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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.

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.

Part 8: Nick was due to return sometime today. We'd communicated via text while he was away, and I confessed that Daniel and some random guy had fucked me on my lunch break. Nick asked if either of them had used condoms, and I told him that both fucked me bare and bred me. He told me I was a good boy. I don't know why, but seeing that message maybe my dick jump. I think he likes being called a good boy. Nick told me to drive to the airport to pick him up. I couldn't say no to him, so I was lucky that I was able to take the afternoon off work. Nick said that he had a surprise for me, but wouldn't tell me what it was. I would just have to find out. I arrived at the airport and met Nick, who was standing and talking with a guy I didn't recognize. Nick introduced me to Pedro, a hot Latino guy Nick met while waiting for the flight. Nick and Pedro were both on grindr in the airport, and realized that they were booked on the same flight. Nick noticed that Pedro's profile said that he was poz, and with a little probing, Nick discovered that he was taking a med break, but would have to go back on meds soon. Apparently Pedro hadn't cum in a few days and was keen to drop a load in the airport bathrooms before the flight, but Nick talked him into waiting and told him that he could fuck me after they landed, and my ass would welcome his cum. Obviously no one asked me if I wanted Pedro to fuck me. Nick and Pedro got in the car, and Nick instructed me to drive to a park near the airport known for cruisy toilets. Once at the park, the three of us walked into the bathrooms together. I'm usually nervous about approaching like this because I think it makes it obvious that we're hooking up. Nick, on the other hand, likes it because he hopes that other guys see us and guess what we're doing, and decide to join in, or at least watch. As usual, when Nick and I have different opinions on the best course of action, we compromise by doing whatever Nick wants. Inside the bathroom, Nick just looked at me and said one work. Strip. We weren't even in a cubicle, we'd have no warning if someone entered the toilet block. Even so, I stripped my clothes off, and handed them to Nick. Pedro fished his cock out and told me to suck it. It was thick, uncut, and half hard. I sucked as best I could, knowing that I needed to get it hard so that he could fuck me, and knowing Nick, my saliva on his cock would be the only lube I'd be allowed. Pedro's cock grew to a decent 7 or 7.5 inches in response to the attention my mouth and tongue were giving it. When he decided that he was ready, Pedro got me to stand up, and bent me over at the sink, then plunged his cock inside me in one hard thrust. I yelped at the sudden intrusion and pain and begged him to go slowly, be gentle, let me get used to it. Nick told me to shut up, and told Pedro to fuck me harder, and tear up my insides to help his eventual gift take hold. Pedro didn't hold back, he gripped my hips tightly and pounded my ass hard and fast. I held on to the sink as a couple of tears dripped down my face, hoping that he'd cum quickly and the ordeal would stop. My other head was having the time of life, hard as steel and bouncing around due to Pedro's fuck, and splashing precum everywhere. Why does my own dick betray me in these situations? Pedro sped up and started fucking me even harder, a feat that I didn't think was possible until he proved me wrong. He got vocal, apparently forgetting that we were in a public park and the walls weren't soundproof. "I'm gonna cum soon, I'm gonna fill you up, take my toxic load you dirty slut" Nick said "yes, poz him, push in deep when you cum and fill the bastard up" With a sound that was something like a combination of a grunt and a groan, Pedro followed Nick's orders and pushed in all the way, hard, and throbbed inside me, filling me with his toxic baby batter. He rested inside me for a while, making sure that he release his entire load inside me. As he started to slowly withdraw, Nick told me to clench my butt muscles tightly to squeeze out and remaining cum from Pedro's shaft, and to prevent any of his precious load escaping. When Pedro's head left my ass, I expected Nick to thrust in to take advantage of my loaded hole because he loves sloppy seconds (or thirds or fourths... ) but instead he was holding a butt plug and said that he would fuck me later, he had another surprise for me and wanted to save his dick for then, and it was important not to let any of Pedro's swimmers escape. He pressed the butt plug against my hole and told me that I'd need to relax slightly to let the plug in, but not too much because he wanted to force it in and make it hurt. That comment caught me by surprise, though maybe it shouldn't have and I was just naive. I said "what do you mean by make it hurt?" and Nick rammed the plug home, making me scream and yell "fuck!". Nick laughed at my pain and said he'll fuck me later. He let me get dressed and the 3 of us walked back to the car. I was silent for the walk, my brain was confused about how hard I got from being in pain and from being abused. Nick and Pedro were talking about Pedro's medical situation, and Pedro said that he would have to go back on meds in about a week, so the two of them swapped numbers, with Nick making Pedro promise to fuck me as much as possible in the next week. We drove Pedro back to his place and then headed towards ours. When we were alone in the car, Nick told me that he was really turned on seeing me in pain, with a few tears making their way down my face, and he was happy that I clearly enjoyed in because he noticed how hard my cock was throughout the whole event, and he promised to make my cock hard like that again. He had an evil smirk on his face when he said that, so I was a bit scared at what that might mean.

[Author's note : Sometimes I like to put myself in a story written by another author and then see where it leads me. This one is based on part of "A late 80’s pozzing (Part 1)--the set up - Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION - Breeding Zone."] It was 1995 when it happened. I was bisexual and my wife Beth knew it, though she wasn’t happy about it. We had tried a couple of threesomes with other guys, and watching me get fucked really bothered her because I clearly enjoyed bottoming so much. After these episodes, it would be weeks before she would let me fuck her. Add to this the obvious risks: it was the height of the AIDS epidemic. We discussed my needs for man sex and agreed that I would stick to condoms and safe sex practices. Also, she would no longer participate with another guy. Instead, she’d sleep in another room while I enjoyed being with him intimately. So this was what we both expected when I invited Stuart, an incredibly handsome, openly gay man, to our house. Beth understood he would have me that night. He had also recently tested positive for HIV, which he didn’t try to hide. Of course, I shared this with my wife. We both simply assumed I would be careful. That's what I fully intended. She went to bed early in our guest room, leaving the master bedroom for Stuart and me. It didn’t take long for us to begin to play. We stripped naked and I saw his huge cock. Stuart offered me a full body massage and was soon working my back, shoulders, and legs with his oiled hands. He paused to slip a tape into the VCR, which he explained showed him in action with some younger guys. Then he started massaging my ass. I tensed up at first, but he wasn’t going for my hole so I relaxed. Stuart had to get more oil as he was running out of his small bottle. When he got back on me, he straddled my thighs. He worked more oil on my ass cheeks as I watched him getting his boy in a sling on the TV. Stuart was really working my ass nicely and his hands were sliding well into my crack. It felt great. The action on the screen picked up as Stuart lubed his boy’s ass and stuck his finger, then fingers, in and out. The boy was moaning and I was doing the same—although very softly. I wondered who was doing the filming because in the next shot Stuart pressed his dick against the hole, and then gently inside. The camera was very close. Thre was no mistaking the fact that Stuart's cock was bare. “Fuck!” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it was an honest reaction. Stuart said, “Yeah, that is a hot shot.” Stuart and I started to have a naughty conversation. He asked what I thought of his tape. I told him that his private porn was better than anything I had seen – most gay porn by then showed guys fucking with condoms. He continued to massage my ass, fingers rubbing all over. I confessed I was really taken with his video tape: I liked the role playing: he was in charge and the boy was letting him have his way. He simply stated, “Andy, I know you like submitting. Does Beth know that about you when you’re with another guy?” I blushed when I told him that the idea of me bottoming upset her, but I preferred it. Then I admitted that submitting to a dominant top turned me on. I could feel my precum leaking as I said this. Stuart noticed Beth’s pretty watch and her engagement ring, which she had left next to the bed on her nightstand. “Put these on, Andy,” he said. The watch, which I had given Beth for her 35th birthday not long before, was a slender tank-style, with a thin, shiny black leather band, gold case, and delicate roman numerals. The diamond ring sparkled in the light. I liked her to wear them when we made love, as a sign that she was my woman. I slipped them on. It felt weird, very effeminate, but also oddly and really hot. Stuart said, “They fit you perfectly. The watch is so sexy and feminine on you. And the ring is very special. It symbolizes mating and breeding.” “But we’re not gonna to do that,” I said immediately. Stuart just smirked and replied, “If you say so.” He resumed rubbing by ass, giving special attention to my crack and my tight hole. It felt very warm. Stuart’s weight shifted slightly and one of his hands left my ass. I could feel him reaching for more oil, but none was applied to me for a moment. Then he was kneading my ass more aggressively and rubbing his slick fingers over my hole. I was frozen in place. “Stuart, please don’t do anything more without a rubber,” I started to object. He wasn’t hearing anything about stopping. He simply said, “Just let me enjoy your body a bit.” “Beth’s in the other room,” I pointed out. Stuart snickered as he pointed out that she knew exactly what we were going to do. He added that she also implied it was fine by going to sleep in the guest room, which I knew was also true. Stuart went on that this tape was making him really horny—especially with what he called my sexy body underneath him. His slick finger was sliding around my puckered hole. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want,” he promised. “And I never kiss and tell.” Stuart said he was really good at reading men and that I had told him all he needed to know. He leaned forward and his rock-hard dick went between my ass cheeks. Again I froze as he just slowly slid back and forth. He wasn’t fucking me, but I was scared and could feel a cold sweat forming on my chest and under my arms. I glanced at the video and could see a close up of Stuart sliding bareback in and out of the boy’s ass. “My boys love my big dick inside them,” Stuart said smugly. The way that bottom was groaning proved his point. Stuart and I watched the fucking together, both of us breathing a bit harder. Stuart wedged his knees between my legs trying to get them apart. I wasn’t going for that until he gruffly said, “Spread them,” and whacked my ass with his hand. Without thinking about it, I just did what he commanded. “Lift up,” he said as he slid a pillow under my crotch. Again I obeyed. I started pressing my raging hard-on against the pillow while Stuart was grinding between my ass cheeks. The fucking on screen was getting more intense. I could hear Stuart telling the boy that his ass was his and he was going to fill it with his cum. He started to spank the boy hard, making a loud slapping noise. The boy’s high-pitched, girlish voice, whimpering “ah, ah, ah!”, was getting louder and so was the smacking sound. Stuart ordered, “Watch closely, Andy.” He was reaching under my arms to grab my nipples. I was focused on the sensation and the video. So I didn’t pay much attention when he paused rubbing his cock along my crack. On the TV, Stuart pulled out of his boy’s ass and then a huge glob of cum sprayed right against that boy’s still open asshole. In a moment Stuart rammed back inside, telling the boy, “Take my fucking load, cunt!” "Holy, shit!" I exclaimed at this, not really noticing the head of Stuart’s dick was knocking right at my back door. He squeezed my nipples really hard as he pushed, then he eased his grip. My ass tightened, then relaxed. Stuart’s cock head slid in slightly, with me gasping much louder. “Stuart—no!” I grunted. “Not bareback!” He whacked my ass hard with his hand and hissed, “Watch the video—focus on it!” His slick dick – he must’ve oiled it earlier – slid in a few inches right after he smacked my ass. Stuart was pretty much holding still as I adjusted to the intruder. His dick was definitely thicker than any of my other male sex partner’s. I felt stretched and very full. I loved the sensation. I was trembling with fear and excitement. I needed to stop this now! Stuart seemed to understand what I was feeling and he went back to my sensitive nipples and started liccking my ear. Damn! Both of those are major hot spots for me. I turned and we exchanged our first kiss. It was incredibly hot. He was just nudging his cock back and forth a bit; I was responding by opening up to him. My ass felt warm and full. I couldn’t believe how good his bare cock felt inside me. It had been several years since I took anothe rman raw. Stuart was sliding in—it felt amazing! As his torso was longer than mine, he was able to lick my ear and whisper darkly to me. Stuart told me how hot I was, how badly he wanted me, and more seductive words. He sounded both sincere and in control. I was still trembling and leaking tears as well as precum. He finally reached bottom. I felt his balls against my skin. He kept murmuring words of encouragement and praise while letting me get used to him possessing me. I felt hyper aware—his breathing, his warm chest on my back, his hands on my nipples, Beth’s pretty, effeminate jewelry that fit so perfectly on my small hands. His dick throbbed occasionally deep within me. I could feel it quiver. His hands were now against the top of my shoulders and he pulled me up on my hands and knees. On the VCR tape, Stuart was fucking another guy, in the same position that we were in. The camera was stationary and the sound was unclear. But the action filled the screen so completely that I imagined I was a part of it. Stuart had his hands tightly on my hips. He started to fuck me in earnest, thrusting in and out, filling me with that wonderful warmth a bottom feels when he is being pummeled by a thick cock. With a little trial and error, he found the perfect angle for the fuck—my legs spread but now touching his and the height of my ass allowing him total penetration when he pushed in. My head sank to the bed as he groaned, “This is perfect!” I had seen him breed a boy and, as he picked up the pace, I knew what that boy had felt. I was still really scared! I begged him to put a rubber on, but he said he didn’t have any. “Besides,” he added, “I never cover myself.” He did promise to pull out if I wanted him to. My request for him to “just pull out now” was answered with more slick, hot words and slick hot fucking. I found I had lost the power to say no to him. Stuart knew what he was doing. He made me feel all the things a bottom wants to feel: possessed, appreciated, and desired. Stuart seemed attuned to my every sound and movement. After a while, I was squeezing my ass in rhythm to his thrusts. I am a natural bottom and Stuart was taking full advantage of that. Yes, I might be married to a beautiful woman, but this is what I had been born to do. I am good for a long fuck, too. Stuart settled into reaming me as he wanted. I don’t know if it was the pressure against my prostate or what, but after a while I started to feel something almost weird building within me. My dick was beyond hard, even though I wasn’t touching myself. Indeed, my hands were grabbing the sheets. I stared at the pretty watch and the ring, glittering in the light cast by the bedside lamp. I wondered if this was how Beth felt when I was inside her. I was being transported to a new place of sexual awakening, as I started to “ah, ah, ah” like the boy did in the sling. Stuart was now doing his staccato fucking. “Stuart, Stuart, oh Stuart, you are so sweet to me,” I whimpered. My words and pitch, so sissy-like, took me by surprise. When he asked how I was doing, I told him I never wanted him to stop. It didn’t sound like bad porn lines when Stuart said things like “you like that in your cunt, Andy, don’t you?” and “take my big dick, bitch.” I no longer thought of asking him to pull out. Just the opposite – all I wanted was to feel his warm cum inside me. An intense warmth and pressure built up in my ass. It hit me that I was about to cum. If only I could get Stuart to continue just a little longer, a little longer, a little longer. I begged him to keep fucking me exactly like he was. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m cumming!” I was very loud as I exploded into the pillow beneath me, gobs of my jism leaving the pillow beneath me wet and sticky. Stuart’s hands were like steel on my hips. He shoved in as far as he could go and throbbed like crazy. Stuart hissed, over and over, “take it, bitch!” as he released his load into me. I took it all. Then I collapsed on my stomach, bringing Stuart with me—still within me and, now, through his toxic seed, a part of me. It hit me that we had just mated. Stuart called my name softly and hushed my now flowing tears with gentle words and passionate kisses. He also remained latched to my body, plugging my hole. I was too tired mentally and physically to talk about what he had done—no, what we had done. I had wanted it as much as he did. Then I became aware of another presence. I looked up and saw Beth in the doorway. I didn’t know how long she had been standing there, but she must’ve seen and heard a lot. Her eyes locked on mine. Hers were cold, her expression hard. Then she turned away and shut the door. She knew I had let an HIV positive man cum inside me bareback. Our marriage was over at that moment. I had gone too far to turn back. “I want more,” I said. Stuart kissed me and said, “Next time I will bring my video camera.”

I was 17. I had started college but because I had skipped 8th grade I was quite young. But I found my way on the bus to the old Club Baths in Minneapolis and the guy wouldn't let me in because I wasn't 18. He obviously wanted to but didn't want to get in trouble. I had a gay newspaper and saw there was another gay bathhouse (smaller) nearby so I went there. I have no idea of the name (can anyone help me out, this wouldn't been in 1981....both of them were downtown Mpls). I walked over there since it was nearby and the person there had no problem with letting me in once I paid the entrance fee. I remember it being small and kind of dingy but I didn't care, it was SO exciting. All these naked men and I could TOUCH. ALL. OF. THEM. NOT JUST LOOK! I used to love looking at men in the shower the gym and after PE class in school. This was SO much better. I ended up hooking up with an older guy (EVERYONE was older than me that night) and fucked him. I seem to recall it was on a big open platform bed kind of thing. Not an enclosed room. It was incredibly exciting for me. For him, probably just another fuck, but for me, it was life changing. The next year I was a regular at the Club Baths since it was bigger and nicer.

The loss of Joshua still cut deep, even two years on. It was a crisp February day in the Rockies—perfect blue sky, fresh powder that sparkled like diamonds. We’d driven up for a spontaneous weekend, just the two of us. Joshua was fearless on skis, always chasing the best lines. While I nursed a coffee in the lodge, he kissed me quick—tongue teasing my bottom lip—and said, “One more run. Be back before you finish that.” He never came down. A hidden tree well, high-speed impact, catastrophic head trauma. Instant. No chance to say goodbye. The patrol found him buried in snow; the hospital confirmed what I already knew in my gut. I sat in that hallway clutching his wedding band, the world reduced to white noise and the smell of antiseptic. Sarah was my first call. Joshua’s ride-or-die lesbian best friend since their university days—loud, fiercely loyal, the one who’d tease him about his flannel obsession and drag us to every queer event in Toronto. She drove through the night, arrived at dawn, and became my anchor. She handled the calls, the paperwork, the funeral when I couldn’t string sentences together. And when the first shock wore off and the long, grinding grief set in, she stayed—bringing food, forcing me to shower, holding me while I sobbed on the bathroom floor. She saw the parts I tried to hide: the way my body shut down completely for the first year—no erections, no fantasies, no interest in touching myself or anyone else. My cock stayed soft, my hole untouched, desire buried under layers of guilt and emptiness. By the second year, frustration crept in like a thief. Random hard-ons that led nowhere, failed jerk-off sessions that ended in tears because every stroke felt like betrayal, a couple of Grindr attempts where I couldn’t even get it up because another man’s hands on me made my stomach churn with shame. I’d come home alone, balls aching, cock leaking uselessly, hole clenching around nothing, and curse myself for still having a body that wanted. Sarah heard it all over late-night coffees and tear-soaked texts. “You’re not betraying him by wanting to feel good again,” she’d say quietly. “Joshua loved you alive, Moshin. He’d hate seeing you punish yourself for having a libido. Pleasure isn’t disloyalty—it’s survival.” She started nudging me toward the gym more intentionally. “You’re still going late nights. That’s good. But maybe let someone see you there. Not to replace him—just to be looked at again. To feel desired without the guilt crashing in.” She’d noticed Tim when he transferred in—29, built like he lived under the barbell, quiet confidence, no drama. Single, grounded, and—importantly—aware of loss without turning it into his whole personality. After watching me finish a set of hip thrusts one night—ass flexing hard under the lights, sweat running down my smooth back, face flushed in a way that wasn’t just cardio—she decided. “Moshin,” she said, catching me at the water fountain, “there’s someone new on the desk tonight. Tim. He’s good. Let him look at you. Let yourself be seen. You deserve to feel eyes on your body again without it meaning you’re forgetting Joshua.” She walked me over. Tim looked up, eyes steady and warm. Sarah made the introduction: “Tim, Moshin. He and Joshua were basically gym royalty here. Joshua was my best friend. Moshin’s been carrying a lot.” Tim extended his hand. “I’m sorry about Joshua. Sounds like he was one of the good ones. Glad you’re still here killing it.” His gaze lingered—on my sweat-damp tank clinging to my nipples, on the way my shorts hugged the firm swell of my bubble butt—for half a second longer than polite. It was the first time in two years a man’s eyes on me made my cock twitch instead of my stomach turn. That was the beginning of the slow burn. Tim never rushed. He noticed everything: the sweat tracing my spine after sprints, the way my shorts rode up during squats exposing the smooth dip where thigh met ass, the hitch in my breath when he stood close to spot me—his chest brushing my back, forearms flexing, crotch grazing the top of my crack for one heartbeat too long. He’d text after shifts: “Kept replaying those hip thrusts. Your ass bouncing like that. Fuck.” “Could smell how turned on you were tonight. You were leaking through your shorts.” “Been hard since you walked in. Thinking about bending you over and sliding in raw.” I’d read them in the dark, legs spread, hand wrapped around my cock—stroking slow while I pictured him: thick, veined, uncut head pushing past my rim, stretching me open after two years of nothing. I’d edge for hours, balls heavy and aching, pre-cum pooling on my stomach, then stop just before I came because spilling without him inside me felt wrong. Sarah watched the whole transformation. “You’re practically humping the air when he’s around,” she’d text. “I’ve seen you go from numb to this dripping, desperate mess. Let him fuck the grief out of you. You’ve earned it.” The night it broke was biblical rain—sheets hammering the windows, thunder rolling through the empty gym. I’d pushed myself to destruction: heavy deadlifts, ass-to-grass squats, hip thrusts that made my glutes burn and my hole throb. By the time I staggered to the desk, I was drenched—tank transparent over my nipples, shorts dark with sweat and the obvious wet spot at the front where I’d been leaking for an hour straight. Tim didn’t speak. Just stared, pupils blown, throat working. Then, voice barely audible: “Tanning room. Now.” I followed, cock straining, pre-cum soaking my jock. Door locked. Warm amber light bathed us like oil. He slammed me against the wall, mouth crashing into mine, beard scraping my smooth jaw raw, tongue fucking deep while his hands yanked my tank up and over my head. He palmed my ass hard, fingers digging into the firm meat, spreading me through the soaked fabric. “Been dying to get my tongue in this hole,” he growled, dropping to his knees and ripping my shorts and jock down. My cock sprang free—dark, flushed, dripping thick strings of pre-cum. He ignored it. Buried his face between my cheeks. Hot, wet tongue lapping flat over my pucker, circling, then spearing inside. I cried out, hips bucking back onto his mouth. He ate me ravenously—sucking, licking, groaning into my ass, beard burning the tender skin until I was shaking, sobbing his name, pre-cum dripping steadily onto the floor in long strands. He stood, clothes shed in seconds. His cock was obscene—heavy, thick, veins bulging, foreskin pulled halfway back, swollen head glistening and angry red. “First dick in two years,” he rasped, stroking himself once, pre-cum webbing between fist and slit. “Gonna wreck this tight little ass. Make you remember what it feels like to be filled and bred.” Lube poured over three thick fingers—no preamble—breaching me, scissoring wide, curling hard against my prostate until my knees buckled and I begged, “Please—Tim—fuck—need your cock—” He lined up. Blunt head kissed my rim. Pushed. The stretch was brutal, glorious—raw, burning, perfect. Inch after thick inch splitting me open, filling the hollow ache that had haunted me for years. I keened, forehead pressed to the warm vinyl bed, ass high, hole fluttering helplessly around his girth. He bottomed out with a guttural groan, balls flush against me, and held still—letting me feel every throbbing vein, every heartbeat buried inside. Then he fucked me. Slow at first—long, dragging strokes that dragged over my prostate with every pass. My bubble butt jiggled with each deep thrust; his hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise. “So fucking tight—sucking me in like you were made for my cock,” he panted, pace building, hips snapping, skin slapping skin in wet, filthy rhythm. He reached around, wrapped a rough fist around my leaking shaft—stroking fast, twisting at the head, thumbing the slit smeared with pre-cum. “Come on my dick. Show me how bad you needed to be bred after all this time.” I shattered—back arching, hole clamping vise-tight around him, cock erupting in thick, endless ropes across the bed, vision flashing white as two years of pent-up release tore through me in shuddering, sobbing waves. Tim snarled, thrusts turning erratic, then slammed home and came—hot, flooding pulses painting my insides, breeding me deep while I trembled and milked every last drop from him. He didn’t pull out right away. He eased us both down onto the tanning bed, rolling so I was sprawled across his chest, his softening cock still buried inside me, cum slowly leaking out around the base and down my inner thigh. His arms wrapped around me—strong, grounding. One hand stroked lazy circles over my sweat-slick back; the other carded through my damp hair. His lips brushed my temple, soft now. “You okay?” he murmured, voice wrecked. I nodded against his neck, throat tight. “Haven’t… felt anything… like that in so long.” He tightened his hold. “You’re safe here. With me. Whenever you need it.” We stayed tangled until the rain slowed, bodies cooling, his cum still warm inside me, leaking in slow, sticky trails. He finally eased out with a soft groan, both of us wincing at the loss, then pulled me back against his chest. We didn’t dress immediately. Just skin on skin. His hand resting possessively over my softening cock, thumb brushing idly over the head, smearing the last drops of my release. Sarah came in for her morning shift around 6 a.m. The gym was still quiet, rain reduced to drizzle. She was restocking towels when Tim walked out of the back hallway—hair mussed, shirt wrinkled, a faint hickey blooming under his collar. He caught her eye, gave a small, knowing smirk, and jerked his head toward the tanning room hallway. She raised an eyebrow. “You good?” He shrugged, casual. “Moshin stayed late. We… talked.” Sarah’s gaze flicked to the hallway, then back to him. She saw the flush still on his neck, the way he walked with that post-fuck looseness. Then she looked at the tanning room door—slightly ajar, light still on. She didn’t ask for details. Just nodded once, slow and satisfied. “He needed that.” Tim met her eyes. “Yeah. He did.” She texted me later that morning while I was still in bed, ass deliciously sore, Tim’s cum dried on my thigh: “Saw Tim this morning. Looked like he’d had a very productive night. You good?” I smiled into my pillow, typed back with shaking fingers: “Yeah. Really fucking good.” She sent one emoji—a simple fire—and nothing else. She’d watched me crawl through the dark. She’d nudged me toward the light. And now, for the first time in two years, I wasn’t walking alone. -‐--‐--‐--‐----------------------------------- As always my stories are based on true events. Names remain the same. I add erotica for readers to enjoy the event. Dedicated in love to all those who saw their loved ones just dropping dead during the AIDS crisis. To anyone still here, chest tight, eyes burning: If you’re reading this with your hand pressed over the hole where your person used to live… I see you. Two years (or five, or a lifetime) of waking to cold sheets, flinching at “touch,” choking on guilt the second desire stirs—you’re not broken. You’re carrying a love so big it carved you hollow. Joshua didn’t leave a manual for this. He just left. And for too long I thought wanting again meant murdering the only man who ever made me feel whole. But Sarah was right: living isn’t betrayal. Letting someone see the scars grief tattooed on your soul, letting them press their mouth to the places that still bleed, letting your body remember how to shake, leak, clench, and come undone… that’s not replacement. That’s the last stubborn proof that your heart refused to stop when you begged it to. If this story cracked your ribs open—if it made you ache for the day your own door locks, for the night someone looks at you like you’re still worth fucking, still worth filling, still worth the mess of tears and cum and whispered names—hold that ache like a fragile thing. It’s not disloyalty. It’s the avalanche’s aftermath: proof the snow can melt, the sun can touch skin again, and the body can still arch and sob and spill under someone else’s weight. When your moment comes—rough or tender, raw or slow—let it wreck you. Let it rebuild you. Let yourself cry while you come. Let yourself whisper his name and someone else’s in the same ragged breath. You’re allowed. And if these words made tears slip down your face in the dark… good. That means you’re still alive enough to feel the whole goddamn thing. That means you’re still here. And right now—that’s more than enough.

The industrial warehouse on the edge of the city loomed like a forgotten relic, its brick facade scarred by graffiti and years of neglect. Inside, Studio 7 buzzed with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the faint echo of moans from adjacent sets. Tyler, an 18-year-old fresh out of high school from a sleepy suburb, had answered the online ad on a lark. 'Entry-level adult film extras wanted—no experience necessary. Easy money, quick shoot.' He'd lied about his age in the application to make 18 sound more seasoned, but his boyish face and slim, untouched body screamed virgin. At 5'7" with messy blond hair, smooth pale skin, and wide hazel eyes full of naive hope, Tyler dreamed of escaping his dead-end life. He wore faded jeans that hugged his narrow hips and a plain gray hoodie, his sneakers squeaking on the concrete floor as he clutched a crumpled resume. The receptionist, a bored woman in her 40s with a cigarette dangling from her lips, barely glanced up. 'Tyler? Director's in back. Sign this waiver—standard stuff.' The paper blurred under his nervous fingers: releases for nudity, penetration, group scenes. He skimmed it, heart pounding, and scribbled his name. She buzzed him through a heavy door into a dimly lit space that smelled of stale sweat, lube, and industrial cleaner. Cameras on tripods flanked a raised platform with a stained mattress, flanked by folding chairs and scattered props—handcuffs, bottles of oil, a duffel of toys. Director Vance, a wiry man in his 50s with a ponytail and a perpetual smirk, waved him over. 'Kid, you look fresh. Virgin? Perfect for the 'innocent twink' vibe. We're shooting a daddy-dom scene today. You'll pair with Big Ron—our star bear. Lights, camera, action in ten. Strip to your undies and wait.' Two cameramen—burly guys named Mike and Luis—adjusted lenses, chuckling under their breath. A sound guy fiddled with mics, and in the corner, a producer typed on a laptop. Tyler's stomach flipped. 'Wait, like... full penetration? I thought it was just posing.' Vance laughed, clapping his shoulder too hard. 'Read the fine print, boy. This is pro porn. You back out now, no pay. But finish the scene, and you're walking with five hundred. Ron's hung like a horse—gonna make you a star.' Tyler swallowed, peeling off his hoodie and jeans, left in white briefs that did little to hide his soft cock. He sat on the edge of the mattress, knees bouncing, as the crew prepped. Then Big Ron lumbered in, a mountain of flesh at 6'5" and over 300 pounds. Late 40s, with a greasy beard streaked gray, rolls of fat cascading over his belt, and hairy arms like tree trunks. His gut hung heavy, straining a stained tank top, and sweat beaded on his forehead from the short walk. He reeked—unwashed body odor mixed with old cum and something sour, like days-old cheese. 'Fresh meat,' Ron grunted, eyeing Tyler like a meal. He stripped without ceremony, tank top hitting the floor to reveal sagging moobs dusted with coarse black hair, a belly that jiggled with each step. His cargo shorts dropped, unleashing thighs thick as Tyler's waist and, finally, his cock: a monster, twelve inches soft, thickening to fourteen erect, as girthy as a wrist. The foreskin clung tight, packed with yellow-white smegma that crusted the head and shaft, the stench hitting Tyler like a wall—cheesy, rancid, making his eyes water. 'Action!' Vance barked. Lights blazed hot on Tyler's skin. Ron grabbed him by the hair, yanking him to his knees on the hard platform. 'Suck it, boy. Clean daddy's dirty dick.' Tyler gaped, the cheesy cock slapping his cheek, leaving a sticky smear. 'I... I can't—it's filthy!' But Ron shoved forward, the bloated head forcing past his lips, smegma flaking onto his tongue—bitter, gritty, like spoiled milk. Tyler retched, but Ron held his head firm, thrusting shallowly to coat his mouth. 'Lick it clean, virgin slut. Taste what a real man's packing.' Tyler choked, saliva mixing with the cheese as he lapped tentatively, tongue scraping the folds under the foreskin. The flavor burned, acrid and overwhelming, but Ron's grip tightened, fucking his face deeper. Inches slid in, stretching Tyler's jaw until it ached, the girth bulging his throat. Gags wracked him, tears streaming as Ron's balls—hairy, sweat-slick—smacked his chin. 'Deeper, bitch. Gag on daddy's cheesy meat.' The crew filmed close-ups, Mike zooming on the drool bubbling out, Luis capturing Tyler's flushed face. Ron's hips bucked harder, the dirty shaft pistoning, smegma dissolving into a slimy froth that dripped down Tyler's chin onto his chest. After minutes of brutal face-fucking, Ron pulled out with a wet pop, his cock now slick and semi-hard, cheese residue clinging to Tyler's lips. 'Bend over the bed, ass up. Time to pop that cherry.' Tyler scrambled onto the mattress, trembling, briefs ripped down to expose his smooth, pink hole—virgin tight, untouched. Ron rummaged in the duffel, grabbing lube and the largest condom they had, extra-thick magnum size. He slathered his cock, the rubber straining as he rolled it on, the latex creaking over the veined length. But it barely fit, the tip peeking out, material taut. 'Please... be gentle. I'm scared,' Tyler whimpered, face buried in the sheets. Ron snorted, spitting on his hole before jamming two thick fingers in dry. Tyler yelped, the intrusion burning like fire, his ring clenching futilely. Ron twisted them roughly, scissoring to stretch, adding a third without warning—knuckles deep, probing the walls until Tyler sobbed. 'Tight as fuck. Gonna wreck this boypussy.' He yanked his fingers free, positioned the head at Tyler's pucker, and shoved. The breach was agony. The condom-sheathed cockhead popped past the rim, tearing a scream from Tyler as three inches sank in. 'Stop! It's ripping me!' But Ron gripped his hips, fat fingers digging bruises, and thrust harder—half his length burying in one go, the girth splitting Tyler's ass wide. Blood welled immediately, the virgin hole resisting the invasion, micro-tears forming from the sheer size. Ron pulled back slightly, the condom slick with red streaks, then rammed forward again, bottoming out with a grunt. Tyler's body jerked, ass clenching in pain, the burn radiating through his core. 'Fuck, you're bleeding already, kid. Take daddy's fat cock.' Ron set a merciless pace, hips slamming forward, his belly slapping Tyler's back with wet thuds. Each plunge dragged against the torn walls, blood lubricating the slide but amplifying the raw friction. Tyler clawed the mattress, crying out, 'It hurts too much! Pull out—please!' The condom stretched thinner with every thrust, latex groaning under the strain. Ron's cheesy cock—now buried deep—pounded Tyler's prostate, forcing unwanted sparks of pleasure amid the torment, his own dick leaking onto the sheets. Sweat poured off Ron, dripping onto Tyler's skin, mixing with the metallic scent of blood. The crew cheered softly, cameras rolling. Deeper in, Ron's rhythm turned feral, grunting like an animal. On a particularly vicious thrust—full force, balls-deep—the condom gave with a sharp snap. Tyler felt it: the sudden bare heat, the loss of barrier, Ron's raw skin grinding directly against his ravaged insides. 'What— the condom broke! Stop, you're bare!' Ron laughed, a deep belly rumble, not slowing. 'Oops. Guess you're getting daddy's load raw now.' He pinned Tyler's shoulders down, fucking harder, the broken latex shreds scraping inside. Blood squelched with each pump, Tyler's hole gaping wider, torn edges inflamed and bleeding freely down his thighs. 'No, no—cum outside! I don't want it!' Tyler begged, voice breaking into sobs, but Ron's weight crushed him, cock swelling thicker bare. The orgasm hit Ron like a freight train. He roared, slamming balls-deep, and unloaded—thick ropes of cum blasting into Tyler's guts, hot and forceful. Pulse after pulse, flooding the battered channel, overflowing to mix with blood in pinkish drips. Ron ground in, milking every drop, his cheesy seed marking the virgin deep. Tyler shuddered, his body betraying him with a weak spurt of his own cum, ass milking involuntarily around the invading shaft. Ron pulled out with a obscene slurp, a gush of cum and blood following, Tyler's hole twitching open, unable to close—puffy, wrecked, leaking steadily. He curled up, weeping, ass throbbing in fire. 'Cut? Nah, keep rolling,' Vance said, grinning. 'Crew, you earned a bonus. Gangbang the twink—bareback only. Poz that boy good.' Tyler froze, eyes widening in horror. 'What? No— I didn't sign up for this! Stop the cameras!' But Mike and Luis were already stripping, cocks hard and out—Mike's seven inches cut and veined, Luis's thicker with a curve. The sound guy, a lean twink named Alex, joined, his dick average but eager. Even Vance unzipped, revealing a modest shaft. Ron stepped back, stroking his spent cock, watching. They swarmed him. Mike grabbed Tyler's arms, pinning them behind his back, while Luis flipped him onto his stomach, knees shoved wide. 'Please... no more. It hurts so bad—I'm bleeding!' Tyler cried, thrashing weakly. Luis spat on his cock and rammed in bare, no prep—the cum-slick hole offering little resistance but reigniting the agony. 'Shut up and take it, slut. We're all poz—gonna load you up.' He fucked rough, hips pistoning, cock churning the mess inside, blood and cum frothing out. Tyler screamed, tears soaking the mattress, begging, 'Stop! I'll do anything—just stop!' But Mike forced his cock into Tyler's mouth, face-fucking him while Luis pounded his ass. The thrusts were brutal—Luis's balls slapping the torn rim, drawing fresh blood, each plunge tearing deeper. Alex knelt beside, jerking off onto Tyler's back, then swapped with Luis, his slimmer dick sliding in easier but no less vicious, hammering the prostate until Tyler's cries muffled around Mike's shaft. They rotated relentlessly. Vance took a turn in Tyler's ass, gripping his hair and yanking his head back as he thrust—short, angry jabs that made Tyler's body jolt. 'Cry all you want, kid. This is the industry.' Cum leaked from every load: Luis first, grunting as he bred deep, hot seed joining Ron's. Then Alex, whining as he unloaded, pulling out halfway to let some splatter Tyler's cheeks before shoving back in. Mike flipped Tyler over, legs hooked over shoulders, and drilled down—bare cock spearing the bloody hole, making Tyler arch and sob, 'Mercy... please, it burns! I'm gonna break!' Vance finished last, barebacking with clinical efficiency, flooding Tyler's guts while choking him lightly on the neck. 'One more for the road.' Cum overflowed, pooling under Tyler's ass, the ring swollen to twice its size, raw and lacerated, blood trickling in steady rivulets. The men were poz—viral loads high, intentional breeders in this underground scene—ensuring Tyler's infection with every bare thrust and deposit. Finally, they stepped back, zipping up, laughing as Tyler lay wrecked—body shaking, face streaked with tears and spit, ass a ruined, gaping wound leaking a cocktail of cum, blood, and shame. 'Good take. Kid, you're hired if you want round two,' Vance said, tossing a wad of cash that bounced off Tyler's thigh. The cameras stopped, lights dimmed, but the pain didn't. Tyler curled fetal, sobs wracking him, the warmth inside turning to dread. Days later, the test confirmed it: positive, poz from the raw gang load. Scars etched his hole—physical tears healing slow, psychological ones festering. In quiet moments, the memories replayed: the cheese, the break, the endless begging ignored. Broken, bred, forever changed.

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

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So it’s official. Two decades of bareback sex and taking loads started in January of 2006. I’ve taken raw on a few occasions prior. Mainly in the late 90s am it started once at the fire island nice beach of all places. Then once in a county park and a couple of times with an handsome Asian guy. We bagged it but I let him after the condom broke. No never came in me. Then 2000 I bottomed for a guy who broke the condom and came all over my ass. He said he might have gotten some inside me and btw he was hiv positive and didn’t start ART yet. Yikes! I ended seeing a specialist in NYC and did PEP for a month. In cash. It was super expensive and I was scared beyond belief. I bagged it the next 5 years. With the right top, cock size and lube it was great. But that was rare. It usually hurt like hell or I was paranoid the condom would break. Then I started reading about how barebacking is getting popular and you could sero-sort. The seed was planted. So 2005 comes and I’m having guys tease me before strapping up or have them pull out and blow all over my ass and it was hot. I loved the way it felt. Sometimes I’d just get dressed and not clean up just t soak my clothes for the trip home. Then Jan 2 2026 came along. I thought we were open at work but we were closed. Stupid me went in for nothing. So on the way home I stopped at an adult theater that was open in the morning. There were just me and like 2 other guys. This older guy was rock hard (Viagra) and was after me so we go into a dark corner and he has me blow him. As I’m blowing him he puts me in a headlock of sorts and a bottle of rush under my nose. I fought it at first but then it hit and bam, hooked just like that. Eventually he starts playing with my ass which felt really good from the poppers. So he’s living me up and starting to push in when I realize he’s not wrapped. So right then and there I said fuck it, I’m playing bare. I told him to pull out when he was close. He never came but the damage was done. I’m doing raw now on. So for the next few weeks I do just that. But the anxiety was getting to me. Then in another, much smaller adult, theater I watched this guy that I’ve seen around and jerked off with and blew a little playing with this other guy. He gets the other guy completely nude on the couch and fucks him raw. I never knew he did that so it was hot. When he was ready he said to the bottom “on you or in you?” The bottom said in and he breeded him. By their expressions it was so natural and stress free. The top wake t to use the bathroom while the bottom got dressed. We were the only 3 in the place. I asked him are you worried and he said no. He said the top said he’s neg and eventually it’s going to happen anyway and might as well enjoy it. That stuck with me. Reminds me of that Grateful Dead song. So, bottom leaves and the top comes back in and we make small talk and he’s hard again so blow him a little then drop my pants and get in the couch doggy. He jumps right up and lines me up with his spit and plunges in raw. It was amazing. The poppers and this weight off my shoulders was like gone. He’s getting close and I’m really close. On you or in you he says. I hesitate and he’s ready to blow and I chicken out at the last second and say on so he blows all over my gaping hole. I come instantly. He apologized saying he started to show as I said “on” so I got a little inside. I said no worries since my hole was drenched anyway and next time you don’t have to pull out or ask. I go back the next day at the same time and he’s there. I ask was the place busy and he said not at all and that he was hoping I’d show. We wast no time getting at it and I’m in position again and he’s close and asks again “on or in?” I reply in and never ask again and he bred me. It felt so good, natural and right. I was never going back after that. That late afternoon he bred me 2 more times. He fucked me at least 2 or more times a week for the next year before he found out he had it. I didn’t and still don’t. We still play to this day though the loads are less with age. In fact he was in me last week. I had taken a load from another guy we both knew and he’s like let me stir it up and tear you up. So I’ve been playing raw and being bred ever since. Have I had bagged since? Of course. I’m not turning down a good time and usually they dude leaves the bag and I still get the load. I’m a totally too. My body count could fill up a broadway theater and my load count would be a 2 or 3 night engagement. People say I’m nice looking but I don’t think so. People do say they love breeding my hole and I finally figured out that’s why I’ve been put on this earth. So for the last year I’ve been upping the ante and this year is no exception. At some point soon I’m going to slow down. I also want to breed a little more often and even though I know I’m gay, I started off life straight ish and have been with a few, very few women. I never bred one in the ass though so I hope I could experience that someday. And soon after that just stop. It’s been a good run being a free use cum dump bottom. A lot of good guys I’ve known never got the chance to be to be their true selves or even just be because of hiv. So that’s my story if you hung around this long, thanks for reading this. It’s my validation for now that I did do this and I do exist. If we hooked up on purpose or anonymously thanks for the ride.

Back home, the days blurred into a monotonous routine—work, errands, quiet evenings alone in the house that still echoed with memories of my late husband. But Karl lingered in every corner of my mind, his touch a ghost on my skin, his voice a whisper in my ear. I missed him fiercely, the ache settling deep in my chest like a bruise that wouldn't fade. We bridged the distance with daily video calls, our faces lighting up screens across the ocean. 'God, I need to feel you again,' he'd say, his eyes dark with hunger, describing in hushed tones how he'd pin me down and fuck me slow, his cock grinding deep until I begged. I'd stroke myself for him, matching his rhythm on camera, our moans syncing despite the lag. 'Soon,' I'd promise, cum spilling over my fist as he unloaded on his end, both of us panting, connected in that raw, digital intimacy. Jax, Tomas, and Lukas popped up sporadically in my inbox—quick texts checking in, sharing laughs about old times. Mostly clean, friendly banter, but every so often, a flash of heat: Jax reminiscing about how my ass clenched around his shaft during that wild night, Tomas teasing about the way I'd sucked him dry while Lukas watched. It stirred memories, made my cock twitch, but it was Karl who owned my desires, his absence the loudest. Exactly 34 days after his last thick load had flooded my ass in that airport washroom, I dragged myself home from work, bone-tired in a way that went beyond the usual grind. My body felt heavy, off-kilter, like I'd run a marathon in my sleep. By bedtime, the fever hit hard—skin burning, chills rattling my teeth, aches throbbing in every muscle. Night sweats soaked the sheets, leaving me shivering and drenched. I knew it instantly, deep in my gut: seroconversion. My body was fighting, accepting the virus, that 'love bug' Karl and I had whispered about in our most vulnerable moments. Curled under the covers, I prayed it was his—his unmedicated seed taking root, binding us eternally. 'Let it be you,' I murmured into the dark, tears mixing with sweat on my pillow. It took four agonizing days to claw my way back—fever breaking, strength returning in fits and starts. I hauled myself to the clinic for testing, the sterile air doing nothing to calm the storm inside. Eight days after the symptoms started, my phone rang mid-afternoon: the clinic, summoning me for the evening results. My heart hammered as I sat in the waiting room, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Thoughts flooded me—Karl's intense gaze locking with mine as he thrust deep, his cock pulsing, unloading rope after rope of his viral cum into my willing hole. The memory hit like lightning; my dick hardened instantly, straining against my pants, tenting obscenely to the left. I shifted, but it only made it worse, the fabric rubbing the sensitive head until pre-cum leaked, darkening the front. When my name was called, I stood, erection bobbing visibly as I walked the hallway, every eye in the room flicking toward the bulge. Let them stare, I thought, a defiant thrill surging through me. In the office, the cute male nurse—lean, with sharp features and a knowing glint—handed over the envelope, his gaze dropping briefly to my crotch. He winked, smirking as he said, 'Congrats... or whatever this is for you.' I snatched the papers, pulse roaring: HIV positive. All STIs negative. A raw, animalistic sexual energy ignited along my spine, electric and primal, making my balls tighten and my cock throb harder. This was it—confirmation of the change, the mark of passion's price, and I felt alive, potent, desired in a way that bordered on feral. I bolted home, hands shaking as I dialed Karl on video. His face appeared, concern etching his brow until I held up the results, voice breaking. 'It's positive. I'm seroconverted.' His eyes widened, then softened with a mix of relief and fierce love. 'Fuck... is it mine?' he breathed, leaning closer to the screen. 'I hope so. God, I hope your body's carrying me now, my load making you mine forever.' Tears pricked my eyes as I nodded, the infinity necklace he'd given me—warm against my chest—suddenly heavier, a symbol come alive. 'It's you, Karl. I feel it. Your cum, your love, flowing through me.' The call turned heated fast, emotion fueling the fire. 'Show me,' he demanded, voice husky. I stripped, cock springing free, rock-hard and leaking. He did the same, his thick shaft already rigid, veins pulsing. We synced up, hands flying over our lengths, eyes never leaving each other. 'Remember how I fucked you that last time?' he growled, stroking faster. 'Bent over, my face in your hair, slamming in deep—no resistance, just your ass swallowing me whole.' I moaned, thumb circling my slit. 'Yes, filling me with your seed. Now it's part of me, changing me.' He groaned, pre-cum beading at his tip. 'Jerk that positive cock for me. Shoot your first load knowing you're mine inside.' The words pushed me over—orgasm crashing through, cum erupting in thick arcs across my stomach, my body arching as I cried his name. He followed seconds later, ropes splattering his chest, our releases mirroring the bond we'd forged. We panted, whispering 'I love you's, the screen blurring with happy tears. The next days blurred with follow-ups—more bloodwork, an appointment with the infectious disease specialist. She laid it out straight: viral load at 986,000, CD4 count holding at 524. 'We can start ART right away,' she offered, sliding over the prescription. But I shook my head, mind already on the red-eye flight I'd booked. 'I'm heading to Munich tonight. Two weeks with my partner.' She nodded, understanding flickering in her eyes. 'Be safe. Come back after to start meds.' The plane touched down in Munich under a starry sky, exhaustion from the overnight flight melting away as I spotted Karl in arrivals. He pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his chest, lips claiming mine in a kiss that tasted of homecoming and hunger. 'You're here,' he murmured, hand sliding down to grip my ass possessively. 'And you're mine—body and soul.' We tumbled into his apartment, clothes shedding in a frenzy. He pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs wide, his mouth descending to lick and suck at my hole, tongue probing deep as if tasting his own essence still lingering. 'Gonna fuck you raw, every day for two weeks,' he promised, rising to align his cock. He entered me slow, savoring the slide, our eyes locked like that first emotional time. 'Feel me? This is us, forever now.' I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, moans spilling as he thrust with sensual rhythm—long, grinding strokes that hit every nerve. Sweat slicked our skin, bodies moving in perfect sync, his hands roaming, pinching nipples, gripping hips. 'Love you,' I gasped, clenching around him as pleasure built. He sped up, pounding harder, balls slapping wetly. 'Cum inside me again, Karl. Mark me more.' With a roar, he buried deep, flooding my ass with hot spurts, his release triggering mine—cock untouched, spurting between us. We collapsed, tangled and sated, his head on my chest, fingers tracing the necklace. 'No more distance,' he whispered. 'We'll figure it out—meds, moves, whatever. You're my heart.' I kissed his hair, peace settling over the passion. In his arms, the future felt possible, our love a virus that healed as much as it bound. Two weeks stretched ahead—endless nights of fucking, laughing, loving—proof that some connections transcended borders, risks, and even time. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ These stories are based on true events. Names remain the same as well. I have added erotica for buddies to imagine their own potential conversion and relieve a thick load in my name. I lost my husband in a ski accident. In the hospital last moments, his hand in my hand, I had promised him that I would take care of his parents until their death. I can still feel his grateful eyes falling into eternal sleep. He passed away holding my hand. My promise to him kept me going every day losing interest in everything except his memories and his parents. I was unable to move on however, Karl ignited the flame back inside me. I had his parents blessing had I chosen to be with Karl. My heart wanted to be with Karl but my logic stopped me from breaking my promise. Finally my promise won and I decided against anything long term with Karl since I couldn't move with him to Munich. Karl is a successful engineer in Munich and given his position, starting a new life in Canada was detrimental to his professional career. We met every year except two years of COVID. He stayed single waiting for me however, I encouraged him to find a partner. He now has a cute partner. Karl told him everything about me and his partner is quite understanding that he gave us the space whenever I visited Karl. His partner told me that he was knowingly and happily sharing Karl with me who was suppose to belong to me. I feel so much happy for Karl that he was having a loving, caring and understanding partner. Karl is now undetectable. He is getting married to his partner on 14 Feb 26 which is my birthday as well. I am one of his partner's groomsman (or Should I say bridesmaid). Jax is still single and on numerous occasions, have asked me bluntly to be his since I was moving on with Karl. Jax is very innocent. He would never understand what Karl and I had between us. He is a succesful financier and still on Munich/Berlin party circuit. He too is now undetectable. Tomas and Lukas are car mechanics and now a couple with a garage. However, they are in an open relation and enjoys a young ass between them either together or by themselves. That leaves me, still single, stuck between my love. my promise and my obligation towards him and my potential long term second love, Karl who I have let gone physically but have locked him deep inside my memories alongside my dead husband and his memories. While I am sure you will vicariously enjoy my beautiful conversion, I would like to end by saying we as a community have moved on from the outright discrimination and AIDS crisis and have rebound back with force. We still face discrimination even if it is subtle, non-acceptance and threats from outside the community. It is not the time to give up on the progress we have made as a community because the external threats are too powerful and dangerous. Hence ignorance is not bliss anymore. Learn and educate about HIV, STIs, ART, U=U, Prep, DoxyPep and please don't discriminate against someone's HIV status. A polite NO is enough to maintain dignity and respect. At the end of the day, Love has no gender. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

The morning light filtered through the hotel curtains, casting a warm glow over our tangled bodies. I woke to Karl's arm draped possessively over my waist, his breath hot against my neck. My ass still ached from the night before, slick with the remnants of his previous loads, but the hunger between us reignited instantly. He stirred, his thick cock pressing hard against my cheeks, already throbbing with need. 'Good morning, beautiful,' he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and desire. His hand slid down, fingers parting my cheeks, finding my hole wet and ready. I arched back into him, gasping as he teased my rim with slow circles. 'Fuck, you're soaked for me already.' I turned my head, capturing his lips in a deep kiss, our tongues tangling as his fingers plunged inside me, stretching my hole open. 'Take me, Karl. Fill me again.' He growled low, positioning himself behind me, the head of his unmedicated cock nudging my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself balls-deep, his veined shaft splitting me wide. I cried out, the burn of his girth mixing with exquisite pleasure as he started pounding, hips slamming against my ass. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him with every stroke, his balls slapping my skin. 'God, your hole grips me so tight,' he groaned, leaning over to bite my shoulder lightly. Sweat beaded on our skin as he fucked me harder, the bed creaking under us. Emotions surged—love, fear of the risks, the raw connection that made this feel inevitable. 'I love how you take my cock, how you want my seed.' I pushed back, meeting his thrusts, my walls clenching around him. 'Cum in me, Karl. Breed me deep.' His pace faltered, then he drove in one last time, roaring as his cock pulsed, unloading thick ropes of his unmedicated load straight into my guts. Heat flooded me, his cum spilling hot and heavy, marking me from the inside. He didn't pull out, staying buried as he caught his breath, kissing my neck tenderly. 'That's one... but I need more of you.' We shifted, him rolling me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. His eyes locked on mine, filled with that deep affection that twisted my heart. He slid back in easily, my hole slick with his cum, and fucked me slow at first, savoring every inch. 'You're mine,' he whispered, thrusting deeper, his thumb rubbing my cock until I shattered around him, screaming his name as my orgasm ripped through me. He followed soon after, hips bucking wildly, pumping a second load even thicker than the first, his cum overflowing, dripping down my crack. We clung together, panting, his forehead against mine. 'I don't want this to end,' he said softly, vulnerability cracking his voice. Tears pricked my eyes; the separation loomed, but in that moment, we were everything. After showering—his hands lingering, soaping my chest and ass with gentle care—we dressed and headed down for brunch with the others. The hotel restaurant buzzed with Sunday morning chatter, the scent of coffee and bacon filling the air. Jax, Tomas, and Lukas were already at the table, grinning as we joined. Jax's eyes lingered on me a beat too long, a flicker of something intense in his gaze. Brunch passed in easy banter—stories of the night's escapades, laughter over shared secrets—but tension simmered beneath. As we finished, Jax caught my arm. 'Walk with me a sec?' He led me toward the lobby, away from the group. In a quiet corner, he pulled me close, his lips crashing onto my neck, sucking hard to leave a fresh love bite, the sting making me gasp. 'Missed this,' he breathed, his hand slipping under my waistband to cup my ass. Before I could respond, he tugged me into the disabled washroom nearby, locking the door with a click. The space was cramped, mirrors reflecting our urgency. 'Need you now,' he growled, yanking down my pants and spreading my cheeks. His cock was out in seconds—hard, leaking pre-cum—and he spun me against the sink, bending me over. He thrust in roughly, filling my cum-slick hole with one stroke, the mix of Karl's loads and his own desire making it filthy and perfect. 'Fuck, you're so wet,' he grunted, pounding fast and deep, his hands bruising my hips. The risk of getting caught heightened everything—my heart raced, hole clenching around him as he railed me. 'Take my load, just like that.' I bit my lip to stifle moans, pushing back, the slap of skin echoing softly. He buried his face in my hair, thrusting erratically before slamming home, his cock erupting, flooding me with hot spurts of his unmedicated cum. It mixed with Karl's inside me, warm and claiming. We straightened quickly, him pulling out with a wet pop, cum trickling down my thighs. I fixed my clothes, heart pounding, and we slipped out separately, rejoining the lobby without a soul noticing. Walking back to the restaurant, Jax's arm brushed mine, but his jaw was tight. 'I found you first at that bar, you know. Thought we'd have more time. But Karl... he got two nights with you, and I just got scraps.' His voice held hurt, jealousy sharpening his words. I stopped, turning to him, my hand on his chest. 'Jax, I loved your fucks, your loads—they were intense, made me feel alive. But... I've started feeling something deeper for Karl. It's not about the sex; it's him. This pull I can't ignore.' He searched my eyes, pain flashing before he nodded, forcing a smile. 'Yeah, I get it. Just... hurts a bit.' It was my last day; checkout by 1 PM loomed. After brunch, the others headed out, but Karl stayed, his hand in mine as we returned to the room. The door barely closed before he pinned me against it, kissing me fiercely, tongues battling with desperate hunger. 'One last time,' he whispered, stripping me bare, his mouth devouring my chest, sucking nipples until I whimpered. He lifted me, carrying me to the bed, laying me down gently despite the fire in his eyes. 'I love you,' he confessed, voice breaking as he entered me slowly, inch by inch, our eyes locked. Emotions poured out—tears on my cheeks, his thumb wiping them away—as he fucked me with long, deep strokes, his cock dragging against my walls. 'Cum with me,' he urged, and I did, shattering around him, pulling him over the edge. His first load of the session gushed deep, hot and endless, his body trembling. No pause—he kept thrusting through it, building again, faster now, our bodies slick with sweat. 'More for you,' he panted, hips snapping, balls tightening. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him deeper. 'Fill me, Karl. All of you.' He groaned, slamming in, unleashing a second load back-to-back, cum overflowing, sealing our connection. We collapsed, entwined, whispering promises amid sobs. Checkout was bittersweet. In the lobby, I hugged Tomas and Lukas goodbye. They pulled me close, their hands sneaking to squeeze my ass, fingers probing briefly. 'Damn, you're loose as hell now,' Tomas chuckled, Lukas adding, 'Karl did a number on you—fucked you the most, lucky bastard.' They laughed, light-hearted, as I blushed, waving them off. Jax stepped up last, his embrace tight. He nuzzled my neck, sucking another love bite into the skin, harder this time, the pain mirroring the ache in his eyes. I saw it—the rejection stinging, knowing my heart leaned toward Karl, our encounters just physical fireworks. 'Take care,' he murmured, voice thick, pulling away with forced casualness. Karl and I grabbed my bags, calling a taxi to the Montreal airport. The downtown drive was long, but he insisted on coming, his hand squeezing mine. 'Can't let you go alone.' Tears welled as we slid into the back seat, me cuddling against his side, head on his shoulder. The city blurred by as we talked—raw, honest—about the seroconversion risk. 'It's impossible to know whose load will stick, whose love I'll carry forever,' I said softly, tracing his jaw. 'But I hope it's yours, Karl. That your seed changes me, binds us.' He kissed my forehead. 'Whatever happens, you're in my heart. Promise you'll tell me if your status changes—first thing.' I nodded, voice choked. 'I will. No secrets.' The vulnerability hung heavy, our fingers laced, the unmedicated risks we'd embraced now a thread tying us across distance. Before the airport, he pulled a small package from his pocket—a delicate necklace with a pendant shaped like an infinity symbol. 'For you,' he said, fastening it around my neck. 'I slipped out yesterday. Don't feel bad; seeing you wear it is enough.' My eyes swelled, tears spilling. He cupped my face, kissing me softly. 'And if you seroconvert... that'd be the best gift. Means I'm with you forever, in your blood, your body.' We reached the airport, the farewell ripping at me. I checked my luggage quickly, then we found a quiet corner. Three hours until my flight—time stretched agonizingly. We sat close, his arm around me, stealing kisses, hands wandering under clothes for stolen touches. 'This isn't goodbye,' he whispered, but the pain in his eyes said otherwise, mirroring my own heart's ache as the clock ticked down.

The night continues.......... I stagger back into the main bar area, the roar of music and chatter slamming into me like a second high. My ass throbs with a delicious ache, Jax's cum still leaking warmly down my inner thighs, soaking into the denim as I pull my jeans up fully. The sticky mess clings, a secret reminder of my surrender, making every step a teasing friction against my sensitive rim. My face flushes, body buzzing from the poppers and the illicit thrill, cock half-hard and twitching at the memory of that thick shaft splitting me open. I spot Jax at a high-top table near the edge of the dance floor, surrounded by three other guys—his crew, all rugged and built like him, laughing boisterously over pitchers of beer. They look like a pack of wolves, tattoos peeking from sleeves, easy grins that scream trouble. Jax sees me first, his eyes lighting up with predatory satisfaction. He waves me over, pulling out a stool with a foot. "There he is—my fresh convert," he says loud enough for his friends to hear, his German accent thickening with amusement. I slide onto the seat, thighs pressing together to hide the drip, but the way I wince draws chuckles from the group. Up close, they're all mid-30s, tanned from travel, with that backpacker vibe—faded shirts stretched over muscled chests, cargo shorts riding low on hips. One has a buzzcut and a scar on his lip; another sports a man-bun and piercings; the third is clean-shaven with a cocky smirk. All HIV positive, I had overheard Jax muttering earlier, on a medical break from treatments back home, turning their Canadian backpacking trip into a raw, uninhibited adventure. "This is the guy I was telling you about," Jax announces, slapping my back hard enough to jolt me forward. "Tight as fuck, took me like a champ in the hallway. You should see his hole now—gaping and greedy for more." The friends lean in, beers in hand, eyes raking over me with blatant interest. The buzzcut one, Lukas, grins wolfishly. "Jax's cum is potent stuff, ja? One load and you're hooked. Bet your ass is already craving round two—milking him dry like a pro bottom." I flush deeper, but the words send a fresh spurt of precum into my skimpy briefs, my rim clenching around the phantom fullness. Man-bun guy, Tomas, passes me a fresh beer, his fingers lingering on mine. "Heard you were negative before. Not anymore, eh? Jax breeds deep—turns safe boys into cumsluts. We'd all love a turn, but he's claiming you tonight." The clean-shaven one, Karl, laughs, raising his glass. "To conversions! Your bottom skills must be killer to handle that beast bare. Jax's loads are legendary—thick and sticky, sealing the deal every time." They toast, the lewd banter flowing as freely as the drinks, their flirting a constant press—hands brushing my arm, knees bumping mine under the table, comments laced with heat about how I'd look bent over for the group, Jax's seed marking me as off-limits at least for now. The whiskey and beer loosen me further, the group's energy pulling me in. Jax's arm drapes over my shoulders possessively, his breath hot on my neck. "Stay with me tonight? My hotel's a dump—shared room with these pigs. Yours got space?" I nod eagerly, the plan forming amid the haze: he'll crash at my spot for two nights, fucking me senseless after dark, while days blur into hangs with his crew—sightseeing, beers, whatever. They cheer the idea, Lukas winking. "Don't wear him out too much, Jax. Save some for brunch tomorrow—we'll see how well he walks after your potent cum works its magic." Hours slip by in a blur of shots and stories—tales of their German roots, wild nights across Europe, the freedom of their med break letting them fuck raw without a care. My ass twitches under the table, the cum shifting inside my, a constant tease. Finally, Jax hauls me up, kissing me rough in front of them. "Time to breed him proper," he growls, and they whoop as I stumble out into the night, his hand firm on my waist, guiding me to my nearby hotel. The door clicks shut behind me, the room's dim lamp casting shadows over the king bed and adjoining bathroom. Jax wastes no time, stripping us both with efficient yanks—my shirt over my head, jeans kicked off to reveal the cum-streaked thighs and my still-swollen hole, puffy and slick. His cargos hit the floor, cock springing free again, already rigid and leaking, the veins pulsing like they remember my grip. He grabs the poppers from his pocket, tossing my clothes aside. "Shower first—clean you up just to dirty you again." I follow him into the steamy confines, water cascading hot over our bodies as he soaps my back, fingers probing my crack. The once-bred ass and his potent cock awaken in the humid air, their voices a sultry echo in my mind, building on the hallway seduction with renewed hunger. MY ASS (my hole, still tender from the first load, a husky whisper rippling through my cheeks as water streams down, the rim fluttering under Jax's probing finger): You're back... I can feel you swelling already, that familiar heat pressing close. Your first cum's still deep in me, warm and sticky, changing everything. But I'm greedy now—bred once, wanting more of your potent gift. HIS COCK (Jax's shaft, bobbing under the spray, voice a deep rumble vibrating through the water, the head nudging my soapy cleft): Missed this mancunt. Look at you, loose from my load, begging for seconds. I'll fuck you clean in here, then fill you fuller. Poppers first—Jax is uncapping now. Snort deep; it'll make the water feel like lube, open you wide for my slide. Jax presses the bottle to my nose amid the steam; I inhale sharply, the rush hitting with the heat, muscles melting as he bends me forward against the tile. His cockhead catches my entrance, slick with soap and his precum, pushing in with a wet squelch. The stretch reignites the burn-pleasure, my walls yielding eagerly around his girth, the veins scraping fresh paths. MY ASS (yielding to the thrust, inner muscles clenching wetly, voice moaning under the water): Yes—breaching again, so thick in the steam. Guide me through it; how's this breed different, with your cum already coating me? HIS COCK (sinking deep, hips snapping forward to hilt me against the wall, tone commanding as water splashes): Deeper this time—mixing loads, making it stick. Feel me grind your spot? Each pump stirs my seed inside, prepping for the new flood. Poppers signal: huff as I ramp up; keeps you relaxed for the pound. He thrusts steadily, the shower amplifying the slaps of skin, my cock hardening against the cool tile as his balls smack my taint. Another hit of poppers loosens me further, turning the fuck into a slippery frenzy. My ass milks him, the dialogue fracturing into gasps. MY ASS (bouncing on the pistoning length, voice keening): Harder—stir it all! Your potency's building, swelling me. HIS COCK (throbbing near release, voice growling): Take the second load—blasting now, sealing you tighter! He erupts with a grunt, ropes of hot cum joining the first, overflowing to swirl down the drain. My cum untouched, spurting against the wall, body shuddering. Jax pulls out, the water rinsing the excess, but my hole stays full, throbbing. Toweled dry, I collapse onto the sheets, Jax pouncing like a predator. He flips me onto my stomach, knees spreading my cheeks to expose the bred pucker, now red and glistening from the shower load. Poppers bottle on the nightstand, ready. The voices return, intimate in the quiet room. MY ASS (face-down, cheeks parted, voice muffled into the pillow, rim winking): Twice bred, but not enough—your cock's calling me again. I'm yours now, converted and craving. HIS COCK (pressing the damp head to my entrance, voice a low purr as it dimples the ring): Good boy—feel how I'm leaking already? This load's for owning you through the night. Poppers: Jax is holding it—inhale slow, let it sink in with me. The vapors flood me, ass blooming as he mounts and drives in balls-deep, the dual loads squelching around his shaft. He fucks prone-bone style, weight pinning me, cock grinding deep with long, deliberate strokes. MY ASS (impaled and rocking, walls fluttering): So full—your veins mapping me again. Tell me how this breed cements it. HIS COCK (thrusting rhythmically, balls dragging my skin): Mixing everything, flooding your core. Poppers keep the pace—snort when I say, turns pain to pure need. Mid-fuck, another hit amplifies the ecstasy, his pace turning brutal, bed creaking. I claw the sheets, prostate hammered, as he floods me third—no, second for the bed, but the count blurs in bliss. MY ASS (spasming): Cum—breed me deeper! HIS COCK (erupting): Full again—my potent seed claiming every inch! He collapses atop me, cock plugging the load, both drifting into sated sleep. Sunlight filters through curtains as Jax stirs, his morning wood rigid against my thigh. I wake to his hand spreading me, the night's cum crusted but my hole slick and ready. Poppers nearby, the dialogue ignites with dawn's freshness. MY ASS (morning-swollen, voice sleepy but eager): Again? Your cock's insatiable—three times now, but I need this final breed to start the day. HIS COCK (rising hard, tip tracing my crack): Morning loads hit different—fresh and thick. Poppers wake-up call: huff it, open for my ride. I snort, body igniting as he rolls me to my side, leg hooked over his hip for a lazy spoon-fuck. He slides in easy, the built-up seed lubing the way, thrusting slow-building to urgent. MY ASS (grinding back, voice husky): Yes—stir the night in me. How's this one seal the two nights? HIS COCK (pumping steadily, hand stroking my cock): Last for now—flooding you full before brunch. Poppers for the finish: inhale, milk me dry. The rush peaks with his, cum jetting hot as I spurt over his fist, sealing the marathon. We meet Jax's friends at a sunny café, legs shaky but ass humming with three loads. They smirk knowingly, Lukas sliding me a mimosa. "Looking bred, ja? Jax's potent cum got you glowing." Tomas winks. "Bottom skills on point—walk us through the night?" Jax laughs, arm around me, as banter flows, plans for the day ahead in their flirty pack.

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.

Love the "Please + Thank you" - unique and polite! I would definitely load a man up if I saw that. The other ones are pretty hot, too

I don't think you did anything wrong at all. I also think the presence of his friends there in the same building may have to do something with his reaction. I've often heard that we spend our time in high school (and from what you describe he is pretty close to that age) trying to fit in, and the rest of our lives trying to stand out. He may still be in that trying to fit in stage and more worried about what his friends would think while simultaneously trying to find way to be a slut like I think he probably wants to be. I wouldn't be surprised if you see him there again very soon. If you do, try to be the helpful mentor that many of us never got growing up. Talk to him if you can, ask if you did anything wrong, listen to him and don't be too surprised if it ends up being him apologizing to you for acting like a scared little kitten. It's sometimes hard to remember what it's like to be that age after living a life and having the hindsight of a lived life. Try to remember all of those things that we all go through at his age which seemed monumental back then but we barely remember now.

Wow, hot as all get out.

I love drinking from the tap.

Hubby and are 100% out and OPEN, but live in a urban neighborhood in NE ATL that is largely made up of straight, young families. Our next door neighbors are a prime example. The Dad of 2 awesome young children and a sexy ass wife is incredibly sexy — he is about 40 years old and works out constantly. He always engages me in conversations when we are both working in the yard, etc., too. I THINK he has even discretely watched me have sex in my pool and back patio from his 2nd floor deck, but generally comes across as shy. Regardless, I would love to be his secret bottom slut any time he needs a side piece — but without risking the ‘neighborhsip’ or freaking him out. Has anyone done this successfully? Any, tips for opening things up with him without scaring him off? Thanks!!!

Since truck stop glory holes don’t count lol, Club San Diego. My dad just moved to the neighborhood so decided to “check it out” lol. Got some good dick and visited my dad more often than anticipated 😈

I just had one of the best sex experiences of my life. I'd been horny for a cock in my ass since morning, so I was on Grindr. Around 1 p.m., I contacted a very sexy top (big dick, athletic body, lots of tattoos). We arranged to meet at 3:45 p.m., so at 3 p.m. I wanted to confirm, and he told me that another bottom had just left him and that he was already empty, so we had to reschedule. I was super pissed. I started browsing profiles, but it was hard to find anyone in particular (since I can't invite them over, I was looking for someone with a place to stay). I didn't succeed, but I did connect with a super sexy 50-year-old guy with a 8-inch dick who wanted to meet up. I had to have him, so I decided to book a hotel. I got to the hotel, got ready, applied some oil, and waited. Finally, he let me know he was downstairs, so I went down to get him. We chatted for a while while he undressed. Then we started kissing passionately. Then I sucked his cock, licked each other's assholes, and finally I got on top of him. I rode for a while, and we switched to doggy style. At first, he fucked me slowly, and then he asked if I was ready. I said yes. He started pounding me harder than I had in a long time, and finally he asked if I was ready for his load. I moaned and begged him for it, and he pissed inside me. He immediately started licking my cleft and told me to shoot his load into my mouth. Then we kissed, cum dripping from my ass.

As I approach 6th conversion anniversary, I present you with my conversion story. My stories are based on true events however, I try to add erotica. In my story while I am running through emotions of my conversion, I am imagining if my negative ass and his positive cock were to come alive........... The seeds of my conversion were laid in a gay bar The gay bar pulses with raw, unfiltered energy, a throbbing den of desire where the night air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat, spilled beer, and the faint, musky tang of arousal. Bass from the speakers vibrates through the sticky wooden floor, syncing with the rapid heartbeats of the crowd packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Strobe lights cut through the haze like knives, flashing over bare torsos glistening under the dim glow, hips grinding in shameless rhythm on the dance floor. Men of all builds—lean twinks, beefy bears, smooth jocks—press close, hands roaming freely, lips brushing necks, crotches bumping with deliberate intent. It's a place where inhibitions dissolve, where the line between flirtation and fuck blurs into oblivion. I sat at the scarred oak bar, a fit guy in your mid-20s with a slim, athletic frame honed from gym sessions and runs along the beach. My dark brown hair is tousled just right, falling over my forehead in a way that screams approachable yet fuckable. I am dressed to tease: a fitted black shirt that hugs my defined pecs and narrow waist, unbuttoned enough to show a hint of smooth chest. Below, snug jeans cling to my thighs like a second skin, the denim molding over the firm curve of my bubble butt and the subtle bulge of my cock, which twitches occasionally as the club's vibe seeps into me. I've ordered a whiskey neat, the amber liquid burning down my throat as I sip, trying to play it cool. But inside, a storm brews. I've always been the safe one—condoms, regular tests coming back negative. Tonight, though, something feral stirs. The whiskey warms my belly, loosening the knot of caution, whispering temptations of risk, of letting go and getting lost in the heat. My eyes scan the room, drawn to the dance floor where bodies writhe like a living organism. A guy nearby laughs too loud, his hand sliding down his partner's back to squeeze an ass cheek possessively. I shift on the stool, feeling my own hole clench involuntarily, a phantom ache building. The bar's energy is infectious, pulling me in, making my skin prickle with anticipation. I've come here alone, telling myself it's just for a drink, but deep down, I crave connection—raw, unprotected, the kind that leaves marks. Across the crowded space, Jax locks eyes with me. He's in his mid-30s, rugged and commanding, with a build that speaks of hard labor or heavier lifts—broad shoulders straining a sleeveless gray tee, tattoos snaking up his thick arms, a salt-and-pepper beard framing a square jaw. His dark eyes smolder with confidence, scanning the room like a predator selecting prey. When his gaze lands on me, it sticks, raking over my body with blatant hunger. He smirks, the corner of his mouth quirking up, and jerks his head toward the shadowy back corridor—a dim hallway leading to who-knows-where, away from the main throng. My pulse hammers in my ears, louder than the music. My cock stiffens fully now, pressing insistently against the seam of my jeans, a damp spot forming where precum beads at the tip. I hesitate for a beat, glass halfway to your lips, but the pull is magnetic. I down the rest of the whiskey in one gulp, the fire spreading through my veins, and slide off the stool. Weaving through the press of hot, sweat-slicked bodies feels like wading into a sea of temptation. A hand brushes my ass accidentally—or not—as I pass, sending a jolt straight to my groin. The air grows thicker, charged with pheromones, every inhale filling my lungs with the promise of sex. Jax waits at the corridor's mouth, leaning against the wall with casual dominance, his muscular legs spread wide, crotch outlined prominently in his faded cargos. He doesn't speak, just nods once, and I follow, heart thudding as the club's roar fades behind me. The hallway swallows me whole, the noise muffling to a distant thump, replaced by the echo of my footsteps and ragged breaths. Graffiti scars the brick walls—crude drawings of cocks and asses, scrawled messages urging 'Fuck raw' and 'Breed me'. Dim bulbs flicker overhead, casting long shadows that dance like ghosts. Jax doesn't waste time. He spins me around, slamming my back against the cool, rough brick. His body pins mine, solid and unyielding, heat radiating from his skin like a furnace. I can smell him now—clean sweat mixed with cologne and something earthier, masculine. His crotch grinds into my hip, the hard ridge of his erection unmistakable, thick and insistent. "That ass," he growls low, lips grazing my ear, breath hot and laced with beer. "Been teasing me all night, swaying like it wants to be owned." His hands are everywhere—fingers digging into my hips, yanking me closer, one palm sliding up under my shirt to thumb a nipple. I gasp, arching into him, my own hands fumbling at his chest, feeling the hard slabs of muscle beneath. The danger thrills me; I overheard him earlier at the bar, bragging to a friend about his status—positive, on a medical break and hence potent in reality. It should scare me, but instead, it ignites a dark fire, making my hole twitch with forbidden need. Jax's mouth crashes onto mine, a bruising kiss all tongue and teeth, devouring me like he's starved. I kiss back hungrily, tasting salt and smoke, my cock throbbing painfully confined. His fingers hook into my belt loops, tugging my jeans down with rough efficiency. The zipper rasps, fabric pooling at my ankles along with my skimpy briefs. Cool air hits my bare skin, raising goosebumps, my erection springing free—seven inches of rigid flesh, curving upward, the head flushed and slick with precum. But Jax's eyes drop lower, to the prize: my plump cheeks framing a tight, pink pucker, the rim smooth and virginal in its untouched tightness, clenching shyly under his stare. He steps back just enough to free himself, shoving down his zipper with a metallic snick. His cock emerges like a weapon, a girthy nine-incher, the shaft thick as my wrist, ridged with bulging veins that pulse with his heartbeat. The mushroom head is a deep purple, swollen and weeping a steady stream of clear fluid, balls heavy and low-hanging below a nest of dark hair. It bobs aggressively, pointing at me like an accusation, the slit oozing more precum in invitation. I know what it carries—the virus, humming in his blood, ready to rewrite me. My knees weaken, ass cheeks flexing as if already feeling the invasion. Jax pulls a small brown bottle from his pocket, the label worn but unmistakable: poppers. He unscrews the cap with a grin that's all teeth and promise. "These are gonna make it good," he murmurs, voice a gravelly command. "Open you up wide, turn that tight ring into a hungry hole. Inhale when I tell you—deep hits, let it rush through you." He takes a snort first, eyes half-closing as the chemical high hits, his cock jerking visibly. Then he holds it under my nose. The sharp, vinegary scent invades my senses; I huff deeply, the vapors exploding in my brain like fireworks. My body melts, muscles loosening, blood rushing south as my rim softens, blooming slightly in readiness. In this fevered haze, the world narrows to the intimate space between our bodies. Reality bends, and my ass and his cock come alive—not in flesh, but in sultry, internal whispers that echo in my mind like a private duet, raw and intimate, heightening every sensation. They face off, his tip hovering inches from my entrance, tracing teasing circles on my inner thighs, building the tension to unbearable levels. HIS COCK (Jax's massive shaft, a deep, resonant baritone that rumbles through my core, the length flexing with each syllable, veins standing out as it inches closer, a fat drop of precum dangling from the slit): Look at you, tight little mancunt, all puckered and pink, clenching like you've been waiting for me your whole life. I've been trapped in these pants all night, watching that bubble butt grind against the bar stool, calling to me. Feel how hard I am? Throbbing, veins full of blood and more—I'm positive, loaded with my special gift, the kind that flips boys like you from safe and empty to wild and owned. Let me seduce you into it. Imagine my head pushing past that ring, bare and hot, stretching you wide till you're gasping. No rubber, just skin on skin, my precum leaking in first to tease what's coming. Then the flood—thick ropes of cum blasting deep, converting every cell, making you crave this rush forever. What's holding you back? That negative status? It's boring. Let me change you, make you mine. MY ASS (my eager hole, a breathy, vulnerable tenor that quivers from the cheeks, the rim fluttering shyly toward the approaching heat, inner walls tingling with nerves): Oh god, you're so close... I can feel the warmth radiating off you, that drip from your tip almost touching me. I've been negative forever, clenched tight against anything that could change me. Guys poke and prod, but I stay safe, locked up. But tonight... you're different. Huge, veined, pressing like you own the air between us. Why me? What makes you think I want your conversion? HIS COCK (nuzzling closer now, the broad head brushing my perineum, smearing a warm trail of slickness upward, voice dropping to a seductive purr, the shaft bobbing with restrained power): Because I see it in you—the way your cheeks tense when eyes linger, how your hole winks when you think no one's watching. Conversion? It's pure fire. I'll start slow, my crown dimpling that virgin ring, popping in with a burn that turns to bliss. Inch by veiny inch, I'll claim those velvet walls, dragging friction that lights up your nerves. You'll feel me pulse inside, leaking more precum to lube the way, priming you for the real change. But first, poppers—essential for this. They drop your defenses, make your muscles go slack so I can slide deep without fight. Jax is holding the bottle; snort now, deep and long. Let it hit you, melt that resistance. I snatch the vial from Jax's hand, pressing it to my nostril and inhaling sharply. The rush crashes over me like a wave—dizzying, euphoric, my vision spotting as heat floods my body. My ass relaxes instantly, the rim softening, parting slightly as if inviting entry. Jax chuckles, low and dark, his tip catching on the loosened edge, testing the give. MY ASS (blooming under the high, voice turning husky and needy, the pucker quivering openly now, pushing back instinctively): Fuck, the poppers... everything's spinning, so loose and electric. Your head's right there, teasing the edge. I... I'm seduced. That warmth, the promise—guide me through it. Show me how to take you, how the conversion works step by step. HIS COCK (pressing forward with intent, the flared crown dimpling my entrance firmly, tone shifting to firm instruction, the slit oozing steadily): That's my boy—poppers are key, keep you open and hungry. Now, relax and push out like you're bearing down. Feel that? My head breaching, stretching the ring wide. Good—grip me as I sink in. We're going slow; first few inches to let you adjust. Those veins of mine? They'll scrape your walls just right, building the heat. Conversion starts here—my precum seeping in, marking you from the inside. When I hit halfway, poppers again; it'll make the deeper stretch feel like heaven. The penetration begins with a sharp, delicious burn as Jax's cockhead forces past your sphincter, the muscle yielding with a slick pop. I cry out, the sound muffled against his shoulder as I clutch at his arms. Inch after thick inch follows, my walls stretching impossibly around his girth, the prominent veins dragging along sensitive nerves, sending sparks of pleasure-pain radiating outward. Jax rocks his hips gently, feeding more length, his hands spreading my cheeks wide for better access. The poppers' glow lingers, turning the fullness into a throbbing ecstasy, my prostate already brushing his shaft. MY ASS (yielding to the invasion, inner muscles fluttering around the buried length, voice a muffled whine of sensation): Shit, you're huge—splitting me open, those ridges pulling at me. It burns so good... guide me more. How deep now? When's the next poppers? HIS COCK (half-seated, pausing to throb inside me, the shaft pulsing rhythmically against my walls, voice steady and dominant): Halfway in, perfect—feel how your mancunt's hugging me, milking already? That's instinct, begging for the gift. I'm leaking deep now, that precum warming your core, starting the rewrite. Poppers signal: Jax is bringing the bottle—inhale deep as I push the rest. It'll loosen you further, let me bottom out without a hitch. Jax presses the open bottle to my face; I huff greedily, the fresh hit amplifying everything—the stretch, the heat, the illicit thrill. My body goes limp with bliss, ass opening voraciously. He surges forward with a grunt, burying the final inches until his balls press flush against my taint, the head nudging deep into my guts. Fullness consumes me, every vein mapped against my insides, my own cock leaking profusely onto the floor. MY ASS (fully impaled, walls clenching greedily, voice keening in overwhelmed pleasure): Yes—bottomed out, owning every bit of me. The poppers make it pulse so intense. Now what? How does the conversion build from here? HIS COCK (holding still to let me savor it, then withdrawing an inch before snapping back, setting a slow rhythm, tone possessive and guiding): Locked in now, that's the spot—feel my tip kissing your depths? Each pull and thrust pumps more of me into you, my fluids mixing with yours. Conversion's ramping up; the virus rides every stroke, cell by cell. Poppers keep it smooth—important for the pace, prevents clenching that could slow the absorption. When I pick up speed, huff again; it'll sync your body to the pounding, turn it into waves of need. Jax's hips begin to move in earnest, pulling out halfway before driving back in with controlled force. The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh fill the hallway—schlick, slap, my cheeks rippling from the impacts. Sweat beads on my skin, trickling down my back as he kneads my globes, fingers occasionally dipping to feel where his cock disappears inside me. My dick bobs untouched, precum stringing to the ground, the pressure coiling tighter in my balls. He slaps the bottle to my nose once more; I inhale, the rush hitting as his thrusts accelerate, turning the fuck into a relentless drive. MY ASS (bouncing on the pistoning shaft, rim gripping slickly with each withdrawal, voice fracturing into moans): Deeper—pound it! I feel you swelling, that hot leak turning my insides to fire. The poppers... they're everything, making me take you raw, absorb the change. HIS COCK (ramming harder now, balls smacking my skin with lewd pops, voice roughening with building climax): Fuck, you're tight and wet, sucking me in like you were made for conversion. Each slam delivers more—my seed's brewing, ready to flood and seal it. Poppers one more time: snort as I go full throttle. It'll drop you into the peak, let you milk every drop without holding back. The final hit surges through me, head swimming as Jax's pace turns brutal, hips blurring in a frenzy. His cock fattens inside, grinding my prostate mercilessly, the veins throbbing against my walls. My orgasm crashes first—body seizing, cock erupting in thick jets that splatter the brick wall, hole spasming wildly around him, pulling him deeper. MY ASS (convulsing in ecstasy, voice a shattered cry, sucking greedily): Cum now—flood me! Make the conversion stick, turn me positive and dripping! HIS COCK (exploding with a roar, shaft jerking as ropes of hot cum blast into my core, tone triumphant): Take it—spurt after spurt, painting you full! Converted, boy—my hole now, buzzing with the gift forever. He grinds through his release, cum overflowing, leaking down my thighs in warm rivulets. I slump against the wall, trembling, ass throbbing with the fresh, illicit warmth. Jax withdraws slowly, the wet pop echoing, his softening cock glistening with your combined fluids. He tucks himself away, pressing the poppers into my palm with a final smirk. "Hold onto these. You'll be back for more soon." He melts into the shadows, leaving me alone, fingers tracing the creamy drip from my hole, body humming with newfound hunger—no longer negative, but alive with craving. The hallway spins faintly as the poppers fade, but the fullness lingers, a promise of nights to come. I pull up my jeans, the fabric sticking to the mess, and stumble back toward the bar's lights, already next to Jax at the bar raising celebratory drink and making plans with him for the rest of the weekend.

Chapter 6 – All Things Must End Chapters 1 through 5 tell about my friend, Zak, setting up an abduction scene for me. I was blindfolded, stripped, and driven to an unknown location. There, I was thrown into a sling and had my ass expertly worked over. Zak is not ready to fist me while another stud fists Zak. Zak attacked my ass from a standing position so that the hairy guy could have easy access to his hole while he fisted me. He played around with my ass while the guy behind him worked his ass over. I could see how pleased he was to get his hole worked over and heard him grunt as the guy’s fist penetrated his hole. Zak let him work around in his ass before he returned attention to mine. Zak knows how I like it, but he had never played in my ass when it was this open and ready. He usually slides his hand in just past the wrist while twisting around, but my greedy hole swallowed his hand and pulled it into my ass. He looked up at me as his hand slid deeper and deeper into my ass. Obviously, he was also distracted by what was going on in his ass, so I figured I'd use his arm as my fuck toy. I hooked my feet around the uprights of the sling and started to work my body back and forth on his hand. He stood there, feeding me his fist while he was getting his ass worked over by the guy behind him. I stopped my movements, leaving him deep inside me, and reached for the poppers. Zak smiled at me as I uncapped the brown bottle. This time, they weren’t for me but were for him. I leaned down (fuck, that moved his hand thrillingly inside me!) and held one nostril closed while I put the bottle under his nose. One hit in each nostril, then a final snort through his open mouth, and he would be flying. I capped the bottle and laid back in the sling, ready to see Zak go ass crazy. The guy fisting him knew what to do once the poppers hit. He began to really work Zak’s hole. I could see Zak rocking back and forth as the guy delved deep into Zak’s ass. Of course, that movement caused a corresponding movement of the hand Zak had embedded in me. Zak then started to ride the guy’s fist. I could see that guy grinning up at me as Zak moved his body on the guy’s fist and kept working his hand in my ass too. We were all enjoying the ride. I looked over and saw the older guy was fucking the shaved guy while sucking the smooth young guy’s cock. We all had something going on with our cocks, asses, or mouths. This gave me an idea, which I proposed to the others. I wanted to do a fisting circle, where we were all fisting and getting fisted at the same time. It’d require some coordination, but it would be a lot of fun trying even if we didn’t succeed in making it happen. My ass was plugged with a toy, as was Zak’s. No need to waste our gapes. Then we started opening the other guys up. I went for the hairy guy who had been fisting Zak. Hairy asses are a favorite of mine, and I knew I’d enjoy it. The shaved guy told us that he was well opened from the fucking, and he started working over the guy who had been fucking him. That left Zak with the guy in his 30s. We played like this for a while. Poppers were snorted, and asses were opened. I really enjoyed shoving my paw into my guy’s hairy hole. It took some doing to get him opened up, but we made it happen. Once he was ready, I pulled my hand out of him, and we went over to the shaved guy, who was now embedded in the hairy guy’s ass. My guy slid his fist into the shaved guy's after a little bit of work. I guess he really was opened up from the fucking! I went in front of the guy being fisted by the shaved guy. He pulled the plug out of my ass and then slid his hairy hand inside. He had big hands, but they weren’t as big as the earlier guy. Soon, Zak and young guy joined us. At this point, we were fisting in a line. Zak, who was in the front, slid off the fist in him and moved to the back to fist the hairy guy. We played like this until our knees gave out and we all collapsed on the warehouse floor. It was covered in lube and sweat. This was going to be the end of the fun. The guy who owned the place sent us off to his bathroom, where we could shower up. They all got dressed, but my clothes were ruined from the abduction scene, so I rode back to Zak’s naked. He had some clothes there that I could wear home, but we first took a nap together to recover. I woke up when Zak’s cock was in my ass. He gave me a sweet load, then I dressed and drove home. It was an awesome night!

Chapter 5 – I Can See it All Chapters 1 through 4 detail a time when I was taken, somewhat unwillingly, to an unknown location. I was blindfolded and put in a sling, where a few guys have played in my ass. I just took a huge fist from a hairy guy, and he finished me off by putting a butt plug in my ass. “OK, we’re gonna take the blindfold off.” The blindfold was removed. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust, but I saw five guys there, all naked or nearly so. Zak was there, grinning at me. There was a guy I’d put in his 30s, mostly smooth, with a nice, long, uncut cock. Another guy was probably in his 50s with a hairy chest and ass. His cock was shorter and thick. He might have been the one who fed me his load on the way here. Another guy was probably in his 50s too, with a nice, shaved body and cock. The last guy must have been the one who fisted me most recently. He was in his 40s, tall and covered in a pelt of fur. He had a thick beard and was in great shape. His arm hair was all matted down, and it glistened in the low light. We were in a warehouse-type building. Zak said that one of the guys owned a company that packaged organic herbs and spices, and this was his place. The sling was on a large mat, there was a sofa and some chairs scattered around, and a few other things, including a rim chair. They helped me out of the sling, and we walked over to the sofa. The younger guy picked up the bubbler and melted some T. He took a hit, then handed me the pipe and torch. I worked up a big cloud and sucked it down, then passed it on to another guy. We went around like this for a while, getting higher and higher as we did. The plug was still in my ass and, since I was slouching on the sofa, they could all see it embedded in my hole. “Get your ass in that rim chair.” I walked over to the rim seat and sat down. This was made with elastic straps instead of a toilet seat, so it helped to spread open my gaping hole. The shaved guy stepped behind me, pulled out the plug, and rubbed some more Slam Dunk up my ass. I heard him lubing up a toy too, which he placed on the floor under my ass. The head went into my ass just a bit, but I figured they’d want to see me take more of it. “Sit your ass down on this.” Bracing myself on the base of the chair, I pushed down on the straps to let more of my ass swallow the toy. At the same time, the guy was pushing it up into my ass. It started out at a normal thickness but progressed up from there. Then, I encountered the knot. “Get that knot in your ass.” I pushed out and down at the same time, feeling the knot expand my hole. When it popped in, more of the dildo followed, giving me another few inches deep in my guts. The feeling was awesome and only made better when the guy who put the dildo down for me reached up and started twisting and pulling it. Feeling the knot roll around in my ass was astounding. It was hitting all sorts of nerve endings, sending shivers up my spine. He would also pull it back so it almost came out before shoving it in again. With each new thrust, the toy went deeper and deeper into my ass. “Fuck, he has it in all the way to the base!” I felt proud that I could take the toy that deep. With all the drugs running through my body, my ass was relaxed and receptive to whatever they wanted to do with it. This guy worked the toy in my ass for a while, then Zak said that he had an idea. “I want you to ride my arm.” I watched as Zak lubed up his hand and arm. He slicked it up all the way to the elbow. I didn’t know if I could take all that, but we were about to find out. Once he was ready, the shaved guy pulled the dildo out of my ass. Feeling the knot pass through my hole got me more excited about riding Zak’s hand and arm. Zak rested his elbow under the rim chair, holding his hand straight up in the air for me. His hand was in a fist, so the initial penetration would be intense. I looked down into his eyes as I started to lower my ass onto his hand. First, I rubbed my hole all over his fist. This helped distribute the lube and also served as a good tease for both of us. When I was ready, I lowered my ass onto his waiting fist. Gravity was my friend and, with some minor adjustments to my position, I felt his fist begin to penetrate my ass. Right then, the shaved guy shoved the poppers under my nose. I paused on my descent to inhale the fumes, knowing that this would make the ride way more fun. Once they hit, I started sliding back down on Zak’s paw. He has fairly large hands, so the feelings were pretty intense. As my brain was spiraling, I kept moving my ass down onto Zak’s arm. He held it still, letting me control the speed and depth of the penetration. I sank as far down on Zak’s arm as I could. With his hand in a fist, he was unlikely to be able to navigate through the bend, but he made it feel amazing for me. As I bounced up and down, he was twisting and flexing his hand inside me. My strokes became larger until I was pulling up until his fist was almost all the way out of my ass before sliding as far down as possible. Again, the poppers were placed under my nose, and I took a deep inhale, ready to ride Zak’s arm for all it was worth. Fuck me, with the T, the poppers, the hot guys watching, and my sexy buddy Zak feeding me his fist, I was in heaven. First, I worked his fist deep, then twisted and maneuvered my body around. I was Zak’s hand puppet. The poppers made me focus all my attention on my ass and, on one of the downward strokes, I had a massive assgasm. The intensity of it made me stop moving with Zak’s fist embedded in my ass. He let me ride out the waves of pleasure and then started his own activities. Zak slid his hand back a bit and extended his fingers in front of his hand. In this position, he could go really deep. I sat on the rim seat with my ass wide open for his work and let him do his thing. He crawled through the curve in my ass, and I could see his fingers groping around through the hair on my belly. This was an amazing sensation and sight to see too. Zak worked me over, and I let him have his way with me. After a while, he decided that he wanted me back in the sling, so I rose up off his hand and walked over to the sling. Lube and ass juices were flowing down my legs since my hole was so open. I sat back in the sling, got my legs settled in the stirrups, and looked at Zak as he was lubing up his arms. “Someone should fist me while I’m fisting this pig,” Zak growled. The hairy-chested guy rose from where he was sitting and said, “I’ll take that on.”

English is not my native language. But I would give him a glas of beer/ wine the next time you meet him in the garden. And offer him help WHATEVER he needs. So he has the chance to just say ‚thanks‘ or grab your as and dump a load. Hopefully the next time you offer him beer/ wine and poppers and your 2 willing holes.

Most men, especially married men who have young children, will be agreeable to BJs which could open the door to other activities such as fingering. Start slow or you could very well spook him. I have personally done this over the course of a few years when i was living at home and my parents had a hot, mid-30s divorced dad of 3. Never more than oral but I was ok with it. I thought I could've taken further when he tried the poppers I was using but no joy. The dude eventually found a dumb blonde that took my daily BJs from me.😔

Yea. He is hot as fuck.

After supper in the airport café, with the clock ticking down to just one hour before security, Karl and I lingered at our table, our knees brushing under the surface. The flirtation started soft, his eyes locking onto mine with that intense gaze that always made my pulse race. 'Your cock's been my wet dream these past days,' I admitted, leaning in, my voice low. 'Thick, hard, filling me just right—it's all I could think about even when you weren't inside me.' He smiled, that warm, caring curve of his lips, reaching across to squeeze my hand. 'And you've been incredible, taking me like that. But it's more than the sex. You're so responsive, so open. You'd make the perfect gay wife—nurturing, passionate, always ready to please.' His words wrapped around me like a promise, and he leaned closer, insistent but tender. 'Consider it, really. Us getting together. I could make you happy, take care of you every day.' I felt a flush creep up my neck, torn between the fantasy and the reality crashing in. Before I could respond, he excused himself to the washroom, his chair scraping back abruptly. He returned in seconds, urgency etched on his face, glancing around before whispering, 'Follow me. Now.' My heart pounded as I trailed him through the terminal, weaving past travelers until we reached a quiet washroom tucked in the arrivals corner—dimly lit, empty, the door clicking shut behind us with a finality that sent shivers down my spine. He didn't waste a moment. His hands were on me, pulling me into a fierce make-out, lips crashing together, tongues tangling in a desperate dance of need. I tasted the salt of his skin, the faint bitterness of coffee from supper, as he pressed me against the cool tile wall. 'One last time,' he growled against my mouth, his breath hot. Then he spun me around, my palms flattening on the wall for support, his body molding to my back. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply, murmuring, 'God, I need this. Need you.' His fingers worked my pants open swiftly, shoving them down along with my underwear, exposing my ass to the air. I was already hard, leaking pre-cum, but it was my hole that craved him most—stretched and eager from all our sessions, slick with the remnants of his earlier loads. Karl freed his cock, that familiar thick shaft slapping against my cheek before he nudged the head against my entrance. No resistance at all; my body welcomed him, muscles parting easily as he pushed in with one smooth thrust. I gasped, pushing back to take him deeper, the stretch burning just right. 'Fuck, you're so ready for me,' he groaned, his hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt. He fucked me hard and passionate, one arm wrapped around my waist to hold me steady, the other hand gripping my hip. Each pound drove him in deep, his balls slapping against mine, the wet sounds echoing in the small space. I wanted him too—craved the way he claimed me, the raw possession in every stroke. 'Yes, Karl, give it to me,' I moaned, clenching around him, milking his length. He rutted faster, his breath ragged in my ear, teeth grazing my neck. 'Gonna load you up one last time. Keep me inside you on that flight.' His cock throbbed, swelling, and with a deep grunt, he slammed home, flooding my ass with hot spurts of cum. I felt it pulse, filling me full, some leaking down my thighs as he kept grinding through his release. We stayed locked like that, panting, his forehead pressed to the back of my neck. In the afterglow, he pulled out slowly, turning me to face him. We made out again, slower now, tongues lazy and exploratory, his hands cupping my face as cum dripped from me onto the floor. 'I love you,' he whispered, and I echoed it back, our foreheads touching, savoring the stolen intimacy. We cleaned up quickly, straightening clothes with shaky hands, and headed to security. The line loomed, a barrier between us. At the entrance, he pulled me into one final passionate kiss—deep, lingering, his lips bruising mine with goodbye. I saw the pain in his eyes, raw and unguarded, mirroring the ache in my chest. Tears welled up, spilling over as I blinked them away, whispering, 'I'll think about it. About us.' He nodded, throat working, before stepping back. I walked through the scanner without looking back, the weight of his cum still inside me a secret anchor. The flight home was uneventful, the hum of engines a dull backdrop to my swirling thoughts. Since my husband's death in that tragic ski accident two years ago, I'd been numb—emotionally hollow, drifting through days without feeling. Sex had returned eventually, hookups with men that scratched a physical itch but left me empty, no spark, no depth. I'd built walls high, terrified of letting anyone close again, of the vulnerability that came with emotional ties. But Karl... he shattered those walls. His touch ignited something fierce—a passion for real connection, for a relationship that blended body and soul. As the plane descended, I was torn: my enduring love for my late husband clung to every corner of my home, the familiar streets, the life we'd built. Those memories were a tether, pulling me back. And then there was my solemn promise to him on his deathbed—to care for his aging parents until they passed, a duty I couldn't abandon, chaining me to this place. Karl's world was Germany, his professional career rooted there, unmovable. Neither of us could bridge the gap without sacrifice, and the uncertainty gnawed at me. That night, back in my empty house, I lay awake, reliving every moment of those three intense days with Karl, Tomas, and Lukas. The wild group sessions, the laughter turning to moans; Tomas's rough grip, Lukas's teasing bites; but mostly Karl—his gentle dominance, the way he'd fuck me with such care, then hold me after. Jax? Wait, no—my mind blurred the names in the haze, but it was them, all of them, who awakened me. Yet it was Karl's face that haunted me, his cum still a phantom warmth, leaving me aching for what might never be.

My friend Steve had I went to a bachelor party for a friend of his(gay couple), I haven't seen Steve in awhile because I am married with children and he's not so having a chance to hangout and have a few beers sounded good to me plus my wife and kids were visiting her parents for the weekend. I knew who the bachelor party was for his name was Keith and his soon to be husband's name was Paul I had met them about a half of dozen times and they seemed to be cool people so when Steve asked me if I would go with him because he really didn't want to go by himself and if he wanted to leave I would be his excuse. Steve said that there wasn't going to be a lot of people there they were going to be having a bigger party next weekend. I knew that Steve was gay and that he had sex with a lot of guys that is how he had met Keith and Paul and he also worked with Keith, Steve is 54 years old 5'10 175-180 lbs and was good looking. Keith is in his mid 40's 6'1 220 and had a solid build, Paul was in his mid 40's as well 5'10 about 175 and he had a solid build to. The couple times that I had gone to their house they were very friendly and they had a nice place. It was a Friday night when Steve came and picked me up around 7 pm. As we were driving his boss must have called him at least 3 times before we got to Keith's place and when he hung up on the 3rd call he told me that they were having problems at his job and he hopes that the problem gets fixed because he wasn't going to sit on his phone all night. When we got to Keith's and pulled into the driveway it was around 7:30 and I didn't see any cars besides Keith's and Paul's car and 1 other car, I just figured that we were early maybe a few more people will come later. When we entered Keith's house him and Paul welcomed us, anytime that I had met or hungout with them they seemed to be more of a somewhat upper class people they always wore nice clothes, so when I had seen them Keith was wearing a T-shirt and a loose thin pair of shorts and Paul had just sweat pants on and they were kinda tight and it wasn't like you couldn't see the massive bulge he had. I never had any type of sexual feelings towards other guys I love my wife but like I said it wasn't that hard and see that he had a massive bulge. When we got into the living room Keith asked if we wanted anything to drink Steve said that he was driving so he wasn't going to have many drinks but he wanted to shot and a beer, Keith asked me and I told him that I wanted the same as Steve did. When I went to sit down I had to sit on the small 3 person couch because the recliner had some clothes on it and Steve had grabbed the other recliner so when I sat down Paul was already sitting down on the other end of the couch. When Keith came back in the living room he had a tray in his hand and started handing out the shots and beers he gave Steve his first and then he put the tray down on the table in front of the couch that I was on and I went to lean back so Keith could make his way around the table so he could sit down next to Paul but he said that I was ok where I was sitting. So leaned back up and when I did Keith had just turned towards me to hand me the shot and beer and when he had turned towards me his cock was inches from my face. His shorts were loose and very thin that I could see the head of his cock in his shorts and it looked like he had a fat head. I went to drink my shot but Steve put his shot glass up and said to the soon married couple and we all toasted then Keith said who wants another we all said sure. When Keith left the room Steve's phone had rang and when he looked at his phone he looked at me and got up and said he'll be right back I had a feeling that it was his boss. While Keith was getting our 2nd shot and Steve was on the phone Paul and I were talking and when Keith came back into the living room he asked where Steve was and I told them about the ride here and that they were having some kind of problem at his job and I had congratulated them on their upcoming wedding, then Keith said to me as he was handing me the shot glass so besides bringing yourself did you bring us anything or are you going to be our present and then he looked over at Paul with a huge smile and then Paul looked at me and said so are you going to be our present and they started laughing and said they were kidding. Even though they were laughing and said they were only joking from the look that Keith had gave Paul it didn't look like they were kidding but I just thought maybe they were kidding so the 3 of us were talking waiting for Steve to come back and when he did about 10 minutes later. When he came back I had my head on the back of the couch and I started feeling really warm and I was having trouble focusing everything around me was very hazy and I barely heard Keith and Steve talking even though they were in the same room they sounded like they were in a different room,I heard bits and pieces of the conversation so when I heard Steve say that it shouldn't take to long and if could I wait here until he comes back because he was going in a different direction so he really didn't want to drive me home and drive back this way so I remember mumbling and slurring my words but I ended up saying ok. Keith said to Paul why don't you walk Steve out and I will get the food ready for later on Paul said ok but with a confused look. When Paul and Steve were gone I tried to pull myself up so I wasn't leaning on the back of the couch but I was having so much trouble focusing that I couldn't then I felt something warm next to my ear and I heard Keith say are you ok and then he put his hand under my chin and turned my head towards him and when he did I felt his mouth over mine and it felt like my lungs were expanding as I could feel him blow into my mouth and then he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I didn't know what to do he had his weight on me and I couldn't pull myself up so I just let him kiss me. When he had pulled his mouth off mine I watched him put a glass pipe up to his mouth and lit it and the pipe started to fill up with clear smoke and then he took a huge hit off it then he leaned into me again and did the samething but this time my lungs expanded more and I could feel the smoke in my lungs and the more it was in my lungs and his mouth over mine I started to kiss him back, then I started to moan as I felt Kevin's hand going up my shirt and he started to use his fingers to rub and slightly tug on my nipple(having very sensitive nipples) I almost lost it as both of our tongues were now deep in each other's mouths. I never thought or imagine myself making out with another guy but here I was. When he pulled his mouth away he was still rubbing and slightly tugging my nipple then he whispered in my ear so can me,Dan and our roommate enjoy the present you brought us as I felt my hand lifting up and towards my right side and then he said and we can show you just how much we appreciate your gift as he put my hand up this shorts and when he did I just froze as he had put my hand on his very soft but huge thick cock. He had his hand over mine and he started to move our hands on his cock and said how does my huge thick cock feel in your hand then he said just imagine how 2 more that's just as big or even bigger and thicker than mine is then I let out a loud moan as he started to suck and bite right behind my ear(one of my hot spots). When Paul came back to the living room Keith was sitting up on the couch and I was laying my head was on the back of the couch and was having trouble focusing. I remember hearing Paul saying to Keith you must have put to much in his shots, Keith said no he didn't(pointing to me) it just hit him harder than he thought it would. Then Keith said it all worked out didn't it we didn't have to wait all night until Steve left he's gone now and he going to be gone for a couple hours just to drive to his job and back it's going to be at least 2 hours up and back and who knows what the problem at his job is it he could be quick or it's going to take him sometime to take care of it. Paul said to Keith I told Steve to call us when he finds out what the problem is then he said well at least we get to use him for a couple hours if not more, Keith said let's just hope that Nick gets home before Steve gets back if he even does come back but until Nick comes home we get to use him. I remember Paul putting something in my mouth then he told me to take a sip as he put the shot glass up to my mouth so I drank it. Then Keith said to me so tonight your going to be doing a lot of 1st like your 1st slam your 1st time with a guy or should I say 1st time with guys and 1st time having a cock down your throat and in that hole of yours. By now I was really feeling the g and I was feeling really horny I just started to mumble I don't even remember what I had mumbled. Then Keith stood in front of me and pulled me up in a sitting position and he pulled my shirt up and over my head and threw my shirt towards the recliner and then he leaned me back on the couch and then he lifted up my left leg and took my sneaker off then he pulled my pants down past my waist and my left leg out of my pants and did the same to my right leg. I remember the back of my head was on the back of the couch but when Keith pulled my pants down he had pulled me down more on the couch so I was laying halfway on the couch and my lower half of my body was just hanging off the couch. Paul had put the pipe up to my mouth and lite it as he told me to inhale and hold it until he tells me to exhale I had inhaled and I felt the smoke in my lungs when Paul took the pipe away I had inhaled a good amount and I was holding it in until he said exhale. I was holding it for about 30 seconds and was just about to exhale when he said ok and I just exhaled excepting a lot of smoke to come out but very little came out. Then they took their turn and when Paul took his turn and handed Keith the pipe Dan started to kiss me while filling up my lungs. I don't know how long they kept taking turns kissing me and filling up my lungs but I was so high and horny and I felt like I was floating in the air. My eyes were rolling in the back of my head and I couldn't keep them open. When I was able to open them and was able to focus I saw Keith standing in front of me and I thought that my eyes and mind was playing a trick on me because what I saw hanging down between his legs was this soft but huge thick cock with a fat mushroom head he had to be a good 12-14" and just as thick as a beer can and when Keith seen me looking at it he said wait till it gets nice and hard but I have to help so it does get nice and hard as he climbed up on the couch and moved in closer until my head was between his legs and he closed his legs until his knees were on the sides of my head. The way I was on the couch the back of my head was halfway on the back of the couch and halfway on the couch cushion so I was looking up and he had his fat mushroom head pointing straight down almost touching my nose. Then I felt my legs being lifted up and pushed back then I heard Paul say let's just see what this virgin hole looks like, he lifted my legs and pushed them back I could feel the cool breeze and it was blowing on the exposed virgin hole as he said oh yeah that is definitely a virgin hole. I couldn't see where Paul was but I imagine that he was standing at the end of the couch and he was between my legs because Keith was in my way then I my body jerked as I felt something cool and wet on and in my hole realizing that he was putting lube or something on and in my hole. Then I felt something start going in my hole it only went a couple inches but I felt it then the inside of my hole started to burn a little bit and when I felt I my hips slowly started to move around because of the burning sensation I was feeling. I remember asking them why does my asshole feel like it's burning and Paul saying don't worry it will go away. As my hips slowly started to move around Paul said oh yeah does that burning feel good and then I started to moan as I felt something in my hole start to slowly move around as it was moving back and forth as well as twisting and turning and could feel my hole slowly stretching. When I started to feel something moving around in my hole and started to moan Paul said do you like feeling my 2 fingers playing in your hole and then I lifted my head off the couch and let out a loud moan and when my head lifted up as Paul started to move his 2 fingers a little faster. I didn't see or realize that Keith had already started to bend his knees down so he can get the fat mushroom in my mouth so when my head lifted up he already had started to push it in mouth and he pushed it right past my lips and in my mouth. Once Keith got his fat mushroom head in my mouth the back of my head was back on the couch and he started to move up and down I could feel his cock start to get hard as his cock was moving back and forth in my mouth. He had a fat mushroom head that it was almost full in my mouth. As Keith felt the head of his cock in my mouth and he was moving back and forth he started moaning and saying oh yeah open that mouth and throat of yours then I felt his hands go on the sides of my head and he started to move my head up and down and when he was doing that I started to gag as I felt his mushroom head start to go a little deeper in my mouth. As much as I was telling myself to have them stop my mind and body was saying something else and it felt like I had no control over this situation because my mind and body was starting to enjoy it even though I was gagging and my tight hole had 2 fingers in it. When I started to moan Keith had moved back and his slightly semi hard cock came out of my mouth, then he leaned over to the end table and opened a small brown bottle and picked up a rag and turned the brown bottle upside down over the rag. Then he took the rag and covered my nose with it. When I breathed in my head started to spin and I felt hot. When Keith removed the rag he put his hands back on the sides of my head and started to move it up and down a little faster than he did the last time. I could feel the fat mushroom head in my mouth and I thought I was going to start gagging again but when I didn't and the head of his cock was a little deeper. As Keith was moving my head up and down on his cock I started to feel it getting bigger and thicker in my mouth and then I gasp when my hips jerked up really fast and out as I felt Paul moving his fingers deeper. Just as quick my hips jerk up and out and Paul's 2 fingers went deeper they came down just as fast and when they did I gasped again but this time I had took a big gasp as Paul's 2 fingers went deeper and he started to move them back and forth faster. When I gasped it hard Keith was moving my head up and he was pushing down I had sucked in the fat mushroom head of his now huge thick cock and then gagged and he just held my head in place as he had about 4" in my mouth. I remember thinking that there was no way I was going to take anymore than he already had in my mouth because even though his cock was completely hard his cock was already filling my mouth up and I had started gagging and choking again Keith moved back just a little and put the rag back on my nose and held it there as he started pushing the fat mushroom head in my mouth as I felt it going towards the back of my throat. I remember trying to move my hands up so I could push him back and when Keith felt my hands pushing him back with my hands on his legs he moved his body closer to the back of the couch and pulled my head up and I gagged and choked as I felt the head of his cock pushing up against the back of my throat. Then my legs and hips started to shake as I felt Paul's 2 fingers rubbing against my(found out later) prostate and as he was It felt like I had started to piss out of my hole as I started to have my first of many assgasim and as I was Paul's 2 fingers were going back and forth and as I was having an assgasim he had put a 3rd finger in and when he did he was twisting and turning them when he pushed them in and I grabbed my legs. The last thing I remember was I was gagging and choking my Keith's fat mushroom head as he was pushing up against the back of my throat and Paul's fingers were twisting and turning in my hole before everything went black. Part 2 coming soon. I hope that you have enjoyed the story so far. If you are let me know I have a couple others I can tell you about after I finish this one

The encounter is a true story of my first time visiting Slammer, a raunchy sex club in Los Angeles. My name is Josh. I’m 28 y/o, 5’9, 145 lbs, with a smooth and nicely toned body from regular hours spent at the gym. All in all I’m a decently attractive guy who had been introduced to partying back in 2014, and ever since then my sex life has never been the same. I tend to have binge episodes where I don’t have sex for months, only to have my sexual appetite and tension build up to the point of exploding, resulting in a night or two or weekend of sexual frenzy. I had not had sex for over 2 months and I was really feeling horny. There was a top fuck buddy of mine that I had played with regularly. His name is Mark, he’s about late 40’s, fit and friendly white guy. He lived in downtown Los Angeles, had his own apartment, and he was always generous with his favors. In the past he had hosted me many times for some fun long sessions, and with my building horniness reaching a peak I messaged him asking what he was doing. After waiting a short while, he responded saying he could be free after 7 PM and that I should come over. At this point my hunger and anticipation had built to a climax and I prepared for the long night ahead by showering, putting on a black jockstrap under khaki shorts and a black tank top that fit just right to show off my lean body. I also put my laptop and chargers into a bag and drove the 20 minutes over to his place. When I got to Mark’s place he let me into his apartment and greeted me in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, barefoot, having just showered. He stood just slightly shorter than me, white-gray hair sparsely covering his toned pecs down to his lightly muscled stomach. He led me to the bedroom where there was a nice clean queen size bed with pillows, a closet with sliding door mirrors, and a TV facing the bedroom. I put down my belongings and immediately took off my tank top. “So can I offer you anything to drink or anything…?” He asked me, looking at my smooth body and smiling. I knew the game. He knew what I wanted and I didn’t hesitate to ask: “Could you smoke with me a little bit while I get comfortable?” I smiled bashfully as I asked – and when he heard my question his smile widened into a big grin. “I’d be happy to oblige. In the mean time while I get ready, why don’t you go ahead and pick out a movie.” Mark motioned to the DVD collection on the TV stand, and left me to go rummage in the closet for his supplies. His movie collection was extensive and I saw many of my favorite Treasure Island Media films as well as other bareback porn films. I chose one and popped it into the DVD and started it, just as he returned to me holding a little glass bong. Mark looked me in the eyes as he lit the torch and started to heat up the crystals inside. I watched intently as little wisps of smoke began to rise from the small hole in the bowl, at which Mark looked at me and nodded for me to go ahead. He held the bong pipe to my lips as I slowly and steadily began to inhale; slowly and steadily I heard the light bubbling as I inhaled, seeing the white smoke pass through the bong, through the pipe, and feeling it entering my lungs. I focused on keeping the bubbling at just the right amount, not too much and not too little. I had so much sexual frustration built up over my dry spell that when he started to pull the torch away from the bowl I motioned for him to keep going. A look of surprise and pleasure came on his face as he continued to heat the crystals, resulting in a huge hit. After holding in that first huge hit, I blew out the first initial cloud and it engulfed us, and I quickly went back to the pipe and inhaled whatever was still left burning. Almost instantly I felt the rush, a sense of clarity and an acuity that could only come with the crystal. I also became even hornier. “Wow, what an impressive lung capacity. Now about that drink, why don’t you keep smoking while I go prepare you some Gatorade with G. How much do you take again?” “1.5 mL usually but give me 2 this time. I want you to really party me up and make me submissive.” He nodded, smiling, and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t smoke like he had told me to, but instead, slipped off my shorts and stood facing his mirrored closet door admiring my smooth muscled body wearing only the black jockstrap. I looked really hot like that and the Tina was making me feel extremely sexy and horny. Mark returned with two small glasses, one for him and one for me, smiling as he took a moment to observe my new state of undress. He handed me the glass and said cheers, and we downed the drinks. He then motioned to hand him the pipe and the torch, and he began to take a nice big hit of his own; at the end of his inhale he motioned me to lean forward and he shotgunned his hit into my mouth, which I took in completely. He put one of his other hands around the curve of my smooth ass, giving it a slight squeeze, before nodding to me and lighting the pipe again, holding it out to me. Again he gave me a huge hit, making me inhale lightly and steadily until my lungs were filled with that white smoke. “Good boy” he murmured after I blew out the massive cloud. “You want me to really party up your hole, Josh?” Mark asked me, smiling at me. I nodded yes, feeling the high of the tina starting to take hold of me and unleash the submissive bottom I am inside. “Okay, why don’t you go ahead and get on the bed, on all fours. I’m going to prepare you a nice big booty bump to really teach your hole its purpose.” I got on the bed on all fours, facing away from him, with my back arched, as I heard him rummage with his supplies. Soon enough he had a needleless syringe ready with Tina. “Is that water with Tina?” “It’s about 0.3 grams of Tina dissolved in my spit. Now face forward and let me open you up.” I faced forward as I began to feel his tongue against my hole, probing. He spat once, twice, three times in succession. I love when a top spits on my hole, making it nice and wet. He ate out my ass, taking breaks only to tell me what a sweet tight smooth hole I had. After my ass felt nice and wet from his spit, he told me that he was going to bump me, and I felt the syringe being inserted into my ass with ease. “Are you ready?” He asked me. I nodded, and felt him push the liquid into my hole; a mildly burning sensation immediately followed, and he withdrew the syringe. “Now just hold that position for a little bit.” I stayed in that position, head down, ass up, with the booty bump slowly absorbing into my system. He came back with a moist towel to wipe my hole with, before he continued rimming my hole. With his tongue, he again made it nice and wet, and suddenly, it all hit me. The booty bump was the key to the locked room where I kept my submissive slutty bottom side hidden, and suddenly that door was opened. I felt so good, his tongue against my hole, his hands squeezing and grabbing my ass. I wanted him in me and I spread my knees even farther on the bed, reaching back to spread my cheeks as far as I could, and I exclaimed “oh God I can feel the booty bump and the G. I want you inside me.” With that, Mark turned me over onto my back and put a cylindrical pillow under my ass, elevating it. He handed me a bottle of poppers and said “those are brand new poppers so they should be especially strong.” He then ate out my ass some more as he looked straight into my eyes, my feet in the air, my hands holding them back as I looked at this guy who had his tongue in my ass, making me feel all sorts of pleasure. But I was too horny and high to be satisfied with a mere rim job. I needed his big white cock in my hole and I needed it bad. “Please, spit on my hole and fuck me raw with your spit as lube.” Mark smiled at that comment and stood up, slipping his cock out from the Bike white jockstrap he was wearing. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” he replied as he positioned his hard cock against my hole, sliding it up and down. I immediately unscrewed the cap of the poppers bottle and alternated 2 hits each nostril, - big hits, big inhales that created a beautiful sound of air passing over the bottle opening, and I held my breath to keep it all in after the last hit. I capped the bottle and then resumed holding my legs back, looked straight up into Mark’s eyes and said “please fuck me with your big white cock.” As I exhaled I could feel him begin his push in- the warmth from the poppers hit me and immediately I felt the wonderful lightheadedness and relaxed and openness feeling. It mixed with the G and the T I had taken and I was fully realized – I was now the slutty submissive bottom that I was meant to be. I looked up, taking it all in as he stared back into my eyes as he pushed his big 7” thick cock into me. With only his spit as lube, he managed to get it all in, and the feeling of fullness was more pleasurable than anything in the world. I responded by pulling my legs back more, further exposing my hole, and I looked up and with the high of the poppers and G and T enabling me, I said “please fuck me Sir.”

Another first-rate story. The relationship between Pitt and Lance is sexy and nasty. I really enjoy how Coach introduces the subject of pozzing, and asks point blank, “Lance, I would so love to see this pretty virgin hole get knocked up with HIV. But are you sure you’re ready?” So blunt and direct, especially from a man who usually delights in stealthing. The only negative is that the ending is rushed, and that Strickland's role is so minor. He has a particularly nasty attitude (“We’re filming this, by the way. We want to document your initiation. I don’t care if that makes you uncomfortable") that I'd love to have seen more of.

Hmm. I think it's a few things. Just the use of my hole. His dick hitting my prostate inside. Makes me leak tons of precum. Also have cum that way too. Fucking incredible. I also like when he pulls all the way out and rams back in. Uses my hole hard. But I think the most is that moment right before he cums. The anticipation. Seeing his face. His whole body has only one goal now. His orgasm. And knowing he is shooting his hot seed inside me. Breeding me. Sharing his DNA. Bonding us.

Sorry guys, guess I confounded things. The scene I had in mind was the first scene of OUTLAWS ( "Five-way Fuck"), not LONDON UNCUT (though that scene was damn hot too). Well, no harm meant - and lil Josh proves his ability to handle the REALLY BIG ONES in either movie... LONDON UNCUT OUTLAWS