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I was always ashamed of my penis size and started off my gay journey forcing myself to strictly bottom. I learned that you don't have to be hung to be a top. People enjoy sucking me and fucking me just as much as anyone else, and if you're into 'hUnG oNly" that's on them, next!

That I love being watched. That I love group sex. That I love being watched having group sex. That the type of sex pigs I wanted fucking me didn’t want to wear condoms. That I didn’t want them to wear them either.

One thing I learned is, there are all kinds of variations in our sexual lives, and each guy gets to live out his best life possible. Sure, there are obstacles to virtually every facet of our lives, both big and small. Dealing with them is something everyone has to do, and the way we do it at least as important as the "how". Ditch the fear of the unknown. Be concerned with that which we deal with almost every day. Don't waste time or effort with all the "what-if's" - maybe the cow really will jump over the moon someday. So what? You could be breeding instead of worrying, which is far more productive in every way.

I have spent so much time in Bath houses over the years. I really enjoy them. I like how there is something for everyone there. I have learned a lot. Men need an outlet like this to breed freely. After converting it was the easiest place to meet men that were also Poz.

I was a late bloomer, with my first gay sexual experience being sucked off at an adult bookstore booth when I was 17. Then, I kept going back, of course. It was at the bookstore that I read about the existence of bathhouses. I headed for the nearest bathhouse and I’ve been hooked ever since. They are safe places tomorrow have sex with a variety of men, which is why it’s sad to see them dying. Younger generations who rely on apps have no idea how much more fun bathhouses can be. I stayed in the closet a while, so bathhouses were my only sexual outlet. I learned so much watching and experiencing. It the first place I fucked someone, got my ass eaten out, tried poppers, fisted guys, dildoed guys, had group sessions, learned to enjoy bottoming, glory hole sucking, had my ass played with (expertly by my college English professor—but he didn’t recognize me). I’d also gotten the chance to watch so many guys having sex—fun and educational! My motto has always been that I would try anything sexually twice to see if I liked it, and bathhouses help me try many. What did you first try or see at a bathhouse?

My personal experience tells me that the 'A-list bathhouse queens (or the S&M - Stand & Model crowd if you prefer) are absolutely the worst fucks. I also learned that Joe Average is likely to be the best fuck there because he's serious about getting laid and knows why we're all there in the first place. I've also found some gems, still friends to this day. We bonded over sexual liberty and fondness for taking loads, or getting fisted, or whatever else we bonded over.

I would love to join a group of fellow POZ Barebackers for a get together. Clothing optional BBQ anyone?

Exactly that... As a Nomad I was lucky to visit many countries, cities and gay bath houses and enjoy and getting more experience acting on various situations that might differ per country...

I wanted to fuck him again. But I knew I needed time to recharge. “Give me an hour, boy, and I’ll rape that cunt of yours again.” I stretched my arms out wide as I rolled to my back. “How much did you smoke, boy?” I lay there for a while to catch my breath. Turned to Scout and admired the shimmer from the piss and cum spread across this smooth, pale skin, enhancing his masculine physique. His angelic face smeared in cum. He kept licking his lips in search of a drop. He was descending into a sexually driven state. I lay there for a while, catching my breath, the room still humming from everything that had just passed through it. When I turned, Scout was stretched out beside me, skin damp from the piss and cum; catching the low light, giving him this almost unreal glow. There was something striking about him in that moment. Not innocence. Not anymore. Something sharper. Hungrier. His chest rose and fell slowly, but his eyes… They were elsewhere. Fixed on nothing, or maybe everything at once. His face smeared in cum, his tongue across his soiled lips, absentmindedly, like he was chasing a feeling that hadn’t quite finished with him. I watched him, trying to understand what I was seeing. He wasn’t just reacting anymore. He was slipping into it. Letting it take him somewhere deeper, somewhere instinctive, stripped back, where thought didn’t matter and only sensation remained. And the longer I looked, the more I realised… He didn’t want to come back. I pushed myself up slowly and looked over at Scout. There was no softness left in the moment now, only intent. I told him to get dressed, but not to wash. I wanted the night to carry forward exactly as it was; no reset; no clean slate. Just layers building on top of each other. He pulled on loose shorts and a singlet, the kind that barely held shape, his appearance still marked by everything that had come before. The night was far from over. Something restless had taken hold of me. A need to move, to escalate, to see how far this could stretch before it snapped. Not just for me, but for him. How deep he’d go. How much of himself he was willing to hand over to the moment. I checked my stash. Untouched. Exactly where I’d left it. Control, at least in that sense, is still intact. Scout mentioned, almost casually, that he hadn’t smoked earlier, that whatever he was feeling had come from the shard the old man shoved in his ass. It registered, filed away in the back of my mind without much thought, just another variable in a night already running off rails. I set up a couple of lines, clean and deliberate. We both leaned in, no hesitation, no ceremony. I packed some supplies. Poppers, a baggie of meth and the pipe. Because whatever this was… It wasn’t slowing down. We moved through the building like we had nothing left to hide. Past reception. Past residents. Eyes followed us; lingering, judging, confused. Scout didn’t try to cover himself, didn’t shrink under it. If anything, he carried it with a strange kind of pride, as he’d already crossed too many lines to care about one more. There was a smell trailing us. Faint, but there. Enough to turn heads. At the desk, the receptionist looked up – and froze. I recognised him instantly. History was sitting right there in a cheap suit. The guy who fucked my ex-wife. The guy who kicked off the cuckolding adventures my ex and I once shared, until she got pregnant by a stranger. His eyes flicked between Scout and I, trying to piece together what he was seeing. Failing. Good. I didn’t slow down, didn’t explain. Didn’t care. Whatever this had become, it wasn’t private anymore. It was out in the open, raw and undeniable. And I was too far gone to pretend otherwise. High, wired, detached from consequences. That was a problem for later. Right now, I was chasing something else entirely: control, excess, the edge of where a person starts to disappear into their own impulses. Scout was already halfway there, and part of me wanted to see just how far he’d go. We hit the car park, footsteps echoing in the concrete hollow. I barely registered the movement. A force slammed into me from the side, driving me hard into a pillar. Air punched out of my lungs. Pain followed a split second later. Scout’s father. Of course it was. “Get away from my son!” He roared, eyes wild, voice echoing through the car park. His gaze snapped to Scout – Shock, anger, and what looked like grief all clashing at once. “What have you done to him.” It wasn’t a question. He slammed me back into the pillar. Sharp and immediate, pain shot through my ribs. “How’s your wife?” I spat. That did it. The punch came hard, straight into my gut, folding me over. “You’re a piece of work,” he snarled, and hit me again for good measure. Then he grabbed Scout’s arm, trying to drag him away. “Come on. You’re coming with me. We’re getting you out of this. We’re fixing this.” “I’m not going anywhere,” Scout said, planting himself. There was a standoff – seconds stretched thin – until security came ruching in, boots pounding against the concrete. They pulled his father back, arms pinned, his voice still cutting through the air. “I’m not going anywhere,” Scout repeated, calmer now, as he stepped toward me instead. We moved quickly after that. “I’ll make you pay for this!” his father shouted as we reached the car. “You hear me? You’ll pay!” I didn’t answer. Didn’t look back. The engine turned over, and we pulled into the night. The drive was quiet. Too quiet. The adrenaline still hadn’t settled, still buzzing under my skin. I needed to know – needed certainty, or something close to it. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, eyes fixed on the road. “About… all of it.” Scout didn’t answer straight away. Just sat there, looking out the window, the city lights sliding across his face in fragments. Then, slowly, he shifted closer – not saying a word, but making his choice in the only way he knew how. He unzipped my fly and pulled out my fat cock and sucked me off to full hardness. That was answer enough. We drove on. Out towards the edge of the city, where the lights thinned, and the roads opened up. I’d heard about the place before; Whispers, half-stories traded in back rooms. I was told that this place attracts all sorts of blokes eager to fuck, and like the cumdump I saw at the cruise club, this beat was perfect for attracting strangers. A stretch under the Westgate Bridge, tucked into scrub and shadow. A place where men went when they didn’t want names or questions.

My top was in rare form today, Its been about a week since our last meet up where its a regular quicky before work, i get a text "you free?" i always reply "yup ill be there in half hour" Weve been hooking up once a week for the last 2 months regularly and its the usual come im, find him on the couch bottomless, i blow him until hes rock hard, he bends me over, pounds away for 10 mins, cums and i leave. Today though was different and I kinda dig it. I get a text, "you free?" I reply "yup" He says "make sure youre good and clean i really need to eat that ass and im horny af" I reply "i got you" Normally i shower, clean out and toy myself so im nice and lubed up for him but today i just did my normal clean out toyed a bit but made sure i was 100% ready to have my hole ate. I drive over and let him know im there. Normal thing, doors unlocked and hes bottomless in his livingroom. I get down and start blowing him and he must be really horny because hes rock hard and leaking tons of delicous pre cum. He gets up and is standing above me grabbing my face and gently face fucking me which is our first new bit and hes hitting the back of my throat with ease and making me gag on his cock. he looks down and says "drool for me" i am... another 5 minutes of this goes by with him pulling out his cock and slapping it on my face (also new) he tells me get my face down. i bend over on the couch and he gets behind me and sticks his warm wet tongue in my ass. he grabs my ass and is just mushing it into his face. im moaning so loud he must be into it because he gets up and instead of mounting me smacks my ass and tells me cmon we are going to the bedroom. Total first here its usually a quick 10 to 15 minute quicky and here we are at least 30 minutes in and ive never seen his bedroom. he opens the door and its pink... oh he has a girlfriend... makes sense now... Hes behind me, kisses the back of my neck and shoves something in my mouth then pushes me face down in the bed. Im assuming its his girlfriends underwear. cant think straight hes back to tongueing me down and fingering my hole. at this point um leaking pre cum and hes jerking me. he wipes my precum on his cock and starts jerking then stops gets up and lines up. he spits on my hole then teases me popping the head in and out. i cant even moan load because his gfs underwear is in my mouth and im just in absolute heaven. all of the sudden he gets one good swipe in and balls deep. I pop my head up in surprise but he pushes it back down and keeps himself deep until my hole opens up for him (hes not small hes about 8 1/2 to 9 and thick with a fantastic mushroom head, my favorite bbc ive ever had. after a few seconds i manage to get her underwear out of my mouth and tell him please fuck me hard. without missing a beat hes pulling out til i feel the base of his flared head about to pop out then back deep again. i shut up and enjoy the thrusting. our normal fucks he usually lasts about 5 minutes and is ready to cum. today not sure again what came over him but he would go hard to soft to long strokes to shallow to pulling out teasing me he was just enjoying himself. At one point he said im going to breed you like the bitch you are flip over. he then grabs his gfs pillow (big pink fluffy one) and puts it under my lower back... he wants me in missionary. i oblige and he pops right in and goes to work. hes holding my ankles spread wide and im just enjoing feeling his balls slap against my ass. im in absolute heaven right now. he says hes getting close and then closes my legs and puts them over his shoulders. hes plowing deep and hard. im moaning and my mouth is open eyes rolling back he spits in my mouth then outo f no where makes out with me. im in awe weve never done anything like this and the second i can think is this happening i feel him stop deep and throb. hes cumming while moaning and tongueing my mouth. ho lee shit. he pulls out and i feel my hole just open and leaking he grabs the back of my head and lifts me up with him. im down to my knees cleaning him off and hes squeezing every last bit of cum into my mouth. i get up and he says hes into a lot more and well be getting together again real soon.

Always a bad sign and makes you hope the writer is okay, but I’ve been surprised at the number of writers coming back recently after a multi-year hiatus, so I imagine the stories that appear abandoned aren’t all beyond hope.

Especially for Easter, an exciting and intense story. The story will consist of several parts. Here is the first part, largely the introduction, but which is an important part of the ongoing story. have fun reading and I look forward to the reactions and reviews. Part 1: My first move The bus smells like stale air and old vinyl seats, but I barely notice it. My fingers tap against my thigh, restless. Outside the window, the city lights blur past-neon signs for bars, a small laundromat still open at this hour, clusters of people laughing under streetlamps. I' ve only been in the city for three weeks ; everything still feels so new. It is a stark contrast to the sleepy hum of my hometown, a place where the biggest excitement is the annual county fair. Here, every brick, every shadow, holds a story, a secret. I press my forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the neon blur of storefronts paint streaks across the pane. My breath fogs against the glass, a transient cloud obscuring the urban landscape, much like the uncertainty swirling inside me. So many people, so many different kinds and stories . I adjust the collar of my shirt, though it is not tight -just something to do with my hands. The party invite had said *Easter Bunny Bash*, all caps like it was shouting at me. I'd signed up without thinking much. I just clicked the button before I could chicken out. Now, the bus is slowly nearing the address, and my stomach twists . Not exactly nervous. More like... electric. After a while, the bus groaned and started to slow down. It halts, a sigh of hydraulic air escaping underneath. *This is it.* I grab the strap of my small duffel bag, my knuckles white. The address I'd painstakingly typed into my phone is glowing, a digital beacon guiding me to this new chapter. It is not just a new city; it is a new me. The small town had offered comfort, yes, but also a cage, its bars forged from whispered judgments and unspoken expectations. Here, anonymity is a cloak, a shield, and permission, all rolled into one. I can be anyone, do anything. Tonight, I plan to do "everything". Stepping off the bus, the night air hits me, thick with the scent of exhaust fumes, something sweet from a nearby bakery, and an underlying current of something electric, almost dangerous. My eyes scan the street. A block ahead, a constellation of neon lights bleeds into the darkness, painting the sidewalk in lurid reds, blues, and electric purples. The sauna is easy to spot. A glowing pink sign pulses above the door, casting ripples of light across the wet pavement. - The Rabbit Hole-, the sign pulsating in neon pink light. Below it, a smaller sign, equally vibrant, flashes : Easter Bunny Bash - Tonight! photo of the building and the street Men are walking in and out, most of them dressed casually , almost anonymous . A nervous feeling is stirring in my stomach, like anxious butterflies. This is not just any party. This is *the* party. The one I signed up for online, a daring click of a button that felt both terrifying and exhilarating at the time I signed in. I, Luke, nineteen years old, fresh out of the small-town closet, am about to lose my virginity right here in the big city. Not to some awkward fumbling in a college dorm, but here, in this labyrinth of desire, at a gay sauna, surrounded by men who know exactly what they do and want... what I want... My past flickers through my mind like a poorly edited movie: stolen glances in high school hallways, the hesitant, clumsy experiments with my own body under the sheets, the few furtive hookups that never went beyond touching, kissing , or a quick blowjob in a parked car or toilet. *Sucking cock.* That was the furthest I have gone in my sexual experience. I am still a blank canvas, eager for color, for texture, for the messy, vibrant strokes of real intimacy. I crave more than just sensation; I crave connection, even if it is just for one night, a raw, primal connection that bypasses all the societal filters, getting more experience , to take the next step in my own exploration of my sexuality. I want it and I'll get it tonight. The closer I get to the neon glow, the louder the music gets, coming out of the building, a low, rhythmic beat that seems to synchronize with my own heartbeat . My hands are getting clammy. What am I exactly expecting? Do I have doubts? I'm getting more and more nervous. The website had been vague, tantalizing. "Embrace your inner bunny," I had read, "let your desires run wild." I had clicked "bottom," a decision that felt both instinctual and strategic. I knew I liked to submit, to be taken, to be led . That's what I always do. I always let the other guy take the lead, to seduce me, to kiss me, and even guide me to suck his cock. So I'll let myself be led again, but with a goal... I want to be filled, stretched, claimed. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and anticipation. Slowly, I walk to the entrance . A bored-looking guy with a clipboard glances up as I approach . "Hi, im Luke, i signed up for...." I stutter nervously. "Confirmation mail..." he says loudly . I fumble for my phone, pulling up the confirmation email. "No name, just a code. All anonymous" he says, almost confirming that that was why he didn't want to hear my name. He scans it, nods , and jerks his chin toward the dimly lit hallway behind him. "Front hall. They'll get you set up." The guy opens the door as I slowly walk in. I swallow deeply , nervous as I am, as I take a step inside. The front hall is warmer than I expected, humid air sticking to my skin the second I step inside. It smells faintly of chlorine and something muskier underneath. A thumping bass of the music is vibrating through the floor, up my feet, and into my bones. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This is it. No turning back now. Let's see what this party will bring me and how I'll walk out of here again. I step through a short, dimly lit corridor ; the sound of laughter and distant music is growing louder before I emerge into an open hall. My eyes widen . The room is a riot of color and guys. It is turned into some sort of Easter bunny setting - lots of pink, yellow flowers, green fake grass, eggs... you name it. A group of guys is swirling around, most still wearing their casual street clothes but with an undeniable air of expectation. There are signs hanging on the ceiling , tops and bottoms , guiding which line you have to stand in . I just arrived on time, at the starting time, so if I have to guess, most guys are already inside. I look at which line I have to stand in; bottom , there are just four guys in front of me in this line. As I walk to the line, I see him. He is standing in the center of the hall, lit up by some pulsating light, a figure who embodies pure power. His eyes are dark black, his jawline tight. His body... just huge and muscular . He is enormous, a towering sculpture of muscle and dark skin, dressed in a surprisingly pristine white bunny suit. The ears, long and floppy, almost try to hide a face that has all sharp angles , a face that shows sexual amusement, a dominant sexual face and grin. A broad, confident smile stretches across his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth. His chest presses tight against the soft, fluffy fabric. Tight, as if he were about to tear out of it. His arms... bigger than my upper legs... a rough but gentle , most sexy fluffy bunny I have ever seen. He is holding a large wicker basket, overflowing with plastic eggs in every color: ruby red, emerald green, sapphire blue, sunny yellow. My breath hitched. He... this bunny... is breathtaking, a walking, breathing fantasy. My nervousness spikes, replaced by a potent cocktail of lust, excitement, and awe. The line is slowly, but steadily , getting smaller and smaller. Before I even know it, I'm in the front , still gazing at him. His smile widens and a predatory gleam appears in his dark gaze. "Welcome, little bunny," his voice rumbles, deep and smooth, like warm honey. It cuts through the music playing in the background , his voice pulling me even more into his orbit while he gestures to the basket. "Pick your fate." My legs feel like lead, but I force myself forward, one step after another, until I stand right before him. His presence is overwhelming, a heat radiating from him that makes my skin prickle. He smells a bit exotic, a mix of spices and clean sweat. I swallow as I reach into the basket, my fingers brushing against the smooth, cool plastic of the eggs before grabbing a bright yellow one. It feels lighter than it looks. Slowly, I pull it out of the basket. "A yellow one," he smirks while his eyes twinkle. He watches me, deep in my eyes ; his gaze is intense as I twist the two halves apart from the fake yellow egg. Inside, nestled on a bed of synthetic grass, I find a single, vibrant yellow jockstrap. It is made of a thin, stretchy, almost translucent fabric. I can't imagine it will hide anything, especially my ass. My heart is pulsing in my throat . I know what this means ; I need to wear this. This is the bottom sign . All the guys signed in as bottoms would get special colored clothing, and I just picked my color to play. The black guy, dressed up as a bunny, leans closer to me, his voice dropping to a low, dominastic whisper, his breath warm against my ear. The scent of him is intoxicating, creating a shiver that runs down my spine. "This means your special color is yellow, little bunny ," he smirks softly. He pulls back as he straightens his body again, his smile slowly turning into a full-blown grin. "Go to the changing rooms. You'll find them at the back ; just walk down that hallway and go to the right. Get rid of everything else. This," he points to the yellow jockstrap, "is all you'll be wearing tonight." I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. My voice gone, so I can only nod to him slowly , my eyes still locked into his. "And listen carefully, boy," he continues, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music, but intimate enough to feel like a secret shared only with me. "Anyone who picks a yellow egg, they get to play with you. No exceptions... And the rules? You set them. Or you don't. The party host is not responsible for anything that happens in here tonight. This is your journey. Your adventure. Your pleasure. And your pain." A shiver of fear, excitement, temptation , and lust shoots through me. *My pleasure. My pain.* The words resonate deep within. Some primal feelings occur , the feeling of being hunted, wanting to be hunted, wanting to be owned. Some feeling I did not know I possessed. "Understood?" he asks, his gaze watching me deep in my eyes. I only manage to nod again, my voice lost somewhere in the sudden rush of adrenaline. "Good boy." He winks . "Now go. Have fun." I turn around , the yellow jockstrap clutched in my hand. Slowly, I start to walk up the hallway, then to the right and right to the changing rooms . I'll pick one . The changing room is small, individual, with a narrow bench, a mirror, and a hook on the wall. I slip inside, the flimsy door clicking shut behind me. A single fluorescent light above me casts a harsh glow on the worn tile floor. I strip off my clothes, each item feeling heavier than the last. My jeans, my t-shirt, my boxers - I lay them in a pile on the bench, a small mound of fabric representing the cautious, inexperienced boy I am about to shake off. In just a few minutes, I am completely naked in the changing room , watching myself in a mirror that's hanging in front of me, my white naked skin in the cool air, my blond curly hair . My body, fit from years of casual sports, has no chest hair ; my pubes are carefully shaved smooth just for tonight. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but ready. As I watch myself, I'm getting a bit hard ; it is a mix of nerves and desire. I can feel my cock swelling up slightly from expectations of what will come. I pick up the yellow jockstrap. The fabric feels surprisingly soft against my fingers while I pull it up my legs, over my hips, the elastic waistband tight against my skin. My cock, clearly visible and a bit hard, is pushing against the thin fabric. This fabric won't hide anything, I guess. My ass, round and clearly visible , the fabric is pushing tight against my hole. I feel exposed, ready to be used. It is revealing, almost obscene, but a thrill shoots through me. This is it. This is my uniform for the night. My invitation. My surrender. I stare at my reflection in the mirror on the wall. My blonde curly hair, my eyes wide and a little wild. I take a deep, shaky breath. *No limits.* That's what I'd told myself before I signed in. I want to be dominated, to be challenged, to flirt, to play. I want to experience everything, every sensation, every nuance of pleasure and pain. This is not just about losing my virginity; it is about finding myself, pushing boundaries, exploring the depths of my own desires. I run a hand over my shaven pubes, and grab my balls through the thin yellow fabric. The jockstrap feels like a second skin, so tight and tender. The thought of all the eyes, all these hands, on me, on my body, sends a wave of heat through me. I imagine the hard fucking, the exquisite pain, the primal release. A dark, exhilarating anticipation pulses in my chest. I take one last look at my reflection. The boy from the small town is gone. Tonight, I am the yellow bottom , a willing prey, ready to step into the unknown. I push the changing room door open to the other side. The sound of a party rushes in, the music, the beats, the men talking, sounds of pleasure and whirlpools and splashing, a symphony of desire, as I walk my first steps into the gay sauna, into..... the Easter Bunny Bash.....

Finally got around to continuing this story - Part 4 The combination of the all the alcohol, pain medication, the poppers, Maximum Impact, plus the emotional/sexual overload from feeling John’s toxic load pumped deep in my ass, pushed me into a trance. When I slowly returned to consciousness, I could feel John’s hard cock pressing against my butt cheeks. He had an arm wrapped around me and was alternating between playing with my nipples and playing with my cock and balls. “How long have I been out of it?”, I asked John. “About 20 minutes. How are you feeling?”, John asked. “I still feel the alcohol and the high from the pain pill, but the high from the other things has worn off.” John got up off the bed and helped me sit up. He reached into his bag and took out a bottle of Gatorade, handing it to me. “Drink up. You need to keep yourself hydrated. Is the evening meeting your expectations?” “This is way above anything I imagined. The intensity of it was unreal.” As I sat there drinking the Gatorade I noticed that my cock was rock hard. It was bobbing up and down as if was shaking it’s head in agreement. “From the moment I began sucking your gorgeous cock, until you were pumping your load deep in my ass, all I could think about was your cock and my ass. I forgot all about my cock and my own orgasm. It was like my ass was the only source of my pleasure. My cock and balls ceased to exist.” John smiled. “Good. I am glad you enjoyed it. You found the symbol cleverly disguised in my tattoo. Are you still okay with me shooting my load deep in you?” “YES! It is so freeing! The fear is completely gone. I feel free to give into all my fantasies and desires now without fear or guilt.” John reached down and cupped my smooth shaved ball sack in his hand and began to slowly squeeze and release my balls, like he was pumping them up. “It is time for another decision. You wanted my raw cock in your ass and you gave into your desire. You fantasized about a Poz cock shooting deep in you. You suspected that I was Poz and you had many opportunities to stop throughout the day, yet decision after decision that you made brought you closer to realizing your fantasy. Yes I am Poz and I stopped my meds about 9 months ago so I have a high viral load. Right now my toxic cum is slowly being absorbed into your body. The grain alcohol and the pain pill dissolved in it will have slightly irritated the lining of your ass, so absorption of my cum is easier. You can lay here and sleep for a few hours until the alcohol has worn off then safely drive home. You have 24 to 48 hours to get to a clinic and start on Post Exposure meds to keep you from becoming Poz. You can also choose to continue playing some more tonight and see how much more thrilling the night can be. Decision time.” John’s gentle squeezing of my balls had my cock rock hard and throbbing. It was bobbing up and down, YES, YES, YES. The thought of John’s toxic cum seeping into my blood was making my ass tingle. I had plenty of time to get to a clinic and start meds. What would it hurt to play some more? “Will I get another load of your toxic cum deep in my ass?” “Yes, if you decide to continue playing tonight, and probably some loads from others if you want. They may or may not be Poz ones. Decision time.” I am sure John knew what my decision was going to be, but putting the choice on me a step at a time built the desires and slowly gnawed away at any logical thoughts. “I want to get fucked some more”, I said. I had finished the bottle of Gatorade. John opened another bottle and poured some more into my empty bottle. Then he pulled out a cock ring and proceeded to put it on over my cock and balls. “The pain pill will be wearing off in another hour or so, and the alcohol will also be wearing off. You are free to play just the way you are, but you seem to really enjoy being high. I have something to enhance the experience if you want. Decision time.” John held out a blue pill, which I knew was a Viagra. He also had a small vial with a clear liquid that he was poised to add to my Gatorade. I had taken Viagra before, so I had no concerns. I had no idea what the other stuff was but the thought of a repeat of being aware of nothing but a cock in my ass was driving my decision. The cock ring was accentuating my shaved cock and balls and my cock was bobbing up and down. John watched as I looked down at my bobbing cock. Then I looked up at John, staring directly into his eyes. He knew that my cock had answered for me. With a big smile John poured a little of the clear liquid into my Gatorade and swirled it around to mix it. He held the Gatorade bottle and the Viagra out to me. “Decision time.”. I could take the Viagra with a little sip of the Gatorade. Then I could see how the stuff in the Gatorade affected me. What would it hurt to just take a little bit of it? Once I knew how it affected me, I could drink a little more if I wanted to or stop and dump it down the drain. As I shifted my weight sitting on the bed, I felt something bump against my leg. It was the soda bottle with the cotton balls and poppers. John had a huge smile on his face as he watched me grab the soda bottle. Unscrewing the top, I shoved it up my right nostril and took a huge hit, I held it in for a few seconds then shoved it up my left nostril and took another huge hit. I put the top back on as I held in the second hit. Then as the rush hit I took the Viagra and Gatorade bottle from John. I popped the Viagra into my mouth and then a huge drink of the Gatorade. As soon as I swallowed it down, I raised the bottle to my lips again and quickly gulped the rest of it down. John had grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. He grabbed my bottle with the poppers in one hand and grabbed my rock hard cock with his other one. With a little tug from him I stood up. Opening the door to the room he said, “Let’s go play”.

Need some raw dick in me ASAP

Part 2 I couldn’t quite understand what had happened. Twenty minutes ago I was having a shower and planning my day, now I was impaled by a massive cock inside my virgin ass. I continued to tremble, my body reacting in shock to this invasion, Steven still hand one hand about my throat, holding me tight against him while the other continued to play with my cock – humiliatingly hard despite the violation I was undergoing – despite the pain in my ass, was a little part of me enjoying this? I’d never been particularly into guys, and definitely not disgusting creeps like my landlord, and yet my cock was rock hard under his teasing, stroking hand. “Well well, for someone who doesn’t want fucked, you sure sat on my dirty cock quick enough, didn’t you boy? Tsk, tsk, such a little slut – you have no idea where that thing has been…” Steven chuckled breathily into my ear. I closed my eyes and shuddered. “Mmm, so tight too – for now anyway. You keep taking bare cock like this and you’ll get a lot less tight as well as everything else you’ve got coming to you, you little cock tease. You’ve been flaunting that nice body around here for months, well now its my turn to tease you a little.” His hand continued to stroke my cock. My body began to acclimatise to the burn and stretch of my poor arsehole, the feeling of fullness as my guts tried to accommodate the massive cock and I relaxed just a fraction. With my eyes still closed, I began to moan gently – my body betraying me as the hand on my dick brought me close to the edge. Then stopped. Stevens hand paused at the top of its stroke, and even with everything happening, I was frustrated at the lack of release. “Fuck...I’m so close to cumming…” I whispered. “Oh? That’s a pity. But if you want to cum, you’re going to have to fuck my hand. I’m not going to put in all the work here.” His fingers were still wrapped around my cock loosely. My body responded instinctively, my hips moving upwards as my need for release drove me to do what he said and try to fuck his hand to cum. The motion also slid my hole up his cock a little, the movement sending a bolt of stinging sensation through me at the same time as my cock sent a bolt of pleasure. I gasped at the mixed feelings rushing through me, but again my cock overrode whatever else I was thinking and I did it again. And again. Fucking myself on the impaling cock as I fucked his hand, overwhelmed by the conflicting urges. “Oh, you really are a slut. I’m going to enjoy knocking you up.” I heard the words but couldn’t quite parse his meaning. I also didn’t care in that exact moment, because a second or two later my cock erupted in one the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. I shot ropes of cum up to my chest and over my stomach, gasping as my body tensed then relaxed, I fell back against Steven’s chest and panted. “Hope you enjoyed your last negative cum shot.” Steven said in my ear as his hand gently caressed my sensitive cock. “Wha..negative?…” I struggled to find words in my post-orgasm state. Now that I’d came, the pain of the cock rearranging my guts was more at the fore front of my mind. “Yeah, I’m assuming you’re HIV negative, right?” My blood ran cold as I began to grasp what was actually happening to me. “Or were at least, because now it’s my turn, and I doubt you will be by the time I’m done with you boy.” Steven’s hand left my cock and grasped my hip again as the hand around my throat suddenly tightened, cutting off all but the slightest trickle of air. I tried to struggle, but Steven basically ignored this as he rolled us over leaving me face down on the couch under him with his cock still buried to the hilt inside me. He slid first one then both knees in between mine forcing my legs apart. He moved from having his hand around my throat to having his arm locked around it in a headlock. My body had adapted ever so slightly to the cock inside me, but there was no preparation for what it was about to endure. He began to fuck me hard, pulling his cock all the way out before slamming it back in – I would have screamed in agony if I’d had the air in my lungs, but all I could manage was a pained wheeze, my nostrils filled with the damp smell of the BO coming from the man raping my recently virgin arse. He grunted in my ear as he power fucked me, balls slapping against my taint each time his hips met the cheeks. My vision started to go slightly dark around the edges as I fought for air. The pain was incredible, but it felt like my hole was getting wetter somehow as he drilled me, something lubricating his shaft some mixture of pre-cum and blood from tearing. Thankfully, right before I was a bout to pass out, his arm around my throat loosened enough for me to catch a gasping breath as he growled in my ear and gave a few final forceful thrusts before burying himself fully. His body tensed and through the burning in my hole I felt his cock twitch. After a moment he relaxed and collapsed on top of me, cock still deep inside me. I trembled and whimpered underneath him. What the fuck? Did I have this dirty old perverts poisonous cum inside me? What was I going to do?

I woke up. I went to use the bathroom and my ass was sore. As I walked the butt plug felt like it was opening all the small scrape and abrasions in my ass. I peed and came back to bed. Rick was up. "How are you doing baby" he said "I am doing ok but my ass is on fire and sore" I said "Good. That means you are raw. Get up here and bend over. I am going to take you again and breed you with my charged cum" he said Those words gave me an instant hard on. I eagerly hopped up on the bed on all fours. I felt him pull out the plug and felt what was probably blood and cum leak out of me. "Yeah your pussy is still bleeding. There is some cum. Time to recharge your cunt" he said "Yes Daddy please fuck me and cum in me." I said I turned around and kissed him with my tongue invading his mouth. He kissed back and held me. "I want you to breed me and knock me up and make me yours. I want to have your baby Daddy" I said as I kissed him again and then went down on his hard cock and sucked him for a minute then turned around and presented my ass to him. "Take me Daddy please" I said begging He put his hard head at me entrance and slowly entered me. I felt the burn as his cock went over and ripped again each scrape in my ass. I grunted in pain. He was more gentle than last night which helped but it still hurt a lot. I felt him start to pick up his pace. He was now pounding me. It hurt but I took it. I grunted in pain. He was pushing past my second ring and could feel the abrasions there too, it burned and hurt. He focused on my prostate again which provided some pleasure which made me moan a bit. He kept up and I pushed back meeting his thrust also rotating my ass and squeezing my ass which made him moan. I kept it up. I love giving him pleasure. "Oh yeah your cunt is milking me baby. Fuck your pussy feels so good." he moaned After a few minutes I felt his cock start to expand and his breathing I could tell he was on the verge and in a few strokes he started to cum "Here you go baby knocking you up" he moaned I pushed back and milked him. He kept grinding and fucking me hard. He slowed down and pulled out. He quickly replaced his cock with plug in me. I turned around and his cock had cum and a lot of blood. I wiped him off not wanting to eat my own blood. We kissed and he held me. He felt and smelled so good. "Thank you Daddy, I can't wait" I said "I know baby don't worry you will get pregnant soon" he said He got off the bed and started to get ready for work and I went to my bedroom and did the same. I got to work around 7:15am. Everyone was in the office and I got to work. We had a staff meeting. As everyone filled in, Professor Post came and sat by me. We were in the back of the room and with two other staffers near us but in front. The meeting went on and the Professor reached over and put his hand on my thigh and caressed it. It felt good. My ass was still burning so a pleasured touch was welcomed. He then moved his hand on my inner thigh caressing it. My breathing picked up. Then he his hand went into my shorts under my briefs and started to tease my balls and cock. My legs on their own spread giving him more access. He looked over and smiled. He then grabbed my hand and placed it on his now hard cock. I squeezed it and played with his cock head. He was wearing thin dress pants and it didn't feel like he had underwear on. Then his hand moved out of my crotch and then down my back and under my ass. He toyed with the butt plug in me rotating and moving it from side to side. I would squeeze his cock as he played with me. His pants started to have a wet spot of his precum leaking. I played more and let the fabric get wet and my fingers got sticky. I moved them up to my lips and licked it looking at him. I could see the hunger in my eyes. Then... "Professor Post can you update us on the field trip please" said the Department Chair He got up and spoke from the back. Luckly it hid his hard cock pushing in an outline of his pants. After he finished speaking he sat back down and placed his hand on my cock and rubbed it. I started to get hard again and he slipped his hand under and teased my cock. I started to leak precum and he wet his fingers and then licked it while looking at me smiling. We were both clearly horny and wanting to have sex but knew we couldn't. After the meeting we went back to his office and he closed his door. He pulled down his pants and I dropped on my knees and took his mammoth hard cock in my mouth. I sucked on him, worshiped it and licked his hard cock. I wanted to taste his cum. He moaned and started to fuck my mouth. After a few minutes I felt he was about to cum. Without warning he pulled out of my mouth and then put his hard cock in his pants and zipped it up. I looked at him at a loss why he would do that. "You don't get my cock again until I get to fuck your tight pussy. I want your ass and to fuck you again" he said. He then walked over to the door and opened it. I had to get up quickly so no one would see me on my knees. I was frustrated and thanked the Professor for his time and went to my desk to work. I had to hide my hard on with my bag when walking back to my desk. I sat down and again felt the butt plug push in me and my prostate. Even though it hurt and felt the burn it did feel good hitting my gspot. Here I was at my desk and horny my cock hard and leaking. I love my new life.

Part 5 and the last chapter. Back home….Jake is waiting . The house was dark and silent. Jake sat in the club chair in the corner of their bedroom, a shadow in a room of shadows. It was midnight. The only light was the faint glow of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds, striping the floor. He'd been sitting there for hours, staring at the bedroom door, a glass of scotch sweating in his hand. He was wearing track pants and a tight black t-shirt, the fabric clinging to his chest. The alcohol was a warm, familiar hum in his veins, but it couldn't drown out the storm in his head. He was so angry he felt like he could shatter, but underneath the rage was a love so profound it terrified him. He loved Chad so much it felt like a physical part of him, and the thought of what he'd done, what he'd lost, was a knife twisting in his gut. Outside, the car pulled up. Heavy, lingering kisses were pressed against Chad's lips, sone from Asha, dark and possessive, then one from Andrew, surprisingly gentle. They sent him off with a soft "Go on," and Chad stumbled up the stairs to the house he shared with Jake, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The bedroom door squeaked open slowly. Chad pushed it into the dark room and dropped his luggage by the door. "Sorry," he blurted out, his voice cracking. "I love you." Jake remained silent, a statue in the corner. Chad could see his silhouette, the shape of him in the chair. He shrugged off his coat, then his sweater, letting them fall to the floor. The silence was deafening. Jake slowly set his glass down on the small table beside him. When he finally spoke, his voice was thick, choked with emotion. "I love you so much it hurts." As he said the words, he felt a confusing, traitorous heat bloom in his groin. His cock began to harden, pressing insistently against the soft fabric of his track pants. He wasn't wearing underwear. The mix of profound love and searing anger was a potent, painful aphrodisiac. "But I'm so mad at you," he said, his voice rising. "Don't come near me." He stood up, his shadow looming larger. "Take off all your clothes." Chad flinched at the shout, shocked by the sudden shift in tone. He hesitated for only a second before his trembling fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. "That's it, you slut," Jake snarled, his voice raw. "Get fucking naked." Chad's face burned with embarrassment as he quickly shed the rest of his clothes, standing naked and vulnerable in the center of the room. "Take off those cum-soaked underwear, too," Jake commanded, pointing at the briefs still pooled around Chad's ankles. Chad kicked them away. "Now turn around," Jake's voice was a low growl. "Get on all fours on the floor. Spread your ass cheeks. I want to see that hole." Humiliated, Chad did as he was told, sinking to his hands and knees and reaching back to pull himself open. A little bit of cum, a mixture of all three men, leaked out and trickled down his thigh. "Whose cum is that?" Jake's voice was dangerously quiet. "Asha's? Andrew's? Someone else's?" "Both," Chad whispered, his face pressed into the carpet. "Push it out, Chad. Let me see." Chad bore down, and more of the fluid leaked from his used hole. Jake's heart was pounding, his cock now fully, painfully hard. He walked over and stood over Chad. "I love you so much, Chad," he said, the words a tortured confession. He looked down and saw the obvious outline of his erection straining against his pants. He took a deep breath. "Lay flat on your stomach on the floor. Spread your legs." Chad complied, his body trembling. Jake pulled down his track pants, freeing his thick, uncut cock. He kicked his pants away and knelt, then lowered himself on top of Chad, his weight a familiar, comforting pressure. "I love you," Jake whispered into Chad's ear. "I love you, too," Chad sobbed into the carpet. "Really?" Jake asked, his voice breaking as he positioned his cock at Chad's entrance. "You really love me?" He pushed inside, the entry slow, gentle, a stark contrast to his earlier fury. He fucked Chad with a slow, hard rhythm, each thrust a question and an answer. "I love you, Chad," Jake repeated, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you," Chad chanted back, his tears soaking into the rug. With a final, deep push, Jake came, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into his boyfriend. He didn't pull out. He stayed on Chad's back, his weight pinning him down, his arms wrapped around Chad's chest, holding him as if he might disappear. He held him for what seemed like forever, two broken pieces of a whole, clinging to each other in the dark. Jake's weight was a solid, grounding force on Chad's back. After an eternity, he slowly pushed himself up, his arms trembling slightly. He looked down at Chad, at the mess of tear-streaked face and sweat-soaked hair. "I can smell them on you," Jake said, his voice quiet but clear, devoid of its earlier anger. It was a statement of fact, not an accusation. "I'm mad because I love you. I'm so mad because I only want you for myself. I want you to move in. I love you." The words hung in the air, a raw, desperate plea. Before Chad could fully process them, Jake was getting up, his movements stiff. He walked into the bathroom without looking back, and the sound of the shower starting filled the silence. Chad pushed himself up from the floor, his body aching. He found his robe on the back of the door and wrapped it around himself, sinking down to sit on the carpet in the dark. He hugged his knees to his chest, his mind a whirlwind of guilt, relief, and a confusing, powerful love. When Jake finished, he walked out of the bedroom without a word. Chad listened to his footsteps on the stairs. He waited a few minutes, then got up and took his own quick shower, the hot water washing away the physical evidence of the night, but not the emotional turmoil. He put his robe back on, his cock already hardening again with a nervous, hopeful energy, and made his way downstairs. Jake was in the living room, standing by the fireplace. He had two glasses of red wine in his hands. He looked up as Chad entered, his expression unreadable in the soft light. Chad walked over, his heart pounding. He took one of the glasses from Jake's hand. "I love you," he said, his voice firm. "I want to stay here living with you" A slow, beautiful smile spread across Jake's face. It was the first genuine smile Chad had seen from him in what felt like a lifetime. He sat down on the couch, and Chad sat right beside him, wrapping his arms around Jake and kissing him gently. Jake's cock was hard, a solid ridge pressing against Chad's leg through their robes. The contact sent a jolt of desire through him. Jake set both glasses on the coffee table, the crystal clinking softly. He turned back to Chad, and they were kissing again, this time with a desperate, passionate intensity. It went on for several minutes, a silent conversation of forgiveness and longing. Jake's hands began to roam, his touch growing more insistent. "I love you so much," Jake murmured against Chad's lips. He shifted, lying back on the couch, pulling Chad with him. Chad climbed on top, his knees on either side of Jake's hips. They could feel their hard cocks pressing together through the thick terry cloth of their robes. The friction was maddening. Chad struggled to find a comfortable position, his body awkward with need. With a frustrated sigh, he sat up and pulled off his robe, letting it fall to the floor. Jake was lying flat, his own robe still tied. He watched Chad, his eyes dark with desire. He reached down and undid the belt, parting the soft fabric to reveal his body. His chest was defined, with a light sprinkling of dark hair that tapered down to his flat stomach. His 7-inch uncut cock lay hard against his belly, the foreskin partially retracted. He was smiling, a soft, inviting smile. Chad laid back down on Jake's body, their skin touching for the first time that night. They kissed, a slow, deep, exploring kiss. "I want you to fuck me," Jake whispered, his voice thick with emotion. A single tear escaped from the corner of his eye, tracing a path through the hair at his temple. Excitement surged through Chad. He'd never fucked Jake before. He'd never even considered it. He lifted one of Jake's legs, draping it over his waist. He started by frotting, sliding his own hard cock against Jake's, the slick friction sending shivers through both of them. Then he spat into his hand, rubbing the saliva onto his fingers. He gently probed Jake's hole, his touch careful and reverent. He spat again, this time into his palm, and mixed it with the precum leaking from his own cock, coating his shaft. They stared at each other, their breathing heavy. Chad wanted to plow him, to take him with the same desperate force he'd felt all night, but he held back. He loved this man too much. He positioned himself and gently pushed in, entering him missionary style. The feeling was incredible. Jake was tight, hot, and he gasped as Chad filled him. Chad started to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. It wasn't rough; it was deep and intimate, a connection that went beyond the physical. "I love you, Chad," Jake breathed, his hands gripping Chad's arms. "I love you, too," Chad replied, his voice thick with emotion. The words, the connection, the feeling of being inside the man he loved—it was all too much. Chad felt his orgasm building, and he could tell Jake was close, too. With a final, deep thrust, Chad came, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into Jake. The feeling of Chad's pulsing release sent Jake over the edge, and he came as well, his own cum spattering between their chests. Chad collapsed on top of Jake, his body spent. He stayed inside him until he softened and finally plopped out. They didn't move. They lay there, holding each other in a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat and Jake's cum between them, and fell asleep just like that, exhausted and finally, completely, together. THE END

With my last top, the first time he raised his legs as I was giving him head, I didn't get it. He blew his load and made some excuse to call it a night. The next time we got together, I got the hint and I licked and poked a bit at his ass. He pulled me off before he blew and flipped me over for the drilling of my life. Now it's a regular thing with him.

Absolutely Rimming might be more fun than sucking of the cock, I was born to eat Ass

Hot story! I also lie to poz and u=u guys and tell them either I’m poz or I’m on prep. Great way to get raw, possibly toxic loads from them, and the sex is much more intense because they can let loose without any guilt.

I learned to not be frightened of what I really wanted. it was there for the taking and I was there to be taken.

I learned how to be a good whore. Learned that my purpose at the bathhouse is to be an obedient slut that will offer my hole to any guy.

I learned to enjoy being on all 4's in the dark room and accept any cock that wanted my hole. the feeling of a totally anon cock breeding me in that situation is the biggest turn on for me.

how to be a exibitionist slut. spending days being a public fuck toy

I learned that a bathhouse is the quickest way to a fuck. Everyone there is looking for the same thing, no need to be on an app going back and forth to set up a meet and fuck…it’s where I learned I can fuck multiple times, receive multiple cocks and loads throughout a session. It’s where I learned to be a cumslut, cockwhore, give my ass up to anyone..however I’d sometimes be that bitch who’d not share my cock and load to others. I would become a greedy cock and cumslut, the more cock I took.

In my early thirties I started visiting the baths and found that I liked being slutty, breeding and getting bred with many guys. I learned that I liked nothing better than breeding a hole when my own hole was leaking multiple loads.

I developed my exhibitionist side at bath houses. I love putting on a show. I leave the door open when I fuck in a room. I fuck in the porn room and practice porn positions.

Learned, that I waited for to long to become a regular at one. Found I am able to be my natural cumdump whore self there

I learned that I waited too long, I knew I had very few inhibitions about sticking my dick in another guys ass or letting another guy stick their dick in my ass., but had never been able to find so many willing partners in such a short time. I fucked and was fucked literally in less than 10 minutes of setting foot in a bathhouse for the 1st time.

I learnt how to relax and enjoy sex with men. They have given me a safe place to explore my sexuality and try new experiences. This was the same for me. It really is unfortunate the number of bathhouses that have disappeared over the last decade. Toronto only has three now plus a new club called Anvil. @Westlonladit is unfortunate that all the Chariots locations have closed. Between 2009 and 2012 I travelled to the UK a few times a year for work. I was still in my bathhouse newbie phase and not really comfortable doing much but did spend an afternoon on one of my trips at Vauxhall exploring the place.

I learned that I was attracted to a variety of types. It’s served me well throughout my sexual life. I can find something, even one thing, very attractive in almost everyone.

One of the things I learned was, we're a group of men with widely-varying interests. Not every guy is a total bottom, not every guy is a total Top, there's a wide array of inclinations available to us, and assumptions are simply inappropriate. Thus, my reliance on a "negotiation", however brief, to make sure each guy gets everything he wants and nothing he doesn't. Every guy usually enjoys at least one of the "basics" - fucking or sucking - and a brief "I like X, but I love Y" exchange can always make sex hot, as well as avoid regrettable mistakes. Or, just start in with one act, and if he responds well, keep at it. At the tubs, there are always plenty of other guys if one turns out to be not quite what you're there for.

love daddies with a big cock barracking me all night raw and high

I'd love to try this... be fun playing with used condoms.

Terrific start to a story we all want to see cum to a wild climax! Can't wait to learn what Liam has in store for Damian as they continue the twink's "higher" education. Mentoring an inexperienced young lad while he opens up to his fantasies and explores new, exciting fetishes--there's no better experience/reward, IMHO for this Dad/Master/Sir.

Dean and Carl make their way around Jasons wrists and ankles, tying them in place. Jason is giddily smiling at me. I kiss him and tell him quietly “Let’s take it slow and keep it light; from Deans story I assume he’s also HIV positive.” He response “For sure. I love you.” I look down and his dick is already hard and poking out of the top of his jock. My dick is the same, straining against the leg of my pants. Carl pulls out a strange looking helmet out of his backpack. Dean explains “this is for sensory deprivation. Jason won’t be able to hear or see anything but his nose and mouth are exposed. It will enhance his sense feel, smell, and taste. Jason, although you won’t be able to make out what we’re saying, we’ll still be able to hear you. If you want us to stop, tell us. Otherwise, I will take good care of you.” Carl works the helmet onto Jasons head and pulls some straps on the sides so it’s snug. Carls asks “can u hear me?” A few times and Jason doesn’t respond. It’s so warm and humid that we’ve all started to sweat. Jasons beefy body and thick furry legs glisten. Dean is even more sweaty and I watch beads rolling down his chest and into his stomach fur as he positions himself in between Jasons legs. I’m on the side of Jason, and Carl is right next to me. Dean starts teaching “Tom, I’ll make sure he knows where I am at all times with my hands and body. Although I’m in control, the key is to play off of his reactions to maximize pleasure. First I’m going to warm him up.” He lightly grips Jasons ankles and slowly and sensually massages up his legs, to his crotch, up the sides of his body, into his pits. No ones touches Jason this intimately except me, and although it’s making a pit in my stomach, my dick keeps flexing and my mouth water while I watch Dean seemingly enjoy just rubbing Jason so much. I notice Deans own crotch is sporting a massive bulge under his jeans. As he leans forward it presses up against Jasons bare ass. Carl notices my concerned face and rubs my lower back comfortingly with one hand. I look back at Dean make his way up Jasons arms and back down his chest. Jason flinches, as his nipples are extremely sensitive. Dean continues down his stomach, bushes over Jasons exposed hard dick head and covered shaft and balls. Then he spits a large string of saliva on a few of his fingers and lightly massages the outside of Jasons hole. He presses in and one finger pushes knuckle-deep. Jason squirms, moans, and his dick flexes. Dean drips another large string of saliva onto his still-inserted finger and works a second finger in. Strangely my dick flexes almost in sync with Jasons as I think of Deans sweet spit entering inside Jason. I glance to my right and Carl is now stroking himself. He has a solid 6” dick with large balls. He grabs my hand and places it on his dick. It’s already slick with lube. I’ve never really gripped anyone else’s dick besides mine and Jasons. I grip Carls dick a few times, to feel all of his veins, shaft, and balls. He spits on his own hand and fishes out my dick. It aches with pleasure. Normally I would protest but it seems fair and fine in the current situation. We look back at Dean. He’s using one hand to hold Jasons dick and the other to twirl around Jasons precum-slick dick head. Jason tugs on all the restraints and moans as Dean twirls harder for an extended moment. Shadowy figures surround us, jerking themselves as they watch. Dean trails his fingers up Jasons furry stomach to his nipples and then teases them the same way. Jason moans louder, tugs, and involuntarily flexes his dick which is now oozing a steady stream of precum on his stomach. “Bingo” Dean says under his breath. As Dean teases his nipples, I see him grinding his tented crotch on Jasons hole. My heart thumps but for some reason I am transfixed watching Jasons lust. All the while my own dick already feels like it could cum any moment as Carl barely strokes it. I grab his wrist to slow him down. Random hands appear around Deans waist and unbutton and unzipped his jeans. Dean seems unfazed and continues to tease Jasons nipples while his rock hard dick springs free. He has no underwear on. HIs dick is about 7”, uncut, curved upward, its head is poking out of its taut foreskin and is wet with precum. I spot a tattoo on his lower waist, to the side of his pubes.. a black scorpion. FUCK. I figured he was positive but now I KNOW! And Jason has no idea! Dean leans forward farther and his shiny wet helmet rubs up against Jasons balls and taint. I think to myself “not much more.” and then feel my dick get enveloped in a warm mouth. It feels so good I grab onto his head to keep balance. I look down and it’s Carl. He’s squat down, jacking himself while working my dick like I've never felt ever before - swallowing my entire shaft and nearly my balls. Dean leans back, pinches poz precum off his dick, leans forward again and dips his slimy fingers into Jasons mouth. Jason sucks on them like he’s in heat. I feel my balls starting to tingle.. this is all going south. I barely muster up the courage to mutter to Dean “He’s not on prep so please keep it light.” Dean looks at me like an animal distracted from a feast and also like he didn’t hear me and responds “huh? Sure, my guy.” and then pinches off more of his precum and jams his fingers deep into MY mouth! It’s so viscus and salty. With my tongue I feel how thick and rough his fingers are. I’m completely lost in the moment and also suck on them. I feel a random hand go down the back of my pants and straight for my hole. My pants drop to the floor. The fingers feel great and I let them massage their way in. I look back at Dean grab Jasons neck with one hand while working his nipple with the other and rocking forward. Jasen is moaning and seemingly trying to push his ass against Dean. I notice Deans dick is no longer visible. My left hand jets to it and I can feel it resting and barely poking into Jasons hole, which is now slick POZ precum! Just as I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, a hand grabs the back of my head and another holds poppers under my nose. Startled, I inhale hard. They keep them at my nose. I feel Dean slowly push forward and his foreskin roll back against my hand as his hard spongy dick slowly sinks inside Jasons stretched, hairy hole. I get light-headed and move my hand to the chain while the others on and Carls head (which is still sucking me down to my nuts). My heart is pounding. I feel my dick head jam down Carls silky throat and my cum starts to well up in my balls. He must sense im close because he fucks his own throat harder. I can barely see that Dean is now choking Jason with both hands and is pressed all the way up against him. I know he’s now balls deep and leaking his poisonous positive precum inside Jason. Jason moans loudly like he does when he’s about to cum. Dean pulls Jason down onto his dick harder and then starts to hammer into him while growling “that’s it, welcome to the family you stud.. take my AIDS babies you stud.. FUCKKK!!” Dean pulls him down one last time and remains balls deep while shaking. I know he’s flooding Jasons ass with torrents of his AIDS cum. Jason pushes his ass harder onto Dean and groans louder than I’ve ever heard while he spurts volley after volley of cum onto his chest. I can’t help but grab the sides of Carls head and impale deeper while exploding down his throat. Carl moans while guzzling my cum. Deans twitches while remaining pressed balls-deep inside Jason and looks over at me “Good start to the night.”

YES! I love to rim. I use cocksucking AND rimming as foreplay to get the top rock hard so he can then bend me over and side up into my ass. I also love being rimmed by the top and using just the spit he slides into my hole as lube.

Im not really into it but if Im with a dom top, Ill pretty much do whatever he wants (like every sub should) but cleanliness is a must. I however, love getting rimmed, I have cummed so many times on the stomach of my top guys while 69ing before we actually even fuck from it.

I had just turned 23. My buds and I drove out to New Orleans for the weekend to celebrate. We booked rooms at the Hilton on Canal Street. I had never been to the Big Easy and was terribly excited. We did the whole "Ghost tour" thing and I had my fortune told in a little store on St. Anne just south of Bourbon St., and we drank, and drank, and drank, and did I mention that we DRANK? On our third night there we all decided to go out and explore the city on our own. Jeff and Paul had met these two girls at a bar last night who agreed to go out on a date with them. Phillip wanted to tour the Garden District, and Randy was invited to some rave party. I was left to my own devices for the night. I took a shower and started picking through my clothes. I decided on a pair of ripped jeans and a blue button down shirt. As I walked, not paying much attention as to where I was going, I found myself in need of a drink. Thirst had hit me and as I looked around I saw a little place called Rawhides and went inside. I ordered a rum and coke and sat at the bar, the bartender was really nice so I left him a good tip. When I started looking around I noticed there were more guys than girls in the place, and when my attention came to the overhead televisions I learned why. The big giant dick on the screen told me everything I needed to know. "Oh well, enjoy your drink James." I said to myself. After all, I had been curious about what sex with another man would be like. My friends would rag on me and give me hell if they ever found out, and I know that if I ever said I was gay they would be totally cool with it. Hell, this is New Orleans, the gay capital of the south. "Hi!" said a voice off to my right. When I looked over to greet this stranger my eyes fell on the greek Adonis! Big, burly, chiseled. This guy had to be at least 6'8", and 190 lbs. He had beautiful short, curly, dark brown hair. A little shading of beard on his face. A thick patch of hair showing on his chest from where his shirt was undone. Biceps that looked as if they could crush a car in under three seconds. Broad shoulders. And a very nice size package pressing against the inside of his jeans. This man was the physical manifestation of sex! A walking, living, god among men, and he is talking to me! Me, the 5'7", brown haired, brown eyed boy who barely reaches 170 lbs fully dressed. I am not a bad looking guy, but I would describe myself as being more average than anything else. "Hello." I said, giving him a casual friendly smile. "My name's Patrick. This your first time here?" "I'm James, and yes actually. I been walking the quarter all night and I got lost and thirsty so I walked into here to get a drink and rest my feet a bit." "Well James I am glad you came in tonight. It's nice to see a new face here every once in a while." His smile was sincere. In my mind I found myself begging him to fuck my ass until I passed out! I had never thought I would actually be seriously wishing to have another man shove his cock up my ass. I was so totally drawn to him. Then a large pop caught my attention and I looked away from Patrick for a moment to find the cause of the sound and to quickly compose myself. Perhaps I looked away too long? I don't know what guys do with guys in places like this. Do I need to talk about my shoe size or something? "I have an idea." he said, "Why don't you finish your drink and then we can go back to my place. Its just around the block." "That sounds like a good idea to me." Oh god, this stud is inviting me back to his place! And I agreed!!! Well it was just an invite to his place, maybe we are going to just watch porn and jack each other off or something. I need a drink! After about three minutes or so of chit chat and looking Patrick's body over, I downed my drink entirely and said "Lets go." We started walking down the street alone, and then.. .. .. .. .. BLACK!!! When I came too I was a little dizzy at first. I wanted to rub my eyes but my arms were stuck above my head. When I felt my wrists with my hands I discovered that I was handcuffed, and the cuffs were attached to something that no human could possibly move. I was cold, naked, and strapped to a concrete table with my legs hanging off the other end. I couldn't twist my body and roll off because I would have broken both of my wrists and possibly an arm in the process. I could feel my nakedness against the cold of the table I was on, it felt like stone. I was able to look around the room I was in just a little bit. I saw fat red pillar candles with two white taper candles on each side of the red one, all in a huge circle around me as far as I could tell. To my left looked like some ritualistic altar with a knife, sword, cup, a marble penis statue, and that was all I could make out. I was naked, tied down, surrounded by candles, and I was in front of an altar..... was I abducted by Jesus freaks gone bat shit crazy? Are my friends playing a secret prank on me? What the hell is going on??? A door slammed somewhere I couldn't see and I heard the sound of heavy foot steps walking closer to me, "Let me go!" I shouted, but no reply. I heard some shuffling near me. I cried out louder "Let me the fuck go!" and then a hand grabbed me by my hair and picked my head up and slid a blindfold on me. I kept screaming and screaming for help to only be answered by my own echo. I even cried out for my Adonis, Patrick, but he never came. Do they have him too? I cried out louder and louder until the person who blindfolded me shoved a ball gag in my mouth and strapped it around me before he put a burlap sack over my entire head. I could feel him putting a collar around my neck to keep the sack from working its way loose. Now all I could do was listen to my own muffled cries for help. I heard a lighter being flicked, they were lighting the candles. It took what seemed like forever. I still fought against my restraints but with no luck. Feet were being shuffled around me. Hands were touching me all over. My arms, legs, chest, dick, balls. But these hands felt different, like squishy, and then when I felt the five razors start rubbing my skin I knew I was being shaved completely. I had best not move, the last thing I want to do is have the guy shaving my balls hack them off. Tears started running down my face. A loud chain was rattled and my hands were being moved along with the rest of my body, I was being flipped over! They shaved my ass, then flipped me back over. After I was washed down and dried, I heard again the shuffling of feet around me and the occasional hand reaching out to touch various parts of my body. I was terrified. Then I heard Patrick! He whispered into my ear "Relax, you are going to be ok. This will all be over soon. We just needed a vessel and you were prime for it. Lay back and enjoy, soon you will be one of us, one of the Brotherhood." If only I could have moved more than a pathetic lunge I would have ripped his eyes out of his fucking head! What did he mean I was about to be a part of the Brotherhood? Either way, what he told me was enough to let me know that I was going to live! Maybe they just needed a physical body to be present for their ritual, they didn't have to shave me though. Either way, I am going to survive. I heard clanking on the altar as if someone was picking something up. It sent chills all through me. "Hail guardians of the watchtowers of the east......" Ok so this is a cult thing! They don't kill people, and I do know they work naked. I think they call this a circle casting. I decided that I would go along with it and relax and just go with it, it could be fun. After the circle was cast a few other things were said that I don't remember. What I do remember very vividly was as follows: "Today let us celebrate the breeding of the blessed vessel of men, let us offer the great Phallus worship by flooding, whith our seed, the orifices of the vessel. Let us rejoyce brethren. For today we shall kneel and worship the mighty and irresistable Phallus." Oh nice! They are going to worship my cock! "Upon the altar his mighty seed shall be shed for us men to drink and to know our god." This isn't how I thought my first gay sexual encounter would go. "Upon this day, I shall desecrate the chalice. I shall masturbate upon the altar stone. I shall shed my seed, at the Ritual of Desecration, let us all partake." I wonder if they are all just going to shoot cum on me? I felt a finger drawing something on my forehead. I guess this is what they must do then. "All that is human and male exists to create opportunities for the worship of Phallus. Every moment that is spent in worship is rewarded with joy and satisfaction and meaning. In the heart of the worshiper, there is a perfect and burning longing for union with Phallus, for the flooding of seed into the body and soul of the worshiper. Unto thee mighty god I offer the seed of my phallus, at a ritual offering within thy temple, we shall shed our seed and feed all. Let the Lords of omnipotent Phallus cloak themselves. Grant unto us, thy servants, thine infernal lust! Oh master of lust and perversion, imbue our bodies with thine abysmal lust. Make us worthy of this ritual, for we are thy sons! As we worship, the flow of incandescent adoration for Phallus becomes nourishment for the creation of the Universe! The more selfless and absolute we are devoted, the greater the flow, from our heart and life-force, into the power of Phallus! Infernal energy of lust, enter our souls and bodies! Let the breeding at the ritual begin!" This is when my legs were lifted and I could feel a dick being pressed into my ass hole! Was this man even wearing a condom? It hurt like hell, the only lube he used was spit! In and out, in and out! Oh fuck this felt better than I could ever have imagined. Then I heard a different voice start speaking. "Let us worship the pendulous, heaviness of God, the warm blood filled flesh, the thick veins that pulse under our tongue. Let us all give true devotion to the Phallic fire that sustains all creation! Our cunts shall feed with lust, shall satiate fully the phallic urge of all men, for they shall be portals to ineffable joy, filled with the blessed seed of men. Let all place and time be offered to the worship and service of men. Let us do the will of our God Phallus, to give pleasure to and awaken all men upon Earth. Let us deny no man upon Earth the utter satisfaction of their blessed cravings, for we are the servants of lust upon Earth, offering our cunts and bodies to the pleasures of men, and to fulfill our purpose to lust and the urges of the sons of men. There is no love other than the love of the worshiper for Phallus. The heart of the worshiper is filled with the essence of Phallus, the fluids that flow through phallus, the smell of phallus, the throbbing presence of every phallus! We shall feed on our seed to please God Phallus. His infernal lust dwells within these sacred cells of the seed of enlightenment and knowledge. Let us do the will of Phallus, let us intoxicate our senses, partaking of the seed of Phallus' lust. On our knees we long for and pray to the sacred knowledge that is semen. When you look at a man, know that this flesh, this hair, these eyes and hands and muscles and mind are all creations of Phallus and Phallus will be adored and worshiped." "Love men as vessels of semen, of seed; and love men as the bearers of Phallus, the living-place and temple of Phallus. Let us give our semen freely to all men. As we ejaculate, let us allow Phallus to fully express its majesty. Lust lies deep withing the phallus, that sacred seed we shed is replete with infernal energies. Let us all shed our seed for men, to feast on a worship as sons of Phallus." The fucking I was getting was so hot! I could feel my dick getting harder and harder with each thrust into my ass. I was being fucked for the very first time in my life! Then I heard the anonymous man fucking me say out loud "I'm coming! I am filling your virgin cunt with my AIDS fucker!" and he thrust as deep into me as he could as he shot his load. I couldn't move. I couldn't cry. I couldn't beg for help. All I could do was lay there and let him inject my ass with his AIDS. I sobbed as much as I could considering my entrapment. That is when the man fucking me pulled out and said: "Receive our seed offering tonight. We offer unto thee the seed of our lust. Mighty Phallus we offer our seed into the vessel as a pledge of our worship unto you. Let us brethren breed the cunts of men with the lust of phallus deep in our loins. For this pleasure is beyond words, beyond all other earthly delights. With Phallic lust raging within, let us breed the cunts of men. Their cunts are portals of intense pleasure. Let these forces of lust flow freely and make whole all men. May the cunts of all mortal men be bred by thy true servants of Phallus, let the cunts of thy slaves be offered to all perversions. On our knees let us worship mans sacred seed and devote ourselves to this ever flowing sacred seed. Flooding the fluids of lust into the body and soul of the worshiper. Giving pleasure to Phallus is the purest prayer, and giving pleasure to the cunts of men awakens all men to perfect life of self fulfillment and incomparable lust. Phallus is the oldest and deepest religion given to our species. By falling on our knees and accepting Phallus as God with our heart, soul, mind and body, we are joining the infinite Brotherhood that has threaded through history, through creation. The cunts of men shall be inpregnated, flooded with lust and the sacred seed. They shall give us pleasure beyond compare, to serve our god and create his legion of the sons of men. Be merciful unto me, oh lord God Phallus, for man shall swallow cum every day of his life. Your holy juice is the seed of life. All men around the world must worship you daily by sucking cock very hard and swallowing hot come with dedicated love. May your holy seed be available to all men who suck in glory and worship. Let us desecrate on this profane day. Let Phallus' infernal lust guide us, and show unto men our truest nature. Upon the altar we shall breed the cunts of men. Hail God Phallus" That is when every man took his turn fucking me and filling me with their cum. I was fucked by 13 cocks that night. Every one of them had either unmedicated HIV or AIDS. That was 4 months ago. Today I have AIDS and I am med resistant. After, when I was released that night of the ritual, I sat down and I cried. I have not been back to New Orleans since that night, and I have never heard a thing from Patrick. I was gang raped. I enjoyed the violation. The other night I came clean to my friends about being gay. They were all cool with it. Phillip even confessed that he was curious about getting fucked in the ass. Tonight he is coming over and he plans to ride my cock bare. Guess I have decided to pass on my super bug. That is my Ritual of Desecration, my adoration to Phallus. Blessed be....