of pumping, the kid slowly started to increase the tempo of his thrusts. I was fully into the fuck at this point- my nerves a thing of the past. He also finally grabbed my hips and started pulling my ass back into him to meet his thrusts. His dick was hitting deep at his point, and it was kind of starting to hurt inside me where his head was hitting repeatedly. I just kept hitting poppers knowing what was coming. Literally. I started saying ‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!’ each time his cock rammed in. Then for the finale he did a rapid fire short stroking mostly at my hole. I gripped my hole around him to add a bit of friction, and that seemed to do the trick. With a loud moan, he shoved inside me, and it happened. I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside my ass as spurt after spurt of his toxic juice started shooting inside me. My brain basically short circuited at that point. “Oh… Oh my… Oh my god… oh fuck,” was about all I could muster as I felt him cumming in me. It’s like I couldn’t quite process it all. I mean, what the fuck had I just done? I willingly let some random, toxic, AIDS cock shoot cum up my ass. And like—it’s IN there now. There’s no going back. The AIDS virus is now definitely inside my guts. And I PAID for it! Holy FUCK I’m a sicko! When the kid stopped cumming, he slowly pulled out of my ass. I reached a finger back to my hole and felt around. Yup, I was wet. I brought the finger to my nose and sniffed. Oh Yeah. It was that unmistakable cum smell. I definitely had his load. My dick jumped and drooled precum onto the bare mattress. The younger brother grabbed his shorts and pulled them up quickly. And without another look at me, he walked out of the room. I stayed on all fours and waited for the next brother, my mind all ajumble. A few minutes later, I heard the older Haitian shuffle into the room. I heard his shorts hit the floor and then felt him grab me semi roughly to haul my head around to face his dick. He was standing next to the bed, hands on his hips, cigarette dangling from his lips, his uncut cock already semi-erect for me. Just from his initial demeanor, I could tell this was going to be a different fuck than the first brother. This Haitian I could tell had seen some shit. There were city miles on him, and up close he looked rougher. More worn out. More pissed off at the world. And the fact that he was already sort of hard let me know that this wasn’t his first gay fuck. I shifted around until I was seated on the edge of the bed. I glanced up at him and he looked down on me with… what was it? Disdain? Hatred? Both? I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. Almost instantly his hand went to the back of my head and he started fucking my mouth- his cock rapidly expanding. And just like his brother, he was hung too. Perhaps even a touch longer. Where the first brother had just a beautiful, straight, decently thick 8, this brother was longer. More than the two hands by a good inch. Slight curve to the right. A thinner cock overall, less foreskin, but a huge, purplish mushroom head with a big fucking piss slit (which I tongued the hell out of). The head of his dick was taut and shiny, the flare of the head incredibly rigid. I reached back and found my poppers and tried to inhale some while he used my mouth- it wasn’t easy but he paused just long enough that I got some inhaled. Thank god, because he was really going to town on my mouth now. His cock jamming into my throat and that fat fucking head was making me gag with every thrust. I never claimed to be a great cocksucker—way too much of a gag reflex. Even with poppers, unless the dick is curved appropriately and not too girthy, I can’t take it. So this Haitian’s massive prong was making me drool and gag and cough up a storm. I nearly vomited. I did my best to put my hands around his dick to mitigate the depth, but he was really having none of it. And by how hard he was, he was definitely enjoying playing ‘gag the fag’. I just held on as best I could and counted the seconds until I was on all fours again. Eventually he released his hold on my head and pushed my shoulder roughly to indicate that it was time. He spit on his fingers and crushed out his cigarette and dropped the butt on the floor. I didn’t think my ass needed any more lube, but I knew his dick did. I managed to find the lube bottle and get the entire length of his cock slicked up, adding more to the head. In the back of my mind I knew this was going to be a rougher fuck, and I hoped my ass could take it. I wasn’t quite ready for how rough. After lubing him up, I wiped my hand on the mattress and grabbed my poppers again. I didn’t even have time to hit them before his fat head was positioned at my hole. Unlike his brother, this one didn’t try to open me up slowly. He just used one hand to aim it, and the other to pull my hips back. Hard. I cried out as he shoved in roughly. Even with the lube and just having been fucked and loaded by his brother, it hurt like a motherfucker! My hole was NOT ready for the onslaught. I quickly huffed poppers as he buried himself in me. Thankfully they worked their magic, allowing me to relax a little for his dick. Just like his brother, he found the deep spot inside me where his head hit a barrier. But unlike his brother, he was undeterred by this. Using slow, short thrusts, he worked his massive head up against that spot again and again and again, and each impact created a dull ache inside me. Deep inside. But then he grabbed my hips firmly and started to push hard against that spot. “Push out,” he grunted in heavily accented English. I did as I was told, and suddenly his cock broke through the barrier with a pop. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I groaned. I’d never felt this before and it was like I ascended to a new level of bottoming. It hurt, but it was also really fucking amazing. I hit the poppers and let him work his dick at that spot for a minute, getting me nice and open. Then he pulled back out, and rammed in hard. This time, his cock went through that barrier, but oof. It hurt. Like being punched hard in the gut. He did this several more times. Each time it hurt and I would cry out with a small “Ahhhhgh!” as he popped in. Then the fucking began in earnest. This Haitian used my guts like his personal punching bag. He pulled mostly out and short stroked me and then would slam home again. And again. And again. Sometimes his dick would pop up inside me deep illiciting a deep moan from me, and sometimes it just punched that area cruelly, causing me to yelp with pain as I tried to scramble away. He kept his hands digging into my hips as he fucked. Eventually he started using all of my cunt—pulling his dick all the way out before punching it past my ring and deep into me. Each thrust inside me was making wet, schlorping noises in my guts, and I knew that it was from his brother’s load pushing around inside me. This made me rock hard to think about, as did the feeling of cum trickling down my balls as I was being ruined. This fuck violently swung from pleasure to pain and back again. Just when I was starting to relax and enjoy it, he’d stab into my guts and cause me to wince. I just kept telling myself ‘You wanted this. You fantasized about being raped and pozzed, and this is probably what it’s like. And every thrust massages that first toxic load into your ass walls, so just enjoy it.’ I gritted my teeth and held on- my dick amazingly still hard through it all. Just when I was about at my limit, this brother thankfully decided it was time for him to cum. He grabbed me roughly and ferociously thrust into me rapid fire and deep. His groin was slapping my ass and I was howling in pain every time his dick hit deep in me. A deep, guttural growl started emanating from the brother as his orgasm built, and then with one more savage thrust he cried out and started unloading. “OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!” I kept chanting over an over as his big knob pulsed out his charged DNA deep inside me. Deeper than any cum had ever been shot before. I hit more poppers to ride the wave of ecstasy as I was collecting my second, toxic BBC load. A few more rough thrusts as his orgasm subsided, and he yanked his still hard cock roughly from my ass. Cum spattered everywhere as that head pulled the cum out. He then spun me around again and had me clean him off with my mouth. Which I did, but not before looking back toward the door and seeing Emilio standing there, watching. Oh shit! Well, I guess the old gay man knew everything now. Once I’d cleaned the older brother effectively, he too pulled on his shorts, lit up another cigarette and walked out of the room, brushing past Emilio as he left. “Um… you saw that, huh?” I managed to say. “I heard your cries, and I thought I better come investigate to make sure you were ok. You really took his dick well, all things considered.” “I guess so. Hurt like a motherfucker- but I got what I wanted, I guess.” “You think you might be up for another dick?” he asked, rubbing his crotch salaciously. “Watching you boys sort of put me in the mood.” “What? I mean, you sure? I mean… you sure you want to go in me after them?” I ask him, trying to say it without saying ‘it’. “Oh, I don’t mind. Plus, I figure you’re nice and lubed and open now. Which you’re gonna need.” My guts hurt like the devil and my asshole was kind of on fire, but my dick was still hard and having two charged loads in me had my sex drive ratcheted up to maximum cum whore. So why not make this a trifecta. “You sure the brothers won’t mind?” I ask him. “Naw. I checked with the younger one first. And I already gave them their money, so they’re cool with it.” “Alrighty then. But you may have to go a bit easy on me- I’m a bit tender after that last one.” Emilio sauntered over while unfastening his shorts. I could already see the prodigious bulge in the front, going down one leg. As he stood in front of me, I tugged off his shorts and… Holy. Fuck. Biggest fuckin dick I’d ever seen in my life. Ok, maaaaybe some porn dick has been bigger, but I’m honestly not sure. He was mostly hard when I freed him from his shorts, and it sprang up and hit me in the chin. “Damn, Emilio- you are fucking BLESSED!” I said in awe. “Blessed… and cursed. This dick has gotten me into a lot of trouble over the years,” he confided. “I’d welcome that kind of trouble!” I said jealously. “Well- you’re going to be on the receiving end of some of it,” he chuckled. Unlike the Haitians, Emilio was circumsized. And also unlike the Haitians, he was packing about 10 inches. Definitely over 9. In stories later I’ll probably say it was a foot of black dick (which it wasn’t) but damn it was close. And once it got inside me it damn sure felt like a foot of dick. He also had a set of old man balls on him that years of gravity had tugged down to about mid-thigh. I started by sucking him, and he moaned appreciatively as I worked him. He just let me work him at my own pace, not trying to gag me or anything. He knew what a weapon he possessed and he was benevolent with it. Now, the sort of nice thing about Emilio was his dick had a slight downcurve to it. And while it was ridiculously long, it was just pretty much a normal thickness of dick, with a normal sized cock head on it. I remember thinking the head was pinker than I thought it would be. I decided I needed to try deepthroating him, so I got on my knees to get a better angle at it. I hit the poppers, and as the rush started, I aimed him down my throat. To my amazement (and his) I hilted him in my gullet- nose to wiry pubes. I worked my throat a little bit before gagging and disgorging him. He gave out a low whistle. “Damn! It’s been awhile since anyone’s done that to me,” he said. “I think I need this in my ass. Now,” I told him. He got on the bed and lay on his back. “My knees and back ain’t what they used to be. You’re gonna have to ride me,” he told me. And actually I was glad of this. Normally I love taking dick like a bitch in heat. Being on all fours makes it feel less like sex and more like fucking to me. Plus I can arch my back and hit poppers and sort of control things. But a close second is riding a dick. I can control the depth and angle, and the way the dick hits usually makes me super hard. So I was more than happy to squat on Emilio’s massive schlong. I lubed him up prodigiously, and straddled his groin. “Just you you know,” I told him as I positioned his head at my fuckpucker, “Once this goes in, you will own the title as ‘biggest cock I’ve ever taken’.” He laughed. “Kid, I’ve claimed that title so many times from so many others they’re gonna put it on my tombstone.” I hit the poppers once again, and slid him all the way inside in one motion. His dick got to that deep place inside me, and just blew right past it, lodging his head well up inside me. I exhaled and my ass was firmly all the way on his groin. “Record, achieved,” I smiled. And then I got to work. Now, the one thing about riding a dick is that you, as the bottom, are responsible for all the work. I mean, I was having to lift myself up and lower myself back down to work his massive meat. And that’s a lot of lifting and lowering because of his length. But the side benefit of him being so huge is that I was getting a massive long stroke and deep dicking. And unlike the last fuck, Emilio’s cock was just gliding past the tough spot inside me- by a couple inches. Which caused wave after wave of pleasure. Even though my legs and thighs were kind of burning, I was getting stroked on the inside like never before. “Mmmm, I can feel their loads inside you,” Emilio said, his eyes rolling back. “Feels so wet on my dick!” “You sure you don’t mind?” I asked again as I rode him, cum leaking out of my ass. “Because…” “Because they’re HIV positive?” he said. “You know?” I asked, pausing with his cock buried inside me. “Oh yeah. I’m the one that found them for you,” he said matter of factly. “What?” “Diego told me you wanted to get knocked up, so I asked around a bit and found the brothers for you. I hope one of their loads takes and you go home with a nice, dirty Haitian baby.” “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” I moaned. He knew just what to say. “And you’re not worried about going after them?” “Naw, I’m poz too. It’s all good.” “You are??” I asked, my pulse racing. “Like I said, my dick got me into a lot of trouble in my younger days. I was hooking and fucked LOTS of people. Guys and girls. And I never liked condoms cuz they make me go limp. You can only play with fire for so long before something happens.” “FUCK that’s hot!” I exclaim. “Does Diego know?” “Who the hell do you think pozzed him?” This made my dick so hard and I started bouncing up and down on Emilio again like the fucking Pixar lamp. His cum slick dick was gliding in and out so well and the curve was hitting so good inside that it was starting to build me to another hand’s free orgasm. “Do you still escort?” I asked him as I rode him. “Not as much as I did, but yeah. Sometimes swingers show up on the cruises and do the whole ‘upside down pineapple’ thing. And then Diego will float the idea that he knows a well-endowed guy. You would not believe the number of husbands that think they want to watch their wives get fucked by some Big Black Island Cock.” “Oh my god!” I groan. “That is so goddamn HOT! They let you cum in their wives??” “Like the cucks have a choice. Most of the time they go in with the idea it will be hot watching. But then the men see how big I am and how much their wives are getting off on it, and they realize they’ll never be enough again. And they’ll get mad when their bitches are begging for my load. I’ve had a couple guys cry after I flooded their wife’s cunts. One guy punched me after- but then ate my load out of her.” “Do you tell them you’re poz?” “Nope,” he says with an evil grin. “Oh fuuuuuck,” I manage as I start riding him with gusto. I can feel Emilio inside me and he’s rock hard. I am working him with every inch of my ass and I’m trying to squeeze and work my hole on this prong. “I’m getting close to nutting,” I gasp. “I need you to charge me up. Please.” “Keep going, kid. I’m so close,” he moans. I redouble my efforts and I feel my own orgasm starting to boil. My nuts are tightening up and I have that familiar tension peaking in my abdomen. “Oh God, I’m gonna bust!” I cry, just as my load starts rocketing from me. The first volley hits Emilio right in the face. This, along with my anal spasms pushes him right over the edge. He grabs my hips and buries his bone as deep as he can inside me as I continue to empty my balls. As he starts to cum, I think I can see god. The feeling of that much dick launching yet another poz load in me has me out of my mind with pleasure. I’m speaking in tongues. My vision actually fuzzes out a bit- probably from the vigorous leg work to get him off and also from the heavy hits of poppers. Eventually I sort of come back to myself and I’m leaning over him, smiling. “Jesus Christ that was incredible!” I tell Emilio. “That’s what they all say, kiddo,” he smirks. “Well, if that doesn’t get me pregnant, I don’t know what will.” “It might. I’m not exactly undetectable. Just ask Diego. And you got a week’s worth somewhere just south of your spleen.” I laughed. “He wants me to give him details when I get back to the ship. You ok with me sharing everything?” “Oh sure. He contacted me because he thought I might be up for pozzing you up. But I wasn’t really feeling up for the challenge, until I saw Eduardo beating up your guts. That turned me on something fierce.” I lifted myself off Emilio. The long pullout of his massive rod was delicious. I made sure to tighten up my hole as best I could in order to keep all that cum inside me. We each got dressed and made our exit from the brother’s place. The older brother was nowhere to be seen, but the younger one smiled shyly and nodded in thanks as we left. We hopped back in Emilio’s car and headed back to port. Once onboard the ship, I found Diego and told him that I had ‘loads’ to tell him about. He smirked and said he was happy everything worked out and that he’s stop by later. I was still full of all that charged semen when Diego put his load into me after hearing all of the sordid details of my Island adventure. The remaining couple days on the cruise passed uneventfully, with one parting fuck from Diego. And then I was off and winging my way back to the middle of nowhere, USA. Diego gave me his cell number and asked for me to keep him posted if I got pregnant. Well, about a week or so after I got back, I came down with a nasty case of ‘the flu’. When I finally returned to the office, Karen swung by my cube and doted on me a little. “I’m so sorry you got sick. You must have picked up a bug on that cruise,” she said all concerned. “Yeah, I hear those ships can be floating petri dishes. But I still had loads of fun, especially in the Dominican Republic,” I assured her.

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"Motherfucker!" That was the moment I realized that what's his name had not left the video booth to go get poppers, lube, Molly and coke. In fact, I was almost 100% sure that if I walked out the side exit and around towards where he had parked his car, it would be gone. This sucked for a few reasons. First, I had just electronically sent him $160 to fuck me. Second, I was staying in North Portland and he had just ditched me at Mr. Peeps in Beaverton with no way home. Third, he had left three cheap torches, a sack of meth, two cheap glass pipes that had seen better days but were full of melted shards, and another bag of powder on top of the video console. I was in gym shorts with no underwear, and a tank top. If I tried to walk out with most of this stuff, I'd be clinking and clanking and far too obvious, unless I got the least judgmental Uber driver in the universe. It had to be done - I lifted the cheap plastic garbage can that smelled faintly of cum on the inside up to the level of the top of the console and swept all of paraphernalia and drugs into it, then tucked it back under the video console. Time to leave and figure out how to get home and I can't risk being distracted right now. Now that was taken care of, I grabbed my hoodie and stepped out of the booth into the main video store.

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Chicago's Steamworks is my all time favorite because it's big and clean, but particularly because of the stunning, friendly midwestern guys there. For some reason, Chicago guys find me particularly attractive--love that. Another one I like is the small bathhouse in Troy, New York (next to Albany). Pre-pandemic, I went to Albany alot for work--so would always stop by the bathhouse. There must be something in the Albany water because everyone has a huge cock! The bathhouse has a great mix of college guys and daddies. At the bathhouse, there was a regular--in his late 60's, with a nice body, and the longest, thickest cock I've ever seen. He would go room to room and fuck bottom after bottom until they call came. He loved an audience. He fucked me a few times too as he fed me poppers. I was amazed that I could take that massive stick--It actually wasn't that comfortable because it was so fucking huge. I did love his dirty talk and his great kissing. Sadly, I haven't been back since the pandemic. What are some of your fav bathhouses in the US and around the world

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Johnny Harris analyzes the origins of "fascism" as in the 20th century, then fast forwards to today (around the 40 mark) and identifies several countries where he questions if they are heading towards fascism or are fascist from a list of qualifiers. Then proposes a different term "illiberal democracy" to consider. I'm still watching i'm at about the 45 mark.

Agreed. I don't have any clue as to why he has consistently downvoted my comments. He just started out of the blue and he does it on other threads/posts. Who knows why?

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I’m here in Tampere, in the middle of Finnland for work. This is my first time here and I was curious about the gay life in this not too big but on the other hand, campus city. The gay guys here are so naughty here and hungry for kinky things. My phone was constantly pinging and sending notifications about new messages. As I was dead tired after the all day travel that was followed by the welcome dinner I chose the closest Asian guy who was furthermore only top and he was the naughtiest. *Warning: a bit literally dirty details are coming ** He wanted me as I was right then. Without showering and cleaning. I went there and he started to lick my all-day smelling armpits, my balls and feet and finally my ass. He also sucked me while he was finger fucked my hole with 3-4 fingers. He used only his saliva for lube and finally fucked me hard. After that he did all these things interchangeably until he said “0h my god I’m close “ I immediately shut at him and ask him to breed me that he more or less successfully accomplished. Unfortunately the first dose if his cum went only onto my hole and not into it. Then he started to make efforts to get me cum but I couldn’t as I consumed a huge amount of poppers. He asked for my pee instead. I didn’t feel that I needed, so I went to take a shower. I was already drying myself when I felt the stimulus and I called him to the bathroom. He ran inside, went to his knees and I started to piss in his mouth. He swallowed almost all of my piss and I let the rest onto his body.

Recently I was out and about driving around one night, and my hole was hungry for cock. A guy hit me up on Sniffies and said that he wanted to fuck ASAP. I was clean and ready to go, so we exchanged some photos and we agreed to meet for a quick pump and dump. He sent me his location, and when I pulled up to the property I could tell it was mobile home park. It was a little sketchy, but that’s fine. I pulled up next to his address and he was out in front smoking a cigarette and waiting for me. He was not too much shorter than me- about 5’8” I think. He was white, wearing a wife beater, and had lots of tattoos. He had lean muscle and looked a bit worn down, but he was so sexy. I remember him telling me that he was a Night Shift worker and was planning to head to work shortly after our encounter. He offered me some weed and I smoked it with him, but only a couple of hits. He was a bit strange and a bit of a talker, but I just let him talk- I don’t remember what exactly he was talking about. Eventually, he told me to take my clothes off, so I followed his lead. I laid face down on the mattress, which was on the floor. He ordered me into prone bone position and commented on how big my ass and my legs were. I said thank you and chuckled. He didn’t enter me for a little while- he spent some time touching my ass and eating it, talking more about how nice my ass was. He began tapping his rock hard dick on my ass, then proceeded to press his cock against my hole and enter me. As he entered me, I took a deep hit of poppers. I remember loving that moment and being so turned on. All I could think about was how much of a faggot and whore I am. I didn’t even know this guy’s name (let’s be honest- I never do know their names…). We only exchanged a couple of photos, and 15 minutes later he’s fucking me raw in his trailer, and here I am just laying here getting fucked like a whore on his dirty mattress on the floor. It was such a turn on knowing that I was just being such a slut and letting a stranger fuck me raw in a sketchy community. I guess you could say that’s a kink of mine- I love just being a hole for men to use, and I crave submission to men. He pounded my ass from behind, and it didn’t take long for him to finish- about 5 minutes. Once he was done, he abruptly got up and pulled his pants up and talked about how he was ready for work. That was my cue to leave. Fuck, that’s also so hot to me- just knowing that I was being used as a cum dumpster, I had been used and my purpose was fulfilled. Without saying a word, I got up put my clothes on and left. I’m pretty sure he blocked me after- but that’s fine. I don’t have any hard feelings when people do that. In my experience, a lot of more discreet men have complex feelings when post nut clarity hits- I didn’t hold it against him and I’m not gonna try to assume what he was thinking. I was just happy to get used. 😊

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On my way to school I wondered if he heard me last night watching the porn on the TV in his bedroom. When I got to school in rushing out the door, I forgot to change into jeans. I was still wearing my shorts which were running shorts. They weren't short booty shorts but they weren't long either maybe 3" going down mid thigh when standing up but when sitting down they crawled up my thighs a lot. I went to my classes, grabbed lunch with Jane and then went to work. There was a lot to do at work. Helping get late registered students into classes and some room changes for the department. One of our Professors was also starting a new class and needed a classroom. I was warned by the other staff sometimes he could be particular, gruff and strict. His name was Professor Post. He was an older man maybe early 60's, tall slightly bald with a moustache with an earring loop in his right ear. I was assigned to help him set up his class and arrange registration for late students. We met in his office, going over the late additions to his class and making sure they have their prerequisite classes. In our meeting he was the opposite, he was very nice, accommodating as we had some issues with the main registration office and even warm. We talked about my background and what I was studying. He shared where he came from before he came to this college. It was a nice pleasant conversation. I noticed he sometimes would stare down at my shorts. They sat high on my thighs like booty shorts and I tried to pull them down. I noticed and got self conscious and apologized as I was running late and forgot to change. He laughed and said not to worry. He said I have very nice legs and asked if I was a runner. I told him no that I was a swimmer. "You swim? Me too. I have a pool at my place if you ever want to come over and do lap swimming. " the Professor said looking down and my legs and shorts. His eyes devouring me made my cock get a little hard. I think he started to notice. "Thank you for the invitation, maybe one day. Are we done now?" I said nervously "Yes we are done for today. We will meet up again soon, I think" he said with his eyes working me over. My cock was half way hard now. I got up and used my backpack to hide my cock and left his office. Walking out I looked back and waved and could see him staring at my ass. I had to pee so I went to the bathroom. When I walked in I saw what he saw. My cock was pushing out and my shorts were still up at my mid-thigh. It must have been higher sitting down. When I turned around because my shorts were bunched up a small hint of my ass cheek was sticking out. I quickly pulled it down and went to the urinal. As I was finishing the Professor walked in and I could see his hard cock in his jeans. He looked huge. He nodded and I washed my hands and left. I finished up at work and them met some friends at the pizza and bar place near campus. I was glad it was a Friday. Jane stopped by early on to hang out with us. Professor Post was also there with a couple of what looked like professors and 2 students. I introduced him to my gf Jane and the others. Jane left early and me and my friends stayed till about 9:30pm. I was definitely buzzing and wanted to get home to sleep. I pulled in and went in through my door. After I got in, I changed into some underwear and a tank top. I was still kind of drunk and sat down and started to think about today and the last few days. In all my years I have never got noticed or got hit on by older men. But in the last week I let one touch me, eat my cum, eat his and now someone at work was checking me out and I got aroused. What was happening to me. It felt strangely good and sexy being admired and hit on. I could feel his eyes look me over. After all I was a guy and I knew when I was looking over a hot chic she could feel my eyes. As I was thinking about all of this I could feel my cock get aroused and start to get hard. What was going on with me? I am straight not gay. I quickly fell asleep.

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Most guys can't post a party on Sniffies or BBRTS and have 5-10 guys show up for a cum dump session. That's a young man's game. It's also more expensive to get even a cheap hotel room than to get a locker at the BH. If those same guys go to the bath house they can get fucked 5-10 times because when a hole is there live and in front of them, tops will generally fuck it, but if they have to travel to it, they have time to talk themselves out of it. I travel a lot and visit bathhouses in whatever city I'm in. It's not what it used to be, but I don't think they're going anywhere for this fact. When I was a hot young Twink, I could easily set up a cum dump session. Now that I'm in my 40s it's harder to do because I'm not in front of the people and all they see is my age. But live, at the bathhouse, I have a really high rate of getting guys that only fuck twinks to fuck me and come back for more because pictures of my ass don't compare to the live experience 🙂 I've been to Flex Spa. I went on a slow afternoon. I did get a weird vibe when I was there but chalked it up to being mid day and Thursday. I did however get fucked by a cute daddy bear in the steamroom so that was fun. I just wish I could have multiplied him by like 10 🙂

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For a bathhouse to become a favourite, it requires: (1) Good douching and room facilities (2) Some areas darker than others, including entire floors and darkroom areas. (3) Creative darkroom areas with cubicles, gloryholes, slings, etc. I've always noticed that in north America the public slings are never in completely dark areas. Years ago, I liked a bathhouse in South America that was fairly small, but it had a sling in a very dark room. I used to go to this bathhouse mainly to get on the sling. I could hardly see who was fucking me, or who gave me a load. I loved this place.

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This isn't odd. Often I miss out on opportunity as I don't catch on until a week later...lol. One trick is to be a bit more forward and see if there's any interest. Nothing so blatant as to cause an uproar, but a small gesture or stare, and then see if it's reciprocated.