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Chapter 1 – Free Ride Walt was waiting patiently for his younger brother to stop by. He knew the routine with Ray. Walt was pretty successful at his job but really made his money with his side hustle. He was a successful dealer of all sorts. A latino gay man in his late 20’s with an average frame. He stands at a height of 5’ 11”. At 19 years old, his younger brother Ray was naturally skinny in an athletic way. Standing 5’ 9”, he looked like a normal guy. No one would guess that Ray was successful at being a low life junkie that couch surfed where he could. Opposite ends of the using continuum from his brother. Walt was able to know his limits and when to call it a day. Ray used as much and as often as he could, always chasing that next high. This was the usual time of the month where Walt found that his brother would come by to make small talk and then ask for some pills or tina to help him out. Walt was just about sick of his brother using the “family card” to get free shit. This time he was going to have to earn his high. Walt was going to make his straight brother choose his self pride or chase the high to give up a hole or two. Walt hoped that his brother would have the dignity to say no to his proposition but he also knows that Tina has a big grip on his brother. Either way, Walt had saved up a weeks load in his balls incase his brother chose the drugs. Like clockwork, Ray showed up on the last Saturday of the month at 6pm on the dot. A ring of the doorbell let Walt know his guest was there. He opened the door and gave his younger brother a quick glance up and down. Ray walked in and gave his brother a hug. R: Hey bro, it’s good to see you again. I hope you don’t mind that I stopped by today. W: No problem man. I have the night free so I was just going to chill at home. Come sit down on the couch. Can I get you something to drink? R: Do you have a beer back there? W: No on the beer I’m afraid. I do have the next best thing though. Walt disappeared into the kitchen and emerged with 2 glasses of coke. W: Who needs beer when I have some G. Watch out though, this batch is killer strong. Ray took the drink and started to down it. The speed at which he drank let Walt know he was already feeling bad without anything in his system. R: Hey, do you think I could catch a quick shower. I’ve been walking around a lot today. W: Sure, go ahead. I’ll jump in myself after you. Ray got up off the couch and goes through his backpack. he picks out a pair of presumably clean underwear. He walked over to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and closed the door. Walt took the time to set the scene for his brother. He took out a pipe and torch and placed them on the coffee table in front of the couch. He went over to one of his stash spots and pulled out some pills and a baggie of big shards. He left the pills on the table with his glass of coke and g. He knew his brother would see them right away. Walt packed his pipe and picked up the torch. He melted the shard and took a big hit. He took a few more hits leaving the pipe with one, maybe two good hits. He placed it down on the table. He blew out his cloud and hid the current baggie of Tina. He walked over to the bathroom. He opens the door just as his brother was coming out of the shower. They shared a room together when they lived at home so walking in on each other in various states of undress was normal for them. Ray put on a pair of boxers that he brought with him and walked out to the living room. Walt jumped in the shower. He kept thinking of his brothers round ass and started to chub up a bit. He changes the water to cold to calm himself own. W: All in good time. Chapter 2 – Getting despirate Ray walked out to the living room and sat down at the couch in his boxers. This was his brother’s pad so he felt comfortable enough. He had taken a quick shower so that the steam wouldn’t get him lightheaded when the G kicked in. He glances down at the coffee table and spots the random pills. He thought fuck-it! and threw the 2 mystery pills into his mouth. He picked up his brother’s glass with the spiked soda and downed that too. He picked up the pipe laid down before him and turned on the torch. He heated the bowl of the pipe until the white smoke started to accumulate. He took a huge rip and blew out a large cloud. R: There we go. Ray immediately torched the bowl again and took another big hit. He held onto it and then released. He looked at the empty bowl and though time for a refill. He laid back on the couch and waited for his brother. As he lay there sitting on the couch, the G was starting to kick in and relaxed his posture. He pulled out his phone and started watching some straight porn. He was so into the video that he didn’t hear his older brother reenter the room. Walt walked into the room in just a pair of his own boxers. And why not, it was his home after all. His brother was the one making himself at home without any fuss. Walt walked over and sat right next to his brother. Ray woke from his fixation and greeted his brother. They started laughing at the porn on the phone and making stupid comments about the overacting. Ray was really feeling like he was stuck in the couch. The G was strong after all. Walt noticed his brother in this state and reached down under the couch where he stashed his baggie of shards. W: looks like you overshot the mark with the G. Here, this should help balance you out. Walt packed the bowl, took his hit, and handed it to his brother. The brothers passed the pipe back and forth a bit until it was empty again. Walt knew his brother. He knew what level of high he was at and it was barely off the ground. Walt packed another bowl. Hitting it and passing to his broher, he said: W: Okay this is it man. That’s all I can smoke up. The rest I have to sell. Ray took his hit and started to worry. He took 2 more hits before passing it back to Walt. R: What if I paid for some more? W: How much cash do you have? R: No, I only have like 20. W: that ain’t going to get you much bro. Sorry but I have to put on my dealer hat on this. This is business. Even for family. Ray took the last hit off the pipe and held it in as long as he could. He released the cloud and stared at his brother defeated. R: What do you bargain with other guys? I’m pretty desperate. Come on bro, I’ll do anything. Walt felt the lightbulb go off in his head. Bingo Chapter 3 – I’ll Do Anything R: What would you have anyone else do to score some T? John Doe comes up to you and is in this predicament. What do you bargain with him? W: I don’t know that you are that desperate. I don’t know. Ray lowered his head in shame. R: I’ll suck on it. Walt saw his defeated brother and he licked his lips. W: What was that? R: I’ll suck you off if I can smoke more. I really need it. W: You want my cock? My cock for some more tina? Is that it? R: I guess. W: okay … I’ll bring the party if your gonna play. You’re gonna be my tina whore tonight? R: Yes. If I have to. Walt stands up and grabs the pipe and refills with a big shard. He lights it up and blows out a white cloud toward his brother. W: Well, first off, drop those boxers. I like my boys to be naked. And come over hear on your knees and show me you really mean it. Once I know you are serious, I’ll get you fucked up. Ray drops his underwear and walks over a few steps to his older brother’s front. He gets down on his knees and pulls the underwear off his brother. He gets an inch from the dick in front of him. R: I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know… W: I’ll bring the party if you bring the play. Now go on now, start things off. Ray opens up and takes the dickhead in mouth. Walt feels the warmth of a new recruit. He feels his dick starting to grow in his brother’s mouth. W: yeah, good boy. Yeah suck that growing dick. Walt’s dick started to get hard but stayed at half full. He hands the pipe down to his brother. W: Here you go, smoke up a bit. I want you to take two hits. On the third, get back to sucking me off. I wanna see clouds around my dick. The sound of the torch starting up fills the room. One hit, two hits, and number three. The mouth returns to Walt’s semi hard dick. Walk looks down as the smoke flows from the boy’s mouth around his dick. This is just what he needed to get to fully hard. The younger brother pulls away and torch hits the pipe again. Four more huge hits with more and more dick in his throat. Walt is now thrusting straight into Ray’s throat. Now, Walt had heard through the grapevine that his brother has sucked a dick for tina before but he was surprised he was able to deepthroat his thick 8 inches. He was fucking the throat and watching the smoke come out of the boy’s nose and corners of his mouth. Only the occasional cough and gag betrayed how new Ray was to sucking big dick. Walt picks the boy up and throws him toward the couch. Chapter 4 – Head Down Ass Up W: Get on your knees with your ass towards me. Ray obeyed and got on his knees. R: oh, hey. I don’t know about this. This might be a little too much. Walt just reloaded the pipe and handed it over to Ray. Not one to deny a loaded pipe, Ray withdrew his protests and bent over the couch and started to hit the pipe. He drew in a large hit and was about to release when he felt something wet press against his asshole. He moaned as the smoke escaped his mouth. Walt used his tongue to attack Ray’s twitching hole. He ate out that boy’s hole like it was his last meal. Walt pulled back a moment and looked at the glistening hole before him. He pushed two fingers into the straight boy hole as he took in another hit. Moans filled the air as Ray was finger fucked by two fingers. More spit and three fingers were now in the boy hole, stretching it open. The next big hit from the pipe allowed Walt to push in four fingers. The hole barely let them in but four fingers were in. This made the boy try to reach behind himself to pull the fingers out. Walt reached under the boy an found Ray’s dick hard as can be. W: I see that you found my pills. Thought you might. Fucking whore. Walt pulled his fingers out and pushed up against the boy’s ass. His cock rubbing against the line between the cheeks. Precum wet the ass crack as he thrusted against the boy. Ray began to panic when he felt his brother’s head at the entrance to his hole. His mind was screaming no but his quivering asshole was begging for something more than fingers. Ray wasn’t that stupid. He knew that to get fucked when high was an experience. A lot of guys love it. He just never thought it was something he would do. As if he knew what Ray was thinking, he thrust in and the tip pushed inside Ray. R: OMG, fuck that’s thick. W: that’s only my head. It’s not even at the thick part yet. Walt pulls out and reached under the couch again. This time he pulls out a bottle of laced lube. He quickly fingers some into his brother before he has time to change his mind. Walt places his dickhead at the entrance right as Ray starts complaining about the burning inside of him from the lube. Walt thrusts in and gets the head back in. He thrusts again and gets halfway inside of Ray. R: fuuuuuuuuuck W. I know. I know. It’s almost in there. A third thrust pushes him all the way in. Ray can feel his brothers balls against his ass crack. R: fuuuuuuuuck W: I’m gonna leave it there a moment so you can get used to it inside of you. Walt reaches around to his brother’s chest. He touches his nipples and squeezes them slightly. This sends jolts throughout Ray’s body causing him to push back against the dick. He didn’t think he could get more dick inside of him but it felt like an extra inch was pushed inside of him. Walt continued to play with Ray’s nipples and the boy began to pull away and push back into his brother’s dick. W: Yeah, that’s right. Fuck yourself on my dick. Milk my seed right out of me. Ray continued to fuck himself on his big brother’s dick. It did not take long for the huge load to be worked up and finally shot up into his younger brother. W: yeaaahhhhh. Walt pulled out of the whore he just filled with his sperm. Ray was still head down ass up on the couch. Walt walked away and came back with his phone. Ray couldn’t see it but he heard the camera sound coming from behind him. Walt was taking pictures of him bent over, showing off his cum filled ass. R: Hey, what the fuck are you doing? W: Just needed a picture to get my friend over here. R: Okay let me get dressed and I’ll head out. W: oh no, you’re not leaving. Get some rest. I’m treating you like any other whore that gets seeded for drugs. The homies want a taste too. R: I don’t know about this. I’m pretty high now. this was fun and all that but I don’t know about someone else seeing me like this. W: you fucking junkie whore. You never have enough. You’ll stay and you’ll like it. I told you I was going to bring the party. Don’t worry you have some time to rest. Walt walks back to the kitchen and come back with another glass of coke and G. W: here, this will calm you down some and help you rest for a bit. Ray takes the drink and gulps it down. This time the taste was more bitter than last time. W: Come follow me. He gets up and follows Walt into the bedroom. Once inside, Ray was guided to the edge of the bed with his untouched dick standing straight up against just under his belly button. Walt turns on the tv and connects it to his laptop. He starts playing porn and Ray starts jerking off without even thinking. Just a natural response to being so tweaked out. While Ray is busy with a video of two men double teaming a twink, and jerking off, Walt gets on his phone and sends out a few texts. He gets someone to answer back immediately. His friend loved the pic of the used hole. Walt tells him to head over. After a short while, the G starts to kick in and Ray sinks back into the bed. He lays back and blacks out.

A private BHZ party would absolutely work, but it would need to be an "invite only" party with people whom you know or someone else vouched for them. Depending on the size of the apartment, you may want to restrict the number of people and also charge a fee. Whoever is serious about the party would not mind paying up for the maintenance of the apartment, including cleaning after the party, provision of supplies like lube, paper towels, etc. Also, you may want to keep the ratio of tops to bottoms of 3:1. More versatiles the better, but even the versatiles would want their holes filled up. There used to be a guy who organised private parties in a nice apartment close to Tiergarten. He would have some 10 bottoms and 30-40 tops. I would pay 100 euros for the upkeep and parties would run from Friday afternoon to Sunday mid-day. Strictly no drugs. The invite would go out a month before and the fee was payable on registration. Usually, you would get a few more bottoms and a few less tops, but overall the vibe was awesome. The only "drawback" was that most people were normal people with normal bodies and of all ages. But the goal was for the bottoms to get as many loads as possible, and leave the tops plenty of time to recover between fucks. They did have beer and drinks available, but everyone understood that the main goal was to have a good time. The guy had a few rules: bottoms can't refuse any top, Tops can't refuse a willing bottom unless they were resting. Cleanliness was appreciated and no piss unless in the bathtub. Clean after yourself and everyone helps tidying up the place. He had a terrace where people could smoke but respeect the neighbours. Music was moderate and loud noises were not encouraged. So, yes, it does work if you set it up smart from the beginning. And the 100euro fee was enough to discourage the no-shows and ensure everyone had a good time. I've only been three times, but each time I had a great time.

It was the morning of my 18th birthday! My folks were out of town but they had given me permission to have some friends over to celebrate. I planned on my buddies coming over around 8 o'clock that night. What I hadn't planned on was waking up to find all the lights in the house flickering on and off. Fortunately, my parents had left an emergency list on the kitchen counter in case any problems came up. Sure enough, Electrician - Roger Davis, was on the list. I called him and he said he would be by in an hour or two. I made myself some breakfast and was in the middle of exercising when the doorbell rang. I answered it wearing only a skimpy pair of workout shorts and a tank top. Standing there was the electrician. He spoke, "Hi, son! I'm Roger Davis. Most people know me as Ol' Roger! Can I come in?" He didn't look old at all to me and I told him so. His face lit up in a broad grin. "Thank you, son! That's nice of you to say! You look pretty good yourself! Now...can you show me where the power box is? In the basement maybe?" I took him down into our basement. My dad had fixed it up years ago so it was pretty comfortable down there...like a play room! I showed him where the electric panel was located. He said, "Give me a few minutes to check things out." I sat down on the sofa we had down there. I told him about my party that night...how excited I was. He was a handsome guy and he noticed I that kept looking at him. He would just look back at me and smile. That kind of flustered me so I mostly babbled on about inconsequential stuff. After about 15 minutes, he said, "There! That should take care of it!" and he flipped on the master switch. All the lights came back on without a trace of flickering. He looked at me with interest and said, "Most guys would be upstairs texting their girlfriends instead of sitting down here talking with Ol' Roger. I'm wondering...is there somethin' else I can do for you?" In response, I turned beet red. He slowly pulled his t-shirt up over his head and tossed it onto his toolbox. I'd never seen a Biohazard tattoo on a man before, but I knew full well what it signified. It sure made me nervous but it kinda turned me on as well. His smile stretched wider. "You lookin' to get fucked, son? You want my big black dick, do ya? I bet you're a VIRGIN, ain't ya?" He saw me trembling and said, "You're not scared of Ol' Roger, are you?" I WAS...but I didn't want him to know that so I blurted, "I'm not afraid of you!" He asked, "You think you can handle what I got?" I hotly replied, "I can handle ANYTHING!" "His response was, "We'll see about that!" With that he advanced upon me. I backed up until my legs hit the sofa. He pushed my chest, toppling me backwards onto the cushions. In one swift motion he had yanked down my shorts and thrown them aside. Before I could even think of escaping, he bent over and engulfed my dick with his warm wet mouth. It was like everything in my brain suddenly got reset. As his lips moved up and down my shaft and his tongue swirled around the head of my cock, my resistance faded completely away. He put his strong calloused hands under my knees and raised my legs up in the air. As they parted, he stepped between them and placed my ankles on his shoulders. I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered and softer sounds as he shed his pants. I felt the tip of his cock poke into my ball sac. He gazed down at me and said with a smile, "It's your Birthday, Baby! Ol' Roger has a Special Gift for you!" I could figure out what he meant by that. He was planning on putting his infected cum inside me. I remembered that some guys called that GIFTING. My thoughts whirled. How could I stop this from happening? Just then, he parked his stiff dick against my hole, ready to invade my innards, so I clenched my sphincter, determined to keep him out. His smile never wavered! "You KNOW you want it," he crooned as he gently started a backwards and forwards motion with his hips. On the third or fourth push, my body betrayed me. My clenched hole relaxed slightly. Just enough for his dick to nudge in about an inch or two. "That's it, Baby!" he sighed! "Just let it happen!" The gentle battering continued, and with each thrust, his penis sank in a little deeper...and deeper still...until I felt his pubes against my ass cheeks. He paused for a moment and then the fucking began in earnest. 10 minutes later he stiffened, shuddered and cried out, "Take my dirty seed!" as he shot his toxic sperm deep within me. After we both caught our breaths, he pulled out of me, stood up and got dressed. He looked at me and said, "Your mom & dad are gonna be real surprised when you test HIV-positive in a couple of months! If they throw your faggot ass out, don't worry! You can always come live with Ol' Roger. Plenty of the punks I’ve pozzed now live with me. I pimp them out to sick fucks that pay good money just to fuck an AIDS WHORE. I'll put you to work out there with the other punks I've given my bug to. You'll see...being a Poz Whore ain't so bad!”

I walked along the balcony of the second floor of the motel. It was a nice place...older, but not seedy. There were about 50 rooms, and it had a pool. I knocked on the door of room 37, and Kyle opened it to let me in. He had a big smile on his face, showing off those dimples that made me melt. We had met almost 2 years ago in an online chat room for older men seeking younger men. At the time he was 48 and I was 25, and we were both excited by the age gap, nevermind that we also hit it off really well. We had similar kinks and fetishes, and the sex was amazing. He also loved our size difference, since he was 6'4" and I was 5'7" and all of 130 pounds. He said he loved "wearing" me on his cock, and loved to talk dirty while we fucked. I even let him arrange a few 3ways because he said he loved watching other guys fuck me. I had wanted to try 3ways, but never had any until after I met Kyle. And since I was on prep, I didn't worry too much that the other top was a stranger. I asked him once if he ever asked the other tops if they were HIV poz, and he said, "sometimes. But you're on prep anyway." I still worried about him because I know he forgets to take pills and vitamins, and worried he would miss a dose or two. Once, while we were spooning after sex, he whispered that it was hot to think that one of the thirds might be poz. I shrugged it off since I was on prep, but he kept bringing it up, that it would be hot to watch poz guys fuck me. It obviously turned him on, and I started to think about it more and more. Then there was the time he confessed, afterwards, that the other top WAS poz. He didnt bother to mention it because we were both taking meds, but he admitted to being more turned on than ever watching a poz guy fuck me...even if there was no real risk. Hearing his confession surprised me a little, but not as much as how hard I got as I processed his secret. But that was almost a year ago now. Today was his birthday, and this was his party. There was a small sheet cake on the table with his name written on it, and a few un-lit candles. Also a pint of melting ice cream, a case of beer, and a couple brown bottles of Amyl. My gaze drifted across the HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner and balloon arrangement, then bounced across the faces of the other party guests with a passive smile and a friendly nod. Seven men smiled back at me, a couple tipping their beers to me as they did so. Seven men around Kyle's age, some with dad-bods. Seven men I had never met before, but who were all a part of my birthday present to Kyle. We cut the birthday cake and sang, then mingled a bit as we ate standing. They all knew I was Kyle's boyfriend, but only a couple knew my name. I didn't ask any of their names, and none of them offered it. When everyone had finished their cake, and a couple of the men lit cigarettes, I introduced myself. "Thank you guys for coming to Kyle's party, this is an important birthday for him. I know we've never met but I'm Kyle's boyfriend Scott." They smiled and nodded, and a couple mumbled, "Hi, Scott." I continued. "I gave Kyle complete control over the guest list as part of my birthday present." Kyle stood by with his arms folded, smiling knowingly. "This year, for Kyle's birthday, I am giving him my serostatus." There was silence for a moment, and then some of the men nodded.

love that feeling

Just a note to let everyone know about how my weekend went in San Francisco. I spent Sat. riding my mountain bike all over the city. I hit all the cruisy spots, including the Golden Gate Park at the Wind Mills, and a park in the Haight Ashbury. Not much was happening. So, I cruised over to the Presidio. There is an area just West of the GG Bridge in the Presidio that is extremely cruisy. It stays active all day long. I have swallowed a lot of cum there and have fucked bareback several times. Lots of hot guys. When I arrived, I locked my bike up in the parking lot and hit the trails along the cliffs and bushes. Lots of little hiding spaces and areas for sex. I was almost immediately sucking cock and getting sucked as I met several hot guys. There was this little hot Latino guy, didn’t look a day over 18 or 19, walking along the trails. When I past him, he didn’t give me a look or nod or anything, so I assumed he was not interested. With me being 30 y/o, I figured he was looking for dudes his own age. But I kept seeing him as I cruised. God, he was hot. Around 5 o'clock or so, it was really starting to get dark, most everyone had left. The Presidio (park areas) closes at dusk, so I was about to wrap it up. I had sucked off 5 or 6 guys in the hour and a half I had been there, but had not gotten off. I didn’t have the opportunity to fuck or get fucked either. I made one last walk through some of the trails and to my surprise, that little fuckin' Latino Boy was still hanging out. This time he glanced my way. I was only about 10 yards from him, but I pulled out my cock and started stroking it. He inched a little closer to get a better look and that’s when I ducked into the bushes where there was a little more privacy. Sure enough, he followed me in. As he approached me, I reached out and felt his crotch and could feel his cock hardening. I knew I had to have this dude's ass, and I was going to work hard for it. Within a few minutes, both of our pants were down to our ankles and I was sucking on his cock. Not a word had been spoken between us. That’s the way I like anonymous sex...hot and quick, then move on to the next. No time for meaningless conversation. Anyway, I started to play with his ass as I was sucking him and he started responding with quiet moans. He had a hot, smooth bubble butt, with a patch of black hair in his crack. Things were starting to go my way. I then turned him around, bent him over and started eating his ass. He like this also and I continued for awhile. I got his ass real wet and slippery with spit, then stood up and ran my cock along his crack, sliding it up and down. I was standing behind him, grinding against him and playing with his cock. I started massaging is hole, then rubbing my cock against it, then inserting my finger. NICE AND TIGHT. But I was going to loosing him up just enough for my cock. I ate his ass some more and fingered it. Then again rubbed my cock against it. Then I started to press it in a little. He was really getting into it. As I started to press a little harder, I heard the words that is considered profanity for us barebackers, the words that will make us go soft at just the thought. In his thick Latino accent, he asked, "Do you have condom?" FUCK!!! So close! I pulled my cock away from his ass and started fingering him again. I said "I don’t have one with me" and his reply "I have none". Fuck fuck fuck! I just kept playing with his ass. Maybe if I just silently pressure him a little, he would give in. I have been in this position before, and it sometimes works. I started eating his ass some more and fingering it. He was loving this and really starting getting into it again. This was when I decided to make my move. I stood up again, behind him, and let my cock brush up his ass crack. I started grinding him, and sliding my cock up and down his crack and across his hole. He was responding like any good faggot would. Then I started to put a little pressure on his sphincter with the head of my cock. I pushed a little harder, and he felt like he started to resist a little. I start licking his neck, and tonguing his ear, then whispered, "it's ok, relax, its ok, its cool, relax, I will be careful," and a whole bunch of other bullshit. It seemed to work, cause, he started to relax as I pushed deeper into him. Now I doubt this guy was a virgin because he knew what he liked, but he was young and hadn’t been loosened up like some more experienced fags have been. I couldn’t believe I was actually getting away with it. I felt my cockhead pop past his sphincter, and he took a quick breath and tensed up. I stopped because I didn’t want him to hurt so bad that he would change his mind about getting fucked. I let him adjust to it for a moment. Then I pushed a little deeper and it went in a little further. Soon, my cock was buried all the way up this hot Latino boys ass. And a hot poz load was waiting to be shot up his neg ass. I started slowly stroking it back and forth, in and out. God, it felt good. The sun was down and it was almost dark. I could barely see around me anymore. But that made it even more intense. Having anonymous sex in a dark park with a hot guy. I had him bent over, fucking him from behind. As I fucked him, I started thinking about how I had suckered this stupid faggot into getting fucked and now he was going to pay the price for his stupidity. I was going to give this faggot AIDS, give him a gift of death. As I quickened the strokes of my cock, I pictured what his expression would be when he finds out he got "IT". I pictured what he would look like wasting away with KS lesions, his chest rattling with Pneumonia. I was doing this to him and I felt so powerful. I had his life in my hands. I was his judge, jury and executioner. As I was fucking him, he started to moan a little, as he was enjoying what was being done to him. If he only knew what was REALLY happening to him. And what was going to happen to him because of being a slut at a park and having anonymous sex with strangers. I preyed on his innocent ignorance and won the battle. I was basking in my glory, winner of the fight, and he was paying the price of defeat. God, what a rush! I was getting close to cumming. I had only been fucking him for a few minutes, but I knew it was about time. Inexperienced asses like his cannot handle long drawn out fucks. So, I had to quicken it up and get the job done. I felt the tightness of his ass around my cock. I was going to unload in this fags asshole and leave my mark. I starting fucking harder, hating him more with every stroke, feeling the Deadly poz cum building up to the inevitable climax. Yes, this fucker was gonna die, gonna get the poison his ass so deserved. Then I felt it getting reading to shoot, and I started ramming his ass hard but steady. I was going to make sure his ass got every drop of death I had in me. I felt the rush sweep over me, then the first spurt, as his ass accepted its fate. In my mind I was screaming, "Take my poz cum, faggot, take what you deserve!! Die fag, die!! I released jets of poisoned spunk up his neg ass, coating it with poison, pozZING every nook and cranny of his rectum. My virus was going on to claim another victim. Yes, my mission had been accomplished. As I pumped the last few drops of death up his hole, I then pulled out and acted as if I was cumming, jacking it off, and making a few moans as I was shooting my cum off to the side. It was dark. He couldn’t see if I was really cumming or not. So, I succeeded in fooling him. He thought I pulled out and came. What a sucker. They all fall for it. He was still jacking his cock, so I stuck my finger up his ass, and banged his prostate as he got closer to cumming. I jammed my fingernail good and hard into the soft fleshy tissue of his rectum as I was pushing it in and out of his ass. He came pretty quickly and shot all over the ground in front of him. It was dark, so I didn’t see the cum shoot, but I did feel it oozing down his cock when I reached up to feel it after he came. Like the typical man, he pulled away because it was sensitive. I had already pulled up my pants as he was getting himself together. Without a word, I eased out of the bushes and found the trail in the dark and made my way back to my bike. His car was still in the parking lot. To his advantage, it had not yet been ticketed by the park police for being there after dusk. I rode off with an evil grin, knowing the mission had been accomplished. My virus was content.

I have been wanting to share my story which is based on true events that happened November 2022. I’d been lurking on this site for years, jerking to the stories, putting myself in every single one of them. All the wildest ones had one thing in common: Tina. They swore she turned regular sex into something next-level, something spiritual. I was 31, Black, thick-ass bottom, and I finally needed to know if the hype was real. I didn’t know a single soul who sold T. My usual menu was weed and poppers, nothing harder. But I knew the code words cold: PnP, ❄️, clouds, “parTy,” ice emojis. So I opened Grindr, set the filters, and started hunting. That’s when Jess popped up. Black trans girl, gorgeous in that raw, late-night way. Profile full of ass shots and the little snowflake emoji. I sent the message before I could overthink it. Me Hey. First time ever trying Tina. Got $30 cash. Can you grab for me and keep some for yourself? Jess Hey cutie! Yeah I can help you out. $30 works. Where you at right now? Me Not far. Can pull up anywhere you say. Jess Cool. Can you pull up? I’ll come down to the car. Ten minutes? I drove a short 6 minutes to her. She walked out looking exactly like someone who’d already had a long night: wild curly wig, smeared lipstick, tiny halter top, Daisy Dukes so short the pockets hung lower than the shorts, skinny but curvy where it counted, and the biggest, friendliest smile. “Heyyy baby!” she said, sliding into my passenger seat. “You’re cute as hell. First time for real?” “For real,” I laughed, handing her the folded bills. “I don’t really know what to expect.” She took the money, tucked it in her bra, and pulled out a tiny baggie with nice shards sparkling inside. “Some straight fire. You’re gonna love her.” She handed it over with a wink. “This some good shit, trust me. Text me later and tell me how she treats you.” I thanked her, she hopped out, gave me one last smile, and that was it. Polite, quick, easy. Drove home buzzing with nerves and excitement. Got in the house, locked the door, and stared at the baggie like it was a winning lottery ticket. Didn’t have a pipe, didn’t know what the hell I was doing. So first I broke off a tiny piece, stuffed it in a Black & Mild, and smoked it like weed. Tasted awful, but twenty minutes later a warm little wave rolled through me. Not crazy, but enough to make me grin like an idiot and say out loud, “Okay… feels pretty good. I get it now.” An hour of gooning later I wanted the real deal. I took a fat about .15 shard, crushed it just a little, smeared lube all over my thick dildo on the fuck machine, and rolled the crystal right onto the tip. Got on all fours, backed up slow, and let it slide in. That famous burn hit instantly: sharp, fiery, perfect. I held still, letting it melt inside me, letting it soak in. Five minutes in, the switch flipped. My whole body lit up. My ass turned into one hungry, pulsing mouth. I started rocking back faster, then faster, then I just flipped the machine on high and let it rail me. Creamy lube started foaming around the shaft. My dick stayed soft (exactly like the stories said), and that made me even hornier. I grabbed my phone with shaky hands, opened Grindr again, and every ounce of fear was gone. Scrolled till I found him: “BBC 4 fat ass – can travel.” While the machine was still pounding me into another planet, I typed one-handed: Me Dick looking great and need BBC in this phat ass right now. Are condoms cool? I sent some ass pics and one of me on my fuck machine. His reply came instantly: “Damn! I need that… WYA.” I dropped my location (something I never, ever do). Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. I opened it and there stood Nico: tall, dark, low-cut dreads, easy smile, and the thickest nine-and-a-half-inch dick I’d ever seen already swinging heavy in his sweats. I pulled him straight to the bedroom, dropped to my knees, and inhaled that beautiful, veiny monster raw. I never liked sucking dick before; it was just foreplay. Tina turned me into a different man. I worshipped that dick like it was paying my rent. A few minutes of sloppy head and I was already spinning around, spreading my cheeks. “Condom?” I managed to gasp. He rolled one on, lined up, and sank in balls-deep. Nothing in my life had ever felt that good. Every stroke lit me up from the inside. I was moaning like a porn star, pushing back, begging him to go harder. Ten minutes of pounding and Nico groaned, slammed deep, and filled the rubber. I wanted more. Went to clean him off with my mouth, but he laughed, pulled away: “Too sensitive, bro.” I joked, “If you’re sensitive now, imagine if you would’ve fucked me raw and came inside.” That made him grin wide. “Tell you what, my boy’s at the hotel with me and he loved your pics. But he only plays raw. You want both of us to run a train on that ass raw?” I froze for a second. My ass was twitching, and the thought of raw dick for the first time, by not one guy but two, which would also mean my first creampies ever… I knew this was a crossroad. A choice that would change everything. Then I smiled. “Give me ten minutes to shower and I’m there.” I closed the door behind Nico and hopped in the shower quick, water steaming hot. While I rinsed off I slid two soapy fingers inside myself, feeling how loose and hungry I still was, picturing Nico and his boy taking turns with those big raw dicks, pumping load after load deep in my guts, watching it drip down my thighs all night. I laughed under the spray, soft-dicked and hornier than I’d ever been in my life. Then I paused, towel in hand, staring at the little baggie still sitting on the counter. I wanted another bump, bad. Just enough to keep the fire roaring when those two raw dicks got in me. But I wasn’t stupid; I still had to drive across town, and the first booty-bump was already singing loud in my blood. I broke off a small shard anyway, slipped it into a tiny fold of paper, and tucked it deep in my sweats pocket with a single dab of lube in a travel packet I grabbed from the drawer. Plan was set: soon as I parked at the hotel, I’d hop in the back seat, reach back quick, slide it in, and let it melt while I walked inside already buzzing harder than ever. They’d never know I was secretly topping myself off. I threw on fresh grey sweats grabbed my keys, and headed out the door. Two raw loads were waiting… and in ten minutes I was gonna be freshly spun and ready to beg for both of them. End...for now.

"People infected with HIV must take antiretroviral drugs for life. But engineered antibodies appeared to suppress the virus for certain participants in recent trials in Africa and Europe" "In one of the trials—the FRESH trial, led by virologist Thumbi Ndung’u of the University of KwaZulu-Natal and the Africa Health Research Institute in South Africa—4 of 20 participants maintained undetectable levels of HIV for a median of 1.5 years without taking antiretrovirals. In the other, the RIO trial set in the United Kingdom and Denmark and led by Sarah Fidler, a clinical doctor and HIV research expert at Imperial College London, 6 of 34 HIV-positive participants have maintained viral control for at least two years." [think before following links] https://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/new-trials-hint-that-functional-cure-for-hiv-may-be-within-reach-helping-some-patients-achieve-lasting-remission-180987767/

Rolling around in bed I was hard as a rock and had that familiar feeling that life would be better if I had a thick cock inside me. My girlfriend was out of town and I had no plans for the night. I'd been playing with boys for years but had taken a bit of a break until recently. Once I started giving it up to horny gay boys I found a fire inside me that was endlessly hungry. So every time she was out of town for work I'd hop online and try to find a match. And so far she'd been none the wiser and I'd been having a great time. No harm, right? Tonight would be no different, I convinced myself, as I rolled over to grab my phone. What she also didn't know was that I'd been slipping up lately and going raw. Before I was in a relationship I always played raw, on prep. Since dating I'd gotten off prep and not given it much more thought. But I didn't play all that much so it didn't seem worth the trouble and potential explaining. Hard as a rock and very much in heat I began scrolling through profiles, looking for a top to play with me. Before long I found one nearby, online. His profile name was just a scorpion, no photo. Kinda odd, kinda hot I thought. Didn't think much of it. His profile was pretty sparse except for some stats (that fit my desires) and one line "Say the word and I'll make you mine". Why not. I messaged him. "horny af here, need a top to make me his tonight. i'm hosting." added a sexy photo and sent it. Waited, waited. Nothing. Fuck. Started scrolling again when a message popped in "i bet you do. send location. be naked and ready to fuck, boy" with a photo of his hard, thick cock. I didn't hesitate. I was rushing around with anxious energy getting my place tidy and stripping when i heard a knock at the door. I let him in. Tall, dark, handsome. Yum. He glanced me up and down and said "oh look at you. you're ready for it aren't you?". I nodded silently as he closed the door and began undressing. That's when I noticed the large scorpion tattoo on his chest. "you really like scorpions huh?" I asked shyly. He smirked and just replied "sure man". Feeling a little embarrassed I didn't press it further. Almost like he could sense my trepidation, he moved quickly towards me and kissed me. I melted in his arms right away. Things moved quickly to my bed, his body pressed against me, his hands exploring my body, his cock rock hard pressing against my bare ass. I was in heaven already. "you like it raw?" he moaned softly in my ear. I nodded vigorous. "good boy, im going to give it all to you". I moaned loud as he spread my legs. He slowly worked my hole, loosening me up, all the while driving me insane. By the time he had the tip in I was pulling him in deeper with my legs, begging for his cock. Fuck the lube, fuck the foreplay. I cant wait, I need it bad. He did his work well. That smirk plastered on his face as he gave me what I wanted, pushing deeper, and deeper. Finally buried deep inside me, he leaned in and started kissing me, moving from my lips to my neck. All the while pumping slowly in and out of me like his little fuck doll. I'm sure it wasn't lost on him how desperate I was for this. How bad I yearned for his cock every time he pulled back. "Mmm you love it boy. You ready for me to go harder", to which I simply replied "fuck me", sealing my fate. I didn't mind the lubeless pain. I just wanted him to fuck me. With this he started pounding me, his mouth still locked on my neck. Teeth digging in. I could feel the pain and suddenly had a little sense when I cried out softly "you'll leave a mark!". He paused his attack of my vulnerable neck only long enough to growl in my ear "more than one, I think". My body couldn't resist him so i gave in, letting him bite me hard as he plunged deep into me. "fuck it, you're ready" he said, pulling all the way out - to my great dismay. He commanded me to flip over, pulling my ass back towards him and without warning plunged right back in, knocking the air out of me. He pounded me deep and I could feel he was getting close. I didn't care. I was moaning like a whore. I wanted his load so bad. Needed it now. So did what any good bottom should and begged. He let out a dry laugh and grunted "you were never getting away" and pushed deep and shot it inside me. The feeling of his big hot load exploding in me was enough to send me over the edge into a shaking orgasm, wasting my cum all over the sheets. Panting, sweating, his cock still pulsing inside me, we laid there recovering for a few minutes. I asked him if he wanted to stick around and go again, but he had to head out. "I'll check back with you soon, and if you still need more I'll come pound a few more into you boy" and out the door he went. I was a bit puzzled by this, but I'd gotten what I wanted. I spent the rest of the evening jerking off while his cum leaked slowly out of me. Fell asleep still loaded with cum. Perfect. The next morning I woke up and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, one big hot hickey planted on my neck. It was only then his words rang back in my mind "more than one, I think". Glancing around my neck I didn't see any though. I wonder what that meant...and how I'll explain this hickey to my girlfriend...

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Part 2 The next morning hit like a fever dream that refused to break. I woke up tangled between them in the tent, the air thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and spilled whiskey. Sunlight cut through the nylon walls in thin, golden blades, striping our naked bodies. My hole throbbed, tender and used, a dull ache that made me shift and immediately feel the dried cum cracking on my stomach and face. Ryan was already half-hard against my thigh, his morning wood pressing lazily into me like it belonged there. Jack was behind me, his arm slung heavy over my waist, his breath warm on the back of my neck. Neither of them spoke at first. Ryan just rolled over, grabbed the back of my head, and fed his cock into my mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world. No "good morning," no hesitation—just the salty taste of him, already leaking, sliding over my tongue while I was still blinking sleep from my eyes. Jack stirred behind me, chuckled low, and reached down to spread my cheeks. He spat once, and pushed two fingers into the mess they’d left. They slipped in easily, no resistance, just a wet sound and my own muffled moan around Ryan’s cock. “Still open from last night,” Jack muttered, his voice rough with sleep. “Good boy.” They didn’t rush. They used me slowly, like I was part of the morning routine. Ryan fucked my throat steady and deep while Jack worked me open again with his tongue, then his fingers, then his cock—bare again, sliding in raw and slick with leftover lube and cum. I took it without thinking. My body knew what it wanted now. We didn’t crawl out of the tent until noon. When we finally did, it was like nothing had changed, and everything had. The world felt sharp and overly real after the close, humid dark of our nest. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the musky, scents of debauchery and whiskey that still clung to my skin. There was an unspoken choreography to our movements. I started the fire back up, while Jack wrestled with the grill and Ryan set up the percolator, the clatter of metal and the hiss of the stove the only sounds between us. It was almost domestic, almost, in a primal sort of way. After we’d choked down breakfast, I took the stack of greasy plates down to the lake’s edge. The water was a sheet of dark glass, reflecting the sky. I was on my knees, scrubbing at a plate with sand, when the stream hit me. It was hot and shocking, arcing over my shoulder and splashing across my back. I flinched, looking up to see Ryan smirking, pissing on me with a lazy, confident arch. “Taste it, freshman,” he laughed, the sound echoing across the water. Before I could even react, Jack came barreling past me in a flying leap, hitting the water with a tremendous splash that soaked me to the bone. “Get in here, you filthy whore!” he yelled, surfacing with a gasp. Ryan laughed and jumped in after him. The cold was a physical blow, a vise closing around my chest, stealing my breath. They were on me in an instant, their hands rough, scrubbing me raw, calling me their filthy whore while I grinned and splashed back. Later, naked on our camp chairs, we air-dried under the sun like lizards. Our bodies glistened, and the warmth seeped back into my bones, chasing away the cold. We passed a joint back and forth, the smoke curling up into the pines, each hit followed by a long pull from a cold, sweaty Pabst. The world felt soft again, hazy at the edges. Every time I bent over to grab another beer from the cooler, a hand—Ryan’s, Jack’s, it didn’t matter—would connect with my ass, a sharp, stinging slap that was more punctuation than punishment. We fished air drying naked on the chairs, our bodies glistening in the sun, passing a joint back and forth along with some cold Pabst's. They’d slap my ass when I bent over to grab another beer. Ryan, sitting closest to me, put his hand on my thigh, pulling my leg closer and spreading me open. He aggressively found his way into my hole again. "You’re still hungry, aren't you, freshman?" he said. “You’re gonna be sore for days,” Jack grinned from his chair, watching the show, smirking while sipping his beer. Ryan grabbed my hand and led me to the truck, where he slammed me down onto the cool metal of the tailgate. The sun was on my back, but his shadow fell over me. He leaned in close, his fingers teasing my rim as he whispered, “You want some dick, bro?” Jack appeared at his side, phone in hand, the lens already pointed at us. He held the small brown bottle to my nose. “Yeah, freshman. Open that hole for my bro.” The poppers hit me like a wave, a dizzying rush that melted my bones and turned the world into a pulsing, urgent thing. With both hands, I reached back and spread myself open for him, an offering. Ryan spat on my hole, the impact a sharp spark. He smacked my tender ass with the head of his cock, then pushed. He entered me slow and blunt, a deliberate, unyielding pressure that stole the air from my lungs. I recoiled, not from pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming delight of my own submission. He pulled out, spit on himself again, and sank back in, deeper this time. A yelp escaped my lips. “Take it, bitch. You know you want it,” Jack said, his voice tight with excitement. With my head turned to the side, writhing in a pleasurable agony, I found the words. “Fuck me, bro.” Jack hopped into the flatbed, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and fed his cock into my waiting mouth. “Choke on it, freshman.” He was filming, not with malice, but with a kind of pride, as if he were capturing the exact moment I shed my old skin and became this new, hungry thing. Ryan’s pace quickened, spurred on by my muffled moans and the sound of me gagging. He came in a series of sharp, jerking thrusts, a warmth that bloomed deep inside me. A moment later, Jack’s grip tightened in my hair, and he held me down as he filled my mouth. We were so lost in our own world, our own little universe of sweat and skin, that we never heard the car pull up. Not the crunch of tires on the gravel, not the footsteps on the dirt. We only heard the throat-clearing, the loud, pointed “Ahem,” that cut through the haze like a knife. We all froze. A park ranger stood by the fire pit, his sunglasses hiding his eyes, his expression unreadable as he scanned the scene: me, naked and bent over the tailgate, Ryan and Jack with their dicks still out, the phone still clutched in Jack’s hand. “What’s going on here, boys, huh?” he asked, his voice flat and clinical. He commanded, “Go put some clothes on and get me the beers.” We scrambled, the spell broken. We did exactly as he said, our movements clumsy and sudden. He let us off with a warning, his lips a thin, disapproving line. “I’ll be back. Keep it clean, boys,” he said, then got in his truck and headed off down the trail. A heavy silence descended. “Shit, man,” Jack said, finally breaking it. “That fucker took the weed.” “Don’t worry, bro,” Ryan said, a slow smile spreading across his face as he nodded toward the trail. “We have backup.” The tension from the ranger’s visit evaporated in the crackle of the fire Ryan built back up. As the flames took hold, he laid four thick steaks on the grill, the scent of searing meat and wood smoke a powerful, grounding force. We were still buzzing with adrenaline and the lingering thrill of being caught. It was in that charged quiet that I heard it—a low, distant rumble that grew into the distinctive, guttural roar of a motorcycle. It pulled into our clearing, engine cutting off to leave a ringing silence. A young man swung off the bike, helmet tucked under his arm. He was lean, with a sharp, confident gaze that took in the three of us. “Hey,” he said, nodding at Jack and Ryan. He shrugged off a heavy backpack, setting it down with a thud that sounded like a promise. He unzipped it, revealing a dark forest of beer, and a gleaming flask of whiskey. “Got the goods?” Jack asked, a hopeful edge to his voice. The guy—Alex—smiled, a slow, knowing thing. He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a small, baggie, the green inside vibrant even in the dimming light. A collective sigh of relief went through us. We rejoiced, the moment feeling like a successful heist, and returned to the fire, our spirits renewed. The brothers introduced me, and we all fell on the food like wolves, devouring our meal under the darkening sky, washing it down with cold beer. The firelight danced in Alex’s eyes as he looked at me, a new, hungry appraisal in his gaze. He set his beer down, his voice cutting through the crackle of the flames. “You want to drink my beer, smoke my weed, then you eat and fuck my hole,” he said. It wasn’t a question. He looked from me to the brothers. “I always bitch out for these two, but now you. Eat my hole, faggot.” He stood, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall. He bent over a log, grabbed the back of my head, and shoved my face right into his ass. The world shrank to that single point of contact—the heat of him, the taste, the raw intimacy. He went down on Ryan as he ground against my face, his movements fluid and practiced. “Alex is a good friend,” Jack said, his voice a low rumble of approval. “He always gets us off. I think he likes you, freshman. Now get in that boy’s ass.” I pulled back, gasping for air, but Jack’s frustration was immediate. “No, freshman,” he growled, pulling my head out by the hair. He pressed the poppers bottle to my nose again. “Deeper.” The rush hit me, and the world dissolved into a haze of need. Jack shoved my face back into Alex’s ass, and this time, I lost myself completely. Alex started to wiggle, gyrating on my face, his moans vibrating around Ryan’s cock. I felt Jack’s hands on me, slick with lube, stroking my own hard cock, jerking me in time with Alex’s movements. “You like this boy’s ass, freshman?” Jack asked. I could only manage a muffled, “Uh-huh.” “I think you should fuck him, freshman,” Jack commanded. “Fuck yeah, bro,” Alex mumbled, releasing my head. I rose, my legs unsteady, and guided myself into him. He was tight, hot, and yielding. I started to move, finding a rhythm. Alex pulled off Ryan’s cock, turning his head to look back at me. “Come on, bro, fuck me,” he urged. I grabbed his ass with both hands and dug in, burying myself to the hilt. Jack fed Alex more poppers, and Alex’s body went pliant, then he started to ride me, taking control. “Who taught you how to fuck, bro? Your mother?” he taunted, his voice breathless and sharp. In a sudden, powerful move, he pulled off my cock, spun me around, and pushed me to my knees on top of a log. He kicked my legs apart and rammed his cock into me. It was thick and blunt, a tree trunk of a thing that forced a yelp from my lips. “This is how you fuck, bro,” he grunted, pounding me without mercy. The pleasure was so intense it was agony. “Yes, sir,” I moaned, my voice breaking. “Take it, bitch,” Jack said, appearing in front of me. He fed me poppers and shoved his cock in my mouth, the dual assault overwhelming my senses. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the spit and precum. Ryan moved around us, a shadow in the firelight. “Hold your hole open, freshman,” he commanded. I reached back, spreading my cheeks for him as he took a photo. The flash was blinding in the dark, a sudden, harsh light that captured my total surrender. “For the memories,” he said, his voice a low, satisfied smirk. I didn’t even flinch. I wanted them to have it. I wanted to be a memory, a story they would tell. I wanted to be theirs. They used me in turns, a slow, deliberate rhythm. One in my mouth, one in my ass, then they would switch without a word. The only sounds were the crackle of the fire, the wet slap of skin on skin, and my own moans, guttural and unashamed. I was a conduit for their pleasure, a vessel to be filled. The poppers were a constant, a chemical haze that kept me floating just above the pain, lost in a sea of pure sensation. Moaning like a bitch every time one of them used me. I begged them to “breed me”, words I’d never said out loud before that weekend. When they did, one after the other, I came so hard I saw white. When Ryan obliged, his thrusts becoming short and sharp as he emptied himself deep inside me, my own orgasm ripped through me. It was violent and blinding, a white-hot explosion that left me shaking and spent, my body convulsing in the dirt. Jack followed, then Alex, each one leaving their mark, their warmth mixing inside me until I was overflowing with them. When they were finished, they simply pulled out and retreated to the chairs, leaving me kneeling and gasping in the firelight. They sat back, sated and watching me with a lazy, proprietary gaze. “Beer,” Jack said, not a question, but a command. I pushed myself up on trembling legs, my body aching and numb, and walked to the cooler. I fetched them fresh beers, my hole slick and leaking, my legs unsteady. I served them, then knelt by the fire, feeling their cum ooze out of me, a slow, warm trickle down my thighs. I felt like a grateful little slut, and I’d never been more content in my life. We eventually passed out in the tent, the four of us, a tangled pile of naked limbs, wrapped in each other's filth and warmth. Sunday morning was softer. The light was amber and hazy, the fire nothing but glowing embers. I awoken last, the taste of them still in my mouth. I crawled out of the sleeping bag and knelt by the fire, giving morning head to whoever stirred first, then the next, then the next. They passed me around like a joint, their hands sleepy and gentle in my hair as the coffee pot gurgled over the flames. After the coffee, they bent me over the familiar log one last time. They fucked me slowly, almost reverently, in the quiet morning light. Ryan first, then Jack, then Alex, each one finishing in my ass while I knelt in the dirt, a grateful supplicant. Their combined release oozed out of me, mixing with the sweat and the morning dew. My legs numb and shaking, Ryan wiped a thumb across my hole, pushed it into my mouth. I sucked it clean for him. Fuck that taste is amazing. As we started to break camp, I noticed the fishing poles in the back of the truck, pristine and untouched. A smile touched my lips. We never once touched them. Can’t wait to go fishing again On the drive home I sat in the middle again, my head on Ryan’s thigh, Jack’s hand tangled in my hair. Every time we hit a bump in the dirt road, I felt a phantom echo of them inside me, a deep, satisfying ache. Ryan traced lazy circles on my neck. “Same time next month?” “Oh yeah,” I nodded, I said, voice hoarse. “Any fucking time you want bro”. My throat raw, body wrecked, sore and floating, heart pounding like I’d finally found where I belonged. The lake disappeared behind us, but I could still taste wood smoke and them every time I breathed in. That weekend was a sacred bond between us, and a fantasy come true. Fishing with the boys had a new meaning for me after that, which repeated as often as we could.

When I first started having sexual thoughts and ideas about being with another man, one of the first things I did in an attempt to begin exploring was scroll through the m2m ads on Craigslist and doublelist. It’d get me turned on reading what other guys are looking for and seeing what’s out there. I became more curious and eager to see if I could actually meet someone even if it was just to chat back and forth, share fantasies, talk about sexual experiences with other men, etc. Being that I had just gotten engaged a few months ago to the sweetest and most perfect girl I’ve ever met before, I had to be careful not to get caught… so I created a secret email account that I could hide on my phone and use whenever I wanted to do my exploring… I went from just responding to ads that other men posted, to posting some of my own. It was an innocent and discreet enough way for me to test the waters, meet some guys, and possibly see if I could ever meet someone to help me take things one step further. After a few months I had a few older guys in my area who I’d email back and forth in an attempt to finally get together to do all of the things we’d been talking about and fantasizing of doing if we were to meet. I strung guys along and continued to make it seem as if I was serious about meeting in person, but could never actually follow through bc I’d be nervous or scared or paranoid I’d get caught. Months turned into a year and I’d chatted with tons of different guys about a wide range of things that we’d do. Not many guys would continue to entertain me after a few failed attempts to meet, but there was one guy who I had ended up continuing talking to on an off. He was a pretty laid back and easy to talk to type of guy, seemed like the normal horny kind of guy who you’d come across thru personal ads. We shared more and more about our turn ons, fantasies, likes, dislikes, home situations, etc. After months and months of us divulging to each other about all things sexual, the things we’d talk about would get a bit more kinky and [banned word] and we uncovered a lot of secret kinks and perverted fantasies we both had but never spoke of to anyone else before. He made me feel so comfortable and open and willing to be vulnerable when we conversed. Eventually we both felt like our connection was genuine and we started to talk about maybe meeting up to experiment and play together. He was much older and had alot more experience with other men, and I was pretty much a clueless virgin that was innocent to some degree and just willing and eager to do whatever came my way and became possible. He would send me emails daily, asking if I wanted to meet, trying to make plans and figuring out where we could go, what we could do, and really trying harder and harder to convince me into agreeing to something. He knew I was extremely nervous and scared to act on my desires and all the things we’d been talking through for what ended up being more than a year. He would propose semi public places that were secluded but not fully secure for us to meet and hookup… he’d tell me that he would meet me in the bathroom of a store or a fitting room so that I could try sucking my first cock…even if it was just for a minute or two. His offers grew more and more tempting to me… he was getting me closer and more comfortable with the idea of a private meeting for a quick oral hookup. Every time he asked and pleaded and pressured me into meeting him somewhere, he came off more and more desperate, and that was kind of a turn on for me. I never got the kind of desire and attention sexually from anyone before and it was exciting to be pursued in the way he was coming after me. …. To be continued….

He continues using my mouth for what feels like forever, going back and forth between plunging his cock into my throat and making me hold his heavy full balls in my mouth so my lips stay sealed around the top of his scrotum and his entire sacks completely engulfed by my warm wet mouth. Just as I start to find myself being able to handle having my throat and mouth abused and used like the slut he’s showed me that I truly am, he pulls himself out from my mouth and pushes me backwards, nearly causing me to fall. Not knowing what to do or what will happen next I get back into kneeling position looking up at him with my moist spit covered face. He tells me to stand up and turn around with my hands against the wall. I’m in a daze and my mind is reeling not knowing what he’s got planned in his dirty mind. I can feel his presence as hes standing behind me, one hand on my wet cock and one hand on my lower back. He gets up real close to me and I feel his breath at my ear. “Pull your pants down slut” he says to me in a very low demanding tone. I hesitate for a second, trying to wrap my head around what I might be getting myself into. I wasn’t expecting or prepared to do anything more than sucking his cock like we discussed… I started to panic and wonder if I’d made a huge mistake in coming here and doing any of this. My hands were still planted on the cold concrete wall and I feel his fingers dig into the top of my waistband, gripping the back of my pants and pulling them down. I don’t know why but all I could manage to do was stay frozen in place while submissively allowing him to lower my pants and boxer briefs down till they were just below my exposed, bare ass cheeks. I’m not gonna lie, I felt extremely vulnerable and powerless in that moment and it was one of the most thrilling rushes I’d ever felt before. He pressed himself up against me, his hot wet cock colliding with my naked ass. He wrapped his arms around my neck, hugging me from behind and pressing up against my back. I feel his hard shaft laying down and pressing itself between my cheeks. I whimpered and my breathing got heavy, letting out little gasps and shallow breaths as I felt the warm sensation of his hard cock rubbing up and down between my butt cheeks, sliding back and forth across my tight puckered little hole that started twitching uncontrollably when it came in contact with his thick meat. Each time his cock would glide across my hole it felt like more and more pressure was being applied to it and it was driving me absolutely insane. I feel his hand reach down and grab hold of his rock hard throbbing member. He stars stroking his shaft, holding his big plump head between my cheeks so that it presses up against the outside of my hole. He continues to stroke and jerk at his cock, picking up the pace and intensity until he was eventually beating himself off vigorously. The way that he had himself positioned, nestled against me with his precum leaking head holding firmly and deliberately right between my cheeks, pointing directly up against my hole… it made me feel so vulnerable and dominated and slutty… after a few minutes of torturous anticipation I hear his breathing change and he starts grunting and moaning. The sensation took me by surprise and took my breath away… his cock started spasming and erupting sending pulses and spurts of hot cum all over my ass, coating the outside of my hole, making a complete mess between my cheeks, down my taint and onto my balls. It seemed like it wouldn’t stop as he continued laying rope after rope of hot jizz all over me. When he finished, he quickly pulled my pants back up over my cum glazed ass, trapping and containing his entire load in my boxers. He told me to go home to my wife like the good little cum whore I am and he wants me to remember who owns my ass when I feel his wet gooey cum leaking down my ass making we All wet and nasty for the rest of the day.

!!NEW STORY!! (Desired Obsessions will be an anthology series exploring themes, this thread centering around reunions too hot to turn from and too dark to not indulge in) DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II Part One: Long Games Felix burrowed under his blankets, a cocoon of total darkness that was supposed to bring sleep. It was useless. For an hour, he’d tried to ignore the nasty thoughts swirling in his head, but they only kept him tangled in the sheets. His fingers traced a slow, absent-minded trail over his nipples, down the sharp ‘V’ of his hips, across the caramel skin of his inner thighs. A touch he melted into. Rolling onto his stomach, he peeked out. 4:05 AM. The red digital numbers glowed. He’d been chatting with some dude from an app, but the screen was dark now, the conversation having gone cold long before. But he thought of the pics the dude had sent: a thick, uncut, hairy blonde cock from four different angles. One of them had a can of lighter butane next to it for size reference. Slowly, he ground his hips into the mattress. A low, "Mmm," escaped his lips as an erection began to press into the bedding. "Yes…" he whispered, giving in to the inevitable. Sleep wasn't coming. "I’m gonna get spun." But what kind of night should this be? Felix was no stranger to wild nights, quickly bored by anything mild. Something new, he thought. The raw, the unfiltered. He moaned again, pushing his hips off the bed, arching his back until his ass was high in the air, an offering to the empty room. An idea struck. "And why not get lit that way?" He threw the blankets off, went to his nightstand, and opened the drawer, retrieving a small black case. Inside were a few small containers of party favors and a liquid syringe. He uncapped one, trying to remember the amount his friend had used last time, then pinched small white rocks into the syringe and filled it with a small amount of water. As he shook it gently, he thought of the first and only other time he’d gotten high this way. A small group hosted by a vers friend. All night, all raunchy. He was crazy high and crazy cock-hungry. His dick got hard as he watched the rocks dissolve. This is going to be wild, he told himself. His booty bump was ready. He grabbed his phone, put on some porn, and laid on his stomach. He positioned his ass in the air, pushed his hole out against the plastic tube, found the right spot, and pressed the plunger. The cool water splashed against his inner walls. He tightened, slid the tube out, not a single drop wasted, and began to grind his hard cock into the mattress as he pushed the plunger, flooding his hole. The build was slow, but when the feeling crested, it was electrifying, far more intense than smoking. He loved the way it made his hole feel: warm and tingling, alive with anticipation for anything. He took a hit of poppers. Two nostrils deep. His lungs filled with the sharp scent. He saw precum leaking from his cock. He pushed his hips onto the bed, eyes transfixed on the porn playing from his phone, and ground his hard dick into the mattress, over and over. "Fuck, that is so hot," he cried out. The booty bump was taking effect. His head buzzed. The verbal cries from the porn invaded his consciousness, and he imagined himself as the bottom in the video, on his knees, hungrily servicing two uncut Latin cocks. Spit filled his mouth as one of them forced a cock deep in his throat. He took another hit of poppers. His hole burned with an erotic warmth that made his hard cock leak even more. In the video, the two guys getting serviced towered over the small twink. The size difference made Felix even harder. Lost in the fantasy and the euphoric high, he continued grinding his sensitive cock into the mattress, moaning along with the video. "Fuck, ahhhh." He desperately wanted to be that bottom, fucked by both men. The booty bump flooded him with images of their thick cocks stretching him, making him scream. The room was hot and sticky. All that mattered was getting cock. Felix moaned, “Fuck, I need it so bad.” Another hit of poppers. He got louder, his hips bucking faster, accenting the curve of his bubble ass. A double hit of poppers. He stopped. He lifted his hips up and away from the bed, taking deep breaths to ride the edge of the peak he’d almost hit. Edging, bringing himself to the brink and then denying release, was his new favorite game. The porn played on, but Felix knew he needed the real thing. He considered texting the top from the other night, who was particularly skilled, but then reasoned with himself. Felix was a connoisseur of "firsts," of the new encounter where everything was a discovery. Anon. He’d tried it and loved it, the blindfold and everything. He ran through a mental list of things he hadn’t done, a list that got shorter by the weekend, before he settled on… public play. After a quick, hot shower, he dressed. The high thrummed under his skin and seemed to vibrate as he packed his fanny pack with favors before heading out. The morning air was still cool, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body. It felt good. He cut through the park a few blocks from his apartment. It was a casual cruising spot he’d always been too jumpy to try. Most guys were around in the middle of the night. Too cold and too creepy, Felix thought. The edges of the trees seemed to shimmer against the grass, and it all blurred at the edges of his vision. Felix did a second booty bump post-shower. He found the park mostly empty except for people walking dogs and others doing yoga or sunbathing. He followed the path to the men’s bathroom. Sitting on the benches just outside would be the best place to start; it would be one of the only open places so early in the morning. He sat sideways on the bench, one leg tucked under him, the same-side arm draped over the back. All he’d have to do was arch his back, pushing his warm, tingling ass toward any guy who might look twice. He blinked a couple of times and laughed softly to himself. “I am fuckin’ flying.” He discreetly ground his hand against his tight red nylon running shorts. He was gently startled by a burst of laughter and loud voices. Three men walked towards him, their energy infectious and sloppy. Felix, keeping his gaze soft, clocked their sneakers, the baseball hats on the white guy and the Latin guy, the basketball jersey on the white guy that was vaguely familiar, and bits of their odd, slurred conversation. He was much too high to coordinate anything, but he looked back and away in their direction just enough to make sure they noticed. The guys settled under a tree across from him, glancing over as they continued their boisterous conversation. Felix smiled, which got the white guy's attention, it was curious and something more than just interesting. Alright. Time to kick this up a notch. Felix arched his back and stood, moving with deliberate slowness. All three guys watched. Felix turned and headed for the men's bathroom. It was deserted. The morning air was growing thick with the heat of the day, the scent of bleach overpowering the faint smell of piss. Three stalls, doors open. Two sinks. Felix went to one and looked at himself in the mirror that hung just above it. The bathroom door creaked open. The white guy, hat pulled low, with that jersey and grey sweatpants, walked in. His face had something about it, Felix thought, but their eyes locked instantly through the mirror. Felix stepped into the stall furthest from the door, and the guy followed, the door clicking shut behind him. Felix faced him as he grabbed his dick, pressing his sweatpants against it. He bit his lower lip, silently daring Felix with each squeeze of his growing cock. Felix dropped to his knees, the cold tile biting his skin. He pressed his face against the grey sweatpants, inhaling deeply, the dude’s scent mixed with sweat filling his nostrils. He slowly rubbed his face along the length of the bulge, feeling the heat and hardness beneath the fabric. “Fuck….” the guy said, his voice hushed but laced with excitement. “Ain’t you a dirty little piece…” Felix looked up, meeting a familiar gaze and kept it there while he put his mouth over the guy’s cock, tracing it up and down, feeling the shape and size through the fabric. “What? This?” Felix ran his lips along the shaft, teasing and tasting. Lifting the jersey slightly ruffled the team logo Felix was too high to place from across the park, but now, looking at the guy’s eyes through the mirror, Felix softly grabbed the man’s towering thighs as he pulsed his lips, teasing himself with the dick still trapped under the sweatpants. The fact that they both knew each other and were underplaying their surprise wildly turned them both on. A low, gruff voice, as deep as a high school memory, said, “Felix. Pull my cock out.” “Yes, Logan.” Felix whispered, obediently. He slipped his fingers over the grey waistband and pulled. Logan used to refer to Felix as a "pretty dope faggot." He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a Logan used to refer to Felix as a pretty dope faggot. He specifically remembered imagining him to help him bust a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year.a couple times fucking his girlfriend senior year. Now he was a slutty faggot on his knees, teasing his throbbing meat. Logan’s cock was thick in the center and hung eight inches to the right, only halfway to being hard. The second booty bump had Felix focused on one thing, but a few shocked thoughts swirled around the utter disbelief that he was about to suck a dick he’d fantasized about many, many times. Felix rubbed his face against it, then inhaled the scent from his bush. “Fuck, you smell so good. Like a man.” “That’s right. You like how a real man smells, don’t you?” He grabbed Felix by the hair and yanked his head back to look up at him. “Don’t you?” “Uh-huh,” Felix whined, his eyes wide and begging. “That’s right. Keep worshiping that dick.” “Yes, sir, I’ll work for it.” “That’s right. You need to work for that cock.” “Oh, I will.” “Yeah? You deserve this cock?” “I do.” “You deserve that thick cock?” “I do.” Logan loosened his grip on Felix’s hair. “Even after all this time, you still gotta work for it. You know that, right?” “Mhmmm.” Felix started to kiss his cock, deep in worship. Logan had recognized Felix before he even realized he was part of his game. They knew each other, in a way. Same grade, some classes together, friends who might have mixed at some point. But it was alphabetical order—their last names landing them next to each other constantly. The group projects, the good mornings, the commiseration of being ‘just over it’, it had all brewed a friendly, low-key flirty vibe between the guy on the basketball team and the class vice-president on the debate team. Dark excitement burned in Logan’s eyes when he recognized something in Felix’s dark stare. He reached into his pocket and slipped something out. “Would you mind if I hit this right quick?” He flashed a small glass pipe, melted T coating the bottom. The same dark burn lit Felix up with a dark smile. “Nah, just as long as you let me blow a cloud on your cock.” Logan threw his head back and moaned. “Felix, Felix… you’re a bad little boy now, aren’t you?” He took a hit from his pipe and blew the smoke down at Felix. “Oh, Logan… I’m a very bad and very dirty little boy now.” Click. Logan blew his cloud down to Felix, slower this time, covering his face. “But still a little faggot. Wanna be my little faggot?” “I wanna be your little faggot,” Felix’s eyes pleaded with hunger. Logan lit the pipe for Felix. “Good.” He clicked the torch again, signaling for Felix to hit it again. “I told my boys to let me have some one-on-one time with you, since I knew you.” Felix didn’t even wait; he had his mouth back on the pipe before he’d blown out his last hit. “Now, I get to give them my little faggot. My spun little dirty slutty faggot.” Felix positioned his mouth around Logan’s cock, his lips hovering just above it, holding it there. The weight of it drove him crazy. He slowly pulled his head back while letting the cloud coat the thick cock. “Take another hit, faggot.” Logan pushed the pipe into Felix’s eager lips. “Fuck yes…” Felix inhaled as much as he could, eager to please. Logan took a long hit and blew out smoke rings that hit Felix’s face. “I’m ’bout to make you a whore for meth.” Then, with his free hand, he shoved Felix down on his cock. The tip was already hitting the back of his throat. “Yes! Get that thick cock wet….” Logan’s intense eyes gave way to his dark mind. “Get that thick cock nice and wet….” Felix’s spit streamed down his shaft, only to be licked up and then spit out again. “Get that thick white cock nice and wet.” Felix let out a moan as his eyes rolled back. He started sucking faster, stroking it four or six times, and then came to a sudden stop. He kept his tongue out, the cock resting on it, his eyes locked on Logan. His voice was small. “Is that thick white cock wet enough?” Click. Hit. Clouds. “I think you can do better service for this white cock.” He brought the pipe down to Felix. Click. Hit. Hit. Clouds. “Lemme show you how.” Logan said, setting the pipe down on a ledge on the wall, his hands now free to grab Felix and face-fuck him. Felix gagged on Logan’s cock, his throat tight from the hit and the deep penetration. He moaned around the flesh, his eyes wild from the wave of pleasure and the high that washed over him. Logan pulled back slightly, grinning down at Felix, high and sweaty. "You damn sexy taking that thick white cock." Felix nodded his head vigorously, unable to speak. He wanted it more than anything, and he'd do whatever it took to please this man. Without any further warning, Logan slammed his cock back down Felix's throat, choking him slightly as he started a slow but relentless pace. His hands found their way to Felix's ass, squeezing and pulling on the cheeks as he drove deeper. Felix could feel his eyes watering, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. The burning sensation in his chest only fueled his desire for more. He moaned and gagged around the cock, his body arching up into the assault. Logan felt his balls draw up tight as he neared his climax. He gripped Felix's hair tightly and started thrusting harder, his hips slamming against the smaller body. Then he quickly pulled his cock out of Felix's mouth, his grip loosening slightly. He watched as Felix swallowed hard, sucking down the drops of pre-cum. “Been edgin’ with my boys all morning," he murmured, running his fingers through Felix's wet hair. “But I think I’m gonna work up a bigger load for you." Felix leaned into every touch. “Yes, please. Thank you, sir.” “Let’s try, ‘Papi.’” Logan’s voice was playful and menacing. Felix smiled, his voice hazy. “Papi. Gracias, Papi.” Felix’s accent hit Logan like a train. “Sexy… fuckin’ sexy.” Felix felt Logan guiding him to stand. He was dazed, his legs shaking, but when their lips hovered so close together, he forgot everything. “I cannot believe this is happening… and that it’s happening this way.” “The universe, man.” Logan used his other hand to reach into Felix’s shorts, his finger searching for his hole. “We are two lucky fuckers.” One hand held the back of his head, another rubbed against his hole. Felix was frozen, wanting to beg Logan to kiss him, slap him, fuck him. He couldn’t speak. "You're one hell of a cocksucker," Logan whispered, his tone pleased. Breathless, Felix said, “It’s my favorite thing to do, probably next to booty bumps!” “Oh, yeah?” He paused for a second and reached into his pocket. “I think this little Latin cocksucker served this white cock good. I think I got a reward for you.” “Papi… I promise to show you how thankful I am.” “Put two of your fingers in my mouth.” Felix did as he was told and sighed with need when he felt Logan’s tongue on his skin. Logan let saliva build up and drip onto Felix’s fingers. “Wet your—” “Fucking hot.” Felix rubbed his fingers all around his hole. Between his index finger and thumb, Logan held a shard of T. He spit on it, keeping it between them, and nodded for Felix to spit on it. “Against that wall.” Logan forcefully ordered. Felix leaned forward and slowly pulled his shorts down. “Eager little faggot… I fuckin’ love that.” Logan felt his throbbing cock urge him to just shove it in. Rape the faggot, he thought, but gave in to another urge. Felix closed his eyes, waiting for the burn of the shard, but then he felt something else. Logan’s mouth, his tongue pushing against his hole. He cried out in surprise, then moaned random words from how good it felt. Logan went wild at how good Felix’s hole was. He spit on it and pushed his face hungrily into it. “This pussy… oh my god.” “You like my pussy, Papi?” Logan sucked at it and pulled his mouth away. “This pussy…,” he sucked at it again, “right here…” He wildly ate Felix, the moans only making him get sloppier. He spit on it one more time. “This pussy tastes so good. I like it a lot. Don’t get me obsessed with it now.” Felix pouted. “But, why?” He pushed his hole out, then felt a wet hand on his ass, then the burn of the shard Logan pushed into him. He let out a loud moan but then held his breath when he suddenly felt Logan on him, his hand covering his mouth. “You don’t want me to answer that. ‘Cause if I do, I’m so fucking turned on by you, I might go to a really dark place. Twisted things happen to little faggots if I do.” Felix pushed his ass against Logan’s pre-cum-dripping cock Logan slid his hand from Felix’s mouth to his neck. Felix, in a soft voice, said, “Maybe I’m a little faggot who needs twisted things to happen to him.” He pushed back on the rock-hard cock, lining it up to slide between his cheeks. Logan gripped Felix tightly and lined the head of his dick against his hole. “Careful what you ask for, Felix.” He rubbed his pre-cum on Felix and started to push the tip in. Felix held still, his hole relaxed. “Put it in me. Please. Logan, please. I need your big white cock inside of me.” He pushed a little bit more. “Yeah? Is that what you need? A big white cock to put you in your place? Fucking whore. You’re so high and hungry for it.” Felix begged for it. Logan pulled Felix back to look at him. “Just be a good spun little slut who’s ready for my boys, okay? My faggots would do anything for me and my boys.” “I’ll do anything,” Felix said, with daring confidence. Logan was silent as he looked at Felix. Then, he said softly, “Open your mouth.” He spit inside Felix’s open mouth. “Stick your tongue out.” Felix did, and as he was about to close it, Logan barked, “Hold it there.” Then he wrapped his lips around it, sucking at it. Felix couldn’t take it anymore. He started kissing Logan, who started roughly kissing him back, almost giving in and starting to fuck Felix right then. He tightened his hand around Felix’s neck; Felix squirmed. Logan pulled away, fast, and slapped Felix’s face—firm but not too hard. “Don’t fucking do that. Don’t kiss me like that. If you push me to get twisted…” Felix looked back, his eyes big, brown, and apologizing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t kiss you.” “No, uh, it’s not like that,” Logan didn’t know how to explain. He looked at Felix, like meat and prize, “when i’m really high and I want something so fuckin bad… I gotta control myself… you’ll do anything, right?” Felix was curious to know how reckless and enticing he needed to be to get ‘twisted Logan’, his ultimate reward. “Anything.” Logan went to the door and just before he called his boys in, he looked at Logan and said, “Prove it.” [END OF PART ONE] Next up, Part 2 in Volume II

I feel his hands grasping the back of my head more forcefully and he pulls my face into his lap harder while grinding into me. His cock feels like it’s growing increasingly fatter and starting to swell up and get semi hard as he rubs it around all over my face. I inhale through my nose and smell his manly scent. I feel his precum beginning to ooze out from his head and smear onto my nose, my forehead, all over my lips and he starts to moan. I open my mouth and try to put my lips around part of his shaft, slowly kissing and licking his warm flesh. He continues grinding his cock around my mouth until his head presses onto my lips and I manage to take it into my mouth. He starts talking dirty, telling me how good my mouth feels around his swollen head, asking me if I like the way daddy’s dick tastes… i get my first taste of his precum as I suck on the tip of his cock and let the slippery liquid flow onto my tongue. I get really into it and find myself loving it way more than I imagined. His cock continues to swell up and get bigger in my mouth and I take more and more of it into my mouth. It feels alot girthier than I expected and it isn’t long before my lips are opened up wide around him and I’m struggling with the big mouthful he’s shoving into the back of my throat. He holds my head In place so I can’t pull back and I’m forced to keep him plugged in my mouth. Ive never had a cock shoved in my mouth like this before and it’s a thrilling experience for me. I try my best to handle his huge girth and length as he shoves it deeper into the back of my throat, but I start to gag and choke on it, struggling to gasp for a breath but unable to do so the way he’s holding onto me head, pulling me deeper into his hips without hesitation. I start to choke and try pushing myself off of him but he doesn’t let up. My eyes are watering and my spit begins to drip down my chin making a mess. I struggle and fight as I continue gagging and in a frantic attempt to breathe I inhale through my nose and try to maintain my composure. I hear him moaning and telling me how bad he’s been wanting to have me on my knees with his cock down my throat so he can make me his bitch. It’s completely overwhelming for me the way everything is going down and I still can’t believe this is all actually happening… Just when I start to think I can’t take much more and wondering how much longer I’m gonna have to struggle like this, he grabs me by my hair and pulls my head back letting his massive spit covered cock out from the back of my throat. I gasp desperately for a breath of air and feel a sense of relief as he pulls out completely. He looks down at me with a devilish grin on his face and slaps his wet cock down onto my face, making a mess of my lips nose and Cheeks with my saliva. He asks me how I like being a dirty filthy cheating slut and being used by an older man who sees me as nothing but a nice warm wet place to put his cock. I try to respond saying that I love it but before I can get the words out he grabs me by the back of my head and shoves my face into his balls, telling me to open wide and take his sack into my whore mouth.

I take a few steps forward and quickly glance around the room. It’s dimly lit and looks like what you would expect an old basement or cellar storage room to look like. I turn to face him and he’s already right in front of me standing real close when I turn around. He looked somewhat like the way he described himself to me but I’d never seen a face picture of him so I didn’t know what to expect. He wasn’t bad looking and definitely not someone I’ve ever met or seen before in my life. He puts his hands on my shoulders and pulls me in towards him so he can give me a hug. He wraps his arms around me and holds onto me so our bodies are pressed together and his mouth is next to my ear. He tells me how glad he is that I came, that he didn’t think I’d actually follow through and when I messaged him that I was here he was beyond excited and surprised. He kept his arms wrapped around me and then began to let his hands wander around my body.. feeling, groping and grabbing around while breathing into my neck and ear. He starts telling me how hot I am and how much he loves my body… that I’m what every older man is looking for and he couldn’t be happier than he’s the one who got to snatch me up. Im already leaking a massive amount of precum into the inside of my boxer briefs and I can feel that he’s starting to grow a nice bulge as he’s grinding his waist into me. He whispers in my ear and asks me what I’m going to do first to make daddy feel good, and I reach down and start rubbing and grabbing at his crotch. He moans and says that’s a good place to start and starts undoing his belt and opening the front of his pants, pulling them down to the middle of his thighs so his cock and balls are fully exposed and accessible. His hands move to my shoulders and he pushes down on them signaling me to lower myself in front of him. I’m on my knees in seconds with my face directly in front of his soft chubby cock that’s hanging like a heavy piece of meat. I press my face against his cock and feel the warmth as it touches my skin. He puts both hands on my head and gently pulls my face into his crotch so his cock smothers and rubs into my face …

After attempting to write porn with AI (The Biohazard Brand), I have a few thoughts that some may find interesting. But first, thanks,p to all you guys who read my AI experiment. A special thanks for some incredible feedback that @versmetropig sent me. After working for a couple of hours with the AI, I finally posted a revised version of Chapter 6. I’m sure it’s better but still not very good. I would like to have revised the entire story, but frankly it would be easier to write an entirely different story. I hope to do that in the future, but certainly not now. I doubt that you guys have the patience for that. And I absolutely don’t. If anyone wants to try your hand at writing erotic fiction with an AI, I recommend giving Venice.ai a whirl. Not once has it balked at any content I’ve asked for. As far as I can tell it’s completely uncensored. That being said, it’s not easy. I learned in 7th grade that I can’t write fiction. Nothing has changed since then. I can write non-fiction well, but I when I do, I’m incredibly slow with it. (The perils of perfectionism!). I might be able to write a good porn story with AI. But that, too, would be incredibly tedious. Writing a first draft is a breeze. And that’s essentially what The Bareback Brand is. I worked on revising two chapters with the AI. I probably spent four hours trying to train the AI. A good hour of that was trying to teach it to write about chemsex. Which is laughable since I’ve never experienced that myself. (The story did result in a couple of offers though. 🤓 🤫 🤔) I wouldn’t actually mind spending a lot of hours (or days) training the AI. The problem is that Venice.ai clearly wasn’t trained to write gay chemsex erotica, and it doesn’t retain any memory that users provide — nor should it. Venice.ai just learns for a session as long as you don’t close the browser. I uploaded a lot of examples of writing about sex (especially from @versmetropig’s blog). I also uploaded some sample chapters of good porn stories. It helped. But at some point Venice.ai got confused. It was getting better at the descriptive and sometimes emotional aspects of sex acts and chemsex. But then it got very confused with other parts of writing. It confused characters with each other and then one revision of a chapter focused almost entirely on the character of Mark. Fine. Unfortunately there was no character named Mark in the story. Long story short, if you write good porn, you’ll find the whole experience frustrating. I doubt if anyone really got off by reading any of the story — even chapter 6 (Redux) — the one revised chapter that I finally posted. I know it never got me close to cumming. And poppers didn’t help. I tried creating photos of the characters. Unlike the unfiltered writing that Venice.ai produced, don’t even bother trying to get it to create images it was hard to get it to even allow a pic of a grown man without a shirt on. And when I tried to create a photo of an 18-year-old wrestling champion, it gave me a very cute headshot of an 11-year-old. Then it created two hot wrestling coaches. I asked for it to give me the photo on the right but with blond hair, it gave me the photo of the Hispanic coach on the left with bleach blond hair. it was a long afternoon. The AI didn’t learn much, but I guess I did. Someday, I might attempt another AI story. But it won’t be anytime soon and I’d probably not do a chemsex story. For the few people who stuck with the story through chapter 10, thanks for joining my experiment And a special thanks to those of you who threw me some mercy fucks, , err, I mean reactions. Seeing the message that I won the day was nice, but I feel like it was a cheap way to do it. So thanks for reading. Hopefully, someday I’ll produce some content of some kind that can actually interest the community. OH, I DID DISCOVER SOMETHING WONDERFUL TODAY. If you haven’t feasted your eyes on Pietro Boselli and read his bio, you MUST. A true renaissance man. I don’t know how one person can accomplish so:much in such a short time. (Well, certainly Michelangelo did, but he wasn’t as hot.) He’s on Facebook, Instagram, and even onlyfans. (There’s a new article about him on Instinct magazine.) Then check out his bio and gallery at Pietro Boselli.com. You can thank me later. And now I need to update my choice of which celebrity I’d like to slam with. Ciao! jim

Almost a week later…. The level of intensity of the urges and kinky, dirty, slutty sexual thoughts had me in a constant state of horniness. Nothing I did could shake me out of what felt like a trance that I was stuck in and a slave to. Every day I felt myself growing less worried, nervous or anxious at the thought of giving in to the repetitive invites and advances that my buddy would try on me. The type of horniness I was experiencing made it very difficult for any sense of logic and reason in my mind to have any influence over my actions… alls I could fixate on and think about was getting on my knees and sucking some horny older man’s cock. I think he knew that he was getting very close to getting me to cave, letting my guard down just enough to allow him to weasel his way inside so he could convince me to agree to meet him in person. I was extremely naive and too innocent minded to realize what was happening and how I was being manipulated unknowingly by someone I thought I “knew” and was comfortable with bc of how long we’d been talking for. He knew that the biggest thing that was holding me back from acting on my fantasies of being with another guy was the risk of getting caught or having my wife find out. I was very clear with him from day one that I’d never allow anyone to ever discover this side of me, and that this would be a secret that I’d take to my grave with me. Discretion was the most important thing to me and he knew that if we were to ever do anything together he’d have to promise me complete and total discretion and secrecy. It had been just about a week from the day he bet me that I couldn’t manage to withhold from blowing my load and even though it was taking a very dramatic toll on me mentally, physically and sexually, i had managed to hold my end of the deal and not release. We started the day off as we usually did, me telling him how much of a horny desperate little cock craving slut he’s turned me into and how bad I wanted his cock in my mouth… he’d usually say something perverted and dirty back to me and it’d get me going and put me in the sluttiest mood. After a couple of hours he sends me a message asking about what I’m doing for the rest of the afternoon or evening and if there was any chance that I could get away from my wife for a little while without her suspecting anything. I was wondering where he was going with his questions and definitely curious so I replied back saying yes, if I wanted to step out I could totally do so without any problem or issues, then ask him why he wanted to know. He responds by telling me how he came up with most perfect and discreet way for us to get together and meet in person, see if we have any real chemistry, and maybe play around and explore a bit if the vibe is right… and that he guarantees no one would be able to see or hear us, it’d be 100% safe and a completely worry free, strictly sexual interaction. He knew hed have me hooked once I was convinced it was safe and there was nothing left in my mind to be paranoid about. I ask what he’s got in mind and that he better not be tempting me with something I can’t have because it’ll be torture with how horny and turned on I am. He tells me that he has access to this very discreet, tucked away storage room that’s part of this apartment building in the town that he’s in and that he checked it out and it’d be perfect. It’s got a private lot to park in that can’t be seen from any roads, and it’s in an part of the building that no one ever goes near or would be able to see us coming or going, plus it has a door that locks from the inside so there’s zero risk of someone walking in on us. He tells me that he can be there in less than an hour if I’d be interested in giving it a shot, and promises me that I won’t regret it if I come… and how this is my chance to prove to him that I’m serious about all the things we’ve been talking about and saying that we’d do with one another for all these months, or if I was just playing games and never really planning on doing anything more than stringing things along and continuing to let my fantasies, desires, and hidden sexual urges remain just something that exists in my head … I remember the exact feelings in that moment and the rush I felt knowing that everything I’ve been so wanting and obsessing over and fantasizing about could actually become a reality… and that I never really thought that I’d actually find myself in this sort of position and never considered if I’d truly follow through if the circumstances were right… my cock was leaking like crazy and I was hornier than I’d ever felt in my entire life. I’d never felt excitement, anticipation or arousal like this from being with, or thinking about a women before. I had the biggest knot in my stomach and totally overwhelmed by both excitement, and nervousness. I remember trying to calm my nerves by throwing back a few drinks really quickly and hoping I’d feel less anxious if I had a good buzz going. I hadn’t responded to him yet and after about 45 minutes he messaged me again saying that he was free and could be over there in 15 minutes, and how badly he’s been wanting to put his warm, soft cock in my face, have me kneeling in front of him so he could look down and watch while he felt my lips and tongue all over him… licking, sucking and worshipping him going back and forth between his cock and balls… I read his message and immediately something went off inside of me that made me want him more than anything I’ve ever wanted in life before and I 100% without a doubt had to do this right now… I don’t even remember my hands moving and replying back saying that I’ll agree to meet him, but I did and he replies back with an address asking how long it’ll take for me to get there. I put it in my phones navigation app and it looks like it’s only 20 minutes away, so I say a half hour and start frantically getting myself ready. It was pouring out that day and it took me a little longer to make it over to the area, which was in a more industrial type of neighborhood than what I was expecting. The buildings were a bit run down and I got a bit nervous about following through. My gps said that I have arrived as I drive by a big apartment building. I pull into the parking lot which only has a few other cars in it and park in the farthest corner. My nerves were at an all time high, I sat im my car and continued to down the rest of the drink I brought with me to keep the nice strong buzz I had going. I tell him that I just parked and what I was driving and he immediately replies telling me to walk towards the left side of the building and hang the corner and I’ll see a sheltered set of concrete steps leading to a metal door that’s completely out of sight once you’re down there. He said he’ll be there waiting to let me inside. It’s pouring rain and a little hard to see but I head out of the car and start speed walking to where he directed me to go. I was a little wobbly from drinking but managed to find the stairs and make it down and towards the entrance door. It’s pretty dark and there aren’t any lights on as I approach the door. I get closer and see the door start to open and a guy’s head pop out. He looks at me before stepping out from behind the door, telling me to come on in and closing and locking the door behind me as he follows me inside.

I live quite central in Berlin and really thought about starting private Biohazard Parties. I see a problem though in the behavior of people. Some visitors take this is „anything goes“ moment and powered up by drugs they forget everything. I don’t want an incident in my own apartment. Do you think that a strict - no drugs - biohazard breeding party would work?

PART THREE Josh: [begins slowly inserting his penis inside his brother] Holy, fuck! You feel so good. Max: [moaning and staring into his brother's eyes] Your dick belongs inside of me. J: Oh shit, your pussy is sucking me in! [his penis completely entering Max] M: Make love to me. J: [leaning down and kissing his brother while maintaining eye contact] You're amazing. Best pussy I've ever had. M: And it's all yours, husband. [wraps his arms around Josh, pulling him in tighter, with the ring pushing into Josh's back] J: [begins to fuck Max while still looking him right in the eyes] M: [smiling] Yes, fuck my pussy! J: [gradually fucks Max faster and harder] Oh shit...I want this to last forever. M: Me too, baby. I want you to live inside me. I want to spend my life taking your big dick. J: This is so hot...I'm afraid I'm gonna cum soon. M: Don't be afraid. I want your seed buried deep in my pussy. Knock me up. Impregnate me. J: Oh fuck! I'm gonna....ohh! [orgasms while his body shakes and a thick load of cum flows from his dick into his brother's hole] M: Yes, baby! Give me all your seed! Don't pull out! J: [collapses on top of Max, still inside him] I fucking love you. I'm not playing honeymoon right now, I really mean it. M: I love you too, big brother. J: [gives Max light kisses] It's your turn to cum. I'm not gonna be selfish like when we were kids. M: Okay, baby. I can jerk off thinking about your hot load in my guts. J: No. I want to try something. [gently pulls out of Max, moves down the bed] M: You don't have to. I know you're not into... J: [begins kissing and licking Max's penis] M: Mmmmm, that feels amazing. J: [puts Max's penis in his mouth and starts to suck him] M: Oh fuck! I thought this night couldn't get any hotter. [panting and moaning] J: [picking up speed sucking] M: I'm gonna cum soon. You can just finish with your hand if you don't wanna taste my cum. [breathing intensifies] J: [continues sucking his brother] M: Oh...oh! [penis erupts and shots cum into Josh's mouth] J: [does his best to swallow all of his brother's cum] M: [breathing starting to slow down] Come here, baby! J: [removes Max's penis from his mouth and crawls back up the bed] M: [reaches out and grabs Josh, kissing him deeply, tasting his own cum] What made you do that? J: It just felt right. I've never wanted to suck a dick in my life but something just came over me. M: You did amazing for your first time. I can't believe you ate my load! J: I wanted to taste you. M: I wish this night could last forever. J: Well, I am getting hard again...

Chapter 6 (Redux) The sling room was bathed in a soft, warm glow, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of something sweet and intoxicating. Nate lay back, his heart pounding in his chest as Geoff loomed over him, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and something darker, more primal. Geoff's fingers traced the contours of Nate's chest, lingering on the small, sensitive nipples, making Nate gasp and arch his back. "You're so responsive, Dad," Geoff murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I can feel your heartbeat racing. You're ready for this, aren't you?" Nate's mind raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. What was he getting into? He nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement, but it was enough. Brandon, standing nearby, leaned in, his breath hot on Nate's ear. "We're going to take good care of you, Nate. You're special to us." His hand cupped Nate's cheek, thumb gently stroking his skin. Nate leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Geoff reached for the lube, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. He spread it warmly across his palms, ensuring it was evenly distributed before reaching down to Nate's cock, already hard and leaking. "Look at you," Geoff said, his voice thick with lust. "So ready for us." Nate whimpered as Geoff's fingers circled his length, slick and sure. Brandon's hand joined Geoff's, the two of them working in tandem, their touches synchronized and expert. Nate's hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the pleasure they were building. "Easy, easy," Brandon soothed, his other hand pressing gently on Nate's stomach, holding him down. "We've got you. Just feel." Nate did feel. Every touch, every caress, every whisper of their skin against his sent shivers of pleasure through his body. He was lost in sensation, his world narrowing down to the points where they touched him, where they teased and tantalized. Geoff's fingers slipped lower, tracing the sensitive skin behind Nate's balls, then lower still, to his entrance. Nate tensed slightly, a instinctive reaction, but Geoff's soothing touches and soft words kept him grounded. "Relax, Dad. We're not going to hurt you... unless you want us to." Nate took a deep breath, trying to relax, to open himself up to Geoff. Geoff's finger pressed gently against his entrance, then slipped inside, a foreign and overwhelming sensation. Nate gasped, his body clenching around the intrusion. "Shh, it's okay," Brandon murmured, his lips pressed to Nate's forehead. "Just breathe. Let him in." Nate did, his body slowly relaxing as Geoff's finger moved inside him, stretching and preparing him. A second finger joined the first, and Nate moaned, a sound of pleasure and pain mixed together. He was full, so full, and it was overwhelming. Geoff leaned down, his lips capturing Nate's in a deep, hungry kiss. Nate kissed back, his arms wrapping around Geoff's neck, pulling him closer. He could feel Geoff's cock, hard and insistent, pressing against his thigh. He wanted it, wanted to feel it inside him, filling him completely. Brandon's hand wrapped around Nate's cock, stroking in time with Geoff's fingers inside him. Nate was a mess of sensation, his body on fire, his mind a blur of pleasure and need. He was so close, so close to the edge, and he knew, with a certainty that shook him to his core, that when he went over, it would be with them. With Geoff and Brandon, his family, his lovers, his everything. The room was filled with the sweet scent of poppers, and Nate took a deep inhale, feeling the rush of euphoria course through his veins. His senses heightened, every touch more intense, every sound more pronounced. He could hear the soft slaps of skin on skin, the wet sounds of Brandon's hand on his cock, the ragged breaths of his lovers. Geoff pulled back, his fingers slipping out of Nate. "Ready for more, Dad?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Nate nodded, his eyes glazed with desire and the effects of the poppers. "Yes, please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Geoff reached for the syringe and the rubber band. He tied the band tightly around his own arm above the elbow, then inserted the needle into a vein below it. Geoff hissed slightly as the meth entered his bloodstream, his eyes fluttering closed as the rush hit him. He removed the needle and raised his arm, speeding the drug's flow through his body. Geoff coughed a few times, his body adjusting to the sudden influx of the stimulant. Brandon turned his attention to Nate, repeating the process. Nate tensed as the needle pierced his skin, but Brandon's soothing words and gentle touch kept him calm. Nate coughed harder than Geoff, his body unfamiliar with the sensation, but Brandon held him close, helping him through it. Geoff, high and eager, moved between Nate's legs, his cock hard and ready. He pressed the head against Nate's entrance, and Nate took a deep breath, trying to relax. Geoff pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling Nate completely. Nate moaned, a low, guttural sound, as he felt Geoff's cock stretch him, fill him, complete him. It was overwhelming, the sensation of being so full, of being claimed and possessed in such an intimate way. Geoff started to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. Nate met each thrust, his body rising to meet Geoff's, their movements synchronized and fluid. It was a dance, a primal, instinctive dance of two bodies coming together, of two souls intertwining. Nate's hands roamed Geoff's body, tracing the lines of his muscles, the dips and valleys of his skin. He explored every inch of Geoff, mapping him out with his touch, committing him to memory. Geoff was his, completely and utterly his, and Nate wanted to know every inch of him, every secret, every desire. Geoff's pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more insistent. Nate met each one, his body rising to meet Geoff's, their movements a frenzy of need and desire. They were lost in each other, lost in the sensation of their bodies coming together, of their souls intertwining. Nate could feel the pressure building, the coil of tension in his gut, the promise of release just out of reach. He chased it, his body moving in time with Geoff's, their rhythm a perfect, primal syncopation. And then, with a final, deep thrust, Geoff sent Nate over the edge. Nate cried out, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, leaving him a trembling, boneless mess in Geoff's arms. Geoff followed soon after, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside Nate, filling him completely, marking him as his own. "I love you so much, Daddy," Geoff whispered tearfully, his voice choked with emotion. They lay there for a long moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Nate could feel Geoff's heartbeat, strong and steady, against his chest, and he knew, with a certainty that shook him to his core, that he was home. He was where he was meant to be, with Geoff, his son, his lover, his family, his everything.

This i what I want to become, a straight guy turned bottom cum dumpster

whenever I get fucked I hope the top has his phone ready...love seeing the big dick spreading me open after.

Part 10 It is our sixth and final day of the poz sex tour, and I am showering all the cum of my body, while Mark is fucking Chad in our bed right next door. This trip is crazy; everyone fucks with everyone and we negs are not allowed to refuse anybody. I have been had by almost all the men here, just Pete, a huge, impressive tree of a man hasn’t been interested in me. It bothers me a little, as he is so hot with a heavy body, standing over 6’5 tall, his strength and power obvious. His cock is a beautiful sight to be seen, with a scorpion tattoo on his shaft and impressive 9 inches to take in, but sadly he hasn’t come to me yet. While my cock gets hard about the mental image of Pete, the bathroom door opens and Mark comes in. His hard cock dripping cum lazily on the bathroom floor and glistening with Chad’s ass juice. Mark opens the shower cabin, gives me a kiss on the shoulders and pushes his cock inside me without warning. My hole is open as it has been fucked for almost a week now. ‘I will always try to put my last drop into you’ Mark whispers in my right ear, while he is thrusting heavy into me. It only takes a few minutes until he shoots another load, my cum already washed away by the shower as I came before him. ‘Your hole is so loose now, you really will be able to take every cock in there without preparation.’ ‘Well, I have the best trainers around here’ We kiss deeply, before we finish our shower. Chad has already left, when we leave the bathroom, our bed sheets are full of lube, sperm and ass juice. I see a note on my pillow. Hi Thomas, meet me at 8 pm at my bungalow, don’t be late, I have a cruel treat for you. X Pete I hand it to Mark and his look changes. ‘Well, I didn’t think he would choose you, because he usually goes for the neg twinks, but apparently you won the session with him.’ ‘What do you mean ‘win’, what is this session’ ‘I cannot tell you, we poz guys know about it, but we are prohibited to tell you. He hasn’t done it for two years now, so I am really surprised. You will be fine, but it will be different than this fucking around.’ I swallow hard, nervousness running through my body, while my cock is standing rock hard for attention. Pete opens the door and invites me into his bungalow. His partner is currently being fucked by the pool, apparently this ‘session’ is only for him and me. ‘Hi Thomas, get undressed and lay yourself on the bed’ It isn’t a question, but an order. I follow his instructions and put myself naked on his bed. He then takes my hands and chains them to the bed post, which have metal rings in them. He does the same with my feet making it impossible to move my position. Pete looks at me and admires the scene he sees. ‘Thomas, we will start slow, but this will hurt and after it you will be poz, I promise.’ I swallow silently, looking in his eyes. With a small nod I signal my agreement. He spits on his hand and starts to massage my hole with his fingers. Ignoring my face, body or cock completely. Within in seconds he pushes his fingers inside me, changing rapidly between them, probably scratching my insides with his nails. Suddenly, he stops. Stands up and gets undressed, his body magnificent, his hard cock pointing at me like a weapon. The scorpion ready to sting. But he doesn’t position himself at my hole, he walks to a closet and gets something metal out of it. With a smile he puts it over his cock, and that’s when I realise, he just put a cruel condom on himself. When he has finally managed to put it completely over his cock his looks at me. ‘Thomas, this will tear your insides apart and you will be finally able to receive our gifts. I cannot let you leave here still neg, so open up.’ With no lube or warning he positions himself at my hole and pushes his full toxic cock inside me. I feel the cruel condom tearing my flesh inside me, his cock relentlessly thrusting. My whole body reacts, it tears at the chains, but Pete holds me in place and just keeps fucking me more violently. After a few minutes he takes his cock out of my hole and frees it from the cruel condom. As he shows it to me, I can see blood and a little skin on it. But not just my insides seem to be torn apart, also his cock has small cuts all over. ‘Now, you are ready to take our poz seeds’ ‘What you mean…’ but he puts his hands over my mouth, silencing me for good. ‘You will not talk, not until I tell you to’ He goes back to my hole and thrusts his cock back inside me. My hole wet from the treatment before. Pete looks at me the whole time, while he is fucking me very hard, which causes my body to fight against him. But he keeps me in place and shortly before he is about to come, I finally get his body to know completely. He let himself fall forwards, now his whole-body weight pressing down on me. A surprisingly loving kiss takes my mind of the pain, leaving only pleasure. His cock starts to pulsate, my ass instinctively pulling him closer inside. As he is about to come, he grabs my hips, preparing himself for the final push, which happens with a loud primal moan of him. Pete shoots his toxic load inside me, his cum now combining with my blood. This feels different, something else happened tonight and I think it might be my day of conversation. Pete gives me a final kiss before his dick leaves my body. ‘That was great Thomas, you are a natural, now let’s make sure you get the gift… guys he is ready’ His last words were screamed to the front door of his bungalow, and it opened suddenly, all poz men entering the bungalow. Chad and Mark at the end. Mark looked at me proud and full of love, but his view was blocked by another man immediately, who pushes his cock inside my hole. I had all of those men cocks inside me in the last days, but never in one fuck. This changes tonight as I will receive poz loads from all of them at once. Mark is the final one and Pete offers him the cruel condom. He is the only one of the men, who got this offer from Pete. I watch as Mark puts it carefully on his cock and positions himself to fuck me with it. I see that it is his first time with a condom like that… maybe a condom in general, I’m not sure. Before he starts to fuck me, he bends down to my ear and whispers: ‘I love you, let’s hope we can finally make your toxic dream come true’ I look in his eyes full of love as he enters my ass with his covered cock. There is no pain any more, my hole is stretched and prepared for it all. Mark looks at Pete, who leaves us alone for this final fuck of the day. With every thrust Mark becomes wilder, and opposite to Pete he doesn’t seem to want to take the condom off. We fuck this way for a long time, but then Mark pushes with a violent thrust inside me, shooting his toxic seed through the cruel condom into me. He collapses onto me, his head on my chest, listening to my racing heartbeat. ‘Thomas, this was something else.’ I just nod, still not ready to talk. Mark gets up, his cock sliding out of my beaten hole. As he takes the cruel condom off, I see the cuts on his foreskin and penis head. He calls for Pete, who loosens the chains and gives me a final kiss, before asking me about my thoughts. I need a moment to collect myself and find the right words. ‘It was something else, something strong and powerful. I… I might be wrong, but it changed something in me, and I feel it is the virus finally entering my body for good. Pete, I think you pozzed me tonight’ With those words I take the hand of Mark and we walk back to our bungalow, both understanding that something has changed.

I was in a neighboring city and needed to cum before driving home. Messaged several bottoms but nobody was ready. I clicked on one popular cumdump motels in Snifffies because there were several guys there and it was lit up as active. There was a public message that said "blindfolded anon bb bottom. door open as long as this message is posted".. The room number was there too. The profile posted had no pics and was off-line for over an hour. I was so horny and it wasn't too far so I went, figuring I could just leave if I wasn't into the guy. I go to the room and the bottom is getting fucked and two tops are waiting. Older guys is naked fucking and the other two are waiting with their dicks out, clothes on. Neither wanted to be touched. Older guy finishes and one of the tops moves in. I get a better look at the bottom, he's close to my age, fit and has a nice hairy ass. He's blindfolded, as advertised. The top that moves in had a big dick, probably about 8" and thick. He pushes straight in, one thrust, no lube in a way that probably wouldn't have felt good even if opened up and a bit cummy. This cause the bottom to yelp a bit and he speak, basically telling the top that his dick is dry and he needs lube, spit or cum on it. When this happens I immediately recognized the voice and take a closer look. Bottom is a close friend who I never knew had a slutty side. This makes my dick rock hard. The big dick top fucks him for a while before he finally releases and it's a big fucking load. I can see the grundle throbbing and when he pulls out I can see the cum leaking out a bit. The other guy moves in, average an unremarkable guy. He cums really fast - big dick top had barely gotten out of the room. He ask asks my friend how many loads and he says he lost count at 18. My turn, I'm so hard because I love a loaded hole and this is my friend who is pretty cute and there's no way I would have get to fuck him in the dynamics of our friendship. I'm also nervous. I can't speak and what if he lifts the blindfold.... I slide my cock in and he's pretty tight considering the day he's had. Once I'm in, his hole is just so slick and oozing cum. It's take my time because I want to savor fucking him and I build up a nice rhythm. Feel great for me and he's moaning in a good way. I felt like I was going to nut the whole time and was really trying to hold it back but after about 5 minutes I reached the point that I couldn't hold it back without stopping and even though I wanted to go longer it just felt to good to stop. I shot a really nice load in him, felt bigger and longer than normal. My balls were dripping cum and my bush was soaked. I zipped up and left covered in cum. As I was leaving the motel, another top was heading that way he was really unattractive and hit was kind of hot knowing that my friend was going to take this guys load. I ended up sitting in the car for about 45 minutes where I could see the room door. I decided to go back up and get another load out of me. Ugly guy was still fucking him but he stopped and gave me his ass. I was able to fuck longer this time and gave him another load.

Had about 7 loads 💦 in me when he slid in and knew I was a slutty cumdump that evening.

Continued… there was one week where we were texting each other pretty consistently from the morning till late hours of the night, all in secrecy and when my wife wasn’t around to see or notice. I would stroke my cock and play with myself whenever we’d Chat and I’d get so turned on and worked up, and he knew that…. After a few days of stroking without cumming I was starting to get really horny and in the dirtiest mood… I began to experience these urges that I haven’t felt before and It was so hard to focus or think about anything else when they’d hit me. Like always, the first person I run to, to talk about anything sexual is him, and I shared what I had been feeling and going through and how my thoughts had turned so kinky and dirty and completely revolved around cock and cum… me being a whore and doing things I would never dream of in my right state of mind. I told him how it wasn’t just the slutty fantasies and kinky thoughts I had been battling, but there was a very real and powerful yearning growing deep within me that I felt unable to control or resist, and that was a little scary to think about… my cock had been leaking precum nonstop for more than half of the week and it was crazy how sensitive to Touch I had become. I felt like I was honestly a time bomb just waiting to go off and anything that brushed up against my cock or in the close vicinity would trigger me to lose myself to a release. When I told him about all of this he seemed to be getting a rise out of it and started showing a weird kind of interest in seeing me in this sort of state. He told me that it was the biggest turn on for him to see me getting hornier, kinkier and becoming almost someone completely different in a purely sexual way. He asked me if i liked the way it felt to have such strong urges and to feel them working me up into a sluttier, more desperate version of myself with every hour and day that passes… although it’s slightly scary how bad I wanna let loose and do the kinkiest erotic type of stuff I’ve fantasized and told him about, I did have to admit i was enjoying the level of horniness I was able to experience and how much less I was able to think or process anything logically bc my mind was so clouded with nothing but filthy thoughts and sex. He told me that he didn’t think I would be able to keep going like this, staying horny and playing with myself till I get close to feeling like my climax is near, but then backing off not allowing myself to cum or have any sort of release… he said he was sure there’s no way I would be able to control and handle myself if I tried going another few days stroking my cock on and off all day long without cumming… it almost seemed like he was challenging me or trying to make me prove him wrong, which I found a little exciting and hot. He bet me that I couldn’t last another week and said he was willing to put money on it bc of how sure he was. I accepted just to play along, but in the back of my mind I was actually questioning whether or not I’d be able to handle it… I think he knew exactly what he was doing when he made this bet with me… another few days had gone by and I felt like I was a completely different person… the only thing I could think about was cock, cum, and a whole Lot of other dirty sexual thoughts that would normally never cross my mind. I was well past feeling urges… my body and my mind felt like they’d gotten reprogrammed to be fully and completely fixated and obsessed with being sexually attracted towards older men. My cock leaked nonstop, i continually ran my dirtiest fantasies through my mind non stop, and it was impossible to feel anything but slutty and extremely horny…

Frankly, I think that somebody has a career potential in his future. This series is better than a lot of published porn by far !!! It wouldn't surprise me one bit if some of the porn producers regularly "mine" sites like BZ, and if that's the case, our esteemed author will be getting contracts flying into his mailbox.

Older dude with a penile implant fucking me but good. He sucked a huge load outta me right after this.

Thursday night - 8 pm. I turn to Drew and smile at him. He looks at me a little sheepishly, eyes glazed over from the G he drank earlier. Kid looks fucking happy and dreamy. “Drew, I want you to watch what I do. Okay? I want you to know what’s happening each step of the way. You follow?” “Yessir.” His answer made my dick leak a little in my jeans. Seeing a boy so willing and open gets my juices going. I’ve done my fair share of corruption. But once in a while, having someone willing to explore and find their chemmed-up piggy side without too much fuss is fucking awesome. You can just enjoy the show as they discover themselves. “This is Tina. Crystal. This is going to make our time together even hotter. You understand?” “Yessir.” “Good. This is really good dope. It’s going to make you feel so good and so very horny. I’m going to take some out of this bag and break it up. It’s going to go into this glass pipe. There are different kinds of pipes in the drawer, but let’s start with this one. We’ll get to the others later.” “Some people use the long end of the glass pipe to scoop up the broken bits from the bag. Or you can use a piece of folded paper. You pour the broken shards onto the paper and then slide the crystals into the pipe. Whatever way you do it, I want you to always pay attention. Don’t spill any. If you crush it too fine, just leave it in the bag, and we’ll do something else with it. I prefer to have shards this size in the pipe. You follow?” “Yessir.” “Listen to the sound of Tina going in the pipe. You’re going to love that sound, Drew. Just hearing it will make your heart race. Now, hold the pipe between your fingers, and I’ll show you how to use the torch.” “It’s a simple click, but the key is not to get it too close to the pipe. With your other hand, you’re going to bring the torch up to the ball. Remember, not too close, then slowly melt the crystals. As soon as you see wisps of smoke, turn away from the pipe and exhale the air from your lungs. Then I want you to bring the pipe up, close your pretty lips around it, and inhale. Keep going until you can’t breathe anymore. Got it?" Drew knows how to follow instructions well. He takes the pipe and keeps breathing until he turns to me and indicates he can’t take in any more smoke. I nod and encourage him to keep inhaling. “You can do it, boy. Keep going. Make your daddy and uncle proud.” He did one more inhale through his nose and sucked up the smoke. “Okay, go ahead and slowly blow it out.” Drew blows out a huge cloud and has a bright smile on his face, knowing he just did a great job. He watched the clouds drift in the air, mesmerized. We don’t rest on our laurels, though. “Not bad. I want you to do it four more times and try to get bigger and bigger clouds. Make it really thick. As soon as I say that, I put my hand on his right leg and rub the inside of his thigh. God, his smooth skin feels so good. I circle near his crotch, but not going too near it yet. I want him to get seriously spun first. Drew goes on to hit the pipe, one after another. Jack’s looking over, smiling. I can see his hard-on through his jeans. He loves watching this up close. “Uncle Jack. What do you think? How’s our boy doing? “Amazing. How do you feel, Drew?” As soon as Drew finishes his fourth hit, he leans back on the couch. Eyes wide open, his left hand is already mindlessly groping his dick through his shorts. “I feel great! Wow, I’m already horny! “Good! Go over and sit on your Uncle Jack’s lap, Drew. We want you to keep hitting the pipe while he watches you up close.” Drew gets up, a little shaky, which gives me a moment to palm his crotch and squeeze his tight, plump ass. He gives a slight moan and breathes in. His body is probably tingling already. I know mine is, and I haven’t had any hits since I left the house. He sits on Jack and leans back. Jack’s hands are all over his torso, going under his shirt, feeling him up and down. Jack then takes his left hand to move Drew’s head so they can make out. I can see spit and their tongues dancing. While they do this, I take the pipe and take a big hit myself. I get up over the two of them and lean over to blow it into Drew’s mouth while Jack goes back to tweaking Drew’s nips. Drew’s legs are over Jack’s, back to spread open. He’s going to be in this position a lot over the next few days. I move the coffee table back and kneel between their legs. I hand Drew the pipe and torch and instruct him to take a few more hits, blowing each one to Uncle Jack while they make out. I tell him I want to see big, thick clouds leaving Jack. As Drew goes back and hits the pipe, I get a chance to look more closely at his beautiful legs. Kid must be a runner or works out a lot. Who knows how long Jack had to go fishing to get this boy, but I’m glad he found someone who wants to experience this. I move close to his crotch and take a deep inhale. Mmmm, freshly certified bottom boy. I lean in and lightly lick the exposed area on the side of his shorts. I hear the click of the lighter as he continues to take hits of the pipe, while Uncle Jack plays with his nips. This kid’s a natural. Jack’s whispering something to Drew. I can’t hear it exactly, but I can tell that Drew is getting hard with Tina and dirty talk. I reach in and grab his growing cock under his shorts, and fish it to the side. I lick the side of his cock and get it wet and sloppy. I love being between a bottom’s legs while they’re taking hits. Pushing more of his gym shorts to the side, I move to the head of his cock and spit on it, getting it wet before going in and sucking his cock. He’s starting to moan between hits. I think he’s done 10 total so far. I can feel his cock get even harder in my mouth. I move my tongue to the slit of his cock, and he leaks a little precum. It’s sweet and tasty. “Jack, let’s get Drew naked.” I grab his shorts and pull them down, while Jack takes off Drew’s shirt. Love a naked boy while we’re both still wearing our clothes. To be fair, my cock is aching to get out. But there will be more than enough time to get naked. We’re not in a rush. For now, Jack and I love the contrast. He looks so fresh and fuckable. I run my hands over his light brown bush. Can’t wait to take this off later. I go back to sucking him, while Drew makes out with Jack again. Jack is still playing with Drew’s nipples and chest. By the end of this weekend, boy’s going to have eraser-size nips. Drew’s fully hard now in my mouth. His dick is glossy and warm from my spit. He gives me the pipe, and I take a big hit before going back down on his cock. I give him a sloppy wet blowjob, smoke coming out of the sides of my mouth and nose. I look up to see Drew smiling. I know he’s feeling good now. Jack says to Drew, “No shame in this house. If you want a hit, just take the pipe or ask for it. We’ll instruct you to take hits, too, but I want you to do whatever you want, say whatever you want with us. Okay?” As soon as Drew nods a yes, Jack takes Drew’s legs and folds them so that Drew’s feet are on Jack’s knees. This gives me full access to Drew’s pink hole. It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see it loaded with our cum and spit, gaped. “Let your daddy see your hole, Drew.” I lean in and start to kiss around it. I stick my tongue out and make a line of spit in between his balls and his boy hole. Jack grabs Drew’s cock and starts to slowly jack him. I go in further and give his hole a kiss. There are a few faint hairs. We’ll get that off later too. I then stick my tongue out and start to move it around the hole, before straightening it out and sticking it inside. It tastes so good. Drew’s moaning with my tongue inside, and Jack playing with his cock. Drew moves his right hand down to paw at Jack’s cock through his jeans. We must have been in this position for ten minutes before I surface for air. “Good boy! You taste amazing. Now, I want you to get between Uncle Jack's legs and take out his cock out of his jeans. I'm going to be right behind you tasting your hole some more."

Yes...hopefully the next chapter will follow soon... 💦 maybe he has the flu already?

I am a sex addicted faggot just moved to LA. Looking for dom tops that want to whore my pussy out regularly. I can pay for a motel but prefer if you can host with easy access. Can be a masc jock or a feminized sissy whatever you prefer. HMU!

Couple Mark and Adam have been running a Poz-friendly men's club for several years. The club's mission is to reduce stigma and bring together men who share the same positive attitude towards being poz. The club is open to all adult men. The club never asks about men's status or medications. The idea of the club is to be a free space to meet other like-minded men, without judgment or criticism. Mark and Adam are both poz, sometimes on medication and sometimes off. The club's network includes over 130 men in total, some of whom actively participate in every event and others less often. You can only join the club if you are recommended by an existing member. So not just anyone can join the club. The club has members of all ages, from men in their twenties to seniors in their eighties. There are all kinds of men: fat, young, skinny, positive, muscular, gifters, athletic, neg, tall, chasers, old, short, wasted and vital. Everyone is welcome. Once a month, the club organizes a Men's Body Admiration Meeting at Mark and Adam's farm, which is practically a 24-hour, unclothed and non-condom debauchery event. The large house is full of naked men in various configurations throughout the event, from spirited discussions to darkrooms. Almost every time, about 100 men participate in the event. The house is large enough that anyone who wants to can always stay overnight. Although the party often continues until the early hours of the morning. Mark and Adam want to come up with new spaces for the event every time. This time, the novelty was the Wheel of Fortune game. The game had a rotating Fuckbench, with ten sectors around it. The idea of the game is that one man is on his stomach on a fuck bench and 10 men stand on sectors. The bench is spun and when the wheel of fortune stops, two opposing men get to use the holes of the man on the bench for 30 seconds. One fucks the mouth and the other the ass. The game continues until the first man empties his load inside the man on the bench. Although the event doesn't talk much about the status of the men, biohazard and scorpion tattoos often give a hint of status.

In Boston… for the last 30, 35 years? (Maybe more) there is an art instillation for the 24 hours of World AIDS day … part of which are these little shrines… this year this one caught my eye that included this button from 1996 .. and it seems that all of us ( not just in the US need to remember this next time we vote

Chapter 3 The sticky, cooling sensation between them was the first thing Jordan registered. Not as a shock, but as a fact. A pleasant, warm fact. He blinked his eyes open, the morning light softer this time, finding Jared’s sleeping face inches from his own. There was no frantic scrambling apart, no wave of panicked guilt. Just a deep, resonant calm. Jared’s eyes fluttered open. A slow, lazy smile spread across his face. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. “Morning,” Jordan breathed back, his own smile forming in response. He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Jared’s lips. It was gentle, affectionate, a world away from the desperate, hungry kisses of the night before. It felt… natural. They disentangled themselves, the dried cum on their stomachs pulling at their skin. “We’re a mess,” Jared chuckled, looking down at himself. “A good mess,” Jordan corrected, his heart feeling impossibly full. He’d never imagined waking up like this with anyone, least of all his best friend. The word ‘gay’ floated through his mind, but it didn’t stick. It felt too small, too inadequate for what was between them. This was just… them. They showered separately, a silent, mutual decision to keep some semblance of normalcy for Jared’s family downstairs. But the air between them had shifted permanently. Over a quiet breakfast, their knees touched under the table, a constant, secret point of contact. “So,” Jared said later, as they drove aimlessly through their now-too-familiar town, both high school graduates with a suddenly wide-open future. “What… turns you on?” The question was bold, direct, and it sent a fresh jolt straight to Jordan’s groin. He glanced over, seeing the curious, hungry look in Jared’s eyes. “I don’t know. I guess… I never really let myself think about it before. You?” Jared didn’t hesitate. “Hairy guys. Definitely. And cut cocks. There’s something so… defined about them.” He kept his eyes on the road, but a faint blush crept up his neck. “And… fuck, this is gonna sound weird… precum. Seeing it, tasting it. It drives me insane.” He took a breath. “And… showing off. Exposing myself. The idea of someone seeing me, getting hard because of me… shit.” Jordan’s own cock was already stirring, thickening against his jeans. Jared’s confession was the hottest thing he’d ever heard. “That doesn’t sound weird,” he said, his voice a little husky. “It sounds… really fucking hot.” “There’s a place,” Jared said, his tone shifting, becoming conspiratorial. “The old boat ramp out on Route 9. There’s a patch of woods behind it. People… go there. To cruise.” The implication hung in the air, heavy and illicit. Jordan’s mouth went dry. The idea was terrifying. And utterly exhilarating. “You wanna… go check it out?” Jared’s answer was a sharp, eager grin. “Yeah. I really do.” They drove in a charged silence, the anticipation building like a physical pressure. By the time Jared pulled his truck into the gravel parking lot, Jordan’s heart was hammering against his ribs. A few other cars were scattered around, their occupants unseen. The air felt thick, charged with possibility. They got out, both wearing the thinnest athletic shorts they owned, commando beneath. The late afternoon sun was warm on their skin. With every step toward the tree line, Jordan felt his cock twitch, beginning its inevitable swell. The coarse fabric of his shorts dragged against the sensitive head, and he knew a dark spot of precum was already beginning to form. He glanced at Jared’s crotch and saw the same tell-tale dampness, the outline of his thick shaft becoming more pronounced with every heartbeat. The woods were quiet, save for the rustle of leaves and their own footsteps on the packed earth. The thrill of the unknown, the sheer audacity of what they were doing, was a potent aphrodisiac. Jared stopped walking. Without a word, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down to his mid-thigh. His cock and balls sprang free into the dappled sunlight, his impressive eight inches already fully hard, glistening at the tip. He let out a shaky breath, a mix of nerves and pure excitement. “Your turn,” he whispered, his eyes dark with desire. The command was all Jordan needed. He fumbled with his own shorts, shoving them down. The humid air felt incredible on his exposed skin. He was fully erect now, his six-inch cock standing proud, a bead of precum welling and dripping onto the leaf litter below. Seeing Jared standing there, so boldly exposed, made him feel powerful, desired, and incredibly vulnerable all at once. They walked on, their cocks bouncing freely, the lewd slap of their bare thighs the only sound for a moment. Then, a new sound reached them. A low, rhythmic grunting. And another sound, wetter, more slurping. They crept closer, their pace slowing, until they saw them through a break in the trees. Two men. One, older with a hairy chest and a cut cock, standing with his back against an oak. The other, younger, was on his knees, his head bobbing in the man’s lap, the wet, sucking sounds echoing softly in the clearing. The standing man had his head thrown back, his eyes closed in ecstasy, one hand tangled in the hair of the man servicing him. It was surreal. A scene from a porn movie playing out in the dappled green light of the woods. Jordan’s breath caught. It should have been shocking, maybe even off-putting. But it wasn’t. It was the most intensely erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. The raw, unfiltered hunger of it mirrored his own. He felt a hand on his arm. Jared was staring, his own cock leaking steadily now, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The look they shared said everything. This is real. This is happening. Without breaking eye contact with Jared, Jordan sank to his knees. The damp earth soaked through his shorts, but he didn’t care. He reached for Jared’s hips, pulling him closer. He took Jared’s beautiful, leaking cock into his mouth in one deep, sloppy glide, his tongue swirling around the head, lapping up the salty-sweet precum. He gagged slightly, then relaxed his throat, taking him deeper, wanting to taste every inch, wanting to be a part of the raw, hungry energy of this place. He looked up, his eyes meeting Jared’s, and saw a look of awe and pure, unadulterated lust staring back down at him.