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So I'm still working on my other story but his is a shorter little side project that became a brain worm I had to get out. This is likely only going to have three parts. Here is part 1. I Corrupted My Young Husband I stroked my cock as I watched the big hairy muscle bear fucking my boy in our sling. I glanced down at the computer which had the feeds from the two cameras and made sure they were capturing all the action including a close up of the man’s bare cock slamming in and out of my husband’s hole. It was just three years ago that I first met Joey, the straight jock that had enrolled in my Queer Studies class in the spring semester of his senior year. When the class were introducing themselves, he was horribly overcompensating and oversharing, he said he was only taking the class because he needed the last few credits from a humanities class to graduate and that with his schedule and being a varsity wrestler, this was the only class that fit his schedule. By the time he graduated, he had accepted my invite for coffee. I had learned over the semester that the main reason he had not considered himself gay was because he was not attracted to guys his age, nor was he attracted to flamboyant guys, but he had developed an infatuation with me, his professor that was thirty years older. He eventually expressed how he wanted to be in a monogamous relationship, to be devoted to another man, to have that man devoted to him, and to be safe from STI’s. After that meeting, it was two more weeks before I popped his anal cherry. He insisted that I wear a condom and I obliged. He was a hot little muscle stud that was also smart and fun to spend time with. A couple months later he moved in with me and we told each other how we would be exclusive and devoted to each other. What I had not shared with him was that my main sexual kink was that I was a voyeur. I loved nothing more than watching someone getting fucked and bred, live and in person in front of me. Before he moved in I would spend a few nights a month at a bath house in the big city watching guys get fucked. Joey was the most beautiful specimen of youthful masculinity that had ever hit on me. Every time I fucked him, safely with a condom of course, I was fantasizing about this hot stud getting gang-banged by random men, being a free use, no loads refused cum-dump. Now, here we were three years later, living out my fantasy and what also, with some subtle prodding, turned out to be his as well. I just had to nudge him along the path. The first three months, I fucked him occasionally, always wrapped up to ‘be safe’. He trusted me and after us both being monogamous for six months and getting tested together, he agreed that we could fuck bare, but he insisted we also both go on PrEP, ‘just in case’. I agreed. It felt so much better to be inside his young tight hole bare then wearing a rubber, and he agreed. I could tell he enjoyed feeling my bare cock in him and he loved when I came inside him. He would play with his cummy hole afterward as I sucked him off and swallowed his load. Of course this still was not satisfying my deepest desires, and the frequency of our fucking declined over the next few months. Having long repressed his desires, Joey wanted to be fucked constantly and I was not meeting his needs. We had several long heart to heart talks and we agreed that he could go outside our relationship to get that itch in his ass scratched, but we agreed to some conditions, one I insisted on and two he wanted. My condition, which he eagerly accepted was that I would always be present when he was hooking up with guys outside our relationship. This feed right into my voyeur kink. He insisted that I not fuck other guys, which I was fine with as I understood his jealously and his abandonment issues from his absent father. He also promised that anyone fucking him would wear a condom and that I was the only one that would fuck him bare. I humored him on this one, but let him know that I trusted the effectiveness of PrEP. I helped him find older tops that wanted a piece of his hot muscular jock ass. We did the search together and he saw that many tops lost interest when he texted them that he wanted them to wear a condom. Plus after getting fucked by a few tops that did wear condoms, he had admitted, that after getting fucked bare and bred by me, he preferred getting fucked without a condom and having a man’s load inside him. I shared with him the info on PrEP’s effectiveness and eventually he agreed to go ahead and get fucked bare by other neg guys on PrEP. Overtime I shared more info with him about how undetectable equaled untransmittable, and he allowed me to broaden the pool of guys that fucked him while I watched to include poz guys that were undetectable. I introduced him to poz breeding porn, at first just pointing it out to him, and telling him I came across it while doing research about if it was safe to have undetectable guys fuck him. I did notice that he would check it out when I he thought I wasn’t watching him. We had also expended our usual play sessions from him having one guy come over to fuck him, to hosting gangbangs. He really enjoyed being the focus of long pump and dump sessions with multiple guys breeding his hole. We would usually finish the night with mine being the final load that would get dumped in his well used sloppy hole. As the months went on and he kept taking more and more loads, he asked me what would happen if it turned out that PrEP failed and he ended up getting infected. He wanted to know if I would still love him and if I would still want him if that happened. We were talking about it after a day where he had taken at least eight loads. He was on his back as I fucked him. I looked down into his eyes as I started to thrust into him harder, “I’d still love you and I’d still want to watch you getting fucked by other guys. I’d take care of you and make sure stayed healthy. You’re my Boy and will be forever, regardless of your status.” Our schedules were busy so it was a couple weeks before I was able to arrange another pump and dump session for him. This one though I had a little surprise for him to see how he would react, it would be a little test to see if he was willing to go further. On Saturday I had eight guys lined up to come breed my boy as I watched and filmed some of it. I always left it up to the tops if they were okay with me filming or not. I told Joey that the last top of the day was rather concerned about his privacy, so it wouldn’t be filmed and the top also wanted Joey to wear a blindfold. Joey was fine with that, quite a few of the tops liked to fuck him while he was blindfolded, it added a little something extra for them. The day had gone like normal, five of the guys had let me turn the cameras on and record. When it was time for the last top of the day, I turned the cameras off, got the blindfold out and put it on my little hot muscle stud of a husband. I then helped him get into position on all fours at the edge of the bed. Then I went into the living room and fetched the waiting top. He was mid-forties, white guy, slightly balding, decent shape, but with a nice eight inch girthy cock. He looked at me and asked, “You sure you want me to do this? It might fuck with his head more than you think.” “I think I know how he will react and it will be fine, trust me. I know he wants it, but he just isn’t ready to admit to me or maybe even himself yet,” I answered. “Okay, you’re the one that has to live with him if he reacts poorly. If he freaks I’m out the door,” said the man who in our online chats had given his name as Ray. I led him into our playroom. “Damn, he’s even hotter than in the pics you posted,” said Ray as he saw my boy on the bed. “You ready to another load Boy,” he asked as he walked over to the bed, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his cock as he approached. I closed the door, shutting it a bit to hard so it made noise, “Sorry about that,” I said make sure my Boy still knew I was in the room with him and Ray. Ray didn’t take long to get hard, he stroked his cock with one hand while sticking a finger from his other hand into Joey’s cum filled hole. “Damn, that’s a sloppy hole you have there Boy,” he said as he stroked himself while finger Joey’s asshole. “Thank you, Sir,” purred Joey as he pushed his ass back against the stranger’s finger. “Please fuck me Sir and give me your load,” he begged. I watched Ray fuck my Boy for about ten minutes. I was so fucking turned on, I gently rubbed my hard cock through my shorts. Eventually Ray turned and looked at me, then gave the agreed upon que for when he was getting close to cumming. He looked at me and said, “Hey can I get a some water, I’m parched.” My Boy knew that I had bottles of water in the room in case any of the tops needed a drink. What he didn’t know is that this was a set up. After a brief pause, I replied, “Sorry man, the previous guy took the last one, I’ll go get one from the kitchen.” Ray responded with a grunt of acknowledgment for the Boy’s benefit as he smirked at me. I went to the door and did my best to make as much noise opening it and then closing it as I could. A couple of seconds after I closed the door, but hadn’t actually left the room, Ray shoved Joey down onto the bed and lay on top of him as he continued to fuck him with his thick cock. The stranger brought his head down and whispered in my Boy’s ear, “Damn Boy, it’s a shame you are on PrEP cause I’ve been off my meds for a few months and I have a high viral load. You are one hot cum dump and I’d love to gift you and infect that hot ass of yours.” I don’t know who was more anxious for how Joey would respond, Ray or me. Joey didn’t say anything he just moaned and started thrusting his ass back up to meet Ray’s fucking. “Shit Boy, you are milking my cock like you want that toxic load. You want it don’t you, you want to me infect you? Don’t you?” asked Ray as he started thrusting harder, he was no longer whispering, but as far as Joey knew, they were alone in the room. Joey was moaning like crazy and being more active than he had with any of the previous guys today, thrusting back against Ray and grinding his crotch against the bed as Ray fucked him. “You want this toxic load Boy? You want it in your ass or should I pull out and shoot on your back?” asked Ray as he was getting close to cumming. Joey made a whining moan noise I’d never heard before. Ray was fucking my husband really hard now and Joey was clearing enjoying it. “That’s not good enough Boy, I’m going to pull out and waste this high viral load on your back unless you ask for it.” I knew Joey well enough that I recognized that he was cumming as he yelled out, “Please Sir, give me your toxic load, infect, poz me, breed me.” “Fuck yeah Boy,” said Ray as he reached his own organism from the combination of the dirty poz talk and Joey’s ass clenching his cock as the young muscle shot his own load onto the rubber playsheet covering the bed. I waited a couple seconds before opening the door and pretending to enter the room. “Oh damn, it looks like the missed the climax, but here’s your water,” I said trying my best to pretend I wasn’t on the verge of shooting my own load into my shorts from having watched that all unfold. “Thanks man,” said Ray as he kept up the act. He pulled his spent cock out of Joey and lifted up off the bed. He stood over Joey and slapped his ass, “Good thing you aren’t a girl cause if you were my potent load would definitely knock you up.” Joey did his best to act like this had just been another of the pump and dump encounters, “Thank you for giving my your load Sir.” “Your welcome Boy, I’m just bummed it’s only my load I’m giving you,” replied Ray as he zipped up his pants and turned to leave the room. On his way out, he leaned into me and whispered, “You have to call me if ever wants this for real, I’ll gladly take a med holiday to knock him up.” “Thank you for coming,” I said loudly as I nodded at Ray and gave him a thumbs up. Ray left the room and headed out of the house as I quickly pulled down my shorts and climbed on top of Joey who was still laying on the bed in a state of bliss after his organism. “He was a hot fucker,” I said as I slid my cock into Joey’s cum filled ass. It wasn’t going to take me long to add my own load. “You’ve been taking your PrEP right?” asked Joey, trying to disguise the sudden panic in his voice as he thought I was sliding my bare cock into his hole which had just received a toxic load.

Dan is out of town for a business trip looking for some relief. Sitting at a hotel bar, he saw a blinking notification from an app he rarely opened. The profile was sparse: 28. Local. Discipline preferred. Dan doesn’t usually meet anonymous profiles, but he has two weeks of pent-up tension, so he’s at the point that he just wants to get off. He has submissive tendencies but has never played with anyone who is a Dom, let alone a much younger Dom. He got the address and got himself cleaned up, then headed out. The hotel was a ten-minute cab ride away, a sleek, nondescript tower near the convention center. He paid in cash, a habit leftover from his divorce. The elevator smelled like bleach and something floral, the kind of scent designed to mask deeper stains. His reflection in the mirrored walls looked back at him: salt-and-pepper stubble, the faintest hint of crow's feet. Still fit, but not like he was at thirty. Dan, a middle-aged man in his 40s, was away on a business trip and looking for a way to relieve the stress of the past two weeks. Though not as "ripped" as he was during his college athlete days, he still maintained a nice build. While sitting at a hotel bar, he noticed a blinking notification from an app he rarely opened. The profile was sparse: 28. Local. Discipline preferred. Dan didn't usually meet anonymous profiles, but the built-up tension was significant enough that he just wanted to get off. Though he had submissive tendencies, he had never played with a Dom, especially one who was much younger. After getting the address, he cleaned himself up and headed out. Room 1417. The keycard was on the back of the "do not disturb" sign, as he was told. It slipped in his damp palm on the first try. The second time, the light blinked green. Inside, the curtains were drawn. A single lamp cast long shadows across the bedspread, its synthetic fibers unnaturally smooth under his fingertips. His pulse hammered in his throat. The instructions had been clear: Strip. Blindfold. Kneel. Wait. Simple, except for the way his hands shook as he unbuckled his belt. The leather hissed through the loops. He folded his clothes, a pointless gesture, but the ritual calmed him. The blindfold was on the floor, black silk with an adjustable strap. It smelled faintly of cedar. He inhaled, exhaled, then pulled it over his eyes. The darkness was immediate, total. "Sir," he said, then cleared his throat. "I'm ready." Silence. Then soft footsteps. Not dress shoes. Sneakers, maybe. Dan held himself perfectly still. A scent that was vaguely familiar, something citrusy. Grapefruit, or bergamot. Fingers brushed his collarbone. Dan jerked, then forced himself to relax. The touch trailed lower, pausing over his sternum. A thumb pressed into the hollow of his throat. "Good," said a voice. Young, but not as young as he'd expected. Husky. "You follow directions." Dan's mouth went dry. He nodded. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but he thought it must be his nerves and dismissed the thought. The thumb pressed harder. "Use your words." "Yes," Dan managed. "Sir." “Crawl forward until I tell you to stop.” The hand withdrew. He began crawling. His soft, hung cock swung between his legs. “Stop. Turn to your right, but extend your arm out until you feel the bed, then keep your hand on the bed.” Dan followed the instructions. "Now," said the voice, closer now, warm breath ghosting over Dan's ear. "Let's see if you can keep that up, but first, open your mouth." The young man gave him a pill to take and offered him some cold Gatorade. “Relax.” Dan took a few seconds to calm himself. This had already gone beyond the level of kink he had experienced before. “Are you ready?” the young man asked. Dan nodded. Dan felt the first slap before he heard it, a sharp crack against his left cheek, the sting radiating outward in slow waves. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, knees grinding into the carpet fibers. The pain was bright, almost electric, and beneath it, something hotter uncoiled in his gut. Fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back. The blindfold shifted slightly, pressing tighter against the bridge of his nose. A thumb dragged across his lower lip—dry at first, then wet with spit. Dan opened his mouth on instinct, and the thumb pushed in, pressing down on his tongue. The taste of salt, faintly metallic. "Hands behind your back," the voice commanded. Dan obeyed, wrists brushing the small of his back. The click of metal—handcuffs, probably—preceded the cold bite of steel around his flesh. They ratcheted tighter than necessary, the edges pinching. A knee nudged his thighs apart. Dan spread them wider, the carpet now rough against his inner skin. The air against his exposed flesh was cool, but the room itself felt thicker, heavier—like the walls were leaning in. The first touch to his cock was almost casual—a single fingertip tracing the vein underneath. Dan hissed, his hips twitching upward. The hand retreated immediately. "No," the voice chided. A sharp flick to his nipple this time, the pain lancing downward. "You don't move unless I say." Dan clenched his teeth. Sweat beaded along his spine. The scent of the other man—bergamot, definitely bergamot—mixed with the smell of the sweat of his own arousal. A palm flattened against his chest, pushing until his shoulders met the bedframe. The edge dug into his scapula. "Count," the voice said. The next slap landed harder, the sound echoing off the hotel walls. "One," Dan gasped. The third strike came lower, across his ribs. "Two." By six, his skin burned, every nerve alight. By eight, his cock was leaking against his stomach. The ninth never came—instead, fingers wrapped around his throat, squeezing just shy of too tight. "Look at you," the voice murmured, almost admiringly. "So eager." Dan's breath hitched. The pressure eased, then returned, a rhythm now, each release timed to the pounding of his pulse. "Sir," he choked out. The grip tightened. "Beg." Dan's throat worked against the pressure. The word scraped out: "Please." "Louder." The fingers loosened just enough for him to draw a ragged breath. "Please, sir." His voice cracked. The blindfold was damp now, sweat or tears, he couldn't tell. The citrus scent intensified as the man leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Dan's ear. "Good boy." The praise burned hotter than the slaps. Dan shuddered, the handcuffs biting deeper as his muscles tensed. A knee slid between his thighs, nudging them wider still. The carpet fibers scratched his inner thighs, the discomfort sharpening every sensation. Fingers traced the crease where his leg met his groin, slow, teasing, stopping just short of where he ached. Then he felt teeth. Sharp against his nipple. Dan arched off the floor with a choked noise. The bite turned to suction, the pain bleeding into pleasure. The man's free hand wrapped around Dan's cock, squeezing just once, dry, rough, perfect. Precum smeared across his stomach. "Look at that," the voice murmured. A thumb swiped through the wetness, then pressed against Dan's lips. He tasted himself, salt and musk. The hand on his throat vanished, replaced by a palm flattening against his chest. "Someone is liking this." "Stay." The command vibrated through him. Footsteps retreated. "Sir, I—" Dan started to feel dizzy and his body warming up, an unusual rush, an urge rising from his stomach that he wasn’t quite sure was going on. Dan's protest died as the first slap cracked across his ass. The sting radiated outward, settling into a dull throb that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. "Did I say you could speak?" The voice was closer now, right behind him. Dan swallowed hard, shaking his head. The blindfold slipped slightly, letting in a sliver of light—just enough to make out the vague outline of a dresser, the edge of the bed. A hand grabbed his hair, forcing his head back. "Answer properly." "No, sir." "Good." The hand released him, leaving behind a tingling scalp. Fingers traced the curve of his spine, stopping just above the swell of his ass. Dan held his breath. "Relax." The touch disappeared. Then— The unmistakable sound of a belt buckle coming undone. Dan's pulse jumped. The anticipation coiled tighter in his gut. His hands were uncuffed, then he heard, "Hands on the bed. Don't move." Dan obeyed. The first strike came without warning—leather biting into flesh. Dan gasped, fingers curling into the sheets. "One," he choked out. "Very good. A quick learner." The second landed lower, harder. "Two." By five, his skin burned. By seven, his thighs trembled. The eighth never came. Instead, fingers hooked under the blindfold, pulling it off in one sharp motion. Light flooded his vision. Dan blinked, eyes watering. And then he saw him through the hotel bed headboard mirror. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in nothing but a black jockstrap and a smirk. Recognition hit like a gut punch. "Jason?" The smirk widened. "Hey, Coach." Dan's stomach dropped. Jason Mercer, star linebacker, class of '16. The kid he'd mentored, the one he'd driven home after practice when his dad was too drunk to pick him up. The kid who wasn't a kid anymore. Jason's thumb brushed Dan's lower lip. "Surprise." Dan opened his mouth, to protest, to ask, but Jason pushed two fingers inside instead, pressing down on his tongue. "Uh-uh." Jason leaned in, close enough for Dan to smell the spearmint gum on his breath. "No talking." Dan swallowed around the intrusion, tasting salt and leather. Jason pulled his fingers free, dragging them down Dan's chin. "Now, where were we?" His palm landed on Dan's ass, right where the belt had marked him. Dan hissed. Jason chuckled. "That's more like it." The belt slipped between Dan's parted thighs, the leather still warm from its earlier use. Jason dragged it upward slowly, letting the rough underside scrape against his balls before pulling it taut against his perineum, just shy of painful. Dan's breath hitched. His cock twitched, already half-hard again despite the earlier slaps. Then pressure, Jason leaning in, his erection grinding against Dan's lower back. Heat radiated through the fabric. Dan's mouth watered. He remembered those thighs from the weight room, how Jason would smirk while repping twice what anyone else could. "Eyes on me." Jason's fingers curled into Dan's hair again, forcing his head back at an awkward angle. The new position made his throat work as Jason traced his Adam's apple with the tip of the belt. "You used to yell at me for slouching during drills. Look at you now." Dan's pulse hammered against the leather. He couldn't speak, could barely think, with Jason's free hand roaming his chest, tweaking a nipple, pinching just hard enough to make his hips jerk forward. The belt tightened. Jason hummed. "Still responsive. Good." He released the pressure abruptly, letting the belt fall to the floor with a muffled thud. "Open." The command registered a second before Jason's cock pressed against his lips, thick as a beer can, already leaking, the musk of it flooding Dan's senses. He opened obediently, letting the head push past his teeth. The taste bloomed bitter-salt across his tongue. Jason didn't give him time to adjust. One hand still fisted in his hair, the other guiding his hips, Jason began fucking his mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. Dan could hardly open his mouth any wider, and gagged on the third thrust, tears pricking his eyes as the tip hit the back of his throat. Despite the discomfort, Dan wanted it. The rush he felt in his chest felt satisfying by sucking on Jason’s hard cock. His cock hardened and twitched on its own by the thought of it. Jason paused, letting him catch his breath, then pushed deeper. "Relax your jaw," he murmured, his thumb brushing Dan's cheek where it stretched around his girth. "Yeah. Just like that." Saliva dripped down Dan's chin. His hand gripped the bedsheet tighter as Jason set a relentless pace, the slap of skin against skin obscene in the quiet room. The stretch burned, but beneath it—God, beneath it—the ache of submission coiled tighter with every thrust. Jason's grip tightened. "Look at me." Dan forced his eyes open. Jason's pupils were blown, his lower lip caught between his teeth. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through Dan's gut. "Remember," Jason panted, his hips stuttering, "when you made me run suicides for mouthing off?" He bottomed out, groaning as Dan's throat fluttered around him. "Bet you regret that now." Dan's nostrils flared—oxygen deprivation, humiliation, arousal all twisting together. His cock leaked against the bedsheets, untouched. Jason's fingers flexed in his hair, pulling just shy of painful as he withdrew completely. The sudden absence left Dan gasping, spit-slick lips parted. Jason tapped his cheek with two fingers. "Turn over. Ass up." Dan rolled onto his back. Jason's knee pinned his thigh before he could complete the motion. "Try again," Jason murmured, his thumb tracing the hollow of Dan's hipbone. "Slow." Dan obeyed, the stretch in his muscles obscenely intimate as he presented himself. The air conditioner kicked on, chilling the sweat along his spine. Jason's exhale on Dan’s hole before his tongue swiped upward, broad, wet, deliberate. Dan jerked, his elbows buckling. Jason chuckled against his skin. "Still ticklish." He spread Dan wider, his thumbs digging into firm flesh, and licked a slow circle around his rim. The drag of his tongue was filthy, unhurried, the kind of teasing that had Dan pushing back shamelessly. Jason rewarded him with a firmer press, the tip of his tongue breaching just enough to make Dan's toes curl. "Taste yourself," Jason ordered, rising to smear his spit-slick chin against Dan's mouth. The musk of his own arousal flooded Dan's senses—salt, sweat, something deeper. Jason's fingers replaced his tongue, circling lazily. "Next time," he breathed, "I won't be so gentle." His fingertip breached Dan on the word "gentle," the stretch burning gloriously. Dan arched, the headboard rattling as Jason crooned, "There you go, Coach. Take it." The room was spinning for Dan. Between the burn and the forceful stretch of Jason’s finger, he moaned uncontrollably and wanted more. Jason's other hand held Dan down while that finger worked deeper, twisting just shy of cruel. Dan turned to the side, buried his face into the bed, his breath hitching as Jason scissored him open, too fast, not enough, then added a second finger alongside the first. The stretch burned white, hot, his rim fluttering around the intrusion. Jason's breath hitched. "Fuck. Still tight." Dan's cock dripped onto his stomach, untouched. He could feel Jason's gaze tracing the mess he'd made, the silent judgment making his ears burn hotter than the stretch. Jason twisted his wrist, dragging his fingertips along Dan's walls until he gasped—then pulled out entirely. The sudden emptiness left Dan panting. The bed dipped. Jason's knees bracketed his thighs. "Tell me what you want." Dan's tongue felt too thick. "You. Inside." Jason's chuckle vibrated through him. "Yeah?" The first press of his cockhead against Dan's hole stole his breath. Jason leaned over him, chest to back, and nipped his earlobe. "Beg properly." Dan shuddered. "Please. Fuck me, Jason." “You sure you can take my thick cock?” “Yes. Jason. Please.” Jason slapped Dan across the face. At that moment he could tell how high Dan was. He almost forgot that he had given Dan a good dose of G and a capsule packed full of tina. “Who is Jason?” “Yes. Sir, Please,” Dan said. Jason sheathed himself in one brutal thrust. Dan's vision whited out. The stretch bordered on pain, his body struggling to accommodate Jason's thickness. Jason's dick wasn’t even halfway in. Jason applied a generous amount of lube to his dick again and sprayed maximum impact on a rag, then shoved it in Dan’s mouth. “Inhale deep and hold it.” Dan did as instructed. For the next 30 seconds or so he was completely disoriented. His mind went blank, as if his soul left his body. When he finally slowly regained consciousness, he was surprised to find Jason pounding his ass. Dan could feel his hips slammed against Jason. He had no clue how he managed to take the rest of Jason’s thick, hard, throbbing cock. "Jesus. You feel—” His voice broke. Jason rolled his hips experimentally, pulling a moan from Dan's throat. "Look at you," Jason murmured, dragging Dan upright by the hair. The new angle made his cock brush something deep, wrenching a punched-out noise from his lungs. Jason's hand wrapped around his throat, thumb pressing his pulse point. "All those years telling me to sit straight," he growled, punctuating each word with a thrust, "and now you're taking my cock like this." Dan's stomach clenched. The slap of skin filled the room, obscenely wet where Jason's balls hit his taint. Jason's free hand palmed Dan's leaking cock, stroking in time with his thrusts—too rough, too perfect. "Gonna come inside you," Jason panted, teeth scraping Dan's shoulder. "Just like you taught me—finish what I started." Jason's cock pulsed in Dan. The first pulse hit without ceremony. Jason groaned, hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding Dan’s guts in hot, thick waves. Dan felt it—the way Jason’s cock twitched inside him, the way his own body clenched instinctively around it, milking him dry. But Jason didn’t pull out. He stayed, panting against Dan’s shoulder, his grip tightening as his breathing evened out. Then he moved again. Dan barely had time to gasp before Jason was on him again—no warning, no easing back in—just the brutal slide of thick, familiar heat splitting him open all over again. The sudden fullness punched the air from his lungs, his body still loose and trembling from the first round. Jason didn’t give him a second to adjust, slamming home with a force that rocked the bedframe against the wall. "Fuck—thought I was done with you?" Jason’s voice was raw, his hands vise-like on Dan’s hips as he drove into him, each thrust landing with a wet smack. Dan’s vision blurred at the edges, his cock twitching uselessly against his stomach, oversensitive but still hard. The stretch burned differently now—deeper, like Jason was carving a space inside him that wouldn’t close. The second load came harder, Jason’s teeth sinking into Dan’s shoulder as he came with a ragged curse. This time, Dan felt the spillover—warmth trickling down his thigh, the sheets sticking to his skin. Jason didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause. Just kept driving into him, his breath hot against Dan’s neck, his voice rough with something like awe. "One more." Dan’s protest died in a choked whine. Jason fucked him through the mess, his thrusts turning slick and filthy, the sound obscene in the quiet room. "You take it so good," Jason muttered, almost to himself, as his pace picked up. Dan could only nod, his throat too ruined to speak, his body pliant under Jason’s hands. Jason emptied himself a third time, his groan muffled against Dan’s spine. The room smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick with it. Dan’s legs shook, his hole clenching around nothing as Jason finally pulled out, leaving him wet and wrecked. Dan obeyed, the salt-bitter taste flooding his tongue as Jason watched, pupils blown. He barely registered the bed shifting until Jason’s weight settled between his legs again—the head of his cock already nudging at Dan’s spent hole. "No—” Dan’s voice cracked. Jason didn’t hesitate. He sheathed himself in one smooth thrust, bottoming out with a groan as Dan’s body yielded impossibly again. "Fuck. Still so tight." His hands pinned Dan’s wrists, his hips pistoning with renewed hunger. The overstimulation was electric—Dan arched, his cock twitching dryly as Jason’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath hot against Dan’s throat. A load shot out of Dan’s untouched dick and some of his cum got on Jason’s face. Jason licked what he could reach with his tongue. Jason growled, his hips grinding as he emptied himself in Dan once more. Dan felt the cum leaking out around the stretch of him. Both of them were exhausted. Dan could not believe his ex-player dom had unloaded in him 4 times in a row. Without being told, Dan said, “Thank you for your load, sir.” It made Jason chuckle, and he said, “Get out of here.” Dan got dressed and left the room. Somewhere beneath the exhaustion, beneath the ache, something unfamiliar hummed—not regret, not exactly. Want. Raw and gnawing. During his Uber ride back to his hotel, he reached for his phone, fingers trembling. The app was still open. He tapped on Jason’s profile and typed, “When can I serve you again, sir?” The reply came before he could second-guess it: “Tomorrow. Same place. Don't be late.” Dan exhaled. His skin throbbed in time with his pulse. He traced a fingertip over the freshest bruise, darkening already, purpling at the edges. The pain was sweet. The anticipation, sweeter.

He walked over and sat at the other end of the couch facing me. He opened his legs and stroked his hard huge obelisk of a cock. "Massage my balls and finger my perinium please", he said I thought for a second. It seemed safe enough. It's not like he asked me to suck his cock. I crawled over to him and sat between his legs. As I did that he lowered his left leg around my waist and his right leg came up from the ground and around my waist as well locking me in a bit. I started to massage his balls and search for his premium. He quickened his stroking of his mammoth cock. I worked his balls and found his perinium. He "Yeah boy work Daddy's balls and knot", he moaned. I couldn't help but stare at his huge cock. It was gorgeous. It was not just long at least 9" but thick and his veins made it so sexy. His cock head was large too like a plow. Being this close for the first time I noticed there was a hole like a piercing under his cock head. I kept massaging his balls and knot. He kept moaning. "Ahhh yeah. Go ahead and play with my hole baby, please" he moaned. I paused. He wants me to play with his asshole I thought? Isn't he a top? What about his disease? He must've seen me think. "Dan don't worry you can't catch AIDS from rubbing my hole or sticking a finger up it." he said jokingly "Oh yeah I know just never been asked to do that to a guy before. And aren't you a top" i said casually I reached further down and found his hole. He slide back and up to allow easier access. I played with it teasing it and massaging his balls. "Go ahead and stick you finger in", he said "I thought you were a top" I said "Yes I am but it feels good and second a good top knows how to take a dick too once in a while. That's what makes him a good top" Rick said "I don't have any lube near by lets use our cum" Rick said He pointed at the cum on me and his leaking precum. I rubbed my finger in both and then tried to stick it in his ass. He was tight and I didn't want to hurt him. "Go ahead don't worry just stick in easy. Slowly" Rick said looking at me I slowly pushed in and my finger went. He let out a moan. I pushed my finger in deeper. "Swirl it around and pushed it deep and hook it back to you" he moaned I did just that. It felt tight and wet and warm, like a pussy. It reminded me this first time I fingered Jane. Rick kept moaning and stroking his cock and playing with his nipples, all the while his eyes locked on me. I love the way he looked at me. It made me feel safe, loved, beautiful, sexy and that he was in caring control. As I hooked my finger back, he let out a deep moan. "Ohhh yeah do it baby do it for Daddy", he yelled My fingers went into overdrive, I worked his sweet spot and his balls. After another 20 seconds, he yelled. "Ughhhhhhhh here it comes", he moaned My eyes left his and focused on his huge hard cock. I was focused on it. He was slowly pumping not fast or erratic and his precum was just oozing out and then a small spurt of this cream popped, then a spray of drops all over, then large spurts came shooting out of his hot cum. I felt his ass squeeze hard around my finger as he orgasmed.

Two guys, one for each end. The first taught me to deepthroat. I would lay on the bed with my head over the side and he would feed me his cock. Slowly at first, trained me up, and got me to where he would FUCK my throat. Saliva running down my face, gasping for breath when I could, and I fucking loved it. When he came he would mash his crotch to my face and choke me with his cock. I had a few time where I choked and shot his cum from my nose. Probably helped my create my "messy fuck" fetish. Fuck I am so horny thinking about that now. The other guy loved to fuck and had a thicker cock than I had ever had before. We did the standard "suck and fuck" most of the time, I suck him hard and then he'd fuck me. The first time we fucked he rammed it in. To be fair I begged him to when I mouth-measured him, I knew I had to have that as hard as it would go (yeah, pain freak here). And holy shit did he go for it. I didn't tap out but damn I lost my breath at first. Once he got going I was in Heaven. I got him to choke me as well and he was into it. We fucked like rabbits until he moved to Florida. I love most all cocks, but those two guys trigger some very fond memories and a hardon. If you will excuse me for a bit..

@Sfmike64 you can ask @viking8x6 - I REALLY AM a super big rule follower in most every part of my life when it comes to following guidelines.... except for the vast expanse (words chosen) of my sex life! 🙂

Part One: A Blinking Light ********************************************** A bump in the road snapped me back to reality. It was nothing more than a gravel driveway, and I slowly navigated the darkness, the crunching sound of tire on stone and rock the only audible noise, heading for my destination. My stomach lurched with every tiny bump and pothole I hit. Yes, I was really doing this. My mind began to wander back again to our conversation just a few minutes previously. I had been driving when the telltale flash of my phones status light told me I had a message, that distinct orangish hue indicating it was from Grindr. I was in the middle of nowhere so I did what I shouldn't have and flicked open the app. He had started simply enough with a "hey man," and little did I know it would be anything but simple from there on out. As I always do, I flipped to his profile to see what I was dealing with: no picture, 46, 6'0", 145#, top, right now, positive. My pulse quickly sped up with that last part. It didn't say undetectable. Ordinarily no picture means instant dismissal but a guy on Grindr who straight up said positive was a rare find indeed! Of course guys who say positive often mean undetectable, but still the thrill of his stats (that one in particular) had me intrigued enough to respond. "Hi there." "You looking for some fun sexy stud? Slightly older guy here, but always ready to please." Slightly corny, but okay, I was still horned. "Depends on what you have in mind for me." Vague and elusive, I wanted him to give me more so that even if he turned out to be one of the thousands of flakes, at least I'd have something to beat off to when I get home. "Looking to slide inside a young buck such as yourself and ride him until I unleash my seed inside." A barebacker it sounded like, just my type of response! But now for the real test. "Sounds hot, you got any pics to share?" My phone fell silent for a moment. I knew it, he was one of those guys who probably hit up everyone in range just to amuse himself. I set the phone back down and returned myself to the task at hand of driving, though I noticed with slight amusement that he had definitely gotten the blood flow going down there. And then the steady pulsing of the notification light returned. He had responded. Oh fuck! His pictures took my growing uncut 7-inch piece straight to a solid state. His first pic was a full body shot. He was definitely rocking a semi-wasted look. He was thin with a hint of rib cage showing beneath his well-tanned skin, a nice but not too thick pellet of fur on his chest. His face was slightly gaunt, a thick but trimmed beard and a buzzed head. Thin, hairy, and veiny legs supported him, but his cock... my god, it was true what they said about wasting men--it makes their cocks more impressive. It looked long, uncut like mine, with an ample shaft but a quite impressive head that definitely flared out under the hood. It was the type of head, much thicker than the shaft, that would create that feel of a suctioning plunger inside an ass. There was a second picture, an even more impressive close-up of his wonderful monster. Now clearly hard and pointing at an erect and upright angle the head looked solidly larger than the shaft as I had noticed from the first picture, and just the tip of his piss slit peaking through the opening of his foreskin with a succulent and substantial strand of precum dangling down. I was sold. I responded with a picture of myself and one of my ass, as clearly that would be the most interesting part of me to him. I am a pretty good looking guy if you can get me to admit it. I stand 28, 5'11", 179#, fit though not muscular or ripped, but well exercised from all the sports I play. My chest is smooth, my skin a lightly tanned color, and my ass nice and firm--a slight bubble to it--and just a hint of fuzz on it. "Boy, I would love to be inside that beautiful pink hole, unleashing my seed inside you." "Fuck yeah man. It sounds like you play raw and shoot positive seed, right?" Again my phone fell silent. Had I perhaps broached that topic too quickly? I'm not one for small talk usually, but maybe this time should I have held off slightly, let the conversation develop more? The flash returned. "Prefer raw here, boy. My cock doesn't appreciate plastic. Oh, and my seed will change you - if that's what you want." Fuuuuuuck. It was. "It is, but your cock looks quite large, not sure that head will make it in!" "It's the hardest part to take, but once it's in, you'll never want it out." "Where are you?" This time there was no pause. Up popped the little map clip with the marker. Holy hell, he was just a few miles ahead. I was on a state road, but at 11:00 PM it was all but deserted and dark from the thick woods on either side. I had driven this road many times and had never noticed a house along my drive. "Looks like I'm driving toward you now and would arrive at your place in about five minutes. Is that too quick an arrival?" "Not at all. That cock pic is me - now. I'm ready if you are, boy." "Then I guess I'll see you shortly!" "Fuck yeah boy. Just be sure, 'cause I don't stop once I start, and once I'm in my head doesn't soften until it has unleashed its load inside you." Music to my ears. "I want it." "See you soon." And now, just a few minutes later, here I was, his small house in front of me, deep back in the woods. I parked, turned-off the Jeep, and took a deep breath. Last chance. I opened the door and stepped out into the crisp, cold, late-night air of a fall evening. Another deep breath and a pause. I turned and walked to the door and knocked. A few seconds later I heard footsteps approach the door. A hand on the knob, and the door opened. "Come on in," a voice said from inside. The room was dark, I couldn't see him in there. One last deep breath. I stepped inside.

been edging today because i just love edging. pre is all over my stomach and my cock head rn

Rick was still behind rubbing my chest and shoulders, once in a while teasing my nipples which still sent shockwaves down to my cock even though I had just cum. His head next to mine whispering in my ear. "Yeah good boy. How did that feel. You came good.", he said "It was amazing. I never felt such a strong orgasm before. What you said about my nipples and perineum was so right. It felt so good", I said He stood up and moved to the side of me. His cock was sticking out at me only a few inches from my face. "Yes and there is so much more I can teach you about your body and giving into your pleasure. I want to make you feel so good." Rick said his lips burshing against my ear. I leaned into his lips. As I turned I saw his huge meat. "Sorry you were so busy helping me you didn't cum yet", I said "Its fine. I wanted to help you experience deep pleasure. Did you really enjoy it?", he asked I nodded, "Yes it was incredible, I am still calming down from the high", i replied. While my cock was not erect it was still a little hard. That normally doesn't happen. "You still look horny my boy", he said looking at my cock and stroking his "Yeah still energized, normally I go soft by now. I don't know why its still hard", I replied Rick then knelt by me. And started to massage my legs and relax me. "Ohhh boy you came a gallon didn't you. We better get you cleaned up. Do you mind if I help?" Rick asked "Sure its all over me" I replied "Do you mind if I taste your cum" he asked I didn't know what to say. I thought for a second. He tasted my leak so might as well. I nodded. He took his fingers and scooped it up and placed it in his mouth and sucked his fingers. The way he did it was so sensual and then he swirled it in his mouth to taste it and then swallow. All the while looking me in the eyes. "You taste so good Dan. Here try it", he said while scooping it up and placing it in my mouth like earlier today. He sensually teased my mouth and massaged my mouth and tongue. It waslike my mouth and tongue were having sexy with his finger, so sensual and erotic. I tasted my cum and swallowed. "Tastes good right", he asked with his fingers still teasing my mouth. I nodded. He fingers pulled out and seductively touched my lips. He scooped up more and lightly seductively entered my mouth again this time he instructed me. "Yeah just suck my finger baby, enjoy the flavour of your sweet cum, taste it baby, its sweet nectar, that's it tongue it, suck on my finger. Make my finger feel good baby. Ohhh yeah" he said His words taking control of my mouth and tongue. My tongue flicked his finger tips and swirled around his finger and sucked on it like it was food. I tasted and savored my cum. It did taste good. "Dan, you are so handsome and beautiful " he said staring at me His words were working their magic. His left hand was now massaging my thigh. My cock was hard again. "That's it baby good boy" he said pulling out his finger slowly and swirling my lips. In the moment my lips reached out to suck his finger again, like it was missing his finger in my mouth and I sucked on it again. Holding onto his finger in my mouth. "Yeah you like that don't you" he said smiling at me His finger scooped up more cum and again back in my mouth and was hungry for his finger and my cum. I tongued, licked and sucked on his finger. Again he pulled it out and teased my lips. My lips responded on their own and kissed his finger and my tongue stuck out and licked it. "Hmmm yeah good boy", Rick said teasing me. His hand on my thigh making me feel good. He scooped up more cum from my belly and smeared it on my lips. My mouth tried to reach out for his finger but he pulled it away. "No, just lick it off your lips", he said I did in a hungry sexy way, licking my lips while Rick stared at me "Do you mind if I lick it off of you please? There is so much to clean up" he said smiling "Ughh ok just not my cock" I said "Ok" he replied as he patted my thigh and kept it there. He moved closer to me our bodies touching, his cock now poking my left leg and he leaned over and grabbed my hand holding my hard cock and moved it over off the side. He squeezed my hand as he moved it thereby squeezing my cock. It throbbed and leak some cum. He then started to lick the cum off me. Starting at my groin and pubic area. I shivered as the way he licked up the cum caused a shock of pleasure. Licking and sucking and nibbling the cum out of my pubic hair and slurping so close at the base of my cock. Then he worked up my belly sucking the cum in my belly button. I let out a soft moan. Then up my abs and chest, licking and sucking causing shocks down to my cock. I started to breath harder. Then he started to suck and lick both my nipples that were covered in my cum. Electricity to my now rock hard cock. He kept on my nipples licking them and teasing them even after the cum was all gone. It felt so good I let out a soft moan. He then sucked and pulled gently on my nipples with his teeth. "Aaahhhh", I moaned whipping my head back in both pain and pleasure. He went on teasing my nipples and sucking on them for what seemed like an hour but was only not even a minute. At this point my cock was leaking precum again. He stayed there for a while working them then up my neck licking the cum off the side of my neck and also nibble. I let out another soft slightly high pitch moan. Then the cum on my ear lobe as he sucked it and I melted and let out another moan. My hand on its own started to massage my cock now which was leaking precum again. "Yeah you got cum all over.", Rick said our lips inches away. "Do you mind helping me? I didn't get a chance to cum yet", he said "Sure how can I help", I said. As the words left my mouth I reminded myself he has HIV.

Rick walked over my side of the couch and kneeled behind me as I leaned against the couch armrest. "Yeah boy just lean back and enjoy. Listen to your body. Give into your bodies' needs, give into your pleasure. Let your body lead you", he whispered into my ear. His lips brushing lightly against them. I leaned back. I could smell his manly must scent. His hands started at my shoulder and slowly worked down my chest and pecs to my groin. It was more than I asked for but was too into feeling good. His hand brushed my cock in my hand and my cock throbbed. His hand surrounded my hand on my cock and squeezed it as i pumped my own cock. I let out a loud moan as I massaged that knot beneath my balls. His hand left mine and rubbed the tip of my cock and scooped up the precum and placed in at my lips. My body was on autopilot and my tongue reached out and licked it. "Hmmm yeah, your cum tastes so sweet baby doesn' it" Rick said in my ear. He scooped up more and placed it my lips. I nodded. Then his hands went up to my nipples and started to tease, pull, and manipulate them. My eyes rolled back and my head fell off to the side. "Can I kiss you neck please its so beautiful", he asked in my ear I thought about It in clarity. It's only my neck not my lips. I nodded He started to kiss my neck, licking and nibbling. I melted even more. His technique on my nipples was sending me in orbit. The way he teased them with his fingernails was sending shockwaves to my cock. The he would twist and pull them out. Pain would be mixed with pleasure. Once in while I would wince. He would whisper, yes pain and pleasure go well together don't they baby. I couldn't help but just nod. It was all overwhelming, his scent, his touching and manipulating of my body, me jacking off, the porn in the background of this guy getting fucked and moaning, the alcohol, I needed to let cum. "Yeah keep going for Daddy ok. Don't cum yet now.", Rick said I nodded "What I didn't hear you" Rick said Without thinking, I blurted out, "Yes Daddy". I couldn't believe what I just said. Suddenly he stood up behind me and reached down and started playing with my balls while lifting my right leg and placing it on the top of the couch. I was now splayed open. "Yeah just enjoy but don't cum until I tell you too now. Ok?", he said looking down at me "Yes", I said "What?" he said "Yes Daddy", I moaned. I couldn't hold back i need to cum. He went back to my balls and started to massage my perineum. I let out a loud moan. He pushed in hard and circle massaged it. It felt so good." "That's how I do it. Feels good dont it" he said "Oh god yes Daddy", I blurted out. What was i saying i thought. Then he slid his hand over my butt and back down thru my crack. The side of his hand going over my ass hole and then hitting my perineum. I froze when he touched my hole but we just massaged more and I relaxed.

Rick went on to tell me how he likes to masturbate. He leaned back and faced me on the couch with one leg on the back of the couch and the other on the floor spreading his legs. He spit on his hand and started to work on now his hard cock. It was huge it looked at least 9 inches and was thick. Precum started to ooze out. I stared at him and his body. He was handsome the more I looked at him. He was a little thin and had a small potbelly. His light moustache make him look more mature. His brown and white hair with a little balding i thought was cute. His nipple rings were interesting. "You like my nipple rings" Rick asked "They look cool. Did they hurt", I asked "It feels like only a pinch. The hassle is having to clean them every day but I think they look hot and feel good when you pull them.", Rick said "Really they feel good when you pull them. I would think they are sore" I asked "Why don't you try" Rick said "Nah", I said "Cmon it wont bleed or anything", Rick egged me on I stood up walked over to him and tugged on one of them. "You can pull harder than that and pull both", he said I reached out and pulled both of them and kept pulling them. Rick let out a moan and started to pump his cock more. "Yeah more dude, help me", Rick said I pulled both of them again and twisted them. He winced and I let go. "Sorry", I said "Don't be sorry that felt good. Sometimes pain is good with pleasure. Do it again.", Rick said. I reached out and started to really play with them. Pulling them, twisting them and started to tease his nipples with my fingers. He leaned back more and started to jerk hard. His cock was now slick with precum. As I was playing with his nipples my hard cock brushed his shoulder and precum leaked on him "Ohhh shit sorry Rick", I said apologetically "Don't worry about, you are helping me he said. I'll grab a taste if you don't mind", he said wiping the precum leak that I left on his shoulder. As he wiped it his hand brushed the tip of my cock and made it throb and leak more. "Hmmmm i hope you are ok with me saying this but you have a beautiful cock. You look ready. Look at you leaking.", he said. As he said that a huge drip was leaking and he reached over right under the tip to catch it with his finger all in slow motion and wiped if off my cock tip. It throbbed again. He then placed his finger in his mouth our eyes locked and licked my leak. "You taste amazing Dan", he said looking at me "Go back and sit down and pump your cock", Rick said placing his hand on my ass giving it a soft squeeze. Our hands brushed as I walked away. I sat opposite of him in the same way and started to pump my cock. We kept our eyes on each other. I would look the TV when I felt uncomfortable. "Yeah look at them fucking and enjoying each other. Look at that bottom take it. Look at how he gives himself to his top." Rick said I did again look at the bottom, he looked in ecstasy and it looked hot in a way. "Here is another thing I like to do when i masturbate. He started to massage his balls and then reached under and took his index finger and started to press and rub under his balls. He started to moan out loud. "Ohhh yeah. Fuck it feels so good", he moaned "Are you sticking your finger in your ass?" I asked "No it's your perineum. It's between your scrotum and your ass hole", Rick said moaning. He was clearly in pleasure as his moaning got louder and more exciting. He kept it up and I just watched him and the TV. I was on the verge and so horny not cumming in days and being brought to the edge several times both by Rick's massaging at the pool and my time with Jane. "You should try it. Start with your nipples and work your perineum. Women do this too you know." Rick said. He was right, Jane like to play with her nipples while I fucked her. I started to work and tease my nipples. It started to send electric feelings down to my cock. The more I played with my nipples the more my cock throbbed. "Yeah someone's nipples look tied to their cock. Mine are like that. Sometimes i just play with my nipples and not with my cock" Rick said I tried it and it felt good. I felt shocks go down to my cock. I started to tease them and started to pull on them a little. It hurt but felt good. I pulled even harder and then teased them. I felt a little pain and lots of pleasure. "Now try your perineum", he said I put my hand back on my cock and stroked and then took my left hand and massaged my balls and then worked to find that spot with my finger. I started and then boom. "Ohhhhhhhh", I moaned as i found it and massaged it." "Yeah feels good doesn't it. Go for it massage it, caress it", Rick said stroking his cock looking at me I kept that up. It felt incredible. It was like my inside was filled with electricity and it transferred to the base of my cock. I haven't felt anything like that before. It was intense. "You want me play with your nips why you stroke and play with you down there?", Rick asked I was feeling so good, the alcohol, not cumming and now feeling this new pleasure, I nodded.

He told me how he learned about getting HIV and was scared and angry. He got on meds and didn't care for the side effects. He learned to live with HIV by just taking care of his general health and found a new community including a community of people who wanted to only or at least primarily play with HIV positive people and tops were even in more demand. During our talk my cock stayed rock hard and leaking. The porn was still playing and the moaning and slapping of the fucking kept emanating from the gay porn on the TV. "You mean some guys just want to have sex with HIV positive guys? Do they wear condoms?", I asked with a shocking face "No, they don't. In fact you will find a lot of HIV tops don't fuck with condoms. I don't. ", Rick responded confidently "Really? So you just give others HIV?", I asked "Well yes and no. I fuck guys bare only. It's more natural and intimate. I can feel the bottoms pussy. Second, it's difficult to stay hard with a condom on. Do you fuck your gf with a condom? What about hook up with other women in the past?", he said debating me "You are right it feels way better and I had issues too staying hard after a while and even cumming sometimes", I said agreeing with Rick Rick wanted us to take another shot and drink beer before we continued our conversation. I was still buzzing but partook in the shot and beer. My head was now light and buzzing. My body relaxed, except for my cock which was still rock hard. "Second, once I start fucking a bottom, I cum in them. Always. I don't pull out." Rick said in a matter of fact way. "And most of the guys want to have sex with me knowing I have HIV", Rick said smiling and stroking his rock hard cock. I stared at his huge cock and when he saw I turned away to the TV. The bottom was moaning so much and writhing under the top. "I can see your cock is hard and you are leaking so much.", Rick said "Why don't you take your cock out and stroke it. It is looking for some attention. Go on its only us dudes" Rick said I pulled down my briefs and started stroking my cock. Precum was dripping down my cock. Our eyes locked and he stared at my cock too. "Ans some guys seek me out to get fucked by me and take my POZ load in their ass", Rick said stroking "Are you for real? They want to have you cum in their ass with your POZ cum? Why? Doesn't that mean they will get AIDS and shorten their life?", I said "It means that they may get HIV which can lead to AIDS. Having HIV doesn't mean you will get AIDS. HIV doesn't take as easy as you think. There are some bottoms who have taken multiple loads and still never got HIV." Rick said as a matter of fact He went on, "And for some men want to be free. They want to take POZ cum and not worry about HIV. They want to listen to their body's desires. Some even chase it" he said "Chase HIV" I asked "Yes they want to get infected so they can get past worrying about it and fuck freely and have sex with anyone they want and not worry", he said "Many like me didn't chase it but we get it eventually and then live with it and embrace it. I got it before PrEP. I've also seen some that once they get it, then they chase it. ", Rick said "Both of those sounds weird and don't make sense, especially the last one. Why chase it after you get it?", I said in scoffing way "I don't know. I only know that I have seen bottoms that once they get POZ cum in them crave it. It's something interesting and special to see. It's like their body needs it and they become addicted to it." Rick said stroking his cock I didn't realize I was still slowly massaging and rubbing my cock too. Precum was leaking over it and my hand was slick now. "Like look at the bottom on the screen. The top porn star is publicly known to have HIV and they are fucking bareback. The bottom actor knows for sure but look how he is enjoying it.", Rick said I looked and watched the video. The bottom looked so ecstatic and full of pleasure. My cock was throbbing right now. On screen the bottom started to beg the top to cum in him. I was stunned and aroused. "Do you jack off a lot", Rick asked "Once a week maybe two", I replied "I would think you wouldn't need to with your gf", Rick said I paused and thought about it and wanted to be honest. The alcohol made me more relaxed and less defensive. "Yeah but a guy needs his one needs sometimes. Pussy is good but only a guy knows how to handle cock. I have been less interested in having sex with her lately. It doesn't arouse me anymore. Even have a difficult time staying hard.", I said "I couldn't agree more. Our bodies are different and we have different pleasure points and now what our cock and bodies need.", Rick said smiling. "Looks like you don't have a problem staying hard now" Rick said smiling and stroking his huge meat.

Part Four: A Surprise Visitor ********************************************** We slowly made our way into his bedroom, me still impaled on a not-softening weapon of ass destruction as they say. We reached the bed, which was a little lower than most, and we gradually climbed onto it, making our way to the middle. I leaned forward and put my hands down in front of me, assuming an all-fours position. Just doing so pulled me forward ever so slightly, and I felt that now-familiar tug of his head on my inner ring. Fuck. With that pounding and constant bullying open of that sphincter muscle, how was it still tight enough to resist? But it was, and I felt myself scoot back just a bit to ease the pressure. He had other ideas though. "Here boy, slowly turn yourself over and lay on your back." He slid a pillow in front of his knees to help raise my ass once I turned, and slowly I managed to turn myself, lifting my left leg up and over him as I went from face down to upright. And then, I felt myself falling back onto the bed and his pillow as I lost the arm support that had been holding me up. And as I sank down to the bed, my ass pulled away, painfully ripping his head out of my inner chute and leaving it halfway inside that first segment of rectum. I looked up and, from the soft light emerging into the room from the hallway, I saw him for the first time in person. He looked much like his picture but now with the light from outside I noticed that underneath the patch of fur on his chest and, indeed, up and down his arms, were dark blotches. Lesions. They dotted him all over below his neckline, a testament to just how truly sick and virulent this man was--this man who had just impregnated me with seed that would likely treat me just the same. My inner ass was drowning in poison, and I could feel the still-hot liquid slowly sliding further up into me as, with my ass elevated, gravity pulled it along previously untainted tissue. My head fell back against the bed. "Fuuuck. What did I just do?" He chuckled at hearing this. I looked him straight in the eyes as he spoke. "You surrendered yourself to me, and now I am part of you. Inside you." And with that he pushed his half burried shaft into me again, lodging up against the weakening resistance of my inner core. He fell forward, his hands landing on either side of me, his face now above me, and he flexed his cock inside me as I tried to push my head back further into a bed that would resist me as I had not him. He pushed again through my inner ring, lodging even more deeply than before as my eyes shot open and my mouth dropped open to cry out. Yet that cry was quickly muffled by his mouth on mine as I once again felt his ballsack come to rest against me, both globes inside still feeling amply full. His tongue pushed mine aside as he explored my mouth just as enthusiastically as he had my ass just a few moments ago. All the while his uncut meat launched itself into a steady fuck rhythm once again, battering a torn and bruised anal cavity that was susceptible to every disease that coarsed through his veins. His eyes locked on mine as he raised his head, never slowing but gradually increasing the forcefulness of his second assault. "Mmmm boy, yeah, take me. Take everything I have, deep inside you let it become part of you." My voice wavered now, suddenly I realized that while the thought of a poz man turned me on, I hadn't thought completely about what other bugs he might have. "What do you mean, 'take everything'?" "Shhh, I've given you many special gifts, and will soon gift them to you again. Not just my deadly and untreatable AIDS but other beautiful things for your body to enjoy. You will discover them over time, but they are already part of you now." His thrusts continued to increase and the slapping sound of his balls faded slightly as they began to draw up for another release. I looked at him as his eyes rolled up into his head. He practically shouted. "Oh god boy, I'm going to cum in you again, more seed inside you!" His cock once again became a steel pole and with a few more thrusts, he lodged himself deep inside me and froze, his body convulsing and shaking this time as wave after wave of toxic cum shot like bullets into me, gravity sliding them down soft tissue as the burning sensation in me reappeared and seemed to spread. His head flew back in ecstasy. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" He continued to convulse as another 7-8 thick spurts of cum fired into my ass. Apparently he had not cum in quite some time as this load was just as big, if not substantially larger than the first. He collapsed on me, still buried balls-deep, his rigid penis still twitching and pulsing death into me. He was himself also still convulsing slightly, and as my hands found their way up and over him and landed on his back, I felt more lesions there and realized I was again taking his potent seed, another few pulses as liquid dribbled from his piss slit. "Fuuuuuuck." It was all he could say as his frail body lay on top of mine. His head came down to the right of mine. Little flexes of his shaft still felt in every corner of my abused, diseased rectum. He lay there, and I felt his cock finally begin to shrink a bit. I still had his head trapped up inside my second hole, but even it eventually softened enough and I felt it pop back into my main chute as he began to slowly pull himself up and withdraw his cock until just that legendary head remained. He returned himself fully to a squatting position, 2 inches still inside me, and looked at the results of his entrance and subsequent destruction. "Mmmm, only a few specks of blood boy. I thought for sure I had ripped you wide open the way you screamed earlier." I felt the tug of his head as he pulled it back against my asshole. Blood. It was certain then. With everything he said he had, no way would some of it not find its way there. "In a few days you'll probably feel quite sick, but then you will possess the same seed as me. Ready to be spread to whomever you desire. An attractive young buck like yourself will have no trouble finding himself willing holes to seed. Holes I cannot tag looking like this." He pointed to his lesions. He was right. Had I seen them I very well may not have ever turned off the road earlier. But here I was, his hooded head still inside me. I had taken him willingly, my hormonal desires impairing any form of better judgement and now two loads of an untreatable form of AIDS lay deep inside me, being absorb even as my brain pondered the wisdom of my choices. "Would you like a surprise visitor?" As if I any longer had a choice? I knew what awaited me, what was to be my fate. With everything he had hinted at contained in his semen, I would have many, many surprise visitors in the next few months. Visitors that would be hard to get rid of, if at all, and who would all contribute to the deterioration of my body, until I too was frail, lesioned, and searching for a vessel to carry my eventual lethality. I spoke again in my now scratchy voice, words that escaped reason and sanity. "Yes, I can't wait." "Who said anything about waiting?" Wait. Oh god. That wasn't his voice! Where had it come from? We weren't alone??? I looked past him and there, as my eyes focused, silhouetted in the doorway--by the light of the hallway--stood another naked man. We did indeed have a surprise visitor. And my night was clearly not over.

Part Three: The Warmth Inside ******************************************* It may have seemed like an eternity but it was only a few seconds of stillness before I felt a pressure inside and realized he was beginning to slowly thrust again. "Oh fuck boy, it's been a long time since I've been in such a warm and willing hole. Give me a sec while I adjust and let my foreskin inside you too." His gyrations were slow and shallow, but I could feel a slight fullness growing inside me as I realized his abundant foreskin was slowly inching back up and over his exposed head. A bit of his shaft followed with each push, and after a minute or so he paused again. "Muuuch better. Fuck boy, you are so wet inside. And my load will eventually make that a flood." I felt myself go limp, not that I had been capable of tensing any muscles since his entrance just moments ago. But he definitely felt me surrender to his grip. My nipples once again being tweaked and lightly pinched as my shaft again grew, having gone flaccid from the pain I had so recently felt. I was hard in no time and I felt my hormones again begin to flow as his well-lubricated death stick began a new mission: burying itself as deep as it could go. I knew it wouldn't take long, with his head now inside, his shaft would have no trouble following and I again closer my eyes tightly as he began to sink into me with one long continuous push. He was nearly there and then I felt him reach my second, more inner ring and begin stretching it just as he had my outermost one. Again, I felt a ripping, tearing pain as his head spread my inner muscle apart further than anything ever had. He gripped me tight, sensing my latest round of discomfort. He all but cooed into my ear, the short hairs of his beard tickling my skin. "It's okay, once more, just a thrust." And a thrust it was. There was no gentle working of this ring. He pushed hard and deep and for the second time (and not the last) I cried out in a scream of pain as he pushed his massive head through in one flick of his hips. With no resistance left his cock kept its momentum and sank completely into me, his groin settling against on my upper ass and his quite hefty ball sack slapped gently up against my lower cheeks; I remember thinking his balls felt as large as his ass-splitting acorn. "I'm all the way in now boy." I slowly opened my eyes and forced myself to resume a normal breathing rhythm. He was so deep inside me, I could feel his head pushing against the lower front wall of my abdomen. Things were definitely being rearranged internally, I could feel it. And then, I felt something else: a dull, burning, almost hot pain inside me. He wasn't cumming already was he? Again, he had read my mind. "Fuuuuck, leaking so badly boy. More of my death lube inside you." Precum, just precum? Were his balls also furnaces? The liquid his piss slit was generously oozing onto my ass walls was all but scalding hot inside me! I felt his plug of a head gently rocking deep inside my second ring, and I knew he was making sure the coating was evenly distributed. AIDS. In my hole. What the fuck was I doing? Wait. NOW I was having second thoughts? I thought back just a couple years to when I had been a condom-nazi. Never touched a guy or gal back then without them. Then, while fucking a FTM trans guy, my rubber had broken, and a few weeks later there had been a pregnancy scare. To say I had been a nervous wreck was an understatement, but the feel of my sensitive uncut head touching skin had intrigued me, and while a war had raged inside me about safe sex and long healthy life, I found myself experimenting with raw encounters. At first I only topped one of my regular buds bare; he had admitted it was a fantasy of his and was all to ready to help me experiment when I shared with him my desire. Still, I never took him bare at first. But one day I was just so damn horny that when the rubber broke as he was about to climax, I ignored his warning and slammed myself down on him until his prodigious load filled me inside. I was hooked. As I explored bareback sex, both in bed and online, it was a natural progression to curiosity about poz men, and gradually I began engaging with several undetectable fuck buds. But I had never played with a man so riddled by the virus, so willing to share it, and so potent as to ensure that once would be enough. Until now. The rocking continued and became, once again, a thrusting, gentle at first, and then gradually increasing in speed. Yet, he was still shallow, completely inside my second ring until... I felt the back of his head hit my second ring, moving in the opposite direction from which it had entered. I knew this would hurt, as there was no flare to make it a gradual exit. Instead his head began pulling my inner sphincter along with it as he tried to withdraw. I felt it pull, painfully, and then it ripped open again as his head popped back into my lower chute. Another scream. "That's it, boy, feel me tearing open your inner hole. A few more thrusts in and out and you'll be used it it." And with that, his half withdrawn monster slammed back through my inner barrier. My head fell back as I screamed. Again. And again. And again. This was no longer gentle - he was busting me open, his massive plow probably destroying my ability to ever walk or defecate normally again. Still, little by little the pain decreased to a tolerable amount, although in no way disappearing. Somehow I realized with each withdraw his cock head was now also pulling against my outer ring. He was deep-dicking me hard and rhythmically. "No need to worry boy. I'm not exiting that first ring until my balls have emptied their cargo of demon seed inside you." His fucking continued, us standing there just inside his door. Pounding thrusts created involuntary, guttural grunts from me as he continued to bust my second ass ring wide open with every pass. "I've never shot my seed at this toxicity into anyone before, boy. You will never be able to treat it or fight it. I have created the ultimate weapon and will give it to you now." His rhythm picked up as his thrusting increased in fury. His breathing began to sound labored and I knew the time had come. He was about to impregnate me with his AIDS. A strain so virulent that no treatment for it yet existed. Its noxious brew already sliming my ass walls in his precum, but now a voluminous amount of liquid death was about to enter me and my journey to a wasted state similar to him would begin. I was ready. And so was he. I felt his cock grow incredibly hard inside me as the blood flowed in to create a rock solid weapon capable of unleashing a deadly force inside its victim, a straight shot to the soft tissue that would absorb the poison that would change it forever. "Oh god, boy, I'm going to cum!" And with that he thrust deeply one last, painful time as his steel shaft thrust a rock hard head past my inner sphincter one last time and lodged it there so it could finally accomplish its mission. "OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" He screamed into my ear and that hot burning sensation I had felt deep in my bowels before, created just by a single strand of precum, was replaced by a flood of scalding liquid as the first wave of his load splashed against innocent, unprotected soft tissue. It was quickly followed by another seven or eight spurts, each gradually decreasing in size until it was just an oozing dribble. As each wave of liquid toxicity entered me I felt his nutsack jump behind me, signalling the rocketing of another wave through those tiny, miniscule tubules that blend semen and sperm and send the mixture on to its destination. Each wave of his load of course stayed right where it was, his ample head plugging my inner hole in a tight seal. He gradually relaxed himself, and his hands slowly moved to my chest, again focusing on my soft and tender pink nipples. "Fuuuck boy, I haven't cum like that in ages. There's just no substitute for an ass like your's. Don't worry, I won't be going soft for a while, there's more seed to unload inside you. I felt your ass clamping down on me and throbbing. How big a load did you shoot?" How big a load did I shoot? DID I shoot? I looked down. Fuck! I had. I could barely see the glistening last strand of cum hanging from my slowly softening penis. I hadn't even felt myself blow. But I could make out several spots of cum on the back of the couch in front of me. Yeah, I had cum, quite impressively even for me. I noticed I felt an ache in my balls, the way you do when a load has been building for a while and is finally released. "Quite a bit it seems." Aside from my screams, they were the first words I had uttered since we began, if you ignored my feeble pleas for him to 'take it out' as he entered. "Mmmm, one of your last negative loads. How about we move up to the bed?" With that we somehow moved to the staircase and waddled our way up, me still in his embrace and with his ever so slightly softened piece still plugging his load deep in my chute. I welcomed the warmth inside me as we entered his bedroom.

Part Two: The Entrance ********************************************** My eyes took a few seconds to adjust. The room was dark, but not pitch black. A subtle glow of light from the staircase in front of me made just the major details of the room in front of me barely visible. A couch stood in front of me, facing the opposing wall and what looked like a bookshelf or entertainment center. It was a living room, and had just the scent of candle smoke wafting in the air. I heard the door close and felt him come up behind me; he put his hands on the outside of my shoulders and brought his head right up behind mine. "So glad you came, boy. You're going to enjoy yourself. Why don't you lose those clothes?" He stepped back just a few feet as I shucked my overjacket, t-shirt, and track pants, and followed that up by sliding out of my sneakers. I stood there in the near dark with just a tight black jock and socks, having stayed facing the couch with him behind me. He stepped up again and I felt his fur-covered chest press hard up against my back, and a wet, prodding cock push in between my legs, nestling itself between my thighs, slightly forcing my legs apart. God, his ample acorn head felt as amazing as it looked. He wrapped his arms tight around my chest as his beard and lips began nuzzling the back of my neck. "Mmmm, you feel and smell amazing boy. My rock hard cock clearly approves." He kissed my neck, slowly nibbling from side to side, I let my head droop forward as I uttered not a word. His attention was giving my shoulders goosebumps, his hands were playing with my nipples, every now and then subtly pinching them, and I felt the wet tip of his cock ever so slightly thrusting into the back of my nutsack as his head found just that slight opening at the bottom of my jock. He pushed slightly and the tip of his hooded head began to make it a jock for two. My moans could not be misunderstood. "Feel good baby?" Normally "baby" just pisses me off but fuck it, the way I was feeling I couldn't have given a shit. "Oh god yeah, feels so fucking amazing." "Bend forward. I want to taste your hole." I leaned front and propped myself on the back of his couch. He took a step back and I could imagine him smiling at the unsullied pink hole in front of him, the one he would shortly violate, impale, and impregnate. The thought had my rock hard shaft straining painfully against the thin fabric of my jock. His warm breath against my hole gave my knees the sudden shakes. He wrapped his arms around my legs, almost steadying me in place. I heard the sound of him inhaling deeply, and then the wetness of the tip of his tongue touched my skin just below my hole. He licked slowly upward, across my hole, tailing off as he pulled back to dive back in. He repeated his licking motion, slightly harder each time. Soon it wasn't even a licking motion, it was a suctioning as his lips locked around my hole and his tongue began pushing inside. My ass greedily opened for his oral organ. As I moaned in ecstasy. His right hand loosened from around my corresponding leg and reach up to my jock, pulled the pouched upward, slowly releasing first my balls, and then my own leaking hard-on. He let the fabric snap back against my groin, my throbbing member free only for a moment, before his hand slowly wrapped around it and pulled slightly, my foreskin sliding back to reveal half of an angry red head and a pearl or two of precum. I felt a finger touch the tip and swirl around my leaking juices; I throbbed again and a bit more of my man lube oozed out as his tongue pressed deeply into my hole. He continued eating me with vigor, slurping and working my hole hard and deep while he slowly stroked my dick. I had to reach down and grab his hand to stop him; I was getting so close and it was far too soon for me to lose the contents of my own balls. He paused his oral assault, and I felt his shoulder brush my right thigh as his hand switched to his own rigid tool. "Are you ready boy? I'm starting to create a small pool of drool here." Taking another deep breath, I replied "Yes, I want to feel you inside me." He stood back up behind me, and gently pulled me back upright. But this time, as I stood, his well positioned cock head found itself sandwiched between my ass cheeks, just below the entrance to my inner body. Despite my ass feeling incredibly wet from his saliva, I could feel the wetness of his precum as his head slid easily within my crevice, painting my skin with his noxious fluid. He again wrapped his arms around me, his hairy chest again tight against my back as his hood slowed its back and forth until it was right on my hole. He gave a slight push and then it was there; against my hole, almost painfully spreading my cheeks due to its girth, and wet as anything. I knew he was ready to begin his toxic conversion of my young body. But how that painfully large head would make it through my tight ring was enough to give me pause. And then he spoke, almost as if he could read my every inner thought. "Shhh, I'll go slow, but once I start I won't stop until I'm in, and it will hurt as the base of my head finally enters you. But then it will be over and you will feel a pleasure deep inside your body you can't even imagine." And with that I felt him slowly push forward, the tip of his head emerging from under his foreskin as he slowly began to separate my opening, his piss slit ever so slightly entering my chute. His cock flexed and I heard the words that told me there was no looking back. "Mmmm, I just leaked some precum inside you. The start of my toxic seed. I've never taken a pill; there's no regimen for my strain. And there won't be for you anymore, your soft asswalls are already being lined with my death." He pulled back slightly and pushed just a little deeper this time. I knew barely half an inch was inside me, we had just begun. And he pulled back and pushed again, begin a short repeating rhythm. Each time he pushed a little further and my ring separated a bit more. Gradually I felt my hole begin to reach the limit of what it had ever opened to before, and still I knew he barely had half his head in. His rhythm continued each time pushing deeper as we stood there, him holding me tightly. My hole was beginning to feel a slightly painful stretching each time he thrust into by ass, and that pain continued to grow as, with each thrust, more of his massive knob entered me. Involuntarily I began to rise up on the front of my feet, but his bear hug tightened and he pulled me back down onto my flat feet, spreading my hole more than it had ever been before as our opposite motion slammed his head deeper than it had yet been. "Shhhh, we're getting there, don't worry, it will be in soon." My eyes closed and tightened as I tried to ignore what was becoming a significant pain as he pressed even more. A few more thrusts and then he prepared me for what was about to happen, saying "It's time, I'm going inside you now, take a deep breath. It's okay to let out a yell." He withdrew almost completely, and then began his final thrust; he was giving me the final half inch of a nearly two inch head this time. He pushed and slid forward, the stretching beginning one last time. As he again reached my point of discomfort, I tried once more to rise up but he knew I would and held me tightly. The thrust continued and a moan slowly turned into a groan of pain that grew as the pain achieved a level I had never felt. I cried out. "Oh shit, please stop. I can't go any further! It's too much," tears forming and leaking from the corner of my eyes. "Shhh, no stopping, one little last thrust." And with that his hips bucked forward and I screamed out in agony as the base of his head ripped through my opening and my poor, overstretched hole clamped down gratefully on his shaft in relief, no longer past its ripping point. I felt an instant relief from my hole, but a dull ache from my chute as that monster still stretched the soft lining of my rectum. "There we go boy, I'm in. You did it. You have my head inside you, leaking my generous AIDS lube to prepare you for a fuck you'll never forget." My knees, weak and wobbly from his breakthrough, nearly gave out, but somehow his frail body held me in place. Just two inches of head inside me, and another seven inches of shaft behind it, waiting to join its leader in the soft, wet, and warm recesses of a hole that was already doomed. His entrance was complete.

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My Grandad just wanted his cock sucked and my uncle would suck him off till my dad took over as my uncle always seem to be the dominant one. Both my dad and uncle were 6'2" and well built but my uncle took after grandad being about 10 inches uncut where I took after my dad being 8 inches cut. My uncle was 14 when he first fucked my dad who was 10 at the time and my uncles 2 boys were uncut but only about 8 inches but my uncle used to bring them over and take turns using my dads ass or mine before my uncle would plow my dad with my cousins cheering him on like "Fuck him hard dad" or "Make him grown dad" They used to use dad for what ever or wherever they wanted just like dad would use me when we were alone and even though dad would use my throat for quickies, he preferred that I would fuck him if time allowed or have me watch as guys took turns using his ass in parks or bar parking lots. As much as we played in groups, my favorite times were being held in dads arms with him nuzzling my neck with his 5'oclock shadow and then fucking me and falling asleep with his cock in my ass and then waking up in the morning and sucking his cock and drinking his morning piss. I have sucked a lot of guys off and drink a lot of piss over the years but there is nothing like the taste of your own dads juices.

Chapter 5: Heavy Lifting and Loading The next day, by eleven in the morning or so, the entire party was to be seen on the deck area around the enormous free-form pool, or on the adjacent beach. Swimming in the pool and the ocean alternated with lazing in the sun. Hectic pool games alternated with snoozing and some cuddling on the double-size loungers. What might surprise a normal observer of gay resort life was the near-total absence of any groping, grab-ass, serious making out, hands inside swimsuits, and so on. Everyone was already feeling tired, and everyone knew that more recovery time was essential if they were going to make it through the week without completely going to pieces. Off to one side, Farouk and Thor were putting their heads together again, comparing notes, and sharing feelings. “I just don’t know if I have the energy to go through with this for a whole week.” “Farouk, you need to stop worrying about it. Have more faith in yourself.” “It’s not just physical stamina I’m worried about. Emotional. I’m realizing that I really want to meet that special someone and settle down. A life of endless hook-ups with random strangers just isn’t working for me like it did when I was twenty.” “I’m not with you on getting to that point – well, not yet anyway. But what I do know is that you need money to live, and we are getting pretty well compensated here.” Even as he said it, another one of the older men sauntered by, dropping envelopes on the foot end of each of their loungers. They called out their thanks and then opened the envelopes – and found a token for “US$100” in each one. “Like I said….” Thor’s perfect comic timing made Farouk laugh, and Thor joined him. “I don’t know, Thor, I didn’t really consider the possibilities of going husband hunting while we were here, but now that I think of it….” They both laughed again and then ordered more drinks and some snacks from the next waiter who came by. Later on, they joined in a rowdy game of volleyball at one end of the serpentine main pool, although they played on opposing teams. And then, as the clock approached the magic hour of 5:00, they walked off together towards the special rooms, having found that they were located just two doors apart. Their departure was watched carefully by several of the older men. There were a few people among those present who had seen these two young men settling onto two side by side loungers once again and had begun to wonder if Thor and Farouk were a couple or perhaps were drifting towards becoming one. Lars was one of them. This was not a development which he had foreseen, or he never would have followed through with bringing Thor for this Christmas week. Before leaving the terrace himself, Lars had a few quiet words with the Club Governor who nodded in agreement, then signaled for his personal assistant and gave him some concise instructions. By 5:00, Thor was ready to roll again, lying on his bed naked with his cock jutting up into the air above him. Right on the dot, his door opened and closed and in walked a man he hadn’t met before. In fact, this man was a stranger who had just arrived, as Thor would certainly have noticed him earlier. This man, perhaps age 40, was a good solid 5 inches taller than anyone else Thor had seen yet on this holiday. Not just tall, he also had a beefy, muscular build, well shown off by his fitted tee shirt and tight compression shorts. To make sure that Thor didn’t miss the point, his visitor grabbed the bulge in his shorts, giving it a firm squeeze and then eyeing Thor in a manner that indicated not suggestion or enticement but command. Thor began to scramble back to his feet, but before he could get off the bed this dominant man leaped on top of him like a stalking leopard, pinning him down, and proceeding to grind his bulging basket against Thor’s rigid cock. He then kept Thor pinned down with a hand to the chest while he used the other hand to yank down his own tight shorts, letting free a cock which was already up to eight inches and plainly still growing. “Now, suck!” Commanding, demanding, the first words he had spoken came out in a deep, heavily accented voice which made it plain who was in charge here. Thor got the message at once. “Yes, sir.” He quickly got the head into his mouth and began working on it. The man holding him down smiled a little. “Good boy.” When Thor took too long at drawing more of the huge tool into his mouth, he earned a sharp smack on the cheek. “Deeper, now!” He coughed the thick, blunt end out. “Yes, sir.” Then he dived right back on it, going deeper, or at least trying to. Thor wished he’d taken some time to practice on his Official Rod Rammer Dildo (“Modelled From the Actual Erect Cock of the Famous Adult Film Star!”), to loosen his throat more. He was struggling as he hadn’t struggled since he was a total novice. “Deeper, boy.” The merciless hands grabbed the back of his head and forced him to go farther down. Thor had thought he’d gone as far as he could, but he now found he’d been wrong. He kept struggling to breathe as those strong hands refused to relax their grip, pushing him forwards and downwards onto the man’s tool, which was now past ten inches long, still growing, and getting harder with it. Thor gagged again, pushing the man away, but almost before he could get a breath in, let alone two or three, the hands were forcing him back to his task. “Suck me, boy. Take it all!” “Yes, sir.” Thor made another valiant attempt to swallow the huge intruder. By now his throat was aching, his eyes were watering, but he managed to get another inch farther down. He was only about an inch and a half away from burying his nose in the guy’s bush. The intoxicating scent of natural man in his nose somehow loosened his throat muscles and he dropped down that last short distance, hitting the bottom at last. His relentless dominator actually purred at the sensation. “Ahhh. Good boy.” Then he began pumping. Pulling out and then thrusting back in and down, this giant fucked Thor’s face without mercy, driving and pounding until Thor had tears streaming out of his eyes. He knew that this was how he was going to take the first load of the day – the steadily rising grunts and growls from the top guy made that obvious – and he hoped the man would cum soon. He did his best to work his aching mouth and throat around that enormous tool. It was working, The sounds were getting louder, the strokes were getting faster, the man’s breathing was getting more and more irregular. Then he emitted a loud roar, thrusting all the way down Thor’s throat again as the floodgates opened and multiple pulses of semen jetted out, one after the other. It was all Thor could do to hang on for the ride. Finally, he pulled back, That enormous dick slid out of Thor’s mouth, and the man wiped the remaining sperm on and around the tip across Thor’s cheek. “Gooood Boyyyy….” This time it really was a cat’s purr of contentment, long and low, rumbling out with a note of warm satisfaction. “Thank you, sir.” Thor managed to speak the words between bursts of choking and spasms of coughing as he struggled to swallow the whole enormous load. He figured that this man must have shot off three times as much as a normal top, and he realized ruefully that he was probably going to be in for a prolonged round of bathroom visits tomorrow morning, a usual penalty for him after enjoying a binge of sucking and swallowing. The giant top man rolled off Thor and laid down beside him, drawing him close. Thor felt like a small child in the embrace of this enormous man. Very much to his surprise, this big dominant top man now switched modes, going in for a prolonged and enjoyable bout of easy kissing, warm snuggling, and gentle caressing. After a time, though, that gigantic cock began refilling for another round. “You have toy?” “Right here.” Thor scrambled off the bed, opened his bag, and came back with the Official Rod Rammer. His partner recognized it at once. “Rod Rammer! Very hot man. Very nice fun boy too.” It took a second for Thor to process that one, but when he did his eyebrows shot up in shock. “You fucked Rod Rammer???” “He like big dick in his ass. Very much he like. I give him plenty. You like too?” Thor was still struggling to wrap his mind around the image of Rod Rammer, the top’s top of all time in gay porn, taking this monster cock into his hole and actually enjoying it. But he managed to squeak out a reply. “Yes!” “Good boy. We use toy first, open you up.” Thor took the hint, rolling onto his face and thrusting his hips up, then sliding a pillow underneath to hold his ass up high. Behind him, he heard the slurp as the pump on the bedside table delivered a squirt of lube on demand. Then the cool touch of the liquid in his crack, the spreading of lube across his hole, and the blunt finger gently penetrating him. He was grateful that it was gentle. The finger moved farther in, twisting and flexing as he worked to relax, to open, to prepare for what was coming next. Another slurping sound and he could hear the hand sliding up and down the dildo, spreading the slick lotion all around the shaft and over the tip. Then he felt the tip resting against his hole. He took a deep breath, huffed it out, pushed out with his hole, and the lips opened, the tip lodged inside. Thor was ready. Relaxed and ready. He worked backwards and swallowed the first five inches of the toy into his ass. “Good boy.” The tone was quieter than before, almost friendly, Thor thought. He swung his head around and looked back. Just as he did, he felt a big paw caressing his ass cheek. Then he saw this aggressive giant smiling back at him as he slowly rotated the toy, pushing and pulling it in and out of Thor’s ass. Thor moaned his approval and loosened some more. Another inch vanished inside him. Thor had a sudden surprising thought. This guy’s making me feel totally safe, in a way I’ve never felt before. Is this the same unpredictable volcano-ready-to-erupt that came into my room a while ago? He moaned again. “Good boy. You like?” On a sudden inspiration from nowhere in particular, Thor replied. “Yes, Daddy.” His partner’s face blossomed into an ear-splitting grin, and Thor realized that he had just pushed the magic button. This guy’s main turn-on was the daddy scene, and Thor had stumbled right into it without even being told. The dildo continued stroking in and out of Thor’s ass, moving smoothly and without haste. It kept brushing up against Thor’s gland every few strokes – just enough to keep him well revved up. “You take mine now?” “Yes. I’m ready now, Daddy. I want yours inside me.” The dildo slowly slid out. Two huge hands fastened onto his waist, pulling him upright. Then this huge man, this daddybear out of a porn wet dream, laid down beside him on his back. He smiled warmly at Thor and gestured at that killer cock, standing bolt upright out of a forest of hair. “My good boy. You ride me now.” Thor did his best. Even with the preparation, and even though he was willing to give it his all, he struggled to get past the first bit. The head, yes. But after that, the shaft got wider and his hole was stretching and straining to get past that wider bit. At last he managed it. Now he was able to slide a bit farther down. He had about half of it inside him. “You like?” “It hurts, Daddy – but I want it.” Thor could feel his various internal functions struggling to get out of the way of this tree trunk. He pushed. Another inch vanished inside. He had to bite his tongue to avoid laughing at the sudden image of Farouk trying to fight this giant off so he could stick to his top-only role. Another inch went into him. “You okay, boy?” “I’m getting there.” Thor’s face was contorted with the effort he was making but he was rewarded with another inch. He was about two thirds of the way there, but the rest just wasn’t going to go in without some more active persuasion. It was time to start riding. Thor drew up slowly until he had just the head gripped in his ass lips. Then down. Another struggle to get past the thick part. Up. Down. It was getting a bit easier now. His hole was growing accustomed to the thick part, and he was now able to slide past it either up or down with less effort. His giant companion’s face was wreathed in a blissful smile. Thor knew he had to try even more. He reached the bottom, moving faster, and was rewarded with another inch and a half. Now it felt like a log had been jammed into his ass. He ran a hand down his belly and felt the unmistakable sensation of that massive tool poking into his abdominal wall from the inside. And he still didn’t have all of it in him. He changed the arch of his back a bit, pushed down still more, and there he was – completely impaled on the biggest damn cock he’d ever seen in his life. And he was still moving, despite the pain and the strain. Now his ass was smacking down onto the man’s body with every move. “Good boy. Now we fuck. Turn.” With one huge meaty paw guiding him, Thor pivoted around that door post inside him. Then the giant wrapped his arms around Thor, lifted forward and stood up. Thor was hanging in the air, how far off the floor he couldn’t guess, but those huge muscular arms weren’t letting him go anywhere. His partner was guiding him to ride, and he did. Slowly at first, then faster, until he was bouncing up and down on that enormous dick, arms around the man’s neck, legs flopping free in the air. This would be the greatest porn fuck scene of all time if a camera caught it, Thor thought. “You want cum, boy?” “Fuck, yes, Daddy. Cum in my ass!” He bounced a few more times and then the giant forced him down all the way onto that massive tool and held him there, roaring and grunting. Thor couldn’t have worked his ass muscles to save his soul, but he didn’t need to do that. He could feel that huge log contracting and pulsing inside his body and knew he was getting filled up with a load for the ages. At last, the waves of orgasm ebbed away, and his partner let him down onto the bed. Thor was gasping for air as if he had done all the work himself. “Gooood boyyyy.” The purring cat had returned. They were lying on their sides now, facing each other. The gigantic tool was still embedded deep in Thor’s body and showed no sign of shrinking at all. But its owner caressed and kissed him gently, and Thor responded in kind. “That was amazing, Daddy. Thank you.” After they’d been making out for ten minutes or so, still firmly connected together, Thor guessed that he was still going to get more. “I give you more?” “Yes, Daddy. It’s your pussy, use it.” And the action began again. This time, they remained on the bed, with the huge top man pinning Thor down to the mattress. The only switch came when he pulled out long enough to roll Thor onto his face and then worked that girder back into his boy’s hole. Thor was feeling the strain. It was a peak level experience, no question, but he was definitely feeling the strain. He lay there, moaning and whimpering, beaten into submission at last. And that giant cock kept right on plundering his ass pussy, on and on – until, finally, the enormous tool convulsed and blew out another epic load of sperm, sperm which in moments was squeezing out of Thor’s tortured hole around the huge shaft that was still twitching and pumping deep inside him. It ended at last. That enormous cock gradually softened, and Thor’s ass was able to squeeze it out, although it would take a few minutes for that wide-open gape to close up again. A slow cascade of two giant economy sized loads of spooge oozed out of the cave and drooled slowly down Thor’s taint and onto the bed covers. His enormous daddy leaned down and slowly, meticulously licked up all of the wayward sperm, and then he rolled Thor over and kissed him, exchanging those two immense loads with his boy. “That my good boy.” “Thank you, Daddy.” They took a lengthy shower together, carefully cleaning and soaping each other, and then rinsing each other off and toweling each other dry. Then that giant top man pulled his clothes on, tucking his pride and joy carefully back into his compression shorts. Thor slipped on his own shorts and, as the chime rang for dinner, they headed out to the dining room together. During the meal, Lars dropped by and asked Thor to step away from the table for a moment. Taking him over to the wall, Lars asked, “What did you do with Dimitar? I sat with him at dinner and he couldn’t stop talking about his ‘good boy’ and what a wonderful time he had. I asked him to point you out.” “I took all of his cock in my mouth, and then in my ass. And he came 3 times, 1 mouth and 2 ass, just for the record.” “Well, that’s not nothing. Each year, there’s maybe one apprentice who can take his whole cock one way or the other. But I’ve never seen him looking so happy, and I’ve known him for years.” Thor thought back over the afternoon, and then it hit him. “Oh, right. And I called him ‘Daddy’.” “Is that so? Very interesting. So that’s his scene. That must be it. He couldn’t stop talking about you until one of the others asked to change the subject. You really made a big impression on him.” “That’s good to know. He sure as hell made a big impression on me.” “I can imagine,” Lars replied in a dry tone. After dinner, Dimitar met Thor at the door to walk him back to his room. When they got there, Dimitar wrapped Thor in his big arms, kissed him some more, and then asked, “You sleep with me tonight?” Thor’s hand instinctively went down to feel his very sore ass. “I don’t know….” “Okay, no more play. I want to sleep with my good boy. See you look at me when I wake up.” Thor made up his mind. “Yes. I will sleep with you for tonight.” “I come back for you at midnight.” He kissed Thor again and left. Thor took some more time to clean himself up, and to apply some soothing ointment to his aching fuckhole. He made a private vow that he was definitely not going to bottom again for at least two days. He hoped that whoever was coming in for the evening wasn’t planning on fucking ass. But nobody came for about half an hour. Thor wondered if this was normal. Then, a few minutes after ten, the door opened. He looked up in surprise when Dimitar walked in again, along with the executive assistant to the Governor. It was the assistant who spoke. “None of the other members are coming in tonight, Thor. Dimitar spoke to me, and I am releasing you for the rest of the evening. Use your extra rest time well.” “Thank you, sir.” The executive assistant left. Thor pulled his things together, and as he did, he asked Dimitar a question. “Is this usual? I mean, nobody coming in for the evening.” “It happen. The old men, not get hard so easy as young boy like you.” “Is that all?” Thor’s voice took on a slightly stern note. He was remembering what Lars had told him at dinner. Dimitar’s face flushed into the endearing look of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I maybe tell some of them to see other boys now. Your ass need rest.” Thor laughed and Dimitar joined in. He wrapped his big arm around Thor, drawing him close to his side, and they walked out of the room and down the hall to the guest suites wing, with Thor resting his head contentedly on his daddy’s shoulder. He was thinking of the token for five thousand Euros which he’d found in his toiletry bag, but also of the feeling of comfort and safety that had come to him in the afternoon. They walked into Dimitar’s suite on the top floor – one of the extra-large suites with the best view of the ocean. There weren’t many personal possessions around, though, and Thor deduced that Dimitar had not only arrived late but also had not sponsored an apprentice. He stood at the window, admiring the view of the moonlight sparkling across the water. Dimitar walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around Thor. They stood like that for a few minutes, and then Dimitar said, “Come. We get in bed now. We tire each other out today. Sleep now.” Thor turned back towards the bed, peeling his clothes off. He hesitated for a moment when he got down to his jockstrap, then slid that off too. His daddy was already in bed, enjoying the view. Thor slid down under the covers, and Dimitar smuggled him close. Thor cuddled right up to the big man, draping an arm over his chest as he curled up, resting his head in the crook of Dimitar’s broad shoulder and brawny arm. Thor’s sleepy mind summed up his day and its ending. I think I need more of this in my life – not just sex and partying, but this kind of closeness and this feeling of safety. They soon fell asleep like that, and both of them slept a long sleep of deep contentment. Thor awoke as the sunrise splashed around the edges of the blackout curtains. He slipped out of Dimitar’s embrace, got up, pulled on his shorts, and slid between the curtains, opening the door to step out on the balcony in the fresh morning air. A perfect morning to just stand here and drink it all in – this entire incredible experience. Ten minutes later, Thor was relaxing in one of the chairs on the balcony when the door opened again, and Dimitar stepped out, carrying two cups of steaming hot coffee. As he put the cups down on the table, Thor stood up and then embraced him while they kissed in the morning light. “Good morning, Daddy.” “Good morning, beautiful boy.” “Thank you for the coffee.” They sat side by side, sipping the coffee and each immersed in his thoughts. Despite being still completely worn out by the ace in his hole yesterday, Thor couldn’t stop glancing at the monster inside the front of Dimitar’s boxers. Even relaxed, it made a more than impressive bulge. Dimitar noticed. “You like, boy?” “I like, but there’s no way I can take it again after yesterday.” Dimitar smiled shyly. In a hesitant voice, he asked, “You do… something else for me?” “What would you like?” “I not do it often but… you fuck me?” Thor couldn’t conceal his astonishment. But when he looked at this big man with the pleading, puppy-dog eyes, he simply couldn’t resist. Nor could his cock, which was rapidly swelling up in the front of his shorts. Without a word, he stood up, took Dimitar’s hand, and led him inside. He pushed the big guy face down over the edge of the bed, then peeled down his boxers and buried his face in Dimitar’s deep crack. At the same time, he wiggled his own shorts down and off. In no time, he had his tongue probing into his daddy’s hole, digging right into the biggest ass he had ever eaten. Twin mounds of solid glute muscles were squeezing his head on either side, but he was getting there, his tongue was hitting the surface, it was delving down into the musky hole. His hands struggled to grip the asscheeks, but he couldn’t even dig into the solid muscular hardness. Thor let one hand wander down below his busy mouth, down into the canyon between the massive thighs, until he found something else that was hard. He wrapped his hand as far around Dimitar’s dick as he could get, feeling it pulsing under his touch while his tongue drove further into the tight manhole. Dimitar moaned and groaned his loud approval. Thor withdrew his tongue, replacing it with a probing finger that got inside the tight hole, feeling the muscles clamp down hard on him. As Dimitar kept moaning, Thor finger-fucked him, eventually adding a second finger to loosen the hole even more. As he kept working his hand in and out, he leaned down and murmured, “Ready for your boy’s cock inside you, Daddy?” “Yes, yes! Give me cock, boy! Want it in me!” Thor moved up over that muscled ass and planted the tip of his cock against Dimitar’s hole. He began pushing, and the hole opened and let the head in, then clamped down again. “Loosen up, Daddy. Just relax. Relax so your boy can make you feel good.” All the time, he kept the pressure on, steadily leaning down and forward. After a few minutes, he had sunk all the way inside the burly man under him, his hips pressed down right against his daddy’s muscular butt. “I’m all the way in you now, Daddy. You’ve taken my entire cock.” “Good boy. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard!” Thor took him at his word. Even though his cock felt like it was trapped inside a virgin ass, its owner had made clear what he wanted and there was no real hint of rejection or struggle, just some very tight and hard-working muscles controlling the hole. Thor had to add some extra lube because of that iron grip, but he enjoyed the next ten minutes as he had rarely enjoyed fucking an ass before. The snug fit and hard stroking of his daddy’s ass muscles were part of it, but so was the feeling of gratitude for the chance to give this generous man something he really wanted. “That’s my good daddy, taking his boy’s cock so well.” “You wonderful boy, fuck me great. Go harder.” Thor ratcheted up the speed and started slamming in harder and harder. “Yes! Yes” “Fuck… fuck… that’s so good. Fuck, Daddy… I’m getting close…” “Yes, boy! Fuck Daddy deep, hard. Want your cum!” “Gonna give it to you… fill you right up… fuck, Daddy, I’m… fucking cumming!” “Cum in me!” Thor felt his cock swelling and let out an inarticulate roar as his tool convulsed, flooding Dimitar’s deep hole with a sudden explosion of sperm. “Yes! Yes! Give to me, boy!” Suddenly the hole seized his dick in a death grip. He had to stop fucking because he couldn’t have moved if he tried. Below him, Dimitar was convulsing, his cock exploding all over the bed underneath them. As his orgasm ebbed away, and the vise-like hold on Thor’s cock relaxed, he started stroking again and in a matter of ten seconds or so pumped out the rest of his load, the part that had been choked off and held back when Dimitar hit his orgasm. Thor suddenly felt weak in the knees. He slowly pulled out and then fell on the bed beside Dimitar, eyes closed, sucking great lungfuls of air. Then he felt the giant hands taking hold of his face and opened his eyes. Dimitar was smiling down at him, an angelic smile. “Thank you for fuck me so good. You my wonderful boy.” They kissed and cuddled for a while longer, and then got up and showered together, helping each other with cleaning off all the evidence. When they were dressed and ready to go down for breakfast, Dimitar stopped Thor, looking him in the eye. “You my wonderful boy. I give you special present.” He pressed something into Thor’s hand. Thor looked at it. A token for ten thousand euros. “No, it’s too much.” “Take, boy. You earn. You take my cock, you give me yours. You make me happy, call me Daddy. Special, beautiful boy. You take.” With his big hand, he curled Thor’s fingers gently around the token. “Thank you.” “I see you again some day.” Thor didn’t even have to think twice. “I hope so.” A last embrace and kiss, and they headed down to breakfast. Thor headed back to his suite with Lars after eating, to change for the pool and to stow the token away safely. Lars caught him as he stepped out of the shower. “So, you spent the night with him.” Thor nodded happily. “Good for you. He’s generous. But I don’t like that smile on your face. Trust me, this isn’t the time or place to fall in love.” Thor laughed. “No need to fuss, Lars. It was special, but it wasn’t love. Something else, I’m not sure how to describe it.” Later in the day, though, as he drifted in the pool on a floating chair, Thor figured it out. It wasn’t love they’d exchanged. It was understanding. Each of them had found and realized an essential part of the other, recognized it, and honored it. They had each reached out and touched some need in the other, a need usually hidden deep inside. As it happened, they didn’t meet again during that Christmas week. Both of them were too busy playing the field. In the many years that lay ahead, though, a night or weekend spent together became a regular feature of each winter, a highlight in the year-end holidays for both Thor and Dimitar. It was a chance to catch up, to share experiences, and to rekindle that special and never-failing bond of understanding and closeness between them.

For me is nice hairy pits … the hairier the better…. Especially if he has dark hair so it shows up more …. A guy in a tank top … his arms down and you can still see a few whisps of his pit hair sticking out. …. Or he moves and you just get a glimpse of it …. I just want to burry my face in there.

Nipples - my tits clamped and worked; hairy chests - oink

Hot abs

Lips. Big wide lips. It's why I love to kiss.

I did some research in to the evolution of sites. Broken out by "Period" the below describes the various phases of the evolution of the ways gay men in the US have connected and met each other, and the technology evolutions that came with them. Tomorrow, I have some interesting information about some of the trends ya'll noticed (flakes/spam/etc.) impacting the efficacy of the sites! 🙂 History and Timeline of Gay Men's Online Dating and Hookup Culture in the United States PERIOD: Pre-1960s (Sickness Era) Key Trends and Tactics • Secret meetings in hidden spaces • Subtle signals like eye contact or coded language • Cruising in public areas Description Homosexuality was illegal and pathologized in the US, leading to high risks of arrest or violence. Gay men often met discreetly in speakeasies, basements, or behind fake walls in bars. Tactics included "cruising" (seeking anonymous encounters) in parks, restrooms, or theaters, using nonverbal cues to avoid detection. This era emphasized secrecy and community networks for safety. Platforms/Tools • No formal platforms • Reliance on word-of-mouth • Underground bars • Public spaces (e.g., Central Park in NYC, public restrooms known as "tearooms") End User Feedback • High risk of raids and arrests created constant fear, but essential for any connection in a stigmatized era • Subtle signals like eye contact or accessories (e.g., green carnation) were effective but nerve-wracking due to potential violence or rejection • Provided thrilling, semi-anonymous encounters, fostering a sense of community despite dangers PERIOD: 1960s-1970s (Liberation Era) Key Trends and Tactics • Emergence of visible gay spaces • Cruising in bars, bathhouses, and outdoors • Use of hankie codes for signaling interests Description Post-Stonewall (1969 riots), gay liberation movements increased visibility, though sodomy laws persisted until later. Tactics shifted to more open socializing in gay bars and clubs, with casual hookups in bathhouses or parks ("bushes"). The 1970s saw an explosion in cruising culture, including anonymous sex parties and signals like colored handkerchiefs (hankie code) to indicate preferences. AIDS fears began emerging late in the decade, tempering some activities. Platforms/Tools • Gay bars (e.g., Stonewall Inn) • Bathhouses (e.g., Continental Baths in NYC) • Cruising spots (e.g., parks, beaches) • Personal ads in underground newsletters or magazines End User Feedback • Bathhouses offered discreet, exciting spaces for orgies and liberation, feeling like a "rite of passage" with fond memories of freedom pre-AIDS • Bars and cruising spots built community and solidarity, but police raids remained a constant threat • Hankie code was clever for signaling preferences, but some wished for safer, less clandestine options PERIOD: 1980s (AIDS Era Begins) Key Trends and Tactics • Continued cruising but with caution • Personal ads in print media • Hidden speakeasies persisted in conservative areas Description The AIDS epidemic (starting 1981) hindered mainstream hookup culture but didn't stop it; many shifted to safer, more private connections. Tactics included ads seeking "houseboys" or partners, and cruising in bars or outdoors, though fear reduced participation. Gay men built solidarity through community support. Decriminalization in some states encouraged openness. Platforms/Tools • Print ads in magazines (e.g., Advocate) • Early Bulletin Board Systems (BBS) like Backroom for dial-up connections (late 1980s) End User Feedback • Personal ads were discreet and led to meaningful connections via letters, but slow and hit-or-miss with negative language or restrictions in some papers • Allowed covert meetings amid stigma, but users wished for faster, less risky alternatives • Early BBS offered privacy, but limited access and tech barriers frustrated users PERIOD: 1990s (Early Internet Era) Key Trends and Tactics • Dial-up online chats • Personal ads evolve to digital • Group chats leading to private meetups Description Internet access grew (from ~2.4% in 1994), enabling anonymous online connections amid ongoing stigma. Tactics involved banal banter in chat rooms to gauge interest before private messaging or in-person meets. AIDS awareness promoted safer sex discussions. Gay men adopted tech early for solidarity during the crisis. Platforms/Tools • BBS like Gay.Net (1993) • AOL gay chat rooms • Websites like Gay.com (1994) • Gaydar (1999) End User Feedback • AOL chats (GayOL) were revolutionary for community and cybersex, with nostalgic fondness for word-based interactions • Gay.com fun for hookups, fewer fakes initially, but some miss the thrill; great for teens seeking non-sexual support • Dial-up glitches annoying, but privacy and 24/7 access transformative PERIOD: 2000s (Web 2.0 and Mobile Shift) Key Trends and Tactics • Profile-based websites • Emphasis on photos and quick messaging • Home-based browsing over in-person scouting Description Broadband internet made sites more interactive. Tactics focused on "new message" alerts for efficiency, reducing time in bars. Sites catered to hookups with minimal text. The Lawrence v. Texas ruling (2003) decriminalized sodomy nationwide, boosting openness. Apps began emerging late in the decade. Platforms/Tools • Websites like Manhunt.net • Adam4Adam.com • PlanetRomeo (2002) • OkCupid (2004, queer-friendly) • Early mobile app Grindr (2009, geolocation-based) End User Feedback • Manhunt efficient for quick, targeted hookups; photo-based shift convenient but led to more superficial judgments • Adam4Adam free and straightforward, but scammers and fakes became issues; users appreciated specificity in profiles • Better than bars for efficiency, but some wished for less anonymity to reduce flakes PERIOD: 2010s (App Dominance and Equality Era) Key Trends and Tactics • Geolocation apps for instant nearby connections • "Less is more" profiles (photo + distance) • Integration with social media Description Smartphone proliferation transformed hookups to on-the-go. Tactics: Quick swipes or taps for matches, often leading to immediate meets. Marriage equality (2015) normalized dating, but apps emphasized casual sex. Concerns arose over app addiction and safety. Platforms/Tools • Apps like Scruff (2010) • Jack'd • Hornet • Tinder (2012, popular among gay users) • Grindr's growth (10,000 downloads overnight post-launch) End User Feedback • Grindr instant and convenient for meets, but addictive and glitchy; users missed deeper connections • Scruff safer, friendlier for "real men," with better filters; preferred over Grindr for masculine types • Overall, easier but less personal; some wished for fewer fakes and more safety features PERIOD: 2020s (Modern Hybrid Era) Key Trends and Tactics • App-based with AI/matching algorithms • Return to in-person events post-COVID • Focus on diverse identities and safety features Description Pandemic accelerated app use but sparked fatigue; tactics blend digital screening with real-world meets. Apps now include video chats and health badges (e.g., HIV status). Broader acceptance allows integration with mainstream social media, though cruising persists in niche forms. Platforms/Tools • Apps like Sniffies (2019, map-based) • Grindr/Scruff updates • Mainstream like Tinder/Bumble with queer filters • Social platforms (e.g., Instagram, TikTok) for indirect connections End User Feedback • Sniffies direct and efficient for quick sex, no small talk; better than Grindr, with anonymous cruising appeal • Grindr updates frustrating with ads, bots, glitches; users fleeing to alternatives like Sniffies/Scruff • Scruff reliable, cheaper, functional; great for community and real connections • Post-COVID fatigue; wish for better safety and less scams SOURCES Pre-1960s (Sickness Era) and early cruising history: · George Chauncey's Gay New York: Gender, Urban Culture, and the Making of the Gay Male World, 1890-1940 (1994 book, foundational for public cruising spots like Central Park's "Fruited Plain") — [think before following links] https://www.supersummary.com/gay-new-york/summary/ or [think before following links] https://search.worldcat.org/title/Gay-New-York-:-gender-urban-culture-and-the-makings-of-the-gay-male-world-1890-1940/oclc/29877871 · Brian Gerald Murphy's "A Brief History of Gay Cruising" (covers raids, molly houses, and pre-internet tactics) — [think before following links] https://www.briangerald.com/history-gay-cruising · Bearwww blog: "Gay Cruising: From Clandestine Origins to the Digital Era" (discusses molly houses, public spaces, and early risks) — [think before following links] https://www.bearwww.com/blog/gay-cruising-history-renaissance-to-digital-era · Them.us: "Gay Cruising 101: What It Is, Where It Comes From, and How to Do It" (details historical spots like Central Park, waterfronts, and nonverbal cues) — [think before following links] https://www.them.us/story/gay-cruising-101-what-it-is-where-it-comes-from-and-how-to-do-it · Atlas Obscura: "The Rise and Fall of Cruisingforsex.com, a Digital Atlas of Casual Encounters" (contrasts pre-internet reliance on gossip/luck with digital shifts) — [think before following links] https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/the-rise-and-fall-of-cruisingforsexcom-a-digital-atlas-of-casual-sex 1960s-1970s (Liberation Era), bathhouses, hankie code, and Stonewall: · Them.us articles on the hanky code and leather/BDSM scenes (origins in 1970s San Francisco/LA leather communities) — related coverage in [think before following links] https://www.them.us/story/what-is-the-hanky-code-gay-flagging (cross-referenced) · Agnes & Edie: "How To Flag - The Hanky Code Explained" (history from 1970s guides like Bob Damron’s Address Book and Drummer magazine) — [think before following links] https://agnesandedie.com/blogs/news/how-to-flag-the-hanky-code-explained · Queerty: "Bathhouses And Beyond: A Brief History Of Gay Cruising" (covers 1950s-1970s bathhouses, raids like 1903 Ariston Hotel, and post-Stonewall explosion) — [think before following links] https://www.queerty.com/bathhouses-and-beyond-a-brief-history-of-gay-cruising-20140821 · Allan Bérubé's "The History of Gay Bathhouses" (2003, evolution from Turkish/Russian baths to gay-specific venues in the 1950s-1970s) — [think before following links] https://www.researchgate.net/publication/10577680_The_History_of_Gay_Bathhouses or PDF at [think before following links] https://johnkamys.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/the-history-of-gay-bathhouses.pdf 1980s (AIDS Era Begins) and impact on culture: · Various historical overviews on AIDS stigma, fear reducing public sex venues, and community solidarity (e.g., from UN Chronicle, SF LGBT Center; no direct British Academy match found, but aligned with broader epidemic retrospectives) · NIH/PMC articles and retrospectives on gay men's internet use (1990s-2013, noting caution in cruising and shift to private/safer connections) 1990s (Early Internet Era), AOL, Gay.com, BBS: · Out South Florida: "The Evolution of LGBTQ Online Dating" (Gay.Net 1993 BBS, AOL "GayOL" chat rooms, Gay.com 1994, Gaydar 1999) — [think before following links] https://outsfl.com/history/the-evolution-of-lgbtq-online-dating · PG Dating Pro: "LGBTQ+ online dating: a historical overview" (BBSs, AOL gay chat rooms, Gaydar launch) — [think before following links] https://www.datingpro.com/blog/lgbtq-online-dating-a-historical-overview · Queerty and Vice nostalgic pieces on pre-Grindr online cruising (AOL, Gay.com, Yahoo Messenger) — e.g., [think before following links] https://www.queerty.com/memory-lane-look-back-online-cruising-age-grindr-20170527 · Slate: "When AOL was GayOL" (dial-up chats, anonymity, and community building amid stigma) — referenced in multiple sources like [think before following links] https://outsfl.com/history/the-evolution-of-lgbtq-online-dating 2000s (Web 2.0 and Mobile Shift), Manhunt, Adam4Adam, early Grindr: · IN Magazine: "A History Of Hooking Up" (Manhunt.net, Adam4Adam, PlanetRomeo 2002, shift to profile-based sites post-Lawrence v. Texas 2003) — [think before following links] https://inmagazine.ca/2019/11/a-history-of-hooking-up · NIH/PMC: "Dating in Motion" (generational use of sites like Gaydar/PlanetRomeo, transition to geolocation) · Guardian oral histories and pieces on Manhunt, Adam4Adam as key hookup platforms before apps 2010s (App Dominance) and 2020s (Modern Era), Grindr, Scruff, Sniffies: · The Guardian: "'There's a gay bar in my pocket!': how 15 years of Grindr has affected gay communities and dating culture" (Grindr 2009 launch impact, Scruff 2010, Hornet, Sniffies 2019 map-based) — [think before following links] https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2024/mar/25/theres-a-gay-bar-in-my-pocket-how-15-years-of-grindr-has-affected-gay-communities-and-dating-culture · Wikipedia and DatingNews.com timelines (Grindr launch, growth, updates) · Multiple Reddit threads (e.g., r/grindr, r/AskGaybrosOver30, r/Sniffies; 2017-2025) for authentic user feedback on efficacy, glitches, ads, fakes, preferences (e.g., Sniffies for quick/anonymous, Scruff for reliability/community, Grindr frustrations) General user feedback across eras: · Aggregated from Reddit discussions (nostalgic views on bathhouses as "rite of passage," complaints about modern apps like addiction/superficiality/paywalls, praises for efficiency/privacy in digital shifts) — sourced via community forums like r/grindr and r/AskGaybrosOver30

[think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/muscle-cumdump-gangfucked-by-bbc-and-nasty-anon-cocks/ Found this recently and holy fuck is it hot and nasty! Anyone know who is the guy doing all the talking? And how can I get an invite?

Playing at bath houses and getting Sti’s are really common. I have a friend that does testing at the bath houses and says they are filled with bugs. He is also poz and got it at the bath house. He has never once advocated for condoms. Chalk it up to men will be men.

I got up to use the bathroom. I probably drank too much beer, this always happens. It's just after 2:30am and I was still buzzing from all the beers and shots I took at the bar. I finished using the bathroom and heard moaning. I walked to Rick's bedroom and his door was open. I peeked inside slightly so I wasn't seen. He was on his couch watching gay porn on his TV stroking his cock. It was a young guy about my age and same body type on the bottom and an older guy around Rick's age on the top fucking the boy. The bottom boy was moaning and the top guy had a huge cock. The guy on the bottom was moaning from being slowly fucked by the hung guy on the top. It was strangely erotic. I didn't know why. I wasn't gay. I just fucked my gf earlier today. "How was your evening with Jane", Rick said I thought should I turn around. I decided to go in. "It was fine", I said "Come and sit with me. I could use the company", Rick said I walked in side and his eyes affixed on my body. "God your beautiful and I love your outfit" Rick said devouring my body with his eyes. "Thank you. Sorry my usual clothes and underwear are dirty. And oh crap sorry I am in my underwear. I should put some shorts on" I said pulling down my shirt and started to turn around. "Don't apologize, I saw you in your swimsuit and we swam naked yesterday. It's cool. Just two guys hanging out", Rick said "Its okay just sit down and relax" Rick said I obliged and sat down next to him. Our knees slightly touching. Sitting down I could feel my back of my underwear bunch up and so did the front, my cock protruded out more from my briefs. Rick handed me a shot of whiskey and a beer. We toasted and took the shot and chased it with beer. I thought I better slow down. He handed me another shot. "Thanks, I will take this in a bit. I had too much at the bar", I said "That's cool take your time", he said "You doing ok", I asked "Yes just bummed. I was supposed to have a friend come over but he flaked", he said "Someone your dating", I asked Rick laughed, "No a hook up friend" "Oh sorry to hear he didn't show up", I said. "It happens. I am happy you are here", he said as he kept stroking his cock "Just watching some porn", Rick said We both looked at the TV and saw the bottom taking a huge cock. The bottom was moaning and begging the guy fucking him to fuck him harder. "Harder harder, fuck me, pound me" the guy on the bottom was saying. I looked down at it and his slow stroking, precum leaking and his cock all wet. "You like looking at it don't you", he asked "Sorry I didn't mean to stare. It's just so big. I've never seen any like that before, that big", I responded looking at him, our eyes connecting. "Yes, it is. So is yours, " he said stroking his cock and looking at my cock. I didn't realize it was rock hard pushing out from my underwear. "Your cock looks like it is enjoying the porn", he said "Ugh yeah", I said. I went on to cover it up and also say because I hadn't cum in a while too it must be that. My cock was pushing thru my underwear and there was a large wet spot from it leaking so much. "Sorry to hear that you haven't cum in a while. Boy you are rock hard and leaking.", Rick said "Why don't you take it out. Let it free. It's so hard it might break in there. It's only us guys", Rick said laughing softly I pushed my underwear down slightly to let it out. It sprang out and some precum flicked onto my leg and his. "Oh sorry about that" as I reached out to wipe it off him. I finished wiping it off myself and he said, "Don't let it go to waste boy, go ahead and lick it.", Rick said He reached out and softly touched my hand and led my finger to my mouth. "Go ahead its your boy, you've tasted it yesterday" he said I opened my mouth and licked and sucked my precum. It tasted sweet and a little salty. "It tastes good doesn't it", Rick asked. I nodded. "Porn is porn whether straight or gay. It's to adults enjoying each other's bodies and pleasure. It's normal to get aroused. I know a lot of straight guys who watch bi or gay porn and get hard" Rick said in a comforting manner

Sorry for my English, it's not my native language. But I hope you will still have fun. Part 1 I knew early on that I was more interested in men than women. When I was young, I found some of my father's sex magazines. They were magazines about gay men. I was most interested in the stories where one man dominated another and fucked him regularly. I found stories in which the passive partner was forcibly locked in a chastity belt particularly horny. When I was 18, I took the opportunity to go to a sex store in the next biggest town. It was a normal sex store for heteros. I was quite nervous and only bought a few things, a cockring and a dildo. I wore the cockring almost all the time from then on, so I was always horny. I especially loved stimulating myself briefly until I cum, but then not letting myself come. Over time, I got better and better at this and after just a few weeks I was able to keep myself horny all the time. Whenever I was undisturbed, I fucked myself with the dildo, but also without letting myself come. About six months after my first visit to the sex store, I went there again. As I had been constantly stimulating myself for over two months without cumming, I was extremely horny. Besides my cockring, I only put on a T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. Through the jeans, you could see my thick, extended 8.5“ cock and my big balls very clearly. I actually wanted to go to the same sex store as the first time, but on the way there I came across a gay sex store. So I decided to give it a try there. Visibly nervous, I entered the sex store and was amazed by what I saw. Not only was I pleasantly surprised by what I saw, but my horniness increased immeasurably. At first I just looked around the store. I immediately noticed three people in the sex store. Two employees, about 20 years old, who were dressed very sexy. Both were only wearing boots, jocks and a muslin shirt that exposed their fat pierced nipples. What was striking was that they both wore cuffs on their ankles, wrists and around their necks, which were secured with locks. Behind the counter stood a man of around 40 to 50 years of age dressed completely in leather. I immediately suspected that the boys were the leather man's slaves. I grabbed a shopping basket and headed for the books. I quickly found a book about how a boy was kept strictly chaste by his master. Then I looked around and found what I was looking for in the dildos and plugs. On the way to the jocks, I passed a small display case. It immediately took my breath away when I saw what was there. It was filled with all kinds of chastity devices. I stood in front of it for quite a while, so I didn't notice at first that one of the boys standing next to me. When I noticed him, I was a little startled, but he immediately put me at ease by addressing me. "Hi, I'm Mike. Are you interested in the chastity belts? You're welcome to try some." Somewhat taken by surprise, I just stammered "Yes, I would be happy to." He opened the showcase, took out a few items and just told me to follow him into the changing room. On the way to the changing room, he grabbed a few other items, went to the counter and was handed a small brown bottle by the leather guy. In the changing room, he asked me to strip completely. What I didn't realize at the time was that it wasn't the official changing room of the store, but that it was a bit out of the way. A little hesitantly, I undressed completely in front of him. When I stood naked in front of him, he immediately grabbed my stiff cock and commented appreciatively on what a hot piece I had between my legs. With his other hand, he grabbed my ass and without much resistance, he penetrated my hole with one finger. At the same time, he remarked that he could understand that with such a hot ass I would have to restrain my cock with a chastity belt. However, before I was to try on the various CBs, he wanted to prepare me accordingly. So he led me a few meters further to a shower. He put a cream on me and after a few minutes I had to shower it off. It took less than 10 minutes until I was completely depilated from the neck down. However, before I could get out of the shower, he came to me and said he needed to prepare me even better. I didn't immediately understand what he meant, but he reached into the bag with all the things he had collected and took out a small attachment for the shower hose. After a few minutes, he told me to bend forward. Then he pushed the attachment into my cunt and turned on lukewarm water. He rinsed my ass several times until only clear water ran out of me. He then filled another half liter of water into a bag and added a fairly large amount of white powder. After shaking the bag, he connected it to the metal tube and let the entire amount of water flow into me. He pulled the metal tube out of my ass and immediately sealed it with a plug he had chosen. Before I could say anything, I felt an intense burning sensation inside me. The boy just grinned broadly and asked if I could feel anything yet. I couldn't say anything to him, I just moaned really loudly. "Man, I'm so horny all of a sudden" I said to him. I could hardly control myself not to grab his cock, suck it hard and then let him fuck me. He seemed to guess my thoughts because he quickly pulled his jock down. I could immediately see that his cock was firmly locked in a chastity belt. "Unfortunately, I can't fuck you with my cock because it's been locked away in the CB for over two years. But our master will give you a good pounding and pump your ass full of his cum". I was just about to reply when I was kicked hard in the balls from behind. "Shut up, you pig!" I heard the leather guy from behind immediately afterwards as I went to my knees in pain. He grabbed me and pulled me up. "I love turning big cocks into very small cocks". He pushed my head down and I had to look down at my super small cock. "It won't get any bigger, I will teach you that and the chastity device that you will wear permanently from now on will make sure of that". He gave the slave boy a sign and within a few moments I had been fitted with a chastity cage. It was much smaller than the two boys'. Then I was pushed back into the shower and the plug was removed. After I had emptied myself, he pulled me to a bench and pushed me forward. My ass was well up in the air and I could already feel him squirting something into my ass. It burned like hell but after a short time my ass wanted to be filled. "Ha, ha, you cunt, does the pig need a fat cock"? I could already feel a fat glans on my hole and a fat PA. "I'm going to ride you in now my new slave and before you get out of here, your ass will be well filled with lots of cum". No sooner said than done. With one deep thrust he penetrated me completely.

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

Part 2: I got in my car and drove home. My head was spinning. This was the first actual poz load I'd taken since going off prep and his load was still inside me. I was horny and scared, but also excited. I got home and needed a drink. While in the kitchen, one of my flatmates came home, the other flatmate worked nights, so I wasn't surprised that he wasn't there. Nick and I had been friends for years before moving in together. A lot of our mutual friends assumed we'd end up as a couple one day and were probably surprised that it hadn't happened yet. Nick and I were great platonic friends, but we couldn't be together, we didn't have that kind of spark. We did tell each other pretty much everything. Well, almost everything. He told me about his hook ups and I told him about mine. We were both fans of bareback and hated condoms, but I hadn't told him that I'd stopped taking prep. Nick was complaining that he'd lucked out. He'd gone to the effort of driving to the outskirts of the city only for the guy to tell him that he'd changed his mind. Nick was frustrated and horny. He then noticed that I seemed a bit off, like I wasn't paying attention because my mind was elsewhere. Nick: "Mate, what's up? What's go into you?" Me: "What's got into me? A guy with a big cock" Nick: "Hot. Tell me more" I told him about the guy who fucked me, and how I wasn't sure at first, and then how we'd asked another guy to make the decision for us. I left out the details about the first guy being poz and me being off prep. Nick: "That's hot. You're a slut. But why did you need the second guy to decide for you? Why didn't you just let the first guy fuck you?" Me: "I like being told what to do. It turns me on" Nick: "You've never shared that with me before. Do you like being used?" Me: "yeah, I do. There's something about being used for another guy's pleasure that gets me going" Nick: "Wow. That's kind of hot. So if some dude at a beat tells you that he's going to fuck you, you'll let him? Or does it need to be a different guy giving you instructions?" Me: "Either. It's hot when it's a different guy telling me who can fuck me, but I also like it when guys tell me that they're going to fuck me. Even better at a beat is when a guy doesn't ask or say anything, just turns me around, pulls my pants down, and fucks me" Nick: "What if he does ask you?" Me: "It depends. If he's hot, I might let him, but often if he asks me I find it a slight turn-off" Nick: "Interesting. What if he's ugly or something" Me: "If he asks, then I'll say no, but if he just dominates me then that's hot enough for me to let it happen" Nick: "Fuck. You are such a slut. Good thing you're on prep then, or you'd be a high risk" I couldn't lie. Nick knew me too well. Me: "Well, actually..." Nick: "What? you are on prep aren't you?" Me: "I stopped taking it. I didn't like it" Nick: "Well, your choice I guess" With that, Nick turned me around to face the sink and yanked my shorts down, then pushed me so i was leaning over. Me: "Nick, what are you doing?" Nick's shorts had also disappeared and his hard cock was touching my hole. Nick: "What do you think i'm doing? I'm going to fuck you" Nick pushed, and my ass went into autopilot, relaxing enough to let him in. I had never seen Nick's dick before, and at this point I still couldn't see it, but it felt thick. He pushed in and pushed further. How long was his fuck tool? It just kept going. I felt very full, and to be honest, his cock felt amazing inside me, but this was my friend, using me like a fleshlight. Me: "Nick, fuck, you're inside me. Why are you doing this?" Nick: "You have some random dude's load in you and you like to be used without being asked. I'm fucking horny and your story got me even hornier. I love sloppy seconds, so I'm not letting this opportunity disappear" He fucked me hard. It was weird at first that my best friend was fucking me after so many years of us kind of having a line that we wouldn't cross, but it felt so good. I wished I known how good he was at fucking years ago. He was fucking me deep. All the way in and then pulling out until just the head was inside me before thrusting back. While fucking me he started asking me more about the earlier fuck that evening. Nick: "Tell me about the guy who fucked you. Whose cum is currently lubing my dick?" Me: "He was taller than me, slightly older, fit. Good cock" Nick: "Did he have a big cock?" Me: "Yes, it was a great cock. Big and thick, but I think yours is bigger" Nick: "And this random guy just flooded your ass and you're not on prep. Did you bother asking him his status to see if it was safe for him to fuck you?" Me: "Umm... yeah, I asked him what his status was" Nick: "And he was safe? Can you trust him to be honest?" Me: "He was honest. He told me he was poz" Nick: "Fuck you are a slut. Neg, off prep, and taking poz loads. And now I'm fucking you using that poz cum as lube. You know my cock is massaging that cum in to you with every thurst" I swear he shoved his meat stick in harder and deeper at that comment. That pushed me over the edge and I came hands-free, conveniently into the sink in front of me. My ass tightened and with a final deep push that felt like it was in my stomach, Nick roared and emptied his balls inside me. He leant over me, catching his breath, before eventually pulling out. "We need to talk. But first, I need a shower" and he headed off towards the bathroom. I stayed where I was for what seemed like an eternity before pulling up my shorts, a bit worried about what Nick would say now that he has cum and isn't so horny. Nick had a quick shower and returned to the kitchen. He asked me why I'd gone off prep and when I told him that I was chasing and it made me horny, he confessed that he too liked it and often read the stories on BZ when he wanked. He didn't want to convert though, so he's staying on prep, but he wants to see a conversion, so he's going to use me for that. He also told me that he wants to fuck someone with the fuck flu, and he's going to use me for that too. He said he's going to be fucking me a lot in the future. He never asked, he just said he would.

Part 2 I moaned loudly. Without mercy, he pounded deep into my ass until I could feel his body against mine. His low-hanging balls slapped against mine. "What a hot fuck hole" he moaned loudly. Without giving me a break, he pulled his cock out again up to the glans and pushed it deep inside me again. He only said briefly to Mike "Call the others, tell them there's a hot cunt to fuck and breed here". He fucked me hard and powerful for at least half an hour without mercy. Then he grabbed me and simply lifted me up, his cock still deep in my cunt. He took three steps, his cock slipping even deeper inside me, and put me in a sling. Mike was immediately on the spot and tied my ankles and wrists to the sling. "The reinforcements will be here in 10 minutes," he said. "Then we should let the pig fly a little better," the Master replied and I saw him disappear again with a needleless syringe between my ass. "This time you'll get a really fat booty bump, my horny bitch" and I could already feel him squirting the contents of the syringe deep into my ass. It burned like fire again and just a few moments later I was overcome by another wave of absolute sexual desire. "Well, do you need something in your ass?" said the master. "Then ask me and I'll fuck your brains out of your skull". I just couldn't help myself and said "Fuck me, squirt your juice into my cunt, fuck my brains out". The master didn't need to be told twice and with a brutal, powerful, deep thrust he plunged his huge cock deep into my cunt. He fucks me with maximum force. Whenever he closed, the sling came towards his cock so that he fucked deeper and deeper into me. He had long been through my second muscle. After 5 minutes, he moaned loudly and said "Come on cunt, ask for my cum. Do you want to feel my toxic cum deep in your cunt? I'll squirt my whole charged load deep into your hole. From now on you're my fuck cunt and you'll let anyone I want to fuck you." "Yes, please shoot your cum deep inside my cunt!" I screamed across the room. Just a few seconds later, I felt his cock continue to inflate in my cunt and he started to cum deep inside me. Seven, eight, nine, ten times I felt his cock contracting and squirting cum deep inside me. "Can you feel me filling your cunt with my spunk? When my buddies get here, we'll really send you into orbit and then you'll get one poz load after another squirted into your cunt." With that he pulled his still hard cock out of my ass. Mike had already been waiting for it and as soon as the cock was out of my ass he pushed a really fat and quite long plug into me. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the black plug was completely covered in white powder, so I wasn't surprised that as soon as it was in my hole, it burned and I got even hornier.

Chapter 4 – Oh Daddy The entire length of his daddy’s dick was now inside of Aiden. It was sending waves of pleasure through his body. He had just realized that it was his real dad inside of him but he did not give a fuck. All that mattered was the pleasure coming through from his hole. He was in love. In love with his Daddy’s dick. Aiden was left speechless. His body was in euphoria. The high from the T and the dick in his hole. Then it started moving in and out slightly, back and forth. S: Damn your so damn tight, son. Relax and loosen up for Daddy. Sid reached around the boy and found his nipples. He played with them, flickering them, rubbing them. This helped the boy relax a little. Sid could finally get some kind of rhythm going. The stationary camera was getting great footage of Daddy’s dick and balls slamming into the boy’s hole. A: oh Daddy! Daddy! Hearing that and watching made Todd hard as can be. He had long lost his boxers and had been walking around the room naked, with 8 inch dick sticking straight out. Every time he hear Aiden say “Daddy” made his dick throb. He knew he had to wait his turn but was counting down in his head. A: Fuck Daddy. Fuck me. Sid pulls out and backs off the bed. S: turn around and scoot your ass to the edge. Aiden gets into position as ordered. Sid picks up Aiden’s legs and rests them on this shoulders. He spits on his dick and lines it up with the hole. S: Beg for it. Beg for it son. A: Please Daddy! I need it. I need your big dick in my hole. I feel empty without it in me. S: What about your tight little hole? A: Loosen me up Daddy. Fuck me loose. Wreck my hole. Sid was satisfied mentally with his conquest. Now back to the physically. He jammed his dick back into the hole in one push. He was balls deep before Aiden could clinch down. Sid starts long dicking his son. A: Oh damn, it’s so big Daddy. Feed me that Daddy dick. S: Oh son. Take your Dad’s dick. I’m gonna fill you with my cum. A: Yes, Daddy. Fill me up. I need your seed. Sid continues to jackhammer he boy. The man and boy are covered with sweat. Their bodies making slapping noises that fill the room. The boy reached for his dick to jerk off but the man slaps his hand away. S: No son. You get to cum when I say so. A: oh gawd. It feels so good Daddy. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking your son. Sid was getting close but did not want to cum just yet. He stops his thrusting and pulls out. Aiden feels the emptiness without anything in his hole. A sadness takes over him. A: aww, why did you stop? S: Because I’m in charge, boy. Now move over so I can lay down. Sid lays right in the middle of the bed. He waves the boy toward him. S: Okay now, you’re going to sit on my dick and take the whole thing. No whining. Be a man about it. Aiden straddled his Daddy and his ass hovered over his Daddy’s dick. He starts to lower himself. The head touches his hole and sends electricity through his body. He needed that cock in him asap. His hole was twitching knowing what was to come. Lowering further, Aiden takes the thick head and an inch or two. S: That’s right. You’re in charge of how fast to go down on it. Take your time. Aiden didn’t want to take his time. He needed the dick in him now. He took a large breath and pushed himself down all the way to the base. His hole was throbbing. He knew he took too much too soon but he didn’t care. He needed to be filled with dick. S: Good. Now rock back and forth with your hips. Yes, good. Keep doing that back and forth. We’re gonna find your boy button. You’ll know it when you find it. Aiden rocked and rocked and then came to a spot that sent chills up his spin and to his dick. He shivered slightly. S: That’s it alright. Daddy found your boy button. Now I know what angle to fuck you in to fuck the cum out of you. Sid gripped Aiden’s hips and starts fucking him upward at the same angle as his boy button. The boy was in shivers over and over and over. He couldn’t believe that his Daddy was making him feel so good. A: oh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy Without warning, cum starts shooting out of the teen’s hard dick. The teen’s hole squeezing down on Sid’s dick. S: Oh fuck son. I’m cumming. Take that cum. Ohhh fuuuuuck. Aiden could feel the cum being shot inside of him. Filling his insides with warm gooeyness. He counted 5 full shots of cum. Aiden looked down at his Daddy. He had shot his boy load all over his Daddy’s chest. Sid picked some of the cum up from his chest with his finger and fed it to his son. Aiden took the cum coated fingers into his mouth like it was honey. Sid grabbed on to his son and pulled him close. He then rolled over so that he was on top now. his dick still in his boy’s sweet hole. S: Okay son, now I’m going to move and my dick is going to pull out. Squeeze your hole shut and keep the cum in there. Got it? Sid backed away pulling his dick out. The boy did as he was told to do and squeezed his hole shut. He saved all the cum his daddy had dropped in him. Todd starts clapping. T: Good job guys. I knew this would be a fucking hit getting you two together. Hey I’m not ready for my turn yet. Put a plug in him, alright? Todd threw a buttplug over to Sid. He lined it up with his son’s hole. He jammed it into the boy. The boy yelped from the sudden intrusion. T: Go ahead and give the plug a squeeze. It’s that lube feeder one I special ordered for pushing cum into the bottom. Sid squeezes the plug and the liquid squirts into the bottom. Aiden is fine for a minute but soon starts to squirm around. A: OHH fuck. Ohh. Fuuuuck. Ohhh. Ffffff. S: What the fuck was in that? Cum? Who’s cum? T: No, it was just my cum … with a shit ton of T hahaha. You didn’t think tonight was over yet did you?

For what felt like an hour, Dale sat on the futon, holding his nephew in a strong, warm embrace. Their naked bodies radiated heat to each other. Dale sampled a healthy portion of his nephew's cum before retrieving clean towels from a nearby shelf. He helped his nephew clean up. "It's late. You should probably have been home some time ago, bud," Dale said. "Yeah. I should get dressed," Brock dressed quickly as his uncle watched. Traces of lust still danced behind his uncle's eyes. After Brock pulled his shirt on, Dale handed him the same card Brock had seen thrown at Zeke in the video. On the back he'd handwritten a phone number. "If the virus takes, you're going to get pretty sick. Call or text me. Seriously," Dale said. It didn't really come across as a request. And then he kissed his nephew on the forehead and walked him back past the heavy black curtain to his office. The disheveled man Brock had seen head back to the booths shortly after he'd arrived was sitting in front of the desk. He looked worse for the wear with some fresh bruises coming through on his face and a split lip oozing dark red blood. One eye was swollen almost completely closed. The cashier sat on the corner of the desk next to the man, looking quite menacing with some fresh abrasions on his knuckles and an ice pack pressed to his jaw. Brock's uncle quickly took stock of the situation. "You'll have to see yourself out, Brock. This demands my immediate attention," Dale said in a suddenly serious, no-nonsense tone. Brock left his uncle and the two other men behind in the office and stepped back out into the store, nearly running into the man from the front row of the basement. He was headed for the door. All the effort of the night finally caught up with Brock and he felt very suddenly weary. He followed after the man, trying not to seem like he was pursuing him. As Brock stepped out of the store into the pitch dark September night, he saw the man getting into a Volvo parked on the curb. There was a single bumper sticker. It read "Park Village Thunder." Brock's heart leaped into his throat as he quickly crossed the parking lot to his own car and got in. He threw his hat on top of his letter jacket. His Park Village High School letter jacket, with the Thunder logo embroidered on the chest. ---------- The next three weeks felt like the longest weeks to ever fly by. Not a single day passed without some thought about that night at the Block. Some days it was a nagging half thought in the back of his mind. Some days he milked four loads from his dick before lunch thinking about everything that happened. On only two occasions had he really reflected on his decision willingly expose himself to HIV. He had concluded that he had no regrets and that if his uncle uncle's viral juices didn't convert him, he would try again after a month. On October 3rd, Brock knew his uncle had been successful. He woke feeling like he'd been hit by a truck. He had a fever and chills, he felt weak and had no appetite. His mom called him out of school before she headed off to work. As soon as Brock was confident she was gone, he texted his uncle "Woke up feeling like hell. Pretty sure you did itheb rnfhshsjfk dhdh h .?" An hour later, Dale was using a credit card to let himself into his nephew's house. He found Brock passed out in his bed. His phone had more gibberish typed into an unsent message. He was sweaty, but sleeping peacefully. Dale took the time to arrange him a bit more comfortably. Then he set about putting together some bland food for when his nephew woke. Then he crawled in bed behind him and held him until he started to stir. Brock would wake, have a bit of the food prepared for him and alternate sleeping and spooning his uncle until about an hour before his mom would get home. This continued for four more days. On day 5 of his conversion, Brock woke with his uncle's arms around him and a wrought iron beam between his legs. He was painfully hard. The virus had woken something slumbering deep within him. Without a word, he maneuvered himself between his uncle's legs and pushed Dale's feet back toward his head. Dale woke from his own dozing to the squelch of his nephew's precum in his hole as Brock was beginning to work his cock in. Dale gave no resistance. In fact, he seemed as though this was exactly what he was waiting for. Brock fucked Dale slowly, weak from his illness and hazy from the steady doses of poppers he and his uncle were using. When Brock was too weak, Dale would trade him places and ride him. Slowly milking his next load. In total, Brock filled his uncle with seven loads over 6 hours. Brock wasn't sure if these were his last negative loads or his first charged ones. They were probably both. All he knew was the little voice from the back of his mind that they must be inside someone. That all of his future loads must be inside someone. As Dale was getting ready to leave, he hugged his nephew and handed him A folded slip of paper. "Meet me here. Next Saturday afternoon," he said. He kissed his nephew once more on the forehead and left.

Part 11 Home Slice I felt safe with Dante after he confronted the two ass holes that came into our room while he was gone. Luckily for me they had barely started to rape me when Dante returned. At first I was scared that Dante was going to kill them right where they stood, but thankfully to our host here he let them walk out of here. I asked him about them but knew better then to pursue an answer. I was sure that there was something specific he had in mind for them and I knew I’d find out in due time, but for now it was time for another slam and more of my man's poz cock and his dirty cum. He took great care with me as he administered my slam then his own. He then resumed fucking me and seeding my hole. The poz talk continued and I couldn’t get enough of his poz cum. The idea and anticipation of becoming poz had me so turned on I wanted as much of his cum be could give me. Dante I wanted to kill them when I first saw them raping my boy. They were lucky that we were at my friends place, if I had a way to control the situation better they would be dead now, but I had better plans for them in mind. I had one of my crew that was at the party with me to call for some help as he followed the two. Once they were in an area where they could be ‘persuaded’ to accompany them to my place they were go grab them by knocking them out when chloroform. Then once they were back at my place they were to be blind folded, shaved head to toe, restrained in slings and slammed hard before they were to be fucked by any and everyone who wanted their asses. From my friend who was hosting the party the two were cocky, total tops who (from what my friend told me) were neg on PrEP. They came to the party just to fuck ass, and, apparently, any ass they cound find. They found the wrong ass to fuck. When the party began to wind down we got dressed and stared to head out. We spotted the convertee as he was being helped out of the sling. We could see the cum dripping from his well fucked hole. Home Slice stared very long as he rubbed his own ass. I had to nudge him that we were leaving. Home Slice As we were leaving the kid who had been fucked am night long by everyone who came to the party, with the exception of my Dante, was being helped out of the sling. I stared in amazement as the cum flowed from his well fucked hole. It made me wonder what it would be like to be fucked like he had been fucked. Dante had to pull me out of my trance as I watched the action before me. Once in the car I had to ask Dante, “Why didn’t you set up something like that for me?” Dante told me, “The only DNA I want you to have is the DNA I have. That will come from me,” he paused for a few seconds, “or Miguel. I know you’ll never repeat what I’m about to tell you.” He paused again before continuing. “Miguel is the only man who has ever fucked me. He did that when I was 18 and just starting to do business with him. He felt it would bind the two of us as brothers just as I want us bound together by he bug.” Dante From Home Slice's questions I knew that was something stirring in his mind. I knew he was itching for something more then what I was giving him. I knew he had that curious itch within him. I knew he also needed to be prepared for what was about to happen within the next week when he gets the fuck flu. I had to ask him, “Are you disappointed that I only Miguel and I have fucked you?” He was quick to answer, “No, not at all.” I stared to explain to him, “First I want to prepare you for what will probably happen this week. You’re going to sero-convert, in other words, it’s the sign that you’re beginning poz, in other words you’ll come down with the fuck flu. You’ll feel really bad, sore and achy all over. That will last 3 to 5 days before you’ll start to feel normal again.” I saw a little grin appear I his face as I continued, “With the amount of poz cum I’ve for into you, I’m surprised your not sick already.” The grin on his face grew as he said, “Can’t wait.” After his enthusiastic answer I had an idea on how to celebrate. It was something I knew Home Slice would love. I told him, “I have a idea of how we can celebrate your sero-conversion, once you’ve tested HIV positive, we can celebrate by putting you I the sling on a Friday night, keep you high as a kite and let anyone and everyone fuck you until you can’t be fucked any more.” He didn’t answer right away, he just smiled before he answered with a “Fuck yeah, I’d like to experience that.” I quickly added, “This will be a one time thing. I prefer not to share you with anyone, but the way you’ve reacted so well to my pozzing you, I think I can get you this one wish.” Home Slice Fuck yeah, one I poz I can get gang banged. I let Dante know, “I understand that this would be a one time thing, and I don’t want anyone other than you as well. This would be a great way to celebrate and let the crew know I was HIV positive.” We pulled into the garage of his condo. Nothing as said as we climbed out of his car and walked into the condo. I wasn't really surprised when I saw the two guys from the party restrained in slings getting fucked by members of the crew. Dante leaned towards me and told me what was going on with them and what the plan was for them in response to their attempted rape. After their addiction to Tina and their conversion to total bottoms they were to be shipped south of the border to Miguel where they were to be out to work as whore's. Miguel would make sure they were continually be kept high on Tina and forced to serve any man did wanted to fuck them. Dante knew that Miguel would make them pay for what they did. Looking at the two guys getting fucked I stared to get hard. I stared to think how ironic it would be if I fucked them. I tugged at Dante’s arm and after him, “You think I could fuck them?” Dante answered me with a question, “Can you get it hard enough to fuck them?” I answered by pulling my jeans and underwear off and letting my hard cock spring free. Dante didn’t answer as he too dropped he pants as I stripped the rest of my clothes off as one of the crew was about to blue his load inside one of the ‘rapists’. Once he was done I quickly stepped up and, for the first time in my life, fucked a guy. I didn’t hold back anything as I pounded as hard as I could. Dante was giving the guy I the sling next to me. It took me a good 30 minutes before I felt my balls tingle. I knew my orgasm was eminent as I began to fuck faster. I roared out, “FUCK! I’M CUMMING!” as I shot a huge load into his ass.

Part Eight: How Could I Say No ************************************************** I made it home and peeled myself off the seat of my Jeep and made it inside my apartment, remarkably with very little mess considering how trashed my track pants were. I peeled them off and threw them directly into the washer. I grabbed an old towel and passed it between my legs, pulling it up around my back and right side--a makeshift diaper if you will--to catch what was now an oozing seepage of piss and cum. I headed straight for the shower and, shucking my remaining clothes and then the towel, I climbed in as the warm water bathed my skin in relaxing heat. As I stood there, hand on the wall in front of me, head down under the water, I thought of what had just happened the last few hours, and realized my cock was rock solid yet again. I had blown a major load on the back of Gary and Tom's couch, and another substantial one down Gary's throat, and here I was again ready to erupt. I reached to my left where my own butt plug sat, and reached around behind me, placed it at my anal entrance. Anyone who has ever attempted to use toys in the shower knows water is the worst lube, but I was determined to just shove it in, and so I did. But the dry, scratching resistance I expected was only minimal, and I knew my hole was still slightly lubed with leaking cum. The 5" plug slipped in the whole way and I clenched my ass as I straightened myself slightly and my left hand made its way back around front to my hard uncut penis. I slowly pulled my foreskin back, and then slid it forward, beginning a steady, rhythmic fisting of my shaft. I knew it wouldn't be long, and surely enough, in just a few minutes I was coating the shower wall before me with thick globs of white, negative cum. I knew it would likely be one of the last untainted loads I ever produced, and my entire body crumpled with the ecstacy of the release. A few more strokes, and I reached around to remove the plug; as I rinsed it, I noticed the pinkish hue of the water entering the drain. I had definitely been torn up inside, and there would be no escaping the consequences of my night. I exited the shower, dried myself, and slipped under the covers of my bed and into a blissful sleep. I went about my normal routine for the next three weeks, my mind always on that night, knowing what lay ahead. It was the third Friday after that weekend that I awoke feeling shaky and under the weather. Calling into work, I told them it was just some bug I had picked up (the truth), common for this time of year (not the truth), and that I wouldn't be in that day. It helps when you are reliable and need time off work, as they don't question your story; besides, I was definitely about to have one of the most miserable weekends of my life, or so I thought. I don't know why, but once I got off the phone with work, I pulled up Grindr and flipped to the messages tab, scrolling down to the chat I knew had started everything. A green dot aside his blank picture box and I knew he was online; the message was short and slightly veiled, but hopefully obvious to the one for which it was meant. "Hey, just wanted to say thanks for the fun the other weekend. Feeling today like you guys may have passed something on. Thanks for letting me stop by!" I put down my phone and crawled back under the covers, noticing that I was already beginning to form beads of sweat on my body. I knew the fever wouldn't be mild, but I really had no choice or input; my body was about to wage it's final battle against a foe it could not defeat. I closed my eyes and drifted into a state of semi-sleep, awoken what turned out to be almost six hours later by the vibration of my phone. It was a notification of a Grindr message--I knew by the color of the flash--and needed no guesses as to who it was from. Gary had responded. "hey boy, cameron was it? so you got our gift?" "Pretty sure. Woke up this morning feeling like crap and starting to run a fever. This Gary or Tom?" "gary. tom never uses this app. hes not good with technology ha. youll probably have a rough weekend ahead, anyone who can take care of you?" "Nah, just me. I'll manage I'm sure." There was a pause, and I wondered if he would continue to respond. After all, he now knew he had accomplished his goal. But he did respond, and not with what I expected. "if you want, you can cum here and I can keep an eye on you. least I can do. maybe when your fever breaks we can even have a celebratory fuck" Was he really inviting me back to their place? "Thats nice of you guys to offer, but I don't want to be some puking guy on your couch. You guys probably wouldnt appreciate that." "well its just me here, tom actually lives a few houses down with his partner rob. my nephew is here visiting for the weekend and then hell be gone, but its no problem. we can get you through the worst of it at least" I knew I should say no, but somehow my fingers didn't follow my brain and I found myself responding that I'd head over. After that, I was in the shower, trying to at least make myself somewhat presentable for my arrival, knowing it wouldn't matter much after that. I towelled off and slipped on a tshirt, jocks, and sweatpants. I grabbed a jacket and slipped into my sneakers before shoving some extra clothes in a travel back. I locked up and hopped in the Jeep, and headed back to that beaten path I had travelled back just three weeks earlier. The sun had already nearly set by the time I turned onto that gravel path and headed back to the house. A minute later I was parking and walking toward the door, feeling far more feverish than earlier. I reached out to knock and instead the door swung open and there stood Gary. He quickly ushered me in to the dimly lit living room, where I assumed I would be set up on the same couch I had "christened" at the same time Gary exploded his first load of poison cum deep into me. Instead, there stood a built and muscular guy about my age, standing about 6' 3" and 220#, a crew cut with several days stubble on his firm jaw, deeply tanned skin, and wearing only a leather harness on his chest and around his waist, with a strap leading down to a ring that wrapped itself around the base of a monstrous uncut cock. He had to have been almost nine inches in length and his shaft was insanely thick. The head of his cock looked simply like a tiny cone, there for one purpose only: to force open whatever hole was presented it. It was the opposite of Gary's cock: small head and massive shaft. Gary's voice pierced the silence. "This is my nephew, Mark. Mark, this is Cameron." Mark reached out his hand and I slowly reached out, completing the handshake. "Damn Cameron, your hand is hot. You really are coming down with something." I heard Gary all but laugh behind me and I turned to find him also standing there naked, his rock hard shaft angled slightly downward as his heavy, bulbous head leaked a strand of precum between the lips of his foreskin, the tip of his piss slit ever so slightly visible. And the look on his face told me everything: his offer of help, however genuine it might have seemed, would come with a few extras. And yet as I stood there--feverish, weak, and in the presence of these two men, both with raging hardons that I knew were meant for me--I knew there was no refusing what was about to happen. I was their guest and they had offered to nurse me through this. I let my bag drop to the floor and suddenly felt Mark standing behind me, his solid dick smashing into my back as he embraced me in a bearhug. "Are you up for some fun before we settle you in?" I was. And with no resistance left, either inside me or out, how could I say no?