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I was glad for the weekend. I was going to meat JOEY at the bookstore, and was looking forward to it. I’d had no sex for a week and felt like I had to get some or die. I wheeled into the parking lot and noticed the large number of cars. A lot of horny dudes in there. But it was Friday, a Friday that would change my life forever. I entered the place and looked around for my friend. He wasn’t there yet, but I was early. So I thought I’d find someone to pass the time with. There were a number of possibilities. I saw this hot muscle stud. He was blonde, in his 30’s, wearing jeans and a T-shirt with CALIFORNIA printed across it. 5'9", about 160. A real hunk. But maybe a little out of my league. Five quarters later I left my first booth. I looked for CALIFORNIA, but he was no where in sight. I figured he’d left or he was doing some guy in a booth. But I did see my buddy, JOEY. He’d just come through the door. Joey and I met in this very place several months ago. We’d had sex a number of times, always in the very same booth, one kind of isolated from the others. We’d exchanged phone numbers. He called me when he was horny, or I called him. I guess you could say we were “compatible.” Joey’s married. Joey headed toward “our” booth, but it was occupied. We were about to search for an alternative, when out walked CALIFORNIA. We made eye contact for an instant, but Joey entered and I followed. We shut the door. I dropped my jeans and he unbuckled his. He took off his T-shirt and stood there nude and at my mercy. His swollen dick bobbed straight out from his pubes and dangled temptingly before my lips. He grasped his dick and milked a huge drop of precum from his piss slit Typical for Joey, it just oozed out of him and started to run down his shaft. I closed my lips around it, pulled back, and a long cord of jizz connected my lips to his dick. I licked his cockhead all over and let his thick pole glide down my throat. “You want my cum, baby? I got a big load for you tonight.” I had no doubt. He milked another load. This time he rubbed it all over my face. I had his precum on my cheeks, my eyelids, my forehead, even in my hair. He bent down to kiss me and spat in my mouth. He pushed his dick down my throat. I gagged a little and rolled my tongue around the base of his shaft. He got to moaning and making little fukking motions. Made me think my mouth wasn’t the only hole he was interested in We’d forgot to lock the door, so I was caught in the act when in walked CALIFORNIA. Joey looked at CALIFORNIA and at me. The expression on my face must have told him I was up for a threesome, cause right in front of California he thrust his thick dick all the way down my throat. I gagged violently, and he and California kissed. I ran my hands along California’s calves and thighs. The outline of his swollen dick was obvious through his jeans. He pulled off his jeans and shirt and removed his briefs. He was built, and his dick was hard and slightly longer than Joey’s. He ran his tongue across my face, and licked off Joey’s precum, then went to his knees to milk my dick. California’s lips and mouth got shiny. He pried his tongue through Joey’s lips and passed the juices back to him. I wanted to get screwed in the worst possible way. These were two very hot guys with gobs of unshot cum. And all they’d done so far was suck and kiss. I manipulated California so that I had a good view of his butt.. My nose brushed his cheeks, and he pushed back against me so it was buried in his crack. My tongue darted in and out of his hole. It smelled of a delightful musky man odor. I ate and licked and sucked that nice tasty hole while Joey mouthed his dick. California spread his legs so both of us could get a clear shot at his privates. He moaned and urged us on. California went down on both of us. I was so close I wasn’t sure I could hold back any longer. He pushed me into Joey’s crack and went to work on his dick. Poor Joey was in ecstasy! From his moans and groans, I was sure he was going to shoot. We must have getting pretty loud with our slurping and sucking cause there was a knock at the door. Fearing a visit from the management, California cracked the door, then released it. In walked this black guy. As the dude entered, I caught a glimpse of a bunch of guys lined up against the wall. Apparently our moaning and groaning had aroused a lot of curiosity. California’s hands caressed the black guy’s crotch as he pulled off his T-shirt and jeans. He had a damn good body and a half hard dick . California sucked it till he got his juices flowing, then turned his attention to my ass and got into tonguing me big time. With California’s tongue up my butt, I was as hot as I’d ever been. I never wanted to be screwed so bad in my life. I whispered to California to put it in me. A slight smirk crossed his face as he nodded in agreement. His finger probed my hole which he replaced with his dick. He used no lube other than precum and felt like a telephone pole entering my ass. Joey and the black dude watched hypnotized. California would pull back till he was almost out of me, then plunge back in. Over and over again. It was a recipe for cumming. I felt like I was going to crap. Squishy sounds emanated from my butt as California’s precum lubed my guts. At last he pulled out, saying he was getting too close. The black guy replaced him, and his hard dick entered my hole. He was more forceful than California and began banging me hard. It hurt, but I didn’t want him to stop. I could feel his dick rubbing my gland and felt like I was going to piss. The black guy yelled for me to take his cum. He rammed it all the way in and held it there. His pole jerked in my ass as his creamy man load spewed into my ass. It was awesome! He quickly pulled out, dressed quickly, and was gone. California pushed Joey toward my backside, and my sexmate entered me bareback. Despite our friendship, I’d let the black guy and California to do me first, so I suspected it was pay back time. I was right. He grabbed my waist and plowed me hard. Maybe vindictively, maybe just eagerly--but the result was definitely not gentle. No one that evening produced a condom or tried to use one. I was getting gangbanged bareback and was in sex heaven. “Shoot in his ass! Fill him up!” California urged Joey. “The bitch deserves it! And I’m gonna use your cum to make him feel real good when I shoot in him.” Was I loving this? I’d never barebacked before. What had I been missing? I wondered if any of these guys were poz. If so, too late. If AIDS was in the cards, then it might as well happen sooner than later. The only thing I really cared about was for these guys to shoot their jizz in me. Joey pounded me hard. His balls slapped my ass. He pumped so hard that my head struck the wall several times. California stood there coaching. “Use that hole. Breed the guy.” He and Joey deep-throated as he plowed my ass. Joey said he was close, and California pulled him off me telling him he’d better not cum yet. Then California entered me. And the pounding resumed. We’d forgotten about the door when the black dude left. It slowly opened, and this tall, long-haired, hippie type peered in. I don’t think either California or Joey saw him at first. He shut the door, removed his jeans, and presented himself to Joey. California, temporarily distracted by the hippie, came out of me, and Joey seized the opportunity to re-insert himself. He was really close and moaned, announcing to whomever was listening that he was about to cum. He thrust hard; and, for the first time, my friend deposited his load in me. California meanwhile, screwed the hippie. Joey, who was all sweated up, kept his dick in me until it went soft. He pulled out and began to dress. The hippie, being careful not to dislodge California, turned my body so he was facing my cummy ass. He ate my hole till his lips went shiny. We kissed. I smelled the musky odor of my butt on his face and tasted the jizz that moments before had been in my ass. He spit the cum, mixed with saliva, into my mouth. California pulled out of him and re-entered me. As he did so he unlatched the door and swung it open for everyone in the place could see. The guys who were leaning against the wall came to attention. Two guys came in. One found his way into the hippie’s ass, and the other chewed on California’s nips and well formed pecs. With the additional stimulation, California really got to moaning and plugged me hard. He whispered how much he wanted to BREED me, and I told him how much I wanted his SEED. The hippie, with a fresh load of cum in him, offered me his dick to suck on while I got plowed. The other guy, who’d been working California’s nips, jerked off at my side. California whispered, so none of the others could hear, “Here comes my poz load, bitch. Take my dirty seed up your cunt." He pushed hard against me. I felt him throb and quiver as his jizz shot into me. Another load hit my ear and cheek. It splattered on the stomach of the hippie who, in his the excitement, lost control and pissed down my throat. I swallowed again and again. After he emptied his bladder, he planted the biggest kiss on my lips. I passed a mouthful of piss back to him. I suspected he was the only one who’d overheard California’s words. The party was over. We were all spent, but I had yet to shoot and was hard as a rock. The door was wide open, but California and I just sat there naked staring at the wall. I wasn’t upset that he’d shot his poz jizz into me, just amazed that I’d taken my first poz load so soon. I asked if he was really from California. He said, yes. That ever since he’d been pozzed, he searched for new holes to breed. Said he a “Gift Giver,” that he’d never taken meds, and was soon to pay the price cause his virus was way out of control. He looked at me hard as I scanned his body for some sign of what he was talking about. He told me I could go the same route he had. “Once you start, you can never stop,” he cautioned. “It just gets easier and easier until you get a certain quota in your head, and you’ll do anything to meat it.” He gave me the most angelic smile, kissed me, and said he hoped he’d given me something to remember him by. We dressed and left the booth. I didn’t follow him out. Although I was tired, I was still hard and horny Unlike Joey and the others, I hadn’t cum. I entered another booth. The door to the next booth swung open. Through the glory hole I saw the light brighten, then dim, then go very, very dark. No quarters dropped. No video played. No dick popped through the aperture. Curious, I felt the opening and found myself probing a well lubed asshole--lubed with what I did not know nor care. What the hell, I thought. A chance for some real relief. I dug a couple of fingers into my wet stretched hole and scooped out a couple gobs of cum. I lubed my shaft and guided it into the anonymous mancunt. I was pretty sexed up, so I didn’t take long to shoot. I wondered how long it be before I became infectious. Probably too soon. Still there was the possibility that California’s poz jizz all over my dick might do the trick. I waited and dropped a quarter while my unseen buddy zipped up and got out of there as quickly as possible. I’d given him what he’d come for. Maybe more. Only then did I realize what a toll the evening had taken. I felt drained. As I drove home I mulled over the events of the night. Did I really want to turn out like California? A Giver? Or was I one already? I thought of the guy in the next booth--and of Joey. Turn about’s only fair play, I supposed. He’d screwed me, so I was entitled to screw him. I’d have to call him next week and arrange something. He was always so eager. He and his wife might end up the lucky ones. I could see to that.

Have to admit that getting dry fucked by a big dick is an awesome feeling for me, although it is rare for me not to have a load in me but my hole has its natural moisture that can pull a cock in me. It usually happens when my partner pushes in his monster when he wakes up and dumps a load in me. the feeling of my sore hole full of cum after a dry fuck usually leads for a full day taking loads 🐷

Last night I went over to a FWBs place to hang out. I prepped just in case but was really just there to chill and catch up. We’ve fucked many times and just hung out many times before too. My FWB is about 5’ 9” 180lb not ripped but a solid built mixed guy with a 8” thick curved cock. We smoked some weed, had some drinks and pizza, played some video games and watched tv, just a regular night. I indulged a little too much with the drink and smoke so he said I could crash there for a bit, which I’ve done before and nothing’s happened. He goes to his room to sleep and I pass out on the lounge side of his couch. Around 3am I half wake up as I feel movement behind me. There’s a blanket on me now and my pants were taken off. I feel something rubbing against my ass as a pair of arms pull me tight against his chest. I give a soft moan as he starts rubbing my ass and pulling my underwear down. His cockhead nestles against my hole as he starts slowly trying to enter me. Out of instinct I start rocking and rolling my hips trying to accept more of his big dry cock. There’s some pain as the head finally pops in but my horniness wins and I keep wiggling trying to get more inside me. He pulls out then shoves in again and again till he’s about halfway in then he holds my hip and pushes the rest of his dry cock inside till he’s balls deep. I’m moaning and babbling from the pain and pleasure waking me up more as my buddy starts slow fucking me with long deep strokes. He said he woke up super horny and knew I was here and wouldn’t mind helping out a buddy. To which I respond with “yes” and start fucking myself on his cock till he rolls me on my stomach and goes full force fucking my still unlubed hole. After about 15 minutes of gritting me teeth and moaning from the pleasurable pain he slams in balls deep and shoots his load. We stay like that for a bit catching our breath till he rolls us on in a spooning position with his cock still buried inside me. We pass out for couple hours till my work alarm goes off. I thank him for his load before I leave, my hole puffy and throbbing from the rough dry breeding it got. Pretty good morning overall

I used to do this with a bf when we were in bed. I would often wake up as the little spoon and begin grinding my ass with his covk which would quickly become hard. One thing i would do was spit on my fingers and then lube my ass. Id then back up onto his cock letting him slide in and he would soon start fucking. He never took long to cum but he would always keep his softened cock in me after he shot and we would fall asleep in that position. I loved waking up with his load. Once in a while he would wake up, roll me over onto my stomach and fuck me again using the nights load as lube. Ill never forget the scent of his cum that had been marinating all night in my hole.

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Last weekend I was out of town, went to a nearby-ish location where I've been many times to just unwind for a couple days, and you know... Usual stuff, enjoying the surrounding areas, bars, and I usually end my getaway going to a good old bathhouse I know there. I think I've posted about it before, it's a place targeted mainly to mature (+45 and older) men, and well... Usually when I go there I take a whole afternoon to enjoy the place, maybe some beers, maybe some cocks, some holes... Whatever the day brings. Most times you can see mostly workers, as there are some construction sizes nearby. I've sucked and swallowed loads from many industrial men there, I've even swallowed a couple piss loads in the past, I also started receiving loads deep in my guts months ago as well, and fuck! The kind of men you may find there are one of the main reasons I always go back everytime I'm in the area... This time I went a bit later than usual, and to my surprise it was somewhat packed... Saw a couple men I definitely wanted to do smth with as soon as I changed into a towel... Got a room, and went walking around to hunt something... Then, there was this dude... 20something, maybe 23? 25? kind of... Face too cute, and a bit too young for what I usually find there... You could tell he pumps some iron, had a decent cock as well, and fuck... Why not? Took him to my bedroom, and started deeply tongue kissing, he then started licking my armpits and FUCK! I knew that was a good catch... Sucked his nipples till making him moan like a dog in heat... Licked his pits as well, and he definitely loved it! Fuck! Good to find out a young dude with hairy armpits, he had the right amount of hair and the right amount of sweat, took my time to lick him clean while also pinching his nipples or grabbing his cock, and then I got on my knees and started deepthroating him. Good size, not too thick, but had a delicious mushroom head I enjoyed sucking, licking, kissing, and deepthroating. His balls were massive and completely shaven so fuuuck... Licked and sucked those as if my life depended on it... That dude was oozing gallons of precum. Hehehe he even asked me where I learned to suck it that way. When he was about to cum he stopped and started sucking my cock. I forced mine straight to the back of his throat... Hearing him gagging and trying to breathe was so fucking perfect. I ordered him to lick my balls, and fuck! I enjoyed spitting on his face while he was doing it, and slapping him as hard as possible... He was delighted as he thanked me every time I slapped him. Even made him kiss my feet, and you could easily tell that dude has a kind of submissive side, as he asked me to put one of my feet on his back while he was kissing the other one... He stopped for a sec and asked me if I had an issue with him smoking a bit of weed, I said no, and he took out of a tiny handbag he had on a little. little pipe, lighted it and took a couple puffs, I took a couple from that pipe as well, and then he asked me if he could rim me... Hadn't been rimmed in a long time, so, yes! FUCK! That dude rimmed me like a true professional... His tongue was flat at first, and then with the tip of his tongue he did like circles around my hole before tongue-fucking me... I was in a cloud. That dude took turns between rimming me and smoking his pipe... He was indeed getting high, something that doesn't bother me though, I couldn't ask for something better... Till he started rubbing his cock against my bare hole... He told me he had poppers in case I needed it, and he didn't have to ask me twice. He tried to put a condom on but I told him that if he was going to fuck me, he had to either breed me or feed me his cum... Same if I was going to fuck him. He agreed, so, I assumed the position, and once he put his cock in my hole, huffed from that fucking bottle as hard as I could and FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! That dude felt amazing deep in my guts. Hadn't been popperfucked in a while and that felt like if it was the very first time... He was enjoying it as fuck as well as he loved to take it all out and shove it back in all at once... Feeling how his balls hit mine was tremendous. My ass was already in sweet, delicious pain when he said he wanted to cum... Told him not a problem... He started pounding me really hard, and when he started cumming, HE PULLED OUT! Fuck! I made him go back in, fortunately I could get some of his cum inside, then I made him get on his knees and cummed on his face. When we were recovering I asked him why did he pull out at first, he said "he had a bit of a panic attack" when cumming because "you know man... you may catch something..." I chuckled and couldn't help but thinking how you may rim, kiss, suck, fuck, lick another man, let him slap you, let him spit on your face, actually swallowing his spit, getting high in front of him before fucking him... but somehow you draw the line as actually breeding the guy even when you're fucking him raw! ... Anyway, exchanged numbers, went to the showers to clean myself up a bit, and went back up to my bedroom to take some rest before hunting another one... Sucked a couple more, swallowed one, the other one cummed on my chest but I tasted his cum anyway, and then when I was finally leaving I saw my first dude kissing another man down one of the hallways... Pretty sure he stayed there for a while that night. Not sure if texting him, but I'd like him to fuck me some more. Opinions? Comments?

Part 11 I am awakened by a knock on the door, needing a moment to realise where I am. It is Mark, who greets me with an apologising look as he enters Thomas’ guest room, where I have been staying the last couple of days. ‘Good morning, Luke or should I say good afternoon.’ ‘Good morning’ I manage to mumble through the bedsheets. ‘Luke, it seems like Thomas cannot be with you today.’ ‘Why?’ I ask uninterested. ‘He has fallen ill; he stays at mine at the moment so that I can keep an eye on him’ ‘Mmmh’ is all I manage. Suddenly, Mark pulls the bedsheets of me, apparently to get me out of bed. He doesn’t know that I sleep in the nude, but he isn’t bothered by it at all. ‘Come on Luke… you can sleep later; I make you coffee.’ With that he leaves the room, taking the bedsheets with him. Reluctantly I stumble out of bed and go to the bathroom, still to cocky to get dressed. After a few minutes I sit naked in the kitchen, drinking my cup of coffee, while Mark is talking on the phone. ‘Your brother sends his love’ Mark tells me with a smile ‘but he is with a doctor now, apparently he got hit hard by the flu’ ‘You mean the fuck flu’ I try teasingly. ‘It is too early to tell, but it looks like it, which would mean…’ ‘I lost the race’ I laugh into my cup of coffee. ‘Yes, but we will know it in two weeks. Now, what are your plans for today?’ ‘No sure, Tony won’t be here until tomorrow.’ ‘I have to get back to Thomas, but if you are up for it, you could help at my store. We have an event tonight. Of course, I would pay you.’ I think for a moment, the money would be great, as a student I gladly take it. ‘Sure, sounds good and the money would be great.’ Mark calls someone, then gives me the address of his shop, which I haven’t been to yet. After I finally manage to take a shower and get ready, I start to walk to the store. It is a lovely autumn day and the grey sweatpants season is in full swing, apparently Thomas lives near a gym and the guys going in and out are ridiculously hot. It takes all my strength to keep walking as I am expected at the store. Finally, I found the dark store-front and enter, I am hit immediately by the smell of leather. I need a moment to take it all in, as I am suddenly feeling a hand on my lower back. ‘Hi there, may I help you with something or are you just looking around?’ a beefy man with an inviting smile greets me. ‘Oh, no. I am Luke, Mark asked me to help at the store today’ I say way to fast. ‘Ah, Luke, nice to meet you. Yes, Mark has called me, we have a party tonight and need every helping hand. I am Daniel by the way and a hugger, so welcome to our team’ He takes me into a tight bear hug; I smell his cologne, which is perfectly mixed with the scent of his sweat. He calls out into the back of the store, and two men come towards me. ‘Graham and Frank let me introduce you to Luke, he will be helping us today.’ ‘Luke?’ the man, whose name is Frank, asks ‘are you the little brother of Thomas?’ ‘Yes, I am, but he isn’t feeling very well at the moment, so Mark asked me to help out’ I still answer a little too rapidly, but my nerves slowly calm down. ‘That’s great’ Frank hugs me tightly, before Graham steps towards me with his imposing figure, his hug more dominant. ‘Luke, lovely to meet you. Then let us get to work, we have a lot to do.’ And so, we start to prepare everything, they show me a backroom, which apparently is for socialising and another who is full of couches and mattresses for fucking. After almost three hours everything is set, drinks and snacks at the bar, lube and cleaning supplies at the fuck room. Daniel has been staying at the front to handle customers, while Frank, Graham and I arranged it all, both telling me about this special community Mark has created here. We have one hour left before the party starts and the guests arrive. Daniel has closed the windows, Frank and Graham started to change into their leather gear. I look a little lost, which Daniel notices. ‘Hey guys, can you come all to the front, please’ he calls to us. Frank, wearing only a harness is walking stark naked to Daniel, while Graham is following him with only a pair of beautifully fitted leather pants. I follow them. ‘So, guys I think our young Luke here is feeling a little left out. Let’s get him into gear and show him what our community is about.’ I swallow hard as I feel Frank stepping closer to me from behind, his hands grabbing my hips for a moment before he pulls my tank top over my head. To be exposed to those three beefy, hairy and muscular men arouses me, but before I can think about what is happening, Frank’s hands are back at my hips, but this time they slowly travel to the front of my jeans. His full body now pressed against my backside, his hairy chest on my back. As he opens my jeans, Graham steps forward and pushes them down, helping me out of them. Now I am standing in the middle of the room completely naked as I haven’t put on any underwear today. My cock is rock-hard, Frank’s massive penis fully-erect already between my ass cheeks and Graham in front of me, his biohazard tattoo blazing. ‘Well, well, looks like our little friend here is enjoying the attention’ Daniel says into the quiet room, staying away just watching the scene. Graham closes all the space between us and kisses me deeply. I can feel his tongue inside my mouth, his chest pressed against mine, while his cock is hard against his pants. Frank has started to thrust against me, his cock already smearing precum on my ass cheeks. As Graham breaks the kiss, he pushes me down on my knees, ordering me silently to suck Frank’s cock. I happily oblige, tasting the toxic precum on my tongue and taking the side of his scorpion tattoo in. The three letters increase the beating of my heart. I can’t believe that within a few months, I have chosen to search out poz cum and dicks. Suddenly, a hand takes my head away from Frank’s cock and a blindfold is put over my eyes. The darkness engulfing me completely. Someone guides me to another cock, this one pierced. As I take it in, I don’t care any more whose cock it is, even though I assume it is Graham's. I stay on my knees for a few minutes, before someone is pulling me up and bending me over. It only takes seconds before a cock is again inside my mouth, this time no piercing. But that is not the part I’m focussed on, as I feel someone preparing my hole with his tongue. When I feel the head of a cock at my entrance, the thrusting of the cock fucking my mouth slows a little to let me prepare for what is about to happen. And it happens with a violent thrust. The head of the cock penetrates my hole without hesitation, staying in place while my body fights against the intrusion. But it only takes a few moments before my hole opens voluntarily and the cock slides deeper inside me. With increased thrusting, this unknown cock finds his way into me. I don’t think I have ever had such a massive cock in my ass, the stretch is one thing, but it is the depth I struggle with. Then, a very hard pull on my hips forces the whole length of the cock inside me, I feel balls hitting my ass. ‘Great job Luke, now you and your brother can claim to have managed my cock completely’ I hear Franks voice through the store. I cannot answer as I have still a cock in my mouth, but as it isn’t pierced it must be Daniel’s. Both cocks are increasing their rhythm, which is only shortly disrupted by a loud high five as I apparently have been eifel-towered right now. It only takes seconds, but it changes the atmosphere, because now both men focus on me again with a more eager urge and hunger. Probably Daniel is forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, his hands on my head to guide me. Frank on the other side is thrusting with violence, his cock starting to twitch. I take this as a sign to clench my ass and push myself against the cock behind me, and it works, with a loud, primal moan a warm load is filling my insides. It takes Frank a long time to stop pushing his toxic cum inside me, but as soon as his cock slips out of my hole it is replaced by the pierced cock, which means Graham is now fucking me from behind. Daniel and Graham also decide to high five each other, but with the slap of the hands Daniel shoots his load rather unexpectedly into my throat, where his cock was buried. Now, that two toxic loads of openly poz men are inside me, my focus shifts to the pierced cock in my ass, still not able to see. Suddenly, another cock is in front of me, entering my mouth, this one thick and already leaking precum. Despite not knowing, who it is I take this cock willingly, my nose nuzzled in bushy hair and my hands caressing a tight, muscular torso and finally resting on a firm hairy ass. While I try to discover this man with my hands, Graham is pulling me closer, shooting his load slowly inside me, making it the third one. The unknown man, who is throat fucking me, takes his cock out of my mouth and pulls me up to give me a deep kiss. He turns me around, and pushes his cock inside me, keeping me upright. My cock is bouncing around, already some precum must be shooting around the store. I feel the hands of the man on my hips and his thrusting increases. With some very slow pulls back, but powerful pushes inside my hole I feel his cock pulsating. He plants a small kiss on my shoulders, then he pulls his cock out completely, before ramming it back in, shooting his load with a guttural moan. I come as well, no idea where my load is landing or how far it is going. As I feel his cock still pulsating inside me, his hands slowly travel to the blindfold. He takes both his hands to untie the knot, while still keeping his cock firmly placed in my hole. When the blindfold finally falls to the ground, it takes me a minute to open my eyes fully. I look into the smiling faces of Daniel, Frank and Graham, my cum apparently all over Graham’s chest as he had knelt before me. The unknown man puts his arms around my stomach and chest, pulling my back against his chest. ‘This was wonderful’ I hear Mark’s voice whispering into my ear.

PART TWO: LUCK FOR THE CURIOUS Of DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II For a moment, all Felix could hear was his own breathing, fast and excited. He bit his bottom lip as he felt the erotic burning sensation from the shard. With the few thoughts the high hadn’t yet obliterated, he wondered if he was still under his blankets; this was too hot and too perfect, it had to be a dream. Then, the door opened. The boys walked in. The Latin guy, Tiago, whose name was tattooed down his arm, was chewing gum slowly, blowing bubbles and flipping it around with his tongue. He had a huge grin on his face with eyes wide to match. He was the shorter and skinnier of the three, and Felix was no expert, but through the netted shorts, what looked to be about nine inches was close to coming out of the leg. The black guy, Dreddy, was shorter than Logan with a tougher build. A purple durag was on his head, and his black jean shorts were baggy and sagged in the back. It was harder to tell what he was packing, but the raw confidence radiating off him was enough to make Felix’s hole twitch in anticipation. "This where the party's at?" Tiago said, peering through the stall door. “Our boy’s gonna keep a look out,” Dreddy added, fully opening the stall door and then locking them inside. Felix was kneeling in front of them, gyrating his hips ever so slightly, continuously up and down. "Ain’t no party with just one fool, though," Felix pouted. Dreddy was quick to reply. "That’s why we’re here, but I don’t see no fool." He exchanged a smile with Tiago and added, "You know, but I do see a mouth that’s way too empty." Tiago playfully thrust his hip forward twice, and his erect cock swung heavily under his shorts. Felix thought to himself, Oh my god... That thing was probably only semi-hard. He felt his hole clench and flex, a hungry pulse. "Dreddy, I think you’re right," Tiago said, wasting no time as he pulled out his uncut cock, not as thick as Logan’s but noticeably longer. He gave it two fast, hard strokes, and it stiffened even more. Yes, much longer. Felix's mouth opened in surprise for a moment. "Did it just get…" His mouth was already watering in anticipation. Tiago nodded. "He’s excited to get to know you. Show my cock some love, papi." Felix took Tiago's cock in his hand and lifted it slightly, allowing himself access to Tiago’s low-hanging balls. He made sure there was a small pool of spit, which he cupped slightly on the top of his tongue, and then licked up the front of Tiago's balls to the base of his shaft, increasing his speed as he glided off the tip. He gently pulled the foreskin back, shot a look up at Tiago, as Felix started to rotate his tongue and lips at the tip first, slowly adding more and more of Tiago’s cock into his wet mouth. Felix looked up as both of the guys passed the pipe back and forth, lighting it for each other. Tiago clicked the torch for Dreddy's hit. "Our boy Logan tells us you're a little party bottom." Dreddy blew the smoke down at Felix. "A slutty party bottom.". He took another long hit that Tiago encouraged by keeping the flame heating the glass. "Damn, you ain’t fuckin’ playin’! Fuck, that feels good!" Tiago threw his head back, a guttural moan ripping from his throat. Dreddy watched for a moment, completely still. "Yo, what I tell you the other night. Latin twink bottoms just get it." Dreddy started to tug his shorts down. His huge cock was pressing against the fabric, like it was ready to spring out on its own. Felix stole a quick glance as Dreddy teased his reveal. I wanna be surprised, Felix thought, these cocks are mine. He spit on Tiago’s cock and continued to suck it, the slick, smacking sounds filling the small space. "Yeah, a booty-bumped, cock-hungry little bitch like you got our dicks staying wet, right?" "Yes, papi," Felix slowly shoved the cock to the back of his throat and held it there, summoning more saliva, letting it pool and drip down his chin. "Yes, take it." Tiago applied pressure to the back of Felix’s head, holding him in place. "Mhm…mhm, that’s it. Choke on that shit." Dreddy pulled more of his shorts down. "Get that deep throat and get that mouth runnin’. That spit better be drippin’ down my dick the whole time." Felix took his mouth off Tiago’s cock, a thick string of saliva trailing with him, still connecting them. Felix smiled breathlessly and then opened his mouth wide with his tongue out, the little pool of spit cupped at the center, an offering. "That’s the kind of attention we deserve." Dreddy said proudly, yanking his shorts down and grabbing his 10.5-inch dick by the shaft, holding it up. He placed his heavy balls on Felix’s tongue and controlled the same glide Felix had done before, but this time, after he passed the tip, he plunged his cock into Felix’s mouth. With urgent hunger, Felix went back and forth between the two cocks. Slow, slow, he had to remind his high brain. Sometimes he would get too eager, too hungry. He focused on exploring each cock, testing their reactions to not just deep throating, but focusing on the sensitive heads, blowing cool air on the wet skin, jerking them with a tight fist before swallowing them again. Felix’s mind was a complete, blissful blank. Except for the insatiable need for more cock, of course. He was completely consumed by the lust and the high. Booty-bumped and creaming, his hole was growing wetter by the second. Tiago and Dreddy continued taunting him with moans and sharp slaps on the cheek with their spit-dripping cocks, marking him as theirs. “Alright, time to put this pussy to work.” Dreddy’s announced, as he moved behind Felix. His hands were rough, gripping Felix’s hips and pulling them up. "Get that ass up now..." Felix forced his back into a deep arch that presented his hole like an offering. He shut his eyes, his entire body trembling. It was thrilling. “Fill my pussy up with that dick, papi,” he moaned, the words a desperate, filthy prayer. He could feel Dreddy stroking the fat, leaking head of his cock against his puckered hole, teasing, smearing his own precum around the entrance, making his hole twitch and clench. The wait was pure agony. “This little party faggot wants it bad boy!" Tiago's voice was hushed and excited. His cock was oozing precum, and he pressed the tip against Felix's lips, not pushing in, just letting him feel the heat and bitter taste of his juices. Then, Dreddy didn't wait. He pushed forward, and the thick head of his cock entered Felix’s tight hole in one brutal, unrelenting thrust. The burn was immediate and sharp, a searing heat that bloomed deep inside but after a few second Dreddy didn’t have to do much to force him open, stretching him wider than he thought possible. Felix tried to hold in the scream, but it was ripped from his throat, echoing off the tiled walls. The sound was instantly choked off as Tiago took that exact moment to shove his own dick deep into Felix's mouth, using the cry as an opportunity to bury himself deep. Tiago spit on Dreddy's dick and Dreddy added to it right before he plunged it in again. Felix was trapped, as shocks started to hit his body, or at least that's what it felt like to him. All he could do was drool on the uncut cock pushing deeper into his mouth. But it was Dreddy’s rhythm that truly undid him. He didn't just fuck; he possessed. Each stroke was a deep, grinding withdrawal that left Felix feeling achingly empty for a split second, followed by a powerful, hip-snapping thrust that slammed home, burying every inch to the hilt. The force of it punched the air from Felix’s lungs, making his entire body jolt forward. Dreddy’s grip on his hips was like iron, pulling him back to meet every punishing plunge, ensuring there was no escape from the overwhelming fullness. Felix could feel the thick, ridged vein on the underside of Dreddy’s cock dragging against the part of his hole the Tina rock had melted. The friction that sent sparks of pleasure-pain shooting up his spine. He forced himself to relax his throat, to open up and take Dreddy's punishing strokes deep inside his guts while gagging on the sheer length of Tiago’s shaft as it began to fuck his face in earnest. As Dreddy established a devastating rhythm, pulling out halfway only to slam back in with long, powerful strokes that made Felix’s legs vibrate and threaten to give out, Tiago was in a different world as he milked the sensitive head of his cock on Felix’s tongue, swirling his hips. “Make sure you taste all that pre-cum,” Tiago grunted, his voice tight with pleasure. “Fucking parTy slut needs every drop, don’t you? Drink it up.” "Fuck, yeah, you like that?" Dreddy’s voice was a ragged pant behind him. "You like being stuffed with two big dicks, you little cock-hungry parTy whore?" His thrusts became harder, more erratic, his heavy balls slapping against Felix's taint with a wet, percussive beat that was the only rhythm Felix’s world had left. Felix managed to gasp for a sliver of air around Tiago's cock. “Yes, fuck… I fuckin’ love it…” He did love it, but the feeling was overwhelming and the sensation at this level was new. Was this how it felt to get fucked with a partied-up hole? It was almost too much for Felix to handle, his mind short-circuiting with every slam. Then, Logan’s voice cut through their haze from the doorway. “Park is gettin' a bit crowded, boys. We gotta move. Now.” The spell was shattered. Tiago and Dreddy both pulled out in a rough, sudden rush, leaving Felix suddenly, shockingly empty. He collapsed forward, gasping out a long, shuddering sigh that was equal parts relief and annoyance, he shuddered. “Easy now…” Dreddy laughed, giving Felix’s ass a sharp, possessive smack before helping him off his knees. Felix’s legs felt like jelly. “That was… woah…” Felix giggled, his voice a raw, hoarse thing as he leaned against the wall, fumbling with his shorts. Tiago was dressed in seconds and quickly walked out. Felix splashed cold water on his face, trying to come back to earth. Dreddy washed his hands beside him, and in the mirror, they caught eyes and shared a knowing, dirty laugh. As Felix pushed the door open to go outside, he quickly tossed on sunglasses from his pocket and pushed his hair back. He hadn't realized how much he had been sweating. He stopped suddenly and smiled. He wasn’t expecting all three of the guys to be waiting just outside the door. Logan stood in the middle, beaming. “What it must have been like in there…” he mused, shaking his head with a grin. Felix shrugged, a new, cocky confidence surging through him. “Well, it was just gettin’ started.” “So, then what’s good, lil’ papi?” Tiago asked, that grin returning to his face. Dreddy adjusted his dick in his shorts and looked around. “Yeah-yeah… soo…” Felix took in each of the guys, his body still humming with the aftershocks. “I mean, I live like two blocks away…” [END OF PART TWO] Next up, Part 3 in Volume II

Meet him on snifies. He asked if I was hosting and I told him I could. He took awhile but except my offer. Which was a good blow job. He asked if I bttm. I said well I think about it a lot. But I never have. He asked would you let me try? I asked him for a picture of his dick. 7”2.5” in girth. I sucked him like a Champ. Then he tried to finger my ass. So I gave him lube. I continued suck his monster cock. He gets on top of me missionary. He begins to work the head of his cock in after a short time he fucken Buried his cock balls deep. It was amazing i wanted to kiss him. But he was more interested in fucking me. He started to hit my hole hard and fast i wanted him to put his seed in my ass instead he pulled out and fired a massive load all on my gaping hole. Over all even the big dick had me worried. I took it like a good faggot!

I love the forceful power of a top calling me a faggot, makes me want for him to go deeper!

Whatever, man. So sorry I don’t have the time or the disposition for this “very” interesting debate that is apparently so important to you. Just don’t be preachy OK? We are all tired of people with this attitude whether you see it or choose not to. Have a great one

i lost count after 707,231

Chapter 2 – Used, but Not Abused Chapter 1 describes a night when I was abducted from the home of my new buddy, Zak. Zak knew about my fantasy, and it seems that he was making it come true. I’m wearing a blindfold (about the only thing I’m wearing), and I’ve been taken to a warehouse, put in a sling, fed some clouds, and given what seems to be a good-sized booty bump. My ass has been filled with a toy, but now a guy has his fist in me and is having me do some poppers. I took one deep inhale and let it out. I held the second one in for as long as possible to let the potent fumes take hold of my brain. As they hit, I felt the guy begin to move deeper into my ass. This guy knew how to treat an ass! He was slowly crawling further into me, taking his time as he felt his way through my ass. He’d go a little deeper, pull back, then slide more of his hand into me. All the time, he was flexing his hand and fingers, probing my walls and providing excellent sensations inside me. Of course, the poppers heightened the feelings, and I was grunting and moaning. I understood that my ass was about to be treated to a wonderful experience, and I was more than ready to do whatever they wanted. He did a great job working over my ass. He didn’t go too deep, but really concentrated his efforts on opening me up. His hand spent a lot of time at that point, right before it slipped in all the way, twisting and flexing to ensure that my ass was ready for whatever came next. He took his time, rubbing up against the walls of my ass and giving my prostate some focus. Even with my cock in the cage, it dripped out some precum, which slid down and mixed with the lube. “Give me a bigger one,” he growled at someone. He kept fisting me while the new toy was being lubed up. He slowly withdrew his hand, and then the toy was placed at my hole. He pushed it in, and my greedy ass swallowed it with ease. “Damn, that ass is hungry!” I moaned my agreement, and the guy started to really work me over with the new toy. He was pushing, twisting, flexing, and pumping it in and out of my ass. Several times, he pulled it all the way out before sinking it back in, giving me that wonderful feeling that comes when my ass is first penetrated. He slowed down eventually, then told me to hold the dildo in place so that it was ready for the next guy. I reached down to grab it, but he wanted me to hold it in with just my ass. Since everything was well lubed and the toy was long and a consistent thickness, I needed to use gravity to assist in holding it in, so I levered my ass higher in the air, keeping the dildo firmly seated. The first guy must have moved away from the sling, and another guy took his place. He grabbed my legs and pushed me to lie back in the sling. He quickly pulled out the dildo and probed around my hole with his fingers. “Fucking hot hole!” Man, I love it when a guy appreciates my ass like that. I pulsed my hole to open and close it, eliciting a growl of approval from the new guy. “Poppers." I took the hose, put the plugs in my nose, and inhaled deeply. The fumes filled my brain and made me even more of an ass pig than normal. Once he knew they had penetrated my brain, he shoved his hand in my ass. He was going deep. I felt him slide quickly through my entrance, and then he began his descent into my deepest areas. With the poppers and the T flowing through my body, I was totally focused on my ass, and it opened nicely for him. He was soon at that bend that marks the entrance to my colon. His fingers probed around a bit, both to find the path and tease it open. When he knew the way, and it was opened for him, he slid his fingers through and was into my colon. Fuck, this is amazing! I decided on my own to do some poppers, which made the other guys laugh. They were excited to have found a bottom who could match their top energies. Of course, if the tables were turned, today or another day, I’d be happy to top any of them, too. The poppers sent me to another place. All I was aware of was what was going on in my ass. He was expertly massaging my innermost walls, understanding that the slightest move on his part translates to seismic waves in my ass. He played lightly, occasionally moving back and forth, but mostly just feeling around and flexing his hand. Feeling the muscles of his arm expand and contract as he flexed in my ass was exhilarating, and I was one happy bottom. He asked one of the other guys to give him a plug for my ass. While they were prepping it, he slowly removed his hand. He took his time on the pullout, ensuring that he hit all the right spots on the way. When his hand was out, he shoved in a large butt plug to keep my ass open. “We need to smoke more.”

Please be gentle - I am not a native English-speaker. This is my first time posting a story. It is fiction, but very close to what I experienced myself today.... The morning meeting had been a drag, a blur of spreadsheets and forced smiles in a sterile conference room an hour from home. You were driving back, the highway a monotonous ribbon of gray, your mind already on the afternoon you'd have to spend catching up on work. Then you saw it. The green sign for the rest area. A place you knew from online forums, a spot whispered about in certain circles. The thought was a spark in the dry tinder of your boredom. It was just after noon. Guys on their lunch breaks. The chance was too good to pass up. You signaled, pulling off the highway and onto the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. You sat in your car for a moment, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You needed courage. You pulled the small brown bottle from your pocket, unscrewed the cap, and brought it to your nostril. One deep, long hit. The chemical rush flooded your head, a warm wave washing away your anxiety and replacing it with a gnawing, confident lust. Now you were ready. You left your car and walked into the trees, your boots sinking softly into the damp ground. In a small clearing, four guys were standing around, a silent, tense circle of unspoken need. Nobody was touching, nobody was talking. It was a standoff. And then you saw him. He looked like an apprentice, maybe in a trade, with the confident, slightly bored swagger of a young man who knows he's good-looking. He had Mediterranean features—dark, slicked-back hair, deep brown eyes, and an undeniable bulge straining against his work jeans. He was the focal point, the reason for the gathering tension. You walked past them, your path bringing you within arm's reach of him. As you passed, you reached out, your hand confidently cupping his balls through his jeans, giving them a firm, knowing squeeze. He didn't flinch. He just turned his head, and your eyes met. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips. The invitation was accepted. Just then, an older, paunchy man, the kind who spent his lunches chasing a fantasy he could no longer catch, broke the stalemate. He gave a pleading look to the group and then scurried into a smaller, adjacent clearing. The apprentice followed him, his walk a confident stalk. The older guy didn't waste a second. He dropped his pants, exposing his pale, flaccid ass, and bent over, bracing himself against a tree. "Fuck me," he whimpered. "Please." The apprentice unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was exactly as you'd imagined: thick, hard, and cut, the head a perfect, angry-looking dome, framed by a thick, neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair. There was no condom in sight, no mention of one. I would have offered one, but I was not planning for a lunch fuck and did not even bring one. He spat on his hand, lubed himself, and pressed it against the man's hole. He pushed, but the older guy cried out, his body tensing up. "It's too big! You're too big!" he whined. The apprentice grunted in frustration, shoving him aside. "Useless," he muttered, his cock still jutting out, hard and unsatisfied. You saw your chance. While he was dealing with the failed bottom, you stepped up to the older man, who was now looking lost and rejected. You knelt down and took his limp cock in your mouth, trying to coax some life into it. It was a distraction, a means to an end. The apprentice watched you for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. He saw the older man's failure, and he saw your willingness. You were usually a bottom, but the energy in the air, the raw, primal need, made you feel bold. You stood up, your own cock now hard and demanding. "Let me try," you said, nodding towards the older man's ass. He shrugged, a gesture of permission. You stepped behind the older guy. Your cock was different. It was pierced with a heavy, 10mm tribal dream ring, a piece of metal that always got a reaction. You pressed the cool metal of your PA against his hole. It slipped in easily, a smooth, foreign object. But the moment the ring was inside, the older guy's ass clamped down like a vise. You couldn't get your swollen cock head in to follow. He was too tight, too panicked by the unfamiliar sensation. Frustrated, you pulled back. You looked at the apprentice, his magnificent cock still hard and glistening. "Want to fuck me instead?" you asked, your voice low and direct. His smile returned, wider this time. "Yeah," he said, his voice a low growl. You didn't need to be told twice. You turned around right there in the open space, not bothering with a tree for support. You let your pants fall to your ankles. The cold air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver. You pulled your Poppers back out and took another deep hit, the world dissolving into a warm, pulsing haze. Before you could even cap the bottle, you felt him behind you. He didn't wait. He didn't prep. He just grabbed your hips, his grip like iron, steadying you as he slammed his raw, thick cock into you in one brutal, satisfying stroke. The burn was immediate, but the Poppers turned it into pleasure. He started fucking you with an aggressive, short-stroked rhythm, a man on a mission. There was no finesse, only force. Each thrust drove the air from your lungs, your PA swinging wildly with the impact. You were just a hole for him to use, and the thought of it made you dizzy with lust. It wasn't a prolonged fuck; it was a lightning strike. He was clearly just looking for a quick release. After maybe twenty, thirty seconds of relentless pounding, his grip on your hips tightened painfully. "I'm cumming," he grunted, the words strained and urgent. "Shoot it all inside me!" you gasped, pushing back against him, wanting to absorb every drop. "Give me everything!" He let out a deep, guttural groan, and you felt it—the hot, powerful, pulsing warmth as he emptied himself inside you. He held himself deep, his body shuddering as he drained himself into your guts. He stayed there for a moment, his chest heaving against your back, then pulled out as abruptly as he'd entered. A sudden coldness hit your exposed, wet hole. You both quickly rearranged your clothes, the silence of the woods pressing in around you. You turned to face him. He was already zipping up his jeans, his face unreadable. He looked you straight in the eye. "You are healthy???" he asked, his voice casual, but the three question marks hung in the air, turning it into an accusation, a challenge. "Yes," you answered. It wasn't a lie. It was the truth. You were healthy. For now. He watched your face as you said it, a flicker of something in his dark eyes. Was it satisfaction? Triumph? Or was it just the simple relief of a guy who'd gotten what he wanted and was now covering his own bases? He gave a slow, knowing smile. "Good," he said. He didn't offer any information about himself. He didn't say "I'm clean too." He just nodded, as if you had passed a test, and then turned and walked away, disappearing back towards the parking lot without a backward glance. You stood there for a moment, your body trembling, his cum already starting to leak out of you and down your thigh. The drive back to work was a blur. The encounter played on a loop in your mind: the confidence in his eyes, the brutal force of his fucking, the heat of his load, and that one, pointed question. And a new, terrifying thought kept surfacing: Did those thirty seconds change my life? Now you're back home, the day finally over. You're lying naked on your bed, your hand stroking your hard cock. The memory is so vivid, so powerful. But it's the question that's consuming you. You are healthy??? Why the emphasis? He was so dominant, so unconcerned with anything but his own pleasure. Why did that one thing matter so much? And then a new, terrifying thought takes root, blossoming in your mind, dark and beautiful. What if he gets off on this? What if the question wasn't about safety; it was about eligibility. He wasn't asking if you were a safe place to fuck. He was asking if you were a worthy target. He wanted to know if you were negative, if your "yes" meant anything. Maybe he's a collector. Maybe he gets a thrill from pozzing neg guys, from turning another man, from adding another notch to his belt. Your honest answer, your "Yes," wasn't a reassurance for him. It was the green light. It was confirmation that you were a prize worth claiming. But then the other possibility, the logical one, pushes back. Maybe he was just a regular guy, a player who loved to fuck raw but was terrified of the consequences. Maybe he asked because he genuinely needed to know for his own peace of mind, a hypocritical but human act of self-preservation. Maybe his smile was just the cocky smirk of a young man who'd gotten away with exactly what he wanted. You can see it now so clearly. He wasn't just fucking you. He was converting you. Every powerful thrust was a hammer blow, forging a new reality. The heat of his load wasn't just cum; it was an inoculation. A gift. A curse. You were just another victim, another story he could tell himself. You moan, stroking your cock faster. The thought is so repulsive, so dangerous, and so unbelievably hot. You reach back and press two fingers into your still-slick hole. You pull them out, coated in his essence. You bring them to your lips, and this time, you don't just taste. You lick. You suck them clean, imagining the millions of potential viruses swarming in your mouth, in your blood. You're so close. You're right on the edge. You close your eyes and you can feel him inside you again, but now it's different. It's not just a memory. It's a transformation. Was that just an anonymous fuck on a Tuesday afternoon? Or was it the moment you were chosen? The moment you were changed? You'll never know for sure. You'll never see him again. You'll have to live with the uncertainty, with the three-month wait, with the gnawing, exhilarating possibility. And as your own cum explodes across your chest, hot and thick, you realize that this uncertainty is the ultimate prize. He didn't just fuck your ass—he fucked your brain. He gave you a gift that will last forever: the endless, thrilling question of what he really left behind.

Part 1 It has been almost 20 minutes figuring out what to wear on my first Pride march. My brother is sitting on his sofa in the living room and waits patiently for me to get ready. ‘Luke, how long will it take you to turn into the slutty twink you always are? The march starts in one hour and we still have to get there first’ my brother calls teasingly. ‘I’m not a slutty twink’ I call back, but when I look in the mirror it is exactly what I am. I am a 21-year-old skinny bitch, at least my friends call me that. I guess it is true, when you’re under 6 feet tall your mouth must become a little bit more powerful. I look at myself and am happy with my outfit, a leather harness over a tight sheer white t-shirt and assless chaps with a golden thong to cover my privates at least a little. As I enter the living room, my brother looks amused. ‘Yeah, right, you are not slutty, not a little bit’ ‘Shut up and let’s go’ We get into his car and drive to the starting point of the Pride March. I really can’t believe that my brother has decided to join me, but he has always supported me. As the Pride march is in a different city, then where I study, my friend group has to arrive by train, and we will meet them there. I was lucky enough to stay at my brother’s for the last two days or I would be sitting in that train too, because the hotel prizes are just too expensive for us partying students. After my brother parked his car in a relatively unknown side street, we head to the parade. I see my friends from far away and we reach them with difficulty as the crowd is huge. The news say that over 100.000 people are expected to celebrate and protest. We finally reach my friends, and I introduce my brother to them, of course they are immediately drawn to him, his charm is unparalleled. For a happily married, straight guy, he really hits it off with my people. The march begins, the atmosphere electric. After an hour we take a break, my brother in deep conversation with Lily, one of my best friends. As we continue our march, the sun becomes stronger and it is getting hot between all the buildings. My brother decides that between all the half-naked people he could get rid of his shirt, I’m astonished by the confidence of him. But of course, I have to admit, he probably is the wet dream of a lot of guys here. As a former ruby player, he is very muscular with a big ass, his now exposed hairy chest is getting all the attention of the people around us. If he wasn’t 13 years older than me and happily married, I would be jealous of the attention he is getting, well I am a little bitch after all, but I really love that he is so comfortable. We walk on, I party with my friends, and my brother is falling behind, but one of us always has an eye on him. Before we reach the big square, Lily notices that my brother is in a very intimate conversation with another men. He is almost as muscular as my brother, his chest hairy as well and his abs out of this world. Above his crotch, which is only covered by a leather jockstrap and the half of a biohazard tattoo is blazing above it. I have no idea how this guy and my brother ended up chatting, but the man’s hand rests on the lower back of my brother. But I forget about it rather quickly as I feel the hand of my on-and-off again boyfriend Chad on my ass. We reach the square, my brother back with our group, all listening to the speeches of the organisers, activists and politicians. Later we decide to go to one of the many parties in the cities gay club, my brother talked into it by Lily and Chad. We chose one, that has an all-welcome bar, but gay cruising area downstairs. So that Chad and I can have some spicy fun, while Lily, my brother and the rest of the gang enjoy the party upstairs. As soon as we enter the club, the atmosphere is full of sex, lust and beer. I’m not sure this was the right choice, but my friends just got the last table and ordered their drinks. Chad and I decided to head downstairs, we are not here to waste time. As we enter the cruising area, Chad pushes me into an open room, that transmits a live video feat of the people inside on a monitor. We close the door and start to make out, within in seconds I have his dick in my mouth, sucking and licking relentlessly. He is almost close to come, so he pulls me up, kisses me and then gets on his knees to return the favour to my cock. Chad isn’t the best at sucking, but he can take a cock deepthroat, I start to fuck his mouth and almost shoot my load. We stop, savouring it for later, we kiss and head back upstairs. As we join the group, I notice my brother wasn’t there. ‘Have you guys seen my brother’ I asked them. ‘He went to the toilets I guess, but it has been a while to be honest’ Lily answers me. I am puzzled as well as a little concerned, I hope he wasn’t angry because I left with Chad right away. I search for him but cannot find him anywhere upstairs. He might have searched for me downstairs, so I decide to head back to the cruising area. As I enter there are a lot more men now, but my brother doesn’t seem to be there. I walk through the maze, some hands finding my ass and cock, but I ignore them, when I stumble upon a playroom with bondage bench right in the centre. I can’t believe my eyes, bend over the bench is my brother while the guy with the biohazard tattoo is fucking him. I slip into a dark corner, watching the scene with confusion. My brother is in pure ecstasy and lust, the unknown guy is hitting harder and harder into him, my brother moaning louder and louder. Suddenly, a big beefy muscular man, his body covered in hair and completely naked enters the room walking directly to the bench. He positions himself in front of my brother and he takes the rock-hard pierced cock in his mouth without hesitation. I can’t believe it, my brother is being spitroasted right now. The man with the biohazard tattoo nods to the big beefy guy, and they swap places. As he stands behind my brother, pushing his cock against his ass, I noticed something missing, but it took me a moment to realise. My brother is not only taking cock, but he is also taking cock raw, and he is taking poz cock raw. It overwhelms me and I turn to leave, when Chad collides with me at the door. I try to push him outside, don’t want him to see my brother, but it is to late. Chad kisses me and then pushes me aside, entering the room and walking towards the bench. He doesn’t present himself to my brother, he walks behind him, nods to the beefy man currently fucking my brother, who makes space willingly. Now the beefy man and the man with the biohazard tattoo are in front of my brother as he is licking or cleaning their cock with his tongue. But my focus is on Chad, who with a grin on his face and a quick look to me, rams his cock into my brother’s ass. My brother moans loudly, I know why, Chad’s cock is not only long, but big. For a little twink, he has a massive cock. I can’t take it anymore and leave the playroom. It takes twenty minutes for Chad to reappear upstairs, but my brother still hasn’t come back up. ‘I thought your brother was straight?’ Chad asks me casually. ‘He is, at least I thought he is, but why did you fuck him? Fuck, my boyfriend fucked my brother, that’s bad’ ‘Don’t loose your cool, lets face it we have fun, but we are not exclusive or anything, and your brother is proper hot. I just had to take the chance.’ ‘Easy for you to say, I don’t know what is happening right now’ ‘I get that, but don’t give him a hard time, he always supported you, now it’s your turn.’ ‘But he fucked the guy with the biohazard tattoo raw, he took poz cock and I doubt he is on PrEP’ ‘Oh, he is taking a lot more loads down there and I never been on the pill too’ ‘What, wait, but we …’ ‘Yes, we fucked raw a lot, but you never asked. Now, get your thong out of your ass and don’t be a bitch. He is enjoying himself, let him have this night’ With those words Chad went to the bar to get another drink. It took another 45 minutes before my brother came back upstairs, together with the biohazard guy. They walked straight towards me. ‘Hey little bro, I want to introduce you to Mark, I met him during the parade’ ‘Hey, nice to meet you. And how was his cock in your ass?’ My brother looks puzzled for a moment, but then his confidence takes over again. ‘His cock is great, gave me a really nice toxic load up my ass, can’t wait for another round’ My eyes betray me, the shock apparent. My brother takes Mark’s hand, kisses him in front of me and they both turn around to go back downstairs. I don’t see my brother for the whole night, but he is my ride back to his place. It is almost 5am in the morning, when he comes back to the table, on which Lily, Chad and I are the last remaining of our group. ‘Let’s go, I bring you all back to mine and Luke, we will talk later’ We stand up and are greeted outside by the first rays of sunshine. My brother is walking in front of us, on his pants a little wet spot appearing right on his ass, apparently he is leaking the loads of the night, but I am the slut.

Love verbal abuse from a dominant top. Being called a faggot, whore, slut, pig, cumdump, etc. is all a huge turn on and makes me want to serve him even more and be an even bigger pig.

Sunday, June 27, 1993, 01:42 PM Back in our pack’s room, I start to dress, the weight of my new identity settling over me like a second skin. The Omega’s voice cuts through, low and commanding. “Why don’t we start a little training now, faggot?” Before the watchful eyes of the pack, he barks, “Position one.” His tone laced with authority as he fastens a leash to my collar pulling it taught. I drop to my knees without hesitation, the room shrinking under his presence of command. His hand moves with calculated precision, delivering sharp, controlled slaps to my face with his cock, each one a reminder of his dominance. Slowly, he guides himself into my mouth, my submission absolute. My hands grip his thighs, feeling the raw power coursing through him as he swells, claiming the space between us. I work his shaft slowly, eyes locked on his, seeking approval. A flicker of enjoyment in his gaze spurs me on. The Alpha steps forward, pressing a bottle of poppers to my nostril. I inhale deeply, the sharp scent igniting my senses, heightening my desire. My slobber drips from my bottom lip as I redouble my efforts, driven by a primal need to please. Mentor presses my head into the Omega’s crotch, choking out phlegm as tears stream down my face. The Alpha offers poppers again, growling, “Choke harder, faggot,” as the Omega’s hands merge with Mentor’s, their domination absolute. The Beta snaps a belt across my ass, ordering position two. Without hesitation, I grip the Omega's sides tighter, bracing myself as poppers fuel my further ascent into surrender. Mentor and Alpha work in tandem, their fingers—one, then two—probing and stretching me open with deliberate intent. My body yields under their touch, heat rising. Beta steps forward, his thick, uncut Latin cock glistening with spit, and my hole clenches, a wave of lust crashing over me as his saliva slicks my skin. The Alpha urges, “Slut your holes out, faggot, be a good boy.” The Beta kicks my legs apart, driving deeper as I’m thrusted at both ends, poppers pushing me into utter faggotry. The Omega commands, “More tongue, faggot,” parking himself in my throat, relishing my struggle. I work his shaft, staring into his eyes, seeking approval as Mentor spits in my face, his finger digging into my ass alongside the Alpha’s, stretching me for the Beta’s pleasure. My tongue tickles the Omega’s base, my hole clenching to draw the Beta deeper. The Omega’s pulse quickens, his legs tensing as the first spurt releases. I flick my tongue, matching his rhythm, guiding his essence down my throat. His crotch begins convulsing against my face, his balls starting to drain into me, fulfilling my desire for his satisfaction. The Omega grips my head, demanding, “Open your throat, faggot.” Tears well as I obey, trembling under the poppers’ force, my submission absolute. He buries every inch, holding until I can’t breathe, my face blue, tears streaming—a testament to my devotion. The room echoes with my moans, the clap of my cheeks, and the Omega’s climax, my gaze unwavering. As the Beta slaps my ass, his thrusts turn frenzied, signaling his release. “Oh fuck,” he gasps, his final thrust flooding me with his sacred seed. His grip loosens, the other men’s fingers withdraw, and his strength ebbs as he shakes out the last drops, marking me for the weekend. I pump my ass on the Beta’s softening cock, slathering the Omega’s head to complete my service. Sated, I release him, my voice steady with purpose: “I will not allow a drop of my brothers’ seed to touch the earth, sir.” The Omega’s smile mirrors the others’ murmured approval: “Good faggot.” My tongue traces his shaft, reverent, cleansing every trace of my devotion. In this act, I shed my former self, each lick a vow to the eternal bond of this Brotherhood. Mentor’s proud gaze reflects my becoming—a soul forged anew in submission’s fire. Mentor and Alpha pull me aside to rest, praising my effort. “You didn’t quit,” they say, their approval sealing my transformation in this crucible of surrender. Sunday, June 27, 1993, 02:21 PM Searching for the guys, I pass each den’s door, hearing moans and slaps. That sounds like harry—clearly, I’m not the only one getting a send-off. In the living room, I find Master with a drink, reading a book. “May I join you, Sir?” I ask. “Sure,” he says. “What’s on your mind, faggot bindel?” I settle beside him. “I have questions about the weekend.” He nods. “Go ahead”, ass he closes his book. “Why the silence?” I ask. “In the beginning,” he explains, “only I communicate with you to instill my dominance and the Brotherhood’s hierarchy. Once you understood your place—how you submit to all, but a Beta doesn’t submit to an Omega—you began to accept your responsibilities and privileges. You’ll learn more as you grow.” “Why the hoods?” I continue. “The hoods strip away superficial judgments—freckles, features you might reject. Instead, you focus on a man’s capabilities, performance, kindness. They let your animal instincts take over. Get it?” “Yes, Sir,” I reply. “Why no names?” “As a pledge, you didn’t deserve them,” he says. “Now that you’ve embraced us, they’ll be revealed. By the way, I’m Carl Pinkerton, still Master to you, though. Only my husband calls me by name here.” “Yes, Sir,” I say. “Why no clothes?” He smirks. “It’s summer—who needs clothes? That’ll change with the weather, except in the Licentiousness Lounge. No point down there.” harry descends, greets us, and asks, “Where’s faggot worthington?” Moments later, the others trickle downstairs for the ride home. I collect the guys, and we make our way to the car. Sunday, June 27, 1993, 04:20 PM Master pulls us aside, handing each a small gift box. “Open this at home, in private,” he says, wishing us a safe journey. The gates open, and we start down the road. Curiosity wins, and danny opens my box since I’m driving. Inside is a video cassette labeled with my new title, an envelope, and a signet ring. The envelope contains a letter with contact information for my pack and a brief note: “Now that you are one of us, you must be trained as one of us. Your pack will guide your development from this point on; obey them as you would me. You can trust them—they are your brothers. We’ll see you soon. Your password is set as faggot1. P.S. The ring is worn on your right pinky.” The ring fits perfectly—how did Master know my size? Maybe that’s why he’s Master. Jokingly, danny and I clank fists, rings gleaming, and chant, “Wonder Faggot powers activate!” harry adds sound effects, while arthur hums the He-Man theme. “Form of a cumdump!” danny declares. “Form of a cock-slut!” I add. Our laughter celebrates our new lives, fitting like a worn-in shoe. Sunday, June 27, 1993, 04:33 PM On the road home, the four of us realize we’ve left something behind—something we don’t want back. Our boyish innocence, fears, hang-ups, and the lies we told ourselves to fit in are gone. We can’t hide from each other anymore; we’ve seen too much. We entered as frightened boys, adrift on life’s currents, and emerged as men, our purpose clear. Duty calls us now. It’s a duty to each other and our brothers, a lifelong adventure just beginning. Like the ad promised, we couldn’t imagine the possibilities then, but now, with childhood’s blinders gone, we step forward with confidence. My brothers are my keepers, as I am theirs. Forever changed, we look to a world of possibilities, our pledges reaffirmed. We’ll return—not as boys, but as men. End of My Genesis

Part One: Familiar Disasters They both remembered the last time they saw each other. Two years ago. Downtown. The station that always smelled like metal and rain. They’d spotted each other across the tracks. Juan on one side, Daniel on the other. Just long enough for their eyes to lock before the train shot away. They were left with echoes from their past, not all of it good, but most of it made of things they still craved. Two years was enough time to become different people. New jobs, new friends, new apartments. They’d each slept with other men, learned new ways to be cold, new ways to be kind. Time did what time does: it layered distance over memory. And yet, that moment at the station had been like hitting a reset button. Everything they’d buried came back, the heat, resentment, want. It made it easier, later, to tell themselves that the pull between them was just being human and horny, something you could outgrow. Until tonight. Daniel saw him before he was ready to see him. Juan was walking down the street toward him, framed in the yellow spill of the bar signs. He looked older, broader in the shoulders, a bit more tired around the eyes, but somehow even more dangerous for it. Daniel’s body clocked him before his brain did: the remembered heat of his skin, the way he’d move on top of him, the weight of him. The one Puerto Rican he’d ever dated, and the only one who’d ever really taken control from him in bed. Their eyes met over the blur of people between them. Daniel felt his breath hitch. Juan’s lips curved into a slow, surprised grin; Daniel felt his own answering it before he could stop himself. They closed the distance like magnets. “God, it’s been too long,” Juan said, voice low, right against Daniel’s ear as he pulled him into a hug. God, I want to taste him, he thought. Daniel inhaled a memory, sporty cologne and a faint trace of smoke. His body reacted to it as if it knew what to do. “I know, I know,” Daniel sighed, clinging a beat too long. “But here we are.” He forced himself to pull back. He forced himself not to stare too hard into Juan’s eyes. Don’t be an idiot, he thought. Don’t fall right back in. Juan hated small talk, but he could not let Daniel walk away this time. So they talked about work, apartments, aging parents. But it was all scaffolding around what was really happening. Juan noticed that their bodies kept drifting closer. Every topic they talked about was really them saying, “I don’t want this to end at the sidewalk.” We gotta stop making up excuses not to say goodbye, Juan told himself. So he admitted it, and then Daniel did too: they had been cruising for a hookup. Juan finally stopped mid-sentence and looked at Daniel slowly, in a way that was no longer subtle. His attraction to Daniel’s body, and the sense of ownership he still felt over it, brought on a smile. “Come with me,” he said, like it wasn’t a question. Daniel reached for Juan’s hand and threaded their fingers together, confident and familiar, and Daniel let himself be led. They slipped off the main drag, past the noise of the bars, into a narrow alley that smelled like bleach and a bad weekend. Daniel’s chest tightened with recognition. He knew this route. So did Juan. This was the back way—no signs—to the basement bar everyone just called The Ditch. If you knew, you knew. From the street it looked like nothing, just a half-hidden door at the bottom of a short flight of concrete steps. But Daniel remembered the first time Juan had brought him here, the way the air inside changed so fast; it was heavy, dark, thick, sweaty, humid. Down there, anything went. As they reached the top of the stairs, Juan’s thumb stroked the inside of Daniel’s wrist, slow and deliberate. “Nervous?” he asked, glancing back with that same crooked smile Daniel had never really gotten over. Daniel swallowed, feeling like he was fifteen again. “With you?” he shrugged. “Always.” They slipped inside, where the music was loud, the crowd dense, and the smell of weed mixed with sweat and poppers filled the air. They pushed their way through to the bar, had two shots of tequila each, and wandered deeper into The Ditch. Juan spotted a couple of guys he knew huddled in a far-off corner; they were passing a small glass pipe around. He looked at Daniel, whose eyes flashed with excitement, a look that made Juan think of doing nasty things. They took hit after hit from the pipe, each inhalation ending much too soon. Juan grinned widely at Daniel and pulled him into a deep kiss, his hands roaming up and down Daniel's body, faster and harder. He firmly pushed Daniel against the wall, and Daniel felt just how much Juan hadn't changed. He was still the dominant one, always in control. It excited him but also scared him a little. "We should go somewhere more private," Juan whispered in his ear, nibbling on it playfully. Daniel moaned, unable to do anything but nod his head in agreement. Juan slipped some cash to the guy with the pipe and then pocketed a small baggie of crystal meth. Juan led them to the second floor, where different sections had different activities going on. They found an empty room with a few mattresses on the floor. Juan locked the door behind them, pulling Daniel into another passionate kiss. He shivered and Juan smiled at that. Instead of saying what they both wanted to, they kept kissing. Daniel pulled at Juan's shirt, ripping it off, and his hands tugged the belt open on Juan's jeans. Daniel was so hungry to taste Juan's cock again. The memory of it was relentless. "You can't resist it, can you?" Juan smirked, looking down at Daniel, now on his knees. Daniel hungrily took him into his mouth. Juan was still just as thick as he remembered, and his scent made Daniel forget anything but serving the man in front of him. He slid his tongue along the shaft, letting spit drip whenever he could, coating it. Juan had taught Daniel how to do this. Looking down at Daniel on his cock made Juan feel powerful. The thought of another person worshiping him, wanting him, helped all the dark things he would and wanted to do to Daniel come back to him. Daniel was tossed onto the mattress, and then his pants were quickly pulled off. The meth made his thought process slower. Juan crawled on top of Daniel, his dark eyes smoldering with lust as he gazed down at him. Daniel was scared but aroused by the intensity of Juan's desire. "Remember how I used to take care of you?" Juan whispered, running his thick fingers through Daniel's messy hair, tangling the strands between his fingers. "Yeah," Daniel breathed out softly, his voice trembling with anticipation, "But that was a long time ago." "Well," Juan chuckled darkly, "Some things never change." He positioned himself and pushed his uncut cock into Daniel's eager hole. He grunted from how warm it was, how good it felt. The stretching seemed to go on and on, Daniel's body accommodating Juan's impressive girth inch by slow inch. Daniel yelped out in a mix of pleasure and pain, but was determined not to tell Juan to stop. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Juan's muscular lower back, urging him deeper inside. Once Juan was fully in, he paused, savoring the tight, pulsing warmth, taking hits from his pipe before pressing the glass tube to Daniel’s lips, making sure he took a hit as well. The crystal bolted through their bodies and they felt dizzy. Juan's style was unmistakable: forceful, rough, and utterly demanding. It was as if he was staking his claim on Daniel's body, taking complete ownership for his own pleasure. With every thrust, Juan asserted his dominance, leaving no doubt in Daniel's mind about who was in control. Daniel remembered begging for Juan to slow down in the past. He would feel pain, but mostly it was unfamiliar pleasure—he knew that now. Juan would never listen to him; he took what was his. The familiarity of it all didn't diminish his desire or willingness to submit entirely to Juan's desires; instead, it fueled Daniel's darkest cravings, bringing them to the surface with aching intensity. Juan went to that animal place he could go to when he fucked. It was as if there was nothing but what he wanted, and nothing mattered anyway. He loved the rhythm their skin slapping together was making. He stared down at Juan, who whined with pleasure. Daniel was so small compared to him. I could destroy him, Juan thought. He watched his hands gripping Daniel's hips, fingers digging in as he slammed into him, harder and faster with each passing moment. Juan felt Daniel's muscles squeezing around his cock as it slid in and out. This was new; Daniel had never done this before. "You're squeezing my cock? Don't want me to pull it out, huh?" Juan taunted. Daniel shook his head, "No, I don't want you to pull it out." Juan slowed down to long strokes, pulling his dick up to the tip and slamming it back in. "Ah! Oh yes. Get deep!" Daniel yelled. "Look at you," Juan brought his face down to Daniel's, "You've turned into a little slut…" Daniel got nervous; had he gone too far with wanting it? He stammered, "I– … I –...Juan…" Juan cut him off, mocking him, "Don't explain yourself. You've turned into a slut for anyone's cock." Slowly, he put his hand on the back of Daniel's neck, using his thumb to push his jaw down to open his mouth. Then he spit in it. Daniel swallowed it hungrily. "I just need to remind you how this fucking runs. I need to remind you that the only dick you're hungry for is mine." Juan gritted his teeth and started railing Daniel. Crying out, he managed, "Yes, show me. Please, I only want you." "How could you live without this?" Juan grunted, his voice filled with arrogant satisfaction. He knew how good he felt inside Daniel, and he would take advantage of that knowledge to push them both higher. "I can't… I don't…." Daniel whimpered, his voice a hoarse, rasping moan, "You feel amazing." Daniel's fingers clawed at Juan's slick, muscular back, desperate for a hold on the man who was giving him such intense pleasure, which in turn caused his erection to become even more engorged. With a rumbling growl, Juan began to thrust in earnest, savagely pounding into Daniel - each stroke deliberate, sharp, and powerful. He reached around and grabbed Daniel's thigh, yanking it higher to open him up, to take him completely. Daniel gasped as Juan's thick cock struck that deep, secret place inside him, sending electrifying pleasure coursing through his body. Their moans and breaths were desperate, the sounds of their wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, creating an erotic beat that pulsed through the air. Daniel's gagging moans fueled Juan's relentless rhythm, and sweat poured down their straining bodies as their movements grew more feverish. Juan's thrusts grew more urgent, erratic, and forceful as he neared his climax, the meth fogging his mind and prolonging the exquisite agony of his heightened pleasure. He couldn't hold back any longer, the urge to spill his seed now an overwhelming, pulsing force that threatened to consume him entirely. Daniel could feel Juan swelling inside him, his cock throbbing with the need for release. "Cum on my face," Daniel gasped, "Please…" With a guttural roar, Juan pulled out and grabbed Daniel's hair, forcing his face upward as hot jets of his seed erupted and splashed across Daniel's flushed cheeks. Some of the cum dripped along his skin and into his mouth, only intensifying Daniel's own climax as his erection pulsed and shuddered through its release. They collapsed onto the mattress, trying to catch their breath in the aftermath of their explosive encounter. Their bodies were spent, their minds reeling, and their souls bearing the indelible marks of their all-consuming passion. Despite the intense pleasure they'd just experienced, a hollowness now lingered in the air, an echo of regret that whispered in the shadows. They knew their actions had consequences and that this momentary escape would come at a cost. As they dressed and walked out of the room, they avoided each other's gaze, hoping that even the darkest corners of their minds would stop trying to find ways for them to see each other again. But deep down, they both knew that they were already too far gone, too damaged, and too aware of what else was out there, waiting for them in the shadows. Juan walked with Daniel until they were out of the alley. Juan turned to Daniel, "I'm always gonna want you," he began, "just admit that you're always gonna want me." He finished before disappearing into the night. Daniel stood there for a moment, staring after him. He lit another cigarette, exhaling a long stream of smoke as he walked towards his car. "This was so stupid," he said as he put his head on the door of his car. The party, the drugs, and the sex had filled the time and helped it pass by. But doing it together helped make sense of the cycle they couldn’t escape. They were already too damaged and too aware of what else was out there. Was it so bad? [END OF PART ONE]

Question for the exhibitionists out there. I love watching and being watched but never performed in front of more than maybe 5-10. That was in an adult theater which, sadly, no longer exists where I occasionally fucked or got sucked off. I love watching porn of guys at places like Folsom St Fair where there are dozens, maybe hundreds watching or at least glancing over while walking by and I've always fantasized about doing more (FF/WS) while people watched but never have. Obviously, both have logistical issues but that's never an issue in a daydream 🙂

I'm a top. I'd always considered myself average length but thick. As I've gotten older, I say I've shrunk a bit. Not really, but there are a couple factors in play: I don't get as rock hard as I once did. Chalk it up to age and meds. And as you gain a few lbs/kgs in later life, you gain a fat pad around your crotch so you appear a bit smaller. I used to love pushing through a guy's second ring, which I probably can't do now. So I'm self-conscious in a cumdump situation and it's one of the reasons why I'm preferring oral play at this stage in life.

This morning. my awesome FB. He leaves me feeling like a rag doll. He's this mass of muscle and He alternates between kissing my back and shoulders while He fucks, lying on top of me, and mostly pounding hard. i feel so amazing after. He really likes how i squeeze His cock when He's inside me, so i do that a lot and milk Him that way. When i suck Him, i rub His cock tip on my face and get His pre cum all over. Today i told Him i do that to get His scent on me, so every time i breath for hours after He is gone, i still can smell Him on me. He seemed to like that.

Why stop when you are 60? There are plenty of guys out there happy to load up a 60 yr old. Keep going!

I've always loved this one. The bottom surrenders himself so completely to the bliss of being fucked by cocks. Wish it was me. [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/hungry-hole-for-two-bears-fuckers-xhuadGU

Last night. Went to the sauna. There were not so many raw tops. Took 1 raw cock. It was a top with a long but not so thick cock. He fucked me hard, deep and long. After a while I heard him coming and he was moaning for at leat 10 strokes. He said that he dumped a very big load in me. I pushed it out and it was true. The cum was flowing out my hole and over my balls. I could push six times and cum was still ouzing out of my hole. Later that evening I went to the Cuckoos nest and was fucked raw 3 times. One short fuck and two longs fucks in the darkroom. One of them was a black guy with a big cock. After 30 minutes of fucking he pushed a few vingers in my ass. He wanted to fist me. We went to a cabin and he punch fisted me. After a while he wanted to fuck, but he didn' t last long and blew a vey big load inside me. This one was as big as the one I received earlier in the sauna. The cellar of the Cuckoos nest was not crowded anymore and I went to the sauna again. With a re-entry ticket it is cheap to enter the sauna again. There was very liitle fucking going one. In the darkroom near the slings, stood a top with an average cock. I stood in front of him and guided his cock in my ass and he fucked me. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me in the bigger darkroom. He fucked me for a bit, when I noticed sonebody was standing behind him. The top stopped fucking me and the guy who was standing behind him, thrusted his cock very hard in my ass. He fucked me hard, and suddenly stopped. Maybe he came in my ass? He actualy did. I pushed a big load out of my ass. It was not as big as the other two, but big enough. Normally I get fucked more in one evening, but I was happy. Three fucks were really long with two very big loads.

I was with a well endowed black man and he was having a very hard time staying hard in his rubber so he took it off and slid inside of me and filled me up with his hot cum and I was hooked lol.

Thursday 10 pm Time flies when you’re having fun. Though sometimes, and this is when you know you’re riding the right amount of drugs, when I’m high and in the moment, time seems to stop, and all I can focus on is the cock, mouth, or hole in front of me. This is what I love about chemsex, the way it focuses your entire being on men and fucking. It’s not about letting it run my life, but using it to bring my buddies and me pleasure. It’s a balance, and I love teaching my bottom boys how to manage it and not lose themselves. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love that we all get twisted, but I want them to learn how we all watch out for each other. I must have lapped at Drew’s smooth hole for almost an hour now. Sticking my tongue in, slowly teasing it open, spitting on the hole, taking my time to lap it up, making slow circles around the outside ring. Sometimes I reach up to work on his hard cock, edging him. Meanwhile, Jack loves playing with Drew’s fresh nips, teaching them how to be even more sensitive to the touch. Drew’s cock has been leaking precum like a fountain, and it was hot watching Jack grab it from Drew’s dick and whatever was on his stomach, and bring his precum-covered hand for Drew to lap up. I notice that the front of my jeans is wet from my own leaking cock. I’m sure Jack’s in the same situation. At one point earlier, Jack turned Drew on his stomach to lie on top of him, his smooth ass arched up, giving me a great view and access. I smiled as Drew reached over and moved a part of Jack’s button-down shirt to one side so that he could suck on Jack’s big eraser-sized nips. Jack played with Drew’s hair, encouraging him on, instructing Drew how to suck. “Bite it lightly, now cover it with your lips and slobber over it, with lots of spit, and stick your tongue out and draw it around the sides of the raised nips, feel how hard they are for you. You have to vary the feeling. Watch the guy’s reaction, and you’ll know what feels good to him.” “That’s right, baby. I love it when you suck on my big nips like that–seeing you naked on top of me. Your daddy behind you, eating your ass, opening you up. Is this what you wanted? We’ve talked about this for the past month, Drew. How you wanted to be used by men, to role play, to take loads from guys, whether they’re neg or poz. How you’ve wanted to try Tina and G, whatever we wanted to give you. This turns you on, doesn’t it? “Oh my God, I’ve thought about this for so long. Cruising online, finding pnp videos that I’ve jacked off to so many times. I want it badly.” “We love making your dreams come true, Drew.” “Thank you, Uncle Jack.” “Good. Your daddy is going to fill the pipe again, and I want you to suck on it while I make you another Coke with G. This time, I’ll give you a little more. Don’t worry, I just want you even more on the edge and hornier. But we’re going to take care of you, even if you nod off a little bit. You have nothing to worry about. We’ll make sure to wake you up smiling. Okay, baby? You trust us? “Yes, sir, I do. I want you to use me.” “Atta boy, that’s what we like to hear.” I know what Jack has in mind. We haven’t done this in a while, and we need to make sure the bottom is fully on board, which Drew is. Sounds like Jack’s been working on Drew for a while now. A hot newbie chem bottom who’s willing to try it all is a fucking birthday, Christmas, and anniversary present all rolled into one. You don’t get it very often, and there’s no guarantee it’ll go well. Some are all talk, but this kid is ready and willing. I haven’t seen any hesitation on his part, which will make this whole situation even better. I want to see how far we can push his boundaries. Honestly, A+ for this kid so far. I help Drew up from the couch and make out with him, letting him know that he’s exactly how we want him to be. While we make out standing up, I can feel his cock next to my leg, rubbing against the jeans. None of us has watched the porn on the screen at all; we’re so engrossed in the moment. At this point, it’s just there to add to the general sleaziness of the situation. We all realize that it’s not about the porn. Not at this point anyway. Jack stands up, unbuttons his shirt all the way, but leaves it on. He’s so sexy like that, with just his chest and nips showing, his bulge straining in his jeans. I pull away from making out with Drew, and we both watch Jack adjust his big dick in his jeans to make himself a little more comfortable. “I’ll get us some G. Drew, I’ll get you a robe too. We love you naked, but remember everything is a balance. While we get ourselves together for this next round, just wear the robe. You don’t have to close it, just leave it open, but it’ll keep you warm. I’ll turn the fireplace on too.” Drew reaches back and feels up his hole. “It’s so wet.” “You’re starting to smell like me, Drew. You got my slobber all over your hole.” Drew brings his hand back from feeling his hole and licks it. “Tastes good! Uncle Jack, can I help you with the G? I want to know what to do.” “Absolutely, Drew. Follow me, and we’ll get you that robe, then you can watch as I prepare the G. “There will be a quiz, later, Drew. Take notes.” Drew has a big smile as I say that. I watch Drew turn to follow Jack. His pert ass and the back of his thighs shiny from my slobber, his hair tousled. These breaks are important; they help the mood as it rises and falls. It’s like gooning and edging, knowing when to ease off to give yourself time to breathe. We could have jumped right to fucking, which I’m sure Drew would have loved, but this is about training and taking our time, letting him open up and be comfortable. My buddies and I all have different roles and strengths, but what Jack and I are particularly good at is this: what we’re doing right now. Getting him to break his bonds of shame, and let his inner pig out. We’re not fucking selfish. We’re in this together, and we want to train Drew so he goes on to more adventures. I take a quick peek at my phone and see that Kevin, Henry, and Dwayne have all checked in on our Telegram group chat. I quickly type that this kid’s a keeper, that we’re having an excellent time, and that I hope they come over when they’re free. Knowing their schedules, Kevin will probably come over in the morning. Henry and Dwayne will come later tomorrow, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they have cumpany with them. We don’t bring anyone who hasn’t been vetted, but thankfully we have a stable of men who join us. It’s nice to share in the fun. I watch Drew put on the bathrobe, leaving it open, giving us a peek at his still hard cock, his torso, and legs. As Drew and Jack head to the kitchen, I put my phone away and refill the pipe. I take out two more pipes from the coffee table drawer and fill them up as well. We don’t skimp, and it’s nice to have them ready. That’s what the burly straight dad taught me one summer while camping, but that’s a story for another time. The porn on the TV is set up so that another one automatically plays when it finishes. Jack has an extensive collection of both professional and amateur porn. I take the torch and melt the Tina in all three pipes, taking hits one after another from all of them. Don’t want any rocks spilling out. My dick jumps up a little as I smoke up. Kid was taking lots of hits in the beginning, shotgunning some to Jack and me, but then we got into the foreplay and stopped. Time’s right to get us amped up again. As I hit the pipes, I see Drew and Jack in the kitchen taking some Cokes in a glass to the counter. I’m sure if they were to look my way, all they would see are big clouds floating in the living room. Jack’s showing Drew how to measure the G. I can hear Jack telling him not to take G with alcohol, it just makes you sick, and that’s no fun. Jack fills the first and second glasses and lets Drew fill his own, showing him how much G to put in. Jack gets behind Drew as he’s doing this and pulls his robe open more and plays with Jack’s nips as he measures the G. I can see Drew momentarily close his eyes, wrapped up in the pleasure. Jack eggs him on, and Drew fills up his Coke with his dose. There’s about a foot difference in height between the two, which is fucking hot. The sight of Jack behind Drew, fondling him under his robe, is perfect. I want that shot burned in my memory banks. I put the third pipe down as they come back to the living room with three glasses. Drew’s open robe sways as he walks up to me. He smiles as he hands me my glass. I nod my head up, encouraging him over, and he comes in for a kiss. He does the same to Jack and the three of us down the Cokes. I’m used to the bitter taste, but I can see Drew whinge a little. It’s probably because he has more than we do. I reach down, get a pipe and put it in Drew’s mouth. “Here, take a hit. It will help with the taste. There are three pipes there now, just grab any when you want.” Jack takes our glasses and brings them to the kitchen while Drew fires up the torch and takes a few big hits in a row from the pipe. He’s getting good at taking in the Tina and at making clouds. “Just like I showed you earlier, blow them out slowly, and let the smoke creep out. Like it’s a living thing.” He’s getting the hang of it. It’s all a part of the show, of course. The clouds coming from his mouth are mesmerizing. “Better?” “Yeah, that G tastes horrible.” “Later, I’ll get a bubble ready and fill it up with Gatorade. That adds a nice, sweet flavor. Sit and get comfy, you’ll start to feel the G shortly.” The three of us sit back down on the couch. Drew between us, robe still open. His cock is no longer steel-hard, but it’s beautifully chubby and shiny. Jack reaches for a remote by his side to turn on the fireplace. “Thank you so much, guys. I’m having a great time.” “Let’s talk before the G hits, okay? Remember, this is all about fun. Follow our orders and speak up when you want something or need to take a break. We don’t like a bossy bottom, but we do like one who knows what he wants. We’re going to help you unlock that side.” As Jack says this, Drew watches him intensely looking directly into Jack's eyes. They lean in to kiss, and I grab one of the pipes and take a hit as they make out. Jack pulls away, a line of spit dangling between them, and nods for Drew to do a shotgun. I lean in to kiss him, holding the Tina in my lungs. Our mouths lock, and feel our tongues start to dance around each other. I reach up, holding his head lightly, and slowly blow in the smoke. We continue to make out as he lets the smoke out between us. It comes out thick, between kisses and out of his nose. Big hit for sure. Drew leans his head back, gives a big sigh, and says, “fuck, that’s good!” Jack draws open Drew’s robe some more and starts tweaking one of his nips. I spit in my hand and play with his cock, slowly. I feel it get even more chubby as I move my hand up and down the shaft. I then move to caress the head of his dick and lean over to whisper, “I can’t wait to slide my raw cock in your hole.” This makes Drew squirm in excitement. Head still back, eyes closed, probably starting to feel the waves of pleasure from the G. Jack’s got his hands all over Drew’s inner thigh as we ramp things up. “I’m getting a little dreamy. Horny and dreamy.” “That’s alright, that’s what you’re supposed to feel. The G is kicking in since you had a higher dose. Plus, we’re bigger and used to it. Just let it flow, Drew. Don’t fight what you’re feeling.” With that Drew starts to grind his hips in circles as I slowly jack him, and Jack alternates between Drew’s nips and thighs. “Drew, you may want to close your eyes a bit. That’s okay, let it happen. But we’re going to continue to have fun. Your cock is going to remain hard, and you’re going to feel warm and very, very horny. You may come in and out, but just ride the waves. Breathe and relax into it.” “Yeah, please!” This time, it’s Jack’s turn between Drew’s legs. Jack gets up and kneels down between Drew’s legs, the robe totally open, exposing Drew. Drew reaches down and grabs Jack’s hands in his, while Jack starts to lick Drew’s inner thighs, balls, and up and down Drew’s cock. I put the pipe down and paw at Drew as well. I watch Drew, making sure his breathing is regular, which it is. His head is going side to side as Jack sucks on his cock slowly, teasing it all over with his tongue, going all the way down to the bush. The waves must be hitting him now. His cock is back to rock hard, which happens a lot with G. He’s got a huge smile on his face, while Jack holds his hands down to his side. His squirming slows, but it gets more languorous and deliberate. He starts slowly bringing his cock up to meet Jack’s mouth, and I can see Drew’s cock get slobbery wet with spit. This goes on for about 15 to 20 minutes. Jack and I pleasuring Drew while the G goes into action. Slowly, we notice his gyrations slow down, and his body relax even more. He’s in that perfect dreamy, horny state. At one point, he nods off as Jack is sucking him off and I open his mouth and dribble some of my spit in. Jack and I get up to admire him. Sitting on the couch, naked under a robe, his smooth body glistening from our spit, he starts to touch himself with his eyes closed. With his left hand he plays with his nip while his right slowly jacks his cock. We look at each other and smile. I nod at Jack, which he knows is the signal to get the clippers and razor. As Jack ducks into the bathroom, I pick up one of the pipes and take a big hit. I let the smoke out and start to take off all my clothes. All the while watching Drew play with himself slowly. At times, stopping as he nods off, but then picks up again playing with his dick. This kind of wave is for the beginning, helping Drew loosen up, and shed his inhibitions. Plus, it makes our dicks so hard to see him like this. Playing with himself, as the G hits him over and over again. He’ll be alert soon enough and will be hyper-aware of everything happening. I kick my shirt and jeans to the side, standing fully naked now. The steel cock ring is tight around my hard cock. Drew stops jacking off and starts snoring lightly. His dick is rock hard, his legs spread open between the robe. I lean over and stick my tongue in his mouth, making out with him. He gives a “Mmmm, yes.” “Drew, I’m going to pick you up and bring you to the playroom. I’m going to lay you down on the play mattress. We’re going to strap your arms and legs down, and shave off your body hair. We want you smooth all over. You’re going to look even more like a true sub.” “Don’t be alarmed at being strapped down. You’re going to love giving up control to us. This is all part of the fun. Soon we’re going to be inside you, taking turns, opening your hole up for hours, we’re going to keep you spun, and your hole will be overflowing with our cum. Do you want that, Drew?” As I say this, Drew slowly opens his eyes. They’re glazed over at first, but he snaps to attention. “Yes, do it all to me.” I help Drew take off his robe and pick him up. Lifting weights all my life makes it handy when I have to do this kind of thing. I bring him to the playroom and put him down on the bed. He opens his eyes for a second and smiles again at me. There goes that smile, I love it. I then move to the sides of the bed, take the restrains and put them on his wrists. I spread his legs and clamp his ankles. He looks up and watches me, before nodding off again. This entire time his cock is standing straight up, leaking precum, pulsing up and down. He looks so fuckable strapped down like this. “Just relax for a moment, Drew, while we get things set up.” I can feel the G as well and it’s making me so horny and pervy. That and the hits of Tina, of course. I go back out to the living room and shout out to Jack, “You need help or you got it?” “All good. Bring your stuff in.” I get my bag, the torch, the three pipes on the coffee table, and go back to the playroom. Jack follows me in holding a basin of warm water, and a bag with the clipper and shaving razors. “Damn, he looks good like that! Is he nodding off? “Yeah, a little but he’s alert when he needs to be” Jack gets especially turned on by a bottom boy rolling on G. “Get your clothes off, Jack, and let's get this hair off his body. I want him smooth.” ...

The first time I tried gay sex, I was definitely hetrosexual, married but just wanted bet myself. They guy fucked be raw over his car bonnet and filled my guts with cum. It rewrote my sex drive. That's why they call it breeding. I adore gay sex and only raw now. My body needs that DNA cum fix.

Part 10 When lockdown happened, I had not long taken on a job which required me to be in Scotland for part of the time and in London for the rest of the time. When lockdown was introduced, I was in Scotland and it was agreed that I would stay and work from there. I was staying with a friend of a friend just outside Glasgow and, although I did not like the job, the living arrangement worked out fine. As the weeks and months of lockdown wore on, I was getting quite horny. I really missed sex - I especially missed that feeling of pushing my bare cock up a nice tight arse. I realised from online chats that a lot of guys were getting very frustrated - especially some of the guys I chatted with who lived with wives and girlfriends - and I had made plans to meet up with a couple of them when restrictions were eased Having said that, my first sex in lockdown was not with one of the straight guys. When the restrictions were first eased in the September of that year, I arranged to meet up with one of my friends, Alan. Alan has been with his partner for many years, but he and I have been fucking each other since the mid 90s ,when we discovered during a threesome with a young blond guy that we both enjoyed sex without condoms. It was good to see Alan, and we both enjoyed catching up. After we had some lunch, I was tidying up and Alan was standing by the back door in the kitchen. We debated what to do next and I suggested we could sit out in the garden. Alan agreed we could do that and then he said "Or you could come over here and suck my cock!" I turned round - Alan's trousers and pants were down at his knees and he was holding his hard cock. He started wanking it and a few seconds later his cock was in my mouth and he sighed and gently took hold of my head as I began to suck him. I sucked him for a while and then he turned round and bent forward, pushing his arse into my face. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. Alan has always loved having his arse licked and this time was no exception. I could see he was really turned on and when I stood up and began to rub the head of my cock over his wet arsehole, he didn't resist. I pushed the head of my cock into his arse and he leaned forward. A short time later, I was up his arse. It felt so good after so long without any kind of sex and I enoyed every minute of the fuck. I fucked him right there in the kitchen as he leaned against the kitchen units with his arse pushed out. I knew I wouldn't last very much longer and a few minutes later I was squirting my load right up Alan's arse. He was close too and when I pulled out he turned round and I took his cock into my mouth, being rewarded with a big load of cum almost immediately. I had really enjoyed the fuck and was now feeling quite relaxed. A short time later, Alan went back to his husband, my load still deep in his arse. About a week later, I was messaged by one of the guys I had been speaking to online. We had first chatted just before lockdown and were just arranging a time to meet up when the pandemic struck. He had told me his name was Colin and he was bisexual and lived with his girlfriend, but every now and then he enjoyed doing it with another guy. He had said he wanted to fuck me and didn't really want to use a condom. A few days after I fucked Alan, I was messaged by Colin, who asked me if I was still up for meeting. I was definitely up for it - Colin had sent me some picutres when we had chatted before - he was a ginger guy - one of my major turn ons - with short hair and a neat little goatee. He had also sent me pictures of his big, thick cock and he re-sent the cock pictures this time. He was free on the Saturday afternoon and, as it happened, my house mate was working so we arranged to meet up. I was really horny to be fucked and I had a little play with myself in the shower as I was getting ready. Colin arrived on time and when I opened the door I got a bit of a shock. He looked completely different to what he had in the pictures he had sent me a few months before. He had obviously grown his hair, moustache and beard during lockdown and now had a shaggy main of hair and a much longer, thicker beard. I'm not normally into facial hair but something about him really turned me on and we were kissing and feeling each other up the moment he came in the foor. I got his cock out and sucked him in the hallway for a while and then we moved upstairs. I could tell he was as horny as I was and soon our clothes were all over the room and we were both naked. His cock was even bigger than it had looked in the pictures and soon it was in my mouth. He groaned as I licked his balls and then took his cock into my mouth again. I sucked him for a while longer and then I motioned to him to turn round. You never know whether a straight or bi guy is going to be comfortable having his arse licked, but to my delight he turned round and knelt on the bed, presenting his arse to me. He had a lovely, hairy arse and I wasted no time in pulling his cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right up his equally hairy hole. I rimmed him for a while and then he said he needed to fuck me. As we had previously agreed, he pushed his big thick cock right up me without a condom and then he began to fuck me. I hadn't taken a cock up my arse for more than six months and he was pretty big so it hurt a little at first, but soon I was enjoying every miinute of the fuck and I could tell that he was too. I can honestly say it was one of the best fucks I had experienced in a long time. After a while he asked me to move onto my back and soon my legs were in the air as Colin fucked me and he leaned forward and kissed me really hard as he fucked me. I think he was probably the hairiest guy I had ever been with and I really enjoyed the sensation of being kissed by him. I think also the fact that he was so into it made me enjoy the pounding he was giving me even more and after a while his breathing got heavier and he told me he was going to cum. I told him to go for it and a short time later he was pumping his load right up my arse. When he had finished and pulled out of me, he laid back on the bed, out of breath. Then he pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I felt his hand on my cock and he began to wank me. "Do you fuck?" he asked "Yes!" I said and he grinned at me. "Go for it!" he said and he knelt up on the bed again. I coudl hardly believe I was going to get to fuck his fit bi guy but he was obviously no stranger to getting fucked. My cock slid up him easily and soon I was fucking his arse as he gave little groans of satisfaction. I started fucking him a bit harder and he groaned again. I was getting close now and I think he sensed it because he suddenly saiid "Are you going to breed me?" "Yes!" I moaned and he said "Oh fuck!" as I began to pump my load up his arse. It was all very horny! When I pulled out his arse, he said he had better get back and started getting dressed. As he bent over to pull his pants up, I got a great view of his arsehole, clearly loaded with cum. I always find it a real turn on to squirt a load up the arse of a guy that is going home to his girlfriend. A few weeks later I was messaged by a guy who had no face picture on his profile. I had not seen him on there before but his location said he was quite nearby. He said he had to be discreet but wanted to know if I was up for meeting up. He said he could send me some pictures but not a face pic. I guessed he was married and had been stuck at home for months. I sent him some pictures and he sent one of his cock and a back view of him with pants pulled down, showing off a really fit arse. I said I was up for meeting and he said he wasn't comfortable coming to my place but could meet me in some woods nearby. He told me he really needed to get fucked. I messaged "Can I fuck you bb?" and he messaged back to ask what "bb" meant. I said it means can I fuck you without a condom and he came back and said "Oh, yes that's alright" A little later I was making my way through the woods to the spot he had described. It was really well hidden and when I got there he was already there. He was really fit, dark haired, just a bit chubby with an arse that really filled out his jeans. He nodded at me and immediately reached out to stroke my cock through my trousers. I told him my name and he said his was Sean. He didn't show any signs of wanting to kiss me, but he reached out and unbuttoned my trousers, pulling them down to my knees along with my pants. He wanked me for a little while and then bent forward and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then asked me if I was ready to fuck him. I nodded and he pulled his pants and trousers down and leaned against a tree, passing me some lube. He had a really fit arse and fingered the lube into his hole and then positioned myself behind him. I pushed my cock into his arse and he gave a contented moan as I pushed right up him and began to fuck him. He was tight, but not as tight as I thought he might be and I fucked him slowly at first and then began to fuck him harder. He took it easily and began to wank himself as I fucked him harder. After a while I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard, shooting what felt like a massive load right up him. When I pulled out he turned round, wanked himself a few times and then shot his load out in front of him. "Cheers, mate," he said "I needed that." A couple of days later I was driving home and I saw him walking up the road ahead of me with a woman and two children. I was not at all surprised and when he messaged me again a couple of weeks later we met in the woods and I enjoyed dumping another load up his married arse. About a year later we were in lockdown again and I had another very horny experience with a straight guy. I first met Gordon in the late 90s when he was just 21 at a family wedding at a hotel just outside Glasgow. He and his wife were at the same table as me and I got on well with both of them. I was surprised to learn that they already had two children. I had mentioned that I was gay in the course of the conversation and it was later in the evening when Gordon bought me a drink and casually mentioned that he had been sucked off by a few guys and had really enjoyed it. A short time later we were taking a walk in the grounds of the hotel and when we found a quiet spot, Gordon got his cock out and I went down on him. He was quite a small, stocky guy, but he had quite a big cock and I enjoyed every minute of sucking him until he came in my mouth. He bought me another drink and them headed back indoors and a little later I saw him dancing with his wife. I met up wth Gordon a few times after that over the next ten years - usually in a lay by just outside Glasgow. The first few times I just sucked him off but one time he started reaching down to feel my arse and after a while his hand was down my pants and he was fingering my arsehole. "Do you take it up the arse?" he whispered as I continued sucking him. In reply, I got up, pulled my pants and trousers right down and bent over. He spat on my arse a couple of time and then pushed the head of his cock against my hole. "I don't like using condoms," he said. "Are you ok with that?" I nodded and he pushed right up me and began to fuck me unitl he came heavily in my arse. We met up a few times over the next few years when I was in Scotland and I would suck his cock and then bend over for him to fuck me against a tree. He never reciprocated and would not let me touch or lick his arsehole - he considered himself to be a totally straight guy that liked to do it with other guys occasionally -but I really enjoyed being fucked by him and he was defnitely one of the fittest straight lads I had been fucked by. Eventually we lost touch and it was during lockdown that someone mentioned the same lay by to me and told me it was still very active, especially early in the evening with people driving home from work. I decided to check it out one evening and had a good time - going home with two loads up my arse. It was the third time I visited the lay by, one Friday evening after work, that I encountered Gordon again. There was quite a lot of action that night and I sucked a couple of guys, taking two loads in my mouth. I wandered deeper into the woods and saw a couple of guys up ahead with their pants down and I recognised Gordon straight away. I had not seen him for a long time but I had heard from a family member that he was now divorced and had another, younger child with his new partner. I guessed he must be in his mid 40s by now and couldn't help noticing that, though he had put a little bit of weight on, he was still incredibly fit. He was with a much younger dark haired guy, who was down sucking Gordon's cock, and I couldn't resist watching from a discreet distance as the guy sucked Gordon's cock. After a while, the guy stood up and to my surprise, they changed places and Gordon got down and took the dark haired guy's cock into his mouth. I was really turned on by the sight of Gordon sucking cock but things got even hornier when Gordon stood up and said something to the other guy, who nodded. To my surprise, Gordon bent forward against the tree and the other guy got down behind him and pulled his arse cheeks apart and began to lick his hole. I had my cock out now as the guy stood up and pushed his cock against Gordon's arsehole. He pushed right up Gordon's arse and then began to fuck him. I can honestly say I never thought in a million years that I would see Gordon taking cock up his arse and I enjoyed every minute of watching him getting fucked. The guy fucking Gordon had seen me now, but didn't seem bothered as he began to fuck Gordon harder. A short time later he came up Gordon's arse and then he pulled out, stuffed his cock back into his pants and disappeard. Gordon stayed where he was for a moment and then he straightened up and turned round, pulling his pants and trousers up at the same time.. I moved forward and he stared at me. I knew he had recognised me and wondered how he would react. He stood still for a moment and then, without saying a word, he turned round, pulled his pants down and bent forward against the tree. I have rarely been as turned on as I was when I pushed my cock up Gordon's arse and fucked him bareback against the tree. I enjoyed every second of it and I was fairly sure that Gordon was enjoying it too. I fucked him for a while longer and then shot what felt like a massive load of cum up his already loaded arse. When I had finished I pulled out and we both pulled up our pants and trousers. Gordon grinned at me and then disappeared back towards the road. Somehow the fact that we had fucked without saying a word added to the turn on. I watched as Gordon reached the layby and climbed into his van - another married straight guy going home to his family with a cum filled arse!

Thanks, jamobile. I worked with Max Sohl (Treasure Island's NYC producer) between 2004 and 2010 and appear in 6 DVD's. Doing porn was on my bucket list for years, and I enjoyed every one of the scenes. I now live in northern California, enjoy loads of sex, including Horse Markets in SF, Customer Appreciation Days at Mr. S Leather in SF, and lots of private sex parties. I'm polyamorous and have a husband as well as one serious partner. And I still am a total top, and I love breeding!

Part 6: The guests started to arrive, the usual suspects and one extra. A friend of Chad's who was invited at Chad's request. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when George walked in the door. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. I saw him and in my surprise, nervousness, I coughed. Nate noticed immediately and asked if I was ok. I couldn't say "I wasn't expecting to see the guy who shot two loads in my ass just a few days ago" so instead I just said "I'm fine, I just tried to drink and breath at the same time". I hoped that Chad had told him to be discreet. I didn't need to be outed as a bareback cheater during one of Nate's parties. I'm sure that revelation wouldn't go down well. On the other hand, I was horny from the pre-party fuck and thought how I would like to go down on George, but maybe another time. No. That was a terrible thing to think. It's bad enough that I visit beats on the spur of the moment, but actually planning on hooking up and organizing something was a step too far. I tried to think about Nate's cock instead, and told myself that he'd be fucking me later that evening, and I tried to convince myself that I'd enjoy it, even if Nate's cock would be wrapped in latex. About halfway through the evening, I found myself alone in the kitchen preparing cocktails for a few people when I felt a pair of hands grip my butt. I turned my head and saw George standing behind me. He leant forward and whispered in my ear "I want to fuck you again" and as if to punctuate his comment, he ground his groin into my butt and I could feel his bulge even through the layers of material separating us. In my slightly drunk and horny state, I just groaned, but then a bit of reality popped into my head and I said "I shouldn't. I've got a boyfriend". George kept rubbing his crotch against me and said "I know. I also know you want my dick again. I saw it in your eyes when I arrived. I also know that there's a load of Chad's cum inside you now and I'm pretty sure your boyfriend's name is Nate". And with that, he grabbed the completed cocktails and carried them away, leaving me alone with the task of finishing the others, and willing my dick to go soft, and cursing myself for wearing tight pants. I wanted George's thick bare dick inside me. No. I couldn't. Not at home. I told myself that I wanted Nate's condom-covered dick inside me instead. I finished making the cocktails and handed them out to the guys who had missed out on the previous delivery. George was talking to a couple who Nate had previously told me were open and hooked up with other guys. Nate told me how he didn't approve, and knew that they wouldn't last. I had handed out the last one, so I got dragged into their conversation. They were talking to George about their favorite beats and hook up locations. George told them about his favorites. Including the dingy toilet where he'd fucked me. One of the couple said that they always used condoms when hooking up with others (although the other one kind of looked away at that point, so I wondered if both of them really used condoms or if his partner only thought that was the rule). George said that he carried condoms with him but hadn't used one in years because he prefers not to and no one's asked him to use one. He also said that he's probably fucked at least 20 different guys in the last month, so his dick has been inside a lot of tight spaces. They looked at me and asked me if Nate and I were still monogamous and I just said "Yeah, we haven't opened up our relationship". I don't know why, and it might have been the alcohol, but I also said that Nate and I still used condoms every time we fucked because it was safer. George said "each to their own, but bare feels so much better. I love emptying my balls deep inside" As the party started to wind down, and people started to leave, Chad and George came up to where I was in conversation with Nate and another of his friends. Chad, in front of Nate, asked me if I could show George how to get to the train station because I knew the way and it would save George having to get an Uber home. Nate agreed that it would be a kind thing to do, so George said his goodbyes to everyone still there, and we started walking towards the station. As soon as we got to the street, George told me that he was going to fuck me on the way. He'd already scoped it out and knew that there was a dark park near the station. George: "It'll be dark enough there to fuck, so the location is perfect" Me: "Nate will be waiting for me. He'll suspect something if I'm late returning" George: "No he won't, just say you waited with me until a train arrived" Me: "It's too risky. What if we get caught?" George: "Risky is hot." We walked in silence for a couple of minutes. The park was about 5 more minutes ahead of us. I was thinking about his cock and how good it felt, but also how wrong it would be to take another load from him tonight. George: "Are you going to let me fuck you?" Me: "Yes" George: "I have a condom in my pocket. Do you want me to use it?" Me: "No. I need to feel you inside me" George: "Good. I'm going to cum inside you" We were at the park. I knew it was wrong, but I was drunk and horny, and George and his cock were next to me. I needed this. We walked into the park. I looked around and realized that it was in fact a good park to fuck in. Enough trees and to make secluded, dark spaces. George whipped his dick out, it was already mostly hard. I bent over and sucked it, savoring the taste of his precum and the feeling of my tongue on his mushroom head, my hands kneading his balls and stroking his shaft. I loved this cock. I could have worshipped it for hours, but George pulled me up and reminded me that we didn't have much time and he'd promised to dump his load in my ass. I pulled my pants down, bent over and leant on a park bench. George spat on my hole, massaged it with his cockhead, and then pushed. I relaxed and he entered me fully in one smooth motion. I groaned loudly. Fuck this felt good. George chuckled and said "last time I fucked you, you asked me to be quiet, and this time you're groaning loudly enough for Nate to hear you". I just said "shut up and fuck me". George replied with (and definitely not in a whisper) "Oh I'll fuck you alright, but I won't shut up". And he didn't. He didn't exactly yell this time, but I'm sure his voice would have carried enough for some of the neighbors around the park to hear. If they'd been home and awake, they might have heard someone say "fucking take my cock. No condoms required for your ass. I'm going to fill you up with so much cum. It'll leak out as you're walking back to your boyfriend's place" I was in heaven. His cock was hitting all the right places. I wanted to cum but I forced myself to hold off because I knew I'd probably need to cum later. Nate normally fucked me after a party, for some reason it makes him horny, and I needed to be horny enough to cum for him. George yelled "Fuck yeah, take my load you bareback slut" and I felt his meat throb inside my, pulsing many times, and filling me with his hot cream. George pulled out, we both fixed up our clothes, and finished walking to the station. I waited with him on the platform for a couple of minutes until a train arrived. He told me that I was a naughty, dirty cum slut, and he would be using me again. I left the platform and walked back to the party. As I expected, Nate asked what took so long, so I explained that I waited on the platform with George until the train arrived. Nate said "Thanks for taking care of him". If only he knew. Everyone else left, and only Chad, Nate, and I remained. Chad had arranged with Nate earlier to take the spare room so that he didn't have to drive home. Nate looked at me and told me that it was time to go to bed. I could tell from his tone and expression that he meant that it was time for him to fuck me. I think Chad knew too, as he said he'd head to bed as well, and asked us to keep it down because if he were too loud he'd have to give himself a handjob. Lol. Nate being too loud was never a risk. We got into the bedroom, stripped off, and Nate immediately went to the bedside table to grab a condom. I became very aware that I had natural lube in and around my hole, and I definitely didn't need that to be noticed, so I asked Nate to pass me the lube, and I made a show of lubing myself up to disguise my previous indiscretions. Nate, completely naked except for a raincoat on his dick, lay down on his back and told me to climb aboard. I got up on the bed, one leg either side of him, and lowered myself down until he was completely inside me, with us only separated by an annoying barrier of latex. It had been a while since we last fucked, but I assumed that Nate still wanked in the shower most mornings, yet he seemed extra horny tonight and didn't last very long. I didn't mind because it honestly hurts being fucked with a condom, so I was relieved when he finally filled it with his load. My ass was sore after Chad's earlier fuck and George's detour on the way to the train station. Nate went soft, so I climbed off, and he went to the bathroom to dispose of the cum-filled condom, checking the hall first to make sure that Chad was safely behind a bedroom door and not about to witness Nate's naked walk across the hall. He returned, got into bed, and fell asleep quickly. I have always been jealous of Nate's ability to fall asleep easily, a talent which seems to be stronger when he's drunk, just cum, or both. I was laying in bed, still horny because I hadn't released my load, listening to Nate's mild snoring and deep sleep noises. I needed to get off too, but I didn't want to just wank. I remembered that Chad was just down the hall. Maybe he'd still be awake, and if so, should I risk it? I was very horny and still drunk, so my brain probably wasn't focusing on logic and correct behavior. Nate was usually a very deep sleeper though, so I didn't think he'd wake up. I've certainly jerked off in bed next to him before, shaking the whole bed, and that didn't manage to wake him up. I really shouldn't get out of bed and offer myself to Chad...

Part 5: A few days after Chad and his friend George filled me with cum, my boyfriend decided to host a party. He organized everything, the food, the booze, the guest list. I had the easy task of helping clean and just being present for the event. Of course, Nate being in charge of the guest list meant that he invited his friends, and that meant that Chad would definitely be invited. Chad arrived early, being Nate's closest friend, to help us set up for the party. The two of them were talking about party supplies and decided that we probably needed another case of beer, so Chad said he'd help me continue setting up while Nate drove off to get the beer. Nate wasn't even out of the driveway when Chad pulled his cock out and told me he was going to fuck me, and we had to be quick. He wanted me to have his cum in my ass for the party. I didn't think Chad would take no for an answer, and considering he had a nice cock and he fucked bareback, I don't think I would have been capable of saying no to him anyway. This was another step for me. I know my effort at being monogamous wasn't exactly the best, but up until now, I'd never fooled around with anyone in the home that I shared with my boyfriend. I guess there's a first for everything. I knew we didn't have much time. Nate would be gone for at least half an hour, but we needed to have the party set up and ready by the time he got back, so I bent over and took Chad's cock into my mouth. This was the first time I'd ever sucked it, previously he'd only fucked me. I liked sucking him and told him that I wanted to spend more time with him in my mouth, but today was about time and I was just getting it wet and slick for my backdoor. Chad said not to worry, he'd definitely make sure I tasted his dick again. And with that, he pushed in and started to pound me. No time for a slow fuck, this was a quick effort to give me some cum. 5 minutes of hard pounding, and he was breathing heavily and showing the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm. I clenched my hole in time with his thrusts, trying to encourage his pork sword to spit out its load. I think Chad definitely appreciated my efforts because his breathing got louder and he yelled "fuck yeah, keep that up, I'm going to cum" and with a final group of thrusts, he bred me and filled me up with his load. Chad: "Okay, now, as I pull my cock out, clench your hole tight so that none of my babies leak out. I want you to keep my load in for as long as possible" I followed his instructions and I think I was mostly successful, but I also think he shot a monster load so it was probably inevitable that some would escape. A quick clean up, then back to setting up the party, and we had just a couple of minutes spare before Nate returned with the beer. Chad made me nurse his cock in my mouth until Nate was almost at the door. I was scared at how close Chad was cutting it, but I'd be lying if I said the risk didn't turn me on. I think it was about then that I realized that I'd never say no to Chad, and I guess with the implied threat of him outing me as a cheater to Nate, I couldn't say no anyway. I think the difference now was that even ignoring the blackmail threat, I didn't want to say no to Chad. One predicament I found myself in was that with the quick fuck and then the gentle blow job, I hadn't managed to cum but I'd been so turned on, so I was horny and antsy by the time the other guests started to arrive.

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.

Part 9 I can’t believe that out of all the hot poz guys here, Chad is the one, who was chosen to fuck me. After we arrived at the resort, which was fully booked by our group, we had to take a test to determine our status. Sadly, I am still neg, even after weeks of fucking poz guys in all varieties, but I wasn’t the only one. There were four other men, who were neg, but shared the desire to be pozzed. Michael, a French bodybuilder in his late 40s and self-described power bottom has been to this tour for three years but never managed to get the bug. His husband Alexander has been poz for over a decade now, but Michael just seems to be immune, the poor guy. Then there was Benji, a mid-20 something Latino man, who has been chasing for over a year. His best friend is a freshly pozzed guy named Sam, who got the bug on this tour last year. Lastly, there was Liam, the ‘sugar daddy’ of Chad, but that description is ridiculous as he is younger than me, just turned 30. Those three and I were the neg guys, who needed to be introduced to the poz way, and apparently, that meant being fucked by the youngest poz guy around. Of course, Chad, being the youngest of the group chose me without hesitation. As I wanted to protest Mark whispered to me to stay calm as I was not allowed to refuse him. So, after the other youngsters have chosen their neg holes, all of them needed to go to a room accompanied by at least two other men of the group. In the end I found myself in the cabin of Chad with Mark and Fred, another mid-30-something Latino and apparently friend of Chad, watching us. Chad ordered me to strip for him, and I did as I was told, but focused my gaze mostly on Mark, who encouraged me to keep going by taking his cock out and stroking it. Fred took a phone out of his pocket and started recording or taking photos, I don’t mind being filmed, so this didn’t bother me at all. After a few minutes only my cock was still covered by small silver thong – originally a surprise for Mark – Chad pulled my down on his lap, his cock hard through his pants. He switched our positions, sat me on the chair and started to strip for me now. He started with his pants, which confused me, but as he finally took of his T-Shirt, I knew why he kept it for last: a new vibrant biohazard tattoo marking his stomach. I am so mesmerised by the tattoo, that it takes me a moment to realise Chad is positioning his cock at my mouth. My mind comes back to reality, but the tattoo has driven all hesitations away and with a primal urge I push myself against his cock and take all of it in my mouth, precum hitting my tongue. Chad’s cock really is lovely, it is big and girthy without being threatening, I have to admit, this cock could fuck me all day in and out. While I suck Chad off, I lose all feeling for time and space, being yanked to the bed and suddenly penetrated by this hot poz cock. Chad changes our positions forcefully and a little clumsy, but he finally finds a good rhythm, when I am on all fours and he is thrusting relentlessly inside me. Mark is now watching us with lust and envy, while Fred keeps pointing his phone at us. ‘Smile, you little neg bitch, this is the moment you get converted, enjoy it’ Fred yells. Even as I despise him instinctively a smile shows on my face, a smile I see in the mirror on the opposite wall full of lust, hunger and ecstasy. The words of Fred turn Chad on, and his cock starts to flex inside me. With a loud, guttural moan he shoots his toxic poz load inside me, collapsing on top of me. ‘That was great Thomas… I hope my seed is the one converting you.’ The he gets closer to my ear, whispering ‘you would be carrying a fabulous strain as your little brother is fucking my gift giver at the moment’ I was too exhausted to register all the words, but Mark heard them and looked bewildered. ‘Tony? Do you mean Tony pozzed you?’ Mark asked perplexed. ‘Yes, exactly, he was the only guy I was hooking up with the last months, despite Luke of course, so I guess if this knock up worked, we will become quite the poz family.’ Now I am lying in my bed, Mark beside me and we both are talking about Chad, Tony and Luke. But our discussion is interrupted by a phone call from Luke. ‘Hey, little brother, what’s up?’ ‘I got a picture from Chad a few minutes ago, how was that dick the second time?’ I am unsure if he is angry or teasing, so I decide to pretend all is good. ‘You know, Chad really is a great fuck, but I would have loved to be poz-fucked by someone else today. Are you angry?’ ‘Angry? No, don’t worry about it. It’s sex, Tony and I talked about it, he fucked him too a few months ago, apparently, he might have given him the bug.’ ‘Yeah, Chad told me. I am still neg, so if I convert because of this fuck, Tony would be my gift giver too.’ ‘Well, that would be crazy. Maybe we both will be brothers carrying the same strain of HIV, wow that would be hot.’ ‘Luke, that would be great, but at the moment I am not even sure, when it finally will happen for me. I have been fucking poz guys for weeks now and nothing.’ ‘Hey, don’t be a downer, remember, you gave me the article about bug chasing and what was one of the main key points?... it can take months or years to get the gift.’ ‘You’re right little brother, but how is it on your end? Are you okay with being off PrEP?’ ‘It is wild, I am horny all the time, today I took a couple of anon poz loads at the beach and it felt so exhilarating, so right. This is the right path for me; I am a full-blown bug chaser now.’ ‘That’s great to hear. I feel it too, you just become more alive, more yourself.’ ‘Exactly, now we just have to see, who will be poz first of the two of us.’ ‘Well, may the best slut win’ Luke laughs and then we end the call, I turn to Mark, who has fallen asleep. I turn of the light, snuggling myself into a hug with him, while the cum of Chad slowly starts to drop out of my hole.

Part 8 I smile at the picture of Mark sleeping on Thomas’ shoulder, before I put the phone back into my pocket. They are heading to a poz sex tour, whatever that is, but for me it is going to be another kind of poz adventure today. Tony is driving us to a private gay beach, his gift giver Alan has recommended. I haven’t met Alan yet, but he sounds like a fun guy. The drive takes over an hour, but Tony and I enjoy the scenery around us. Finally, we arrive in front of an iron gate, which opens as soon as we drive into view of the camera. Tony had to register his number plate beforehand. As we park the car a naked older man comes to us and greets us with a big bear hug. ‘Welcome to Paradize, My name is Beau, Alan told me to hold an eye out for you two.’ ‘Hey’ Tony and I say a little nervous. I look around and see a sign on the wall. Three simple rules: No clothes no condoms no negativity ‘Oh, yes, our rules. I think they are easy to follow, condoms only produce litter, why would anyone want those at the beach. For the clothes, there are changing rooms over there as well as lockers, but of course you could also change here at the car park and put everything in your car. For the negativity part, I guess Alan told you, that this is a private beach for poz men and their friends.’ ‘Ah, not really, he just said, we would have fun’ Tony answers for us both ‘Oh, put one of you is poz, right?’ ‘Yeah, that would be me, Tony … nice to meet you’ ‘You too’ Beau says ‘so, that would mean you are Luke and you are neg at the moment.’ ‘That’s right’ I say, ‘is this a problem?’ ‘Not at all, but you just have to wear this wristband. It shows to the others that you are neg, some of our visitors only want to have sex with other poz men, so they probably won’t come to you. But others are quite horny to get some neg cock and ass, that’s why I think you will be popular today.’ ‘Oh, that sound like great fun’ ‘It is you two, now get out of those clothes and head to the beach, and a day full of sun, water, sex and pozzibilities. Have fun.’ While we walk naked to the beach, I look at the blue wristband, which makes me feel a little nervous, but Tony takes my hand, and I start to relax. I have been off PrEP now for ten days, even though, I only managed to tell my brother yesterday. But I needed to be sure first, and taking Tony’s poz cock every day for the last week just felt right. The beach is beautiful, we look for a perfect spot to relax, but there are already a lot of naked men, lying around. We decide to put our towels in the middle of the hustle, as we are both slowly getting hard. While we make ourselves comfortable, a man steps behind me, his shadow falling over me. He started to put his hand on my lower back, but I turned around rather quickly, and now his hand lies above my cock. I feel his strong and rough hands on my skin, before I manage to look him into his hazel eyes. He looks hot, my cock betraying me as it becomes rock-hard immediately, but his body is just perfection. Not the gym kind of muscle guy, but muscles because of hard work. The roughness of his hands, the lines in his face, the strength in his shoulders. This is a man of purpose, a man of power. He probably is around 40, twice my age, but I fancy him, a lot. Without uttering a single word, he takes my hand and guides me to his towel, which shows a big biohazard symbol. I sit myself down, but he positions me on my back. He pulls my legs apart and lets his body fall slowly down on me. When we are face to face, his eyes wander over my face, before he changes his position slightly, his cock now on my hole. No words have been spoken so far, when I finally want to say something, his mouth meets mine. It is his tongue that penetrates me first, reaching deep into my mouth. My hands slide over his back until they have reached his butt, I signal him with a lustful pull, that he can fuck me now. He didn’t need the encouragement; with slow and considerate pushes he puts pressure on my hole. Suddenly, my body opens up for him, and the tip of his cock enters my ass. But as soon as I am open, he lets all the gentleness go. After the tip he slams his dry cock inside me, his balls hitting my ass, while pain and pleasure run through my body. With increased speed and force he fucks me rough, pushing his cock deeper. As he changes positions again, now holding my legs in his hands, while he focusses on his cock entering me relentlessly, I realise that I am getting fucked in the middle of a beach. I turn my head slightly to the left and see a few men masturbate, while on the right a lot of them just keep going on with their conversations. Sadly, I cannot see Tony, as our spot is over my head. This moment of clarity also brings to me the realisation, that this man is poz, as he is not wearing a blue wristband. So, this man is the first poz cock after Tony, that fucks me since I’m off PrEP, he might be the one to convert me or give the gift, and I have no idea who he is. Another change in position brings me back to the fuck. The man has now put one of my legs over his should, while he pushes the other to the side. My hole is more exposed than before, and his cock slide in more deeply. He increases his thrust again, and starts to lean forward, bringing his body and my leg towards my chest. With a primal look his eyes focus on my face and he kisses me again, my leg pressed between our bodies. I feel his cock twitching, understanding that this poz man will shoot his toxic load inside me. Again, he increases his thrusting and with a final push he comes deep inside me, his warm toxic cum buried deep. He pulls out immediately and offers me his cock for cleaning. I sit myself up, taking his beautiful cock into my mouth licking the mixture of poz cum, ass juice and sweat. As I finally let his cock leave my mouth I notice a small scorpion tattoo on his hip, buried under his pubic hair. He kisses me a final time, and then he lays down on his towel, apparently done with me. I get up and want to walk back to Tony, but my towel and Tony are occupied as he is getting fucked by a massive bodybuilder. A little unsure what to do, with the cum of the last fuck still inside me, I turn around to the men, who masturbated while I was getting fucked. My instinct was right, they waved me to come to them, so I did. In less than a minute I have my second cock of the day in my ass and another in my mouth. Apparently, the man, who has his cock up my ass is Aaron, a big beefy bear, probably in his early 30s. He is incredibly hairy, especially his back, with a huge cock and a shining biohazard tattoo on his hip. In my mouth I have his husband, Darren, a skinny, smooth twink my age. After the silent fuck of the man before, Aaron startles me as he starts to dirty talk, but I get into the rhythm rather quickly. ‘Well, you little bug chaser slut, let me knock you up. My husband has already gotten the gift from me, so you will receive it too. I’m quite the twink converter.’ ‘Yes, Aaron, give it to me. Fuck me. Shoot you toxic poz load inside me.’ ‘Come on hubby, knock him up, this little slut works hard for your poz cum, so give it to him’ The talk turns us three into wild animals, despite rough almost violent thrusting inside my holes, they also scratch and bite my back, shoulders and ass. Darren, takes his cock out of my mouth to position himself below me, now sucking me off, I bend further down, retaking his cock in my mouth. It only takes us two a few minutes to shoot our loads while 69ing. His cum tastes very sweet, I make sure to swallow every little drop of it. He also takes all my cum into his mouth, but he doesn’t swallow. He comes to my face and gives me a deep kiss, making sure I swallow almost all of my own cum, which is a little bitter, but still fucking tasty. Aaron is still fucking me, while we two snowball each other, but I feel his cock twitching inside me, getting ready to take another poz load today. He takes me by the arms and pulls my back towards his hairy chest, when he positioned me as he wanted, his arms wrapped around my body to hold me in place. I can feel all the eyes of the men on the beach on me as Aaron increases his thrusting. With a final push against my ass, his load of toxic cum is shot into my ass. It takes him almost eleven shoots to empty his balls completely inside me. During that time he bit me in my shoulder again, this time leaving stronger marks. I fall back on all fours, getting an encouraging slap on the ass from Aaron. ‘That was great, we should do this again, we are here the whole day’ I make my way back to my towel, which is now free. Tony lying happily on his own. As I sit myself down, I feel something sticky on my ass, apparently the guys who fucked Tony left a souvenir for me on my towel. So, the slut I am I lick it clean as no load can go to waste. Tony laughs and then gives me a deep kiss. Within minutes we two are fucking each other, enjoying the feeling of being watched. We stay at the beach until late afternoon and leave with a lot more loads inside us, a second and third from Aaron and Darren. My hole is wracked, and all the cum is dripping out freely while I walk back to the car. I hand in my blue wristband, hoping that the next time I won’t need it any more. While we are on the way back home, my phone rings. I have gotten two new messages, one from Mark and one from Chad, which is weird as Chad and I haven’t spoken for two weeks now. The one from Mark reads: Hi Luke, just to let you know we have landed safely. We will talk to you tomorrow, apparently Thomas has to be initiated as he is one of only four neg men here. Hope you had fun at the beach. The other is from Chad: Hi, Lukey, guess who is on the same poz sex tour as your one and only former fuckbuddy. Right, you 'straight' brother and he lost initiation today, but see for yourself. I reluctantly open a picture he has send me, and on it I see Chad, now with a fresh biohazard tattoo around his belly button, fucking my smiling brother.

Part 7 We are at the airport waiting for our flight in the airline’s private lounge. When we land, we will meet up with 20 other guys, who are joining us on this poz sex tour. It will be strange to meet Chad there and know that he is officially a poz man now, but I will cross that bridge, when we arrive. Mark is resting his head on my shoulder, while I try to read. Despite all my efforts, I keep looking at one of the airline crew members. I know him from somewhere, but I cannot place him. His pants seem to be somewhat to small for him as his bulge is massive, or he put a sock in there. But I wouldn’t know why, he looks sexy as hell, slim tight frame, with muscles showing and a surprising strong back and shoulder. He has the V-shape perfected. But I take my eyes of him, needing to occupy myself with something else as my cock is already hard pressing against my leather pants and there won’t be any release for the next few hours. So, I put my book aside, take my phone out of my pocket, carefully trying not to wake Mark. I angle the phone over our heads and click, a nice little photo of Mark drooling on my shoulder. He stirs a little but remains sleeping. As I wanted to put my phone back, I receive a message from Luke. He and Tony are currently studying for their final exams but apparently skipped learning for a nice day at the beach. I send the photo of Mark on my shoulder and receive a bunch of laughing emojis. Suddenly, the man I cannot place stays in front of me. ‘Hello Thomas, can I bring you anything, tea, coffee or champagne?’ Mark stirs again and finally wakes up. ‘Oh, sorry Mark, I didn’t want to wake you’ ‘It’s alright Frank’ a sleepy Mark says ‘when I hear the word champagne, I wake up immediately’ ‘You never change… so, two champagnes for you two?’ ‘Yes’ I say ‘thank you very much’ As the crew member leaves, I ask Mark who that man is. ‘Oh, that’s Frank, Graham’s husband, you remember the professor’ ‘Ah, alright, but have I met him before? I know his face, but can’t remember ever meeting him’ ‘You haven’t, but you might have seen him in a few pictures around the shop as he used to help at the beginning. He is a really lovely man, and he fancies you.’ ‘What gives you that idea?’ ‘When I met up with him and Graham a few days ago, talking about everything, your name came up and I showed him a picture of you… don’t worry a decent one, your nudes and more are save with me. Even though, I think the picture of your backside while you're riding my cock, heaven:’ ‘Get to the point Mark’ I say teasingly. ‘He saw your picture and was immediately smitten. Graham then said you were a great fuck, and Frank just was all lost in fantasy.’ ‘But why didn’t he just join one of the group nights and he could have fucked me already?’ ‘He doesn’t like them, and truth be told a lot of the guys just cannot take him. I tried it once, but that cock is just too big.’ ‘Really? Well now I’m hard and intrigued.’ ‘Why not go for it, there are private rooms here for a quick nap, so why not use it differently. Opposite to me, you are a fucking power bottom …’ And those three words stopped Frank as he approached us with our champagne glasses. He looked at us puzzled but then went back to his professional attitude putting the glasses on the table. I on the other hand, had lost all pretence and ask Frank directly. ‘Frank, could you show me the private spaces for a quick nap please?’ ‘Eh, of course, Thomas please follow me.’ A look at his bulge tells me that his cock has registered what is about to happen. He guides me to one of the rooms, puts in a PIN code and let me step inside first. Then I hear the door closing, thinking for a moment he left me alone, but as I turn around, he is standing there. Hunger in his eyes. I step forward and without a word we both are entangled in a deep, longing kiss. His hands wander immediately to my ass, while I start to stroke his cock through his pants. This cock is something else, my mind isn’t really comprehending, but it feels almost like 10 inches, which would be just ridiculous. We are not in porn. But as he pulls me closer to his body, and my hand is now resting on his lower back, I decide to just go for it. I start to loosen his tie, then unbutton his shirt and the muscled torso with the right amount of hair to accentuate every muscle, drives me wild. ‘Cold we film it?’ I hear myself saying, not knowing why, but I want to keep this memory. ‘Of course, keep going’ While I keep undressing him, now working on his belt. He takes his phone from his pocket, puts it on a little shelf besides the door and presses the recording button. The belt is now gone, only leaving the final reveal of his cock. I start with the button of the pants, and as it snaps open I push my face into his crotch, breathing in the manly smell of his pubes, which tease a hairy frame around his mysterious cock. Then I take his zipper between my teeth and slowly pull down. To my fortunate surprise, Frank went commando today, so his cock springs at me immediately, hitting me on my right cheek. Now I know why Mark hasn’t manage this one, Frank’s cock is like an upper size dildo, almost 10 inches long and at least 8 inches in girth. As I take a closer look I see a scorpion tattoo on the length of his dick, the letter P O Z on the back of the scorpion. ‘Wow, what a beautiful and impressive cock’ I say in awe. ‘But can you take it?’ Frank says teasingly ‘only a few have managed it so far’ ‘Oh, don’t you worry, this poz cock will be taken, even if it splits me apart’ ‘Well then, let’s get to it.’ Before I had a chance to take the cock in my mouth, Frank pulls me up and undresses me with force. My shirt and pants flying through the small room, he pushes me onto the small bed, luckily the walls frame the bed completely. He kisses me again, his tongue entering my mouth deeply. Then he crawls over my head and put his cock right to my mouth. I start to lick the tip but have difficulties getting the whole cock inside my mouth. He starts to thrust, which already let him develop some precum, the taste of masculinity hitting my tongue immediately. This encourages me, finally managing to get the whole girth of his cock inside my mouth, even if it only has been a few inches. He pulls out of my mouth and gives me another deep kiss, before he opens a hidden compartment in the wall, revealing a collection of lubes. ‘Well, I guess in this room there is little sleeping going on’ ‘Oh, that’s right this room is prepared for us crew members to fuck. Don’t think this is rare, it almost happens daily.’ ‘Great, take this one’ I point to a fisting lube, getting into it lately, even though no hand has yet, penetrated me. ‘but now give me you poz cock and toxic load.’ ‘Oh, I will and if you haven’t been pozzed already, this will do it, my viral load at the moment is over a fucking million.’ ‘Fuck, yeah. Give it to me, poz me up now.’ We stop talking, as he begins to lube up my hole, with a few fingers already entering me in preparation. Then he puts it on his cock too and pressing my legs over my head to expose my hole fully. He positions the head of his cock on my entrance, a first slow thrust to test my openness. We are both surprised, that my hole offers almost no resistance to the pressure. He looks at me seriously and with a stronger push his cock’s tip enters me. I moan loudly, almost a scream. He lets himself fall towards me and kisses me, while the tip is still inside me. As we kiss, he pushes further, all his muscles on his back contracting. It is an unbelievable feeling as his massive poz cock slides deeper into me. He breaks the kiss and gets back up to control the fuck. As he looks down at his cock fucking me, I enjoy the sensation of this beautiful man being inside me. He looks back at me and pushes again, his cock sliding deeper and deeper. ‘The half is done’ he says reassuringly. ‘Fuck me, stop being careful, push me to the limit’ I say full of lust. He doesn’t need to hear this twice. With a last deep look into my eyes, he pushes his whole body towards me, his cock now buried balls deep inside me. My body reacts immediately to the sensation of lust, pain and fulness. I moan in ecstasy. Frank pulls his cock almost out completely, before thrusting it back in again. I adept to his cock quickly, and my hands crab his ass to pull him closer to me. This encourages him to be rougher, which results in him fucking me so hard, that we wander on the bed and my head is hitting the wall. He takes his cock out of my hole completely, positions me on all fours and with a violent thrust starts to fuck me from behind, doggy-style, his hands now on my shoulders pulling me towards him. I feel his massive cock twitching inside me. ‘Are you ready for this toxic cum Thomas, you will be knocked up and poz for sure after this’ ‘Give it to me, fuck me, breed me, poz me.’ With those words he manages to further increase his thrusting rhythm, which is almost unbearable to take. He pulls me one final time towards him, as his cock shoots a toxic load of poz cum into me. It takes him 8 pulsations to finish his release., while I come hands free on the bed and the wall. We remain in our positions for almost a minute, without either one of us talking. It takes his cock to slip out of my hole, to bring us back into reality. ‘Wow, that was great Frank, let’s hope your seed has finally managed to make me a fellow poz brother’ ‘Oh, I’m sure of it. But now let’s get out of here, I think your flight is ready to board in a few minutes’ We put our clothes back on, Frank’s cum still deep buried inside me. He sends me the video of our fuck as we exchange numbers, because we both know, this needs to be repeated. As we step outside, Mark has again fallen asleep, this time on our luggage, the two champagne glasses empty. I wake him as the boarding of the flight will start shortly. He looks at me still sleepy but smiling. ‘You know, you are quite the screamer, when you think no one can hear you.’ ‘What…’ I look around and see the whispers of the other passengers ‘Fuck, well let’s hope none of those people is on our flight.’ ‘Good luck with that, but let’s get going or I fall asleep again.’ We make our way to the gate, taking our seats on the plane and trying to relax as Chad enters the plane greeting us as he searches his seat. ‘Well, this will be interesting. I cannot believe we are on holiday with my little brother’s ex fuckbuddy.’ I say annoyed. ‘Don’t worry about it, I hear he as sugar daddy on the tour. We might have more fun with it than you think.’ I give Mark a kiss, he already preparing to fall asleep again on my shoulder. ‘Wait, before you drool on my shoulders again, I have something to show you.’ The video Frank and I recorded has the desired effect, Mark is wide awake and horny as fuck now.

Part 6 I’m holding Mark’s hand as we enter my apartment building, I have messaged Luke beforehand and hope he had a great day, yesterday. In front of my apartment door, I give Mark a longing kiss, before opening it. Luke is sitting on the couch but gets up quickly to greet us both with a hug. I feel something is off, Luke seems a little shaken, even Mark notices. ‘Where is your bedroom, I bring your bags there’ Mark offers, giving me space to talk to Luke. ‘It’s right over there, thanks’ As Mark walks away I look at Luke and he envelopes me immediately in a tight hug. ‘I fucked up Thomas; I think I made a big mistake.’ He says with a shaking voice. ‘Come, lets sit down, tell me everything’ … and he does. I know my brother, when he is stressed, he speaks faster than usual and sometimes forgets who he’s talking to. So, after around 10 minutes I know everything about my brother’s fuck, research and alone time yesterday, possibly too much. I look at him lovingly, but I cannot do more than put my hand on his shoulder. ‘Luke, I have to admit, I’m not quite sure what to say. I always wanted to be poz, it is a desire I had since my teenage years. To be honest, I knew I would be one day, before I knew and accepted that I like men.’ ‘But I never thought about it before, never. It didn’t even cross my mind, until…’ ‘Until I brought the subject into your world’ I say with a heavy voice. We sit there in silence for a moment but get startled by a cough besides us. Mark looks at my brother and I, and somehow, I know he will have the answers. ‘Luke, would you mind if I intercept?’ Mark asks. ‘Oh, sure, go ahead, I don’t want to ruin your day. I go to my…’ ‘No. I want to talk to you Luke about what you just said, would that be alright?’ I give Luke an encouraging smile, and with a silent nod, he brings Mark into the conversation. While Luke and I are on the couch, Mark takes the chair opposite. ‘Luke?’ Mark starts to ask, ‘are you on PrEP?’ ‘Eh, yes, I am, have been since my 18th birthday.’ ‘With how many men did you have sex since then?’ Luke looks at me nervous and a little embarrassed, ‘I don’t know, maybe 40 or 50, could be more’ ‘And with how many did you use condoms?’ ‘What? I have no idea, I never bought condoms myself, so probably 2 or 3 times, if the guy wanted it. I never ask for them.’ ‘So, you have been practising bareback sex since almost four years now.’ ‘Yeah, I guess that’s right’ Luke answers confused ‘Well, I hate to break it to you, but the chances are high you already had sex with a poz man, which also means you had a poz cock up your ass and the toxic seed as well So, the fucking isn’t the problem, the problem is, it was the first time you knew about it.’ I look at my little brother and see how his mind is racing, how he tries to connect everything. I also see him relax a little, but still there are unanswered question. But then Mark looks around, finds the article, looks at me, and continues. ‘Thomas, I guess this print out of an online article is your doing, as no reasonable person would do that in this day and age, but that’s not the point right now. Luke, it seems like you spent the whole day yesterday with this topic, read about it, watched porn focussing on it, and finally had sex with a man, who is poz. You were overstimulated, between all the Pride events, the surprise about your brother and I, and this new topic in your life. Nothing you did yesterday was different to the sexual encounters you had previously. The only mistake you made yesterday is coming on this coffee table, that was unnecessary.’ And with that all three of us start to laugh, my little brother finally relaxing fully. ‘Luke, one final word. The yearning to be poz, to become a bug chaser, is a desire your brother and I had for many years. I also talked about it with my friends before I made the final decision in 2012. Now I am exactly the man I wanted to be all those years ago. Your brother is still neg as far as we know, his desire isn’t fulfilled and he is still on his journey, but he made this decision with years of thinking about it. You might be a bug chaser; you might not be. At one point you will figure it out, and then we are here to talk to you about it.’ Luke suddenly envelopes Mark in big hug, and I know that I found the best man in the world. ‘Thanks Mark, you are great. Brother, you have to keep this one.’ ‘Well, that’s the plan.’ I look at them lovingly ‘Now get off of my boyfriend and let us start the day, what do you want to do?’ We spent the whole day talking, shopping, going outside and enjoying the beautiful summer weather. Mark and Luke hit it off immediately, and everything feels like it should be. My brother and I have the night for us to have a final talk about the last days, as he is leaving tomorrow. Our relationship has grown so much over the last few days, that I will miss this little bugger. (4 weeks later) I’m getting spitroasted by two guys, but none of them is Mark. My eyes water, as one cock is hitting my throat roughly. As I try to pull away to get some air, the man behind me pushes deeper inside me, impaling me again at the cock in front of me, tasty precum leaking down my throat. We are in the middle of the forest, birds singing around us and the river flowing loudly close by. This should have been a relaxing run for me, but I met two of Mark’s friend from the poz group, and now I am getting fucked by a couple of 20 years. Mitch and Henry have been together since they were 19 years old, now almost 40, poz and beefy bears, they add their seeds to my quickly increasing toxic cum selection. ‘Open wide Thomas, we will knock you up. Take our toxic cum and join us finally, don’t be a guest, become a poz member for good’ I moan loudly, but as Mitch’s cock is still in my mouth I cannot speak. Henry shoots his load into my ass, but remains inside me, to ensure no drop is dripping out. Mitch is also reaching his climax, and as I want to pull a little back to savour his poz cum in my mouth, he grabs my head and thrust his cock deep into me, making sure that his load goes down my throat immediately. I can barely breathe as his cock blocks my throat, his cum sliding inside me and another dick still in my ass. When they finally release me from their cock, I have to breathe in deeply, my saliva running down my neck and chest. ‘Well Thomas, this was great. Now enjoy your run, we’re off’ They both slap me on the ass, and leave me there alone, exhausted and full of cum in the forest. Of course there is no way I could keep up my run, so, I walk back to Mark’s apartment being greeted by his beautiful smile and the lovely smell of coffee. ‘How was your run’? He asks innocently. ‘Well, cut short by Mitch and Henry, they fucked me right there in the forest, hard.’ Mark laughs, hands me my coffee and gives me a longing kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. ‘So, I guess Mitch shot his toxic load down your throat, I can still taste him.’ ‘Oh, fuck off, that was a lucky guess.’ ‘No, it wasn’t, he always goes for the mouth and Henry is the ass man, don’t forget I know them for years.’ We kiss again and then lie together on the couch, Mark’s head in my lap. ‘Are you excited for our poz holiday?’ Mark asks. ‘I am, but also a little nervous. I never been to a sex tour.’ ‘Don’t worry, you will enjoy it, I managed to find almost all the guys joining us on the apps. So, we have some idea with whom we will be exploring the world for the next two weeks. And I think you might be in for a surprise.’ Mark pulls up his phone, opening one of the apps, especially created for poz men, so not for chasers like me, and hands it to me. The face smiling out at me is none other than Chad. But before I can say anything my phone vibrates and I see a call from my little brother coming in. ‘Hey Luke, what’s up?’ ‘Is Mark with you?’ he asks immediately, sounding excited. ‘Yes, why?’ ‘Put me on speaker, please’ I do as asked and he continues ‘you guys I have finally decided what I want. I just gave all my PrEP pills back to my pharmacy, I talked and fucked with Tony the last weeks a lot and it is time, I want the gift. Bro we are now both on the chase.’ Mark and I look at each other puzzled, but smiling. Before I can say anything, Mark starts to talk. ‘That’s great to hear Luke, but you know what that means?’ ‘What?’ My brother on the phone and I say simultaneously. ‘You both are now in a race, who will be poz first?’

Had a couple of days off last week so decided I was going to get ass up and take some loads. Got off work on Sunday and decided to clean my hole and get ready for a few days of being a complete cumdump. Being the good cumslut I am, I have some of my own cum that I freeze to use as lube for my breedings. Mostly I keep it because breeders usually like a loaded hole so it’s more enticing to them. So as soon as my hole was ready I shoved some frozen shards of cum up my hole. The feeling is always shocking but soon I could feel the wetness in my hole it was making me really horny. So I got on Sniffies and posted my location and waited for the tops to hit me up. My update said “good boy cumdump dad looking for breeders to use his hole. Can be blindfolded if requested. Three loads in.” I also changed my Grindr profile to say “nut in me.” Grindr sucks nowadays due to all the bots and OF accounts, so I mostly get the loads I need from Sniffies. Donning my black jock and a vintage white cropped stussy jersey I am ready. LOAD 4 : First to hit me up was a blank profile that only sent a picture of a thick black cock. Yes please! Didn’t ask for any other pics and sent over my address. He needed to charge his phone so after about an hour he finally came over. I love waiting ass up poppers in hand til I hear my door downstairs open. He starts coming up the stairs so I hit my poppers hard and get ready. I don’t even look back at him, I love being just a hole for men to use, they are just a dick and load. I can hear him taking off this clothes and he dives in smelling and licking my hole. I definitely could smell the cum and he was loving every bit of it. After a couple of minutes, he grabs the lube on the nightstand and slowly slides into my hole. He had a good pace and came pretty quickly. Once he’s done, I turn around to get him a towel and he is really handsome. Tall, probably 6 feet, great smile and an oversized beanie he wore while he was seeding me. He gets my email so we can hookup again. One of my regulars, was hitting me up and wanted to bring his big dicked bf but at this point it’s about 230am and the Ubers are super expensive. Over the entire couple of days I keep telling him my load count but he doesn’t make it. Always a bummer. LOAD 5 : Next top is a bi 23 year old that I’ve talked to but never managed to hook up. He’s 5’8” and trim with a good size dick. Tell him I have three loads in my hole and if he wanted to be next. He was hanging with a friend but after about an hour he’s making his way up the stairs. Again poppers to the nose and he slides in and gets right to it. He’s a sweet lover, calling me dad, asking if I want his load. I’m a verbal bottom and will beg for a beating, give me your fucking cum boy. He loved tweaking my nipples as he was fucking me. My ass is definitely wet and loud, just the way I like it. He cums in about 10 minutes and gets up and takes off after some pleasantries. Stayed up for about another hour but only guys into partying were up and I don’t, so I decided to go to bed and set an alarm for 6am to see if I can get any loads from guys on their way to work. Slow morning with lots of chats but no takers so fell asleep a little bit. Had to get to work at 5 that night so was trying to get many more that. LOAD 6 : Blank profile hit me up, another bi guy, sends me a cock and torso pic and all looked good so I send over the address and he comes over promptly. Very good fuck, my hole is really talking at this point. He is a good kisser and is pounding me pretty deep. After about 15 minutes he seeds my hole and I can feel every burst of cum. Turn around as he’s getting his clothes back on and he is super hot. Filipino and my age (42), gorgeous smile and really fit bod. Damn. Hoping to see him again. LOAD 7 & 8 : Been talking to a handsome gay Korean guy that used to fuck me at my favorite defunct arcade (RIP Fat Cobra). He just recently moved from the burbs back into the city so after he finished some reports he heads on over. At this point it’s about 330 and time is running out. While we are chatting I get a message from a profile, 28yo, 6’4” black bi guy. He sends me two pics, one of his hard cock, and one of his torso. He definitely wants to be my 8th and final load of the day. Korean guy comes over and even though his cock is pretty average I can tell he really loves and has missed my hairy cum hole. I tell him I have another dude waiting outside so he pounds it out pretty quickly and is off. Tall black guy is in my apt within minutes of my friend leaving and he immediately starts eating out my well used hole. It’s wet and my jockstrap is drenched. He is by far the biggest cock of the session and he is reaching parts of me that hadn’t been hit yet. He is a great fuck and I feel so full and I can feel the cum sloshing around in me. I love it, being just a sloppy hole for alpha men to nut in. He fucks pretty quickly and he cums so hard. I can feel his cock pulsing in me, definitely like 8 or 9 times. He pulls out and says that there is a pool of cum in my jock strap. I turn around and he is gorgeous. Stunning smile, tall and fit. He uses a scorer so he puts on his 5 layers and he’s out. I have enough time to hop in the shower and get to work. Next part of the adventure coming soon….

Part 3 The next two weeks were busy with soccer games and an internship. I was able to get into the bar with some friends the following weekend, and even got picked up by a friend of a friend. The sex was okay, but it hadn’t been great. And that’s what had me wrestling in my own head. I jerked off twice a day every day those two weeks, and despite trying, not to, my thoughts always went back to that fuck at the bookstore. I kept picturing his bare cock buried in my hole, and standing in that booth totally naked. I felt ashamed that I’d been there, and didn’t want anyone to ever know. But eve time I jerked off, I felt turned on and this thrill about it. I kept picturing myself walking those dark hallways, imagining them clogged with silhouetted guys stroking their cocks. I can’t go back there, I told myself during the day. It’s not the place guys like me go. But what about that guy who fucked me? He had been hot! And seemed like a normal guy I could meet out. Why was he there? It had my thoughts spinning and my emotions in a jumble. What was worse was I couldn’t talk to anyone about it. At the bar that night, I’d occasionally hear jokes about the bookstore and going there for “last call” if you didn’t find any there at the bar. Was that what it was? But people. Made it sound like somewhere you didn’t want to be seen. So why did I find myself standing outside the store again two weeks later? That same lesbian bouncer was at the door, and I couldn’t join my friends inside. I had gone to a local straight bar where some guys from soccer hung out. I had some drinks and hung out for a few hours, but wasn’t enjoying the conversation and constant prodding to go talk to some girl or another. Some people are clueless. Finally I took off saying I was meeting some friends. So here I am, wearing a blue tank top, white shorts, and flips flops, my hair freshly cut short with a little flip in front. I am feeling good about how I look. So why am I sitting in my car outside the bookstore again?? But I am. My cock is tingling and my guts are tangled up. This time I saw a couple guys go inside that looked pretty normal. One left quickly with a bag, but the other was still inside. Was he in the back maze of rooms? We’re there others that came in through the back entrance? Finally I was on the move, inside the store, and headed to the back area that was glowing with neon again. The same clerk was there, and I tried to avoid eye contact as I paid and he handed me anther little bottle. The first one was still unopened in the bottom of a drawer at home. This time I took a minute to remove the wrapper and look at the bottle; it was the first time I noticed some little pill sitting at the bottom of the bottom, immersed in the liquid. I still don’t know what these are, but they made me really horny last time. I tucked them into my pocket. I noticed a bowl of condoms on the counter. I should grab a few, just in case. I’m not going to fuck tonight, but I should have one in case someone wants to rub my hole. I should probably wear one for a blowjob here. But the thought of sucking on a rubber was totally repulsive. And if I bought one, the clerk would know I might be fucking out back and throw me out. The guy who fucked me last time said we needed to avoid drawing attention. I don’t want to get fucked tonight anyway. I walked out back, my flip flops slapping sounded really loud here. I crossed the glowing threshold into the back hallways. But this time I didn’t linger in the doorway, but kept walking. Tonight seemed busier. There were a lot of red lights glowing over the doors, and I saw three guys walking or standing in the hallways as I moved. I was trying to see their faces without them seeing me at all. I didn’t want anyone to recognize me here. If someone looked up at me, I’d look away quick. One guy was standing in a hallway, his head turned away from me. But his body looked decent in a t-shirt and shorts. The other guys were wearing dress shirts and pants. I suddenly felt self conscious about how exposed I was — you could easily see my chest and abs under my loose fitting tank, and my booty shorts were cropped right below my crotch. I walked the first two hallways, and then turned a corner and entered the third. I never really explored back this far last time. There were fewer doors, and only a couple red lights glowing. But the doors were all open, and you could hear the porn playing. I walked by slower, looking inside those rooms. There were two guys sitting in their own booths, cocks out and stroking really slowly. I walked by nervously, then went back to see if I could see them more clearly. The lighting was really dim, even with the video screens. Someone passed me in the hallway, but he gave me the creeps when his hand brushed over my crotch — I pulled away instinctively. Because of him I didn’t get to see inside the booths any better than the first time, and it was a minute before I looped back again. The guy in the first booth was older and looked like he might be a bit rough, with a cropped beard, jeans, boots, and a buttoned shirt that was hanging open. He was burly, with a thick hairy chest and a bit of a gut. But he had this manly energy. He was stroking so I didn’t get a good look at his cock, and he didn’t look up at me as I walked by. The second guy was in the next booth. He was naked except for sneakers, which I thought was really weird. Do guys really just hang out naked here? I don’t think I could do that. He was tall and thin. He looked up as I passed. I turned around and walked by again a few seconds later; he was still looking at me, like he expected me. His hand was wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, his long cock rock hard standing straight up in the air, and his balls were poking out the top of his grip. I realized I was holding my breath. He motioned me inside. I hesitated, then walked by. I did the loop of three hallways, and found myself back at those two open doors again. The burly guy in the shirt and jeans was still watching his movie, ignoring me. But the naked guy had stood up, facing the door, and made direct eye contact with me. This time he just stroked his long cock slowly. It was enticing. This time I stopped in the doorway, captivated by the size of his cock. He motioned me inside again. I took a step forward. His body reminded me of a tennis player’s. He was somewhere in his late 30s or 40s, good looking. Oddly I thought he looked like someone my dad would be friends with. He motioned me inside again, that long cock calling. I stepped inside the booth, watching him stroke his cock ever so slowly. He wanted me to see it. I wanted to touch it. I reached out, and saw my hand was shaking. He let me put my hand on it. Fuck, it felt so warm! And it was girthier than I expected. Still longer and lean, but I didn’t expect it to be this thick. He didn’t reach out to me, but let me get used to holding his cock. He moaned a little as I squeezed for the first time. I noticed someone behind me. The creepy guy was back and standing in the doorway. I had the urge to bolt. What am I doing?? But the creepy guy was in the way. The naked lean guy moved at that moment, reached over, and closed the door on the creepy guy. Then he leaned back against the wall, showing off his cock again. This time he reached out and tugged at the front of my shorts. I hadn’t realized I was hard, but was suddenly aware of the pressure in my shorts. His hands sent sparks flying through me, and I shuddered. I had been holding my breath again, and it came out in a soft groan. My body released all its tension, and I felt like I was melting. Reading my reaction, he came closer, unbuttoned my shorts, and slipped them to the floor. He began caressing my cock, my balls, and then my ass. I just stood there letting the sensations wash over me. I closed my eyes. His hands moved under my tank top, exploring my pecs abs and pecs. “Very nice,” he said softly, his voice deep. “You are so damned hot.” He pulled my tank over my head and set it down on the plastic chair. “Much better.” My hand was unconsciously stroking his long cock. I looked down at it. I was enthralled. It had a domed head, and reminded me of those batons they direct traffic with at night. We were both standing there naked, him exploring my muscled angles of my body, and me holding my upright by gripping his hot cock. He bent his knees, and thrust his cock forward in my hand, the head poking my balls. Again I felt sparks go through my body as his cock pushed against my body. He did it again, more deliberate this time. He angled his tall body so his cock was now brushing up under my balls, between my thighs. “You play football,” he asked. “Soccer.” “That explains this body.” There was a thrill running through me. This guy thinks I’m hot. He. Appreciates my body. And he knows how to make it feel good. “Why don’t you suck it?” He said quietly. I crouched down, tentatively taking the long shaft. Could I swallow all this? The length was intimidating. “That’s it. That’s it, boy. Nice and slow. Enjoy it.” I was trying to, but I was feeling nervous again. I was naked, crouched in front of this stranger in a booth. There was a creepy guy outside the door. What am I doing here? “Just relax,” he said again. Was I that obvious? Did he know I was about to stand up and bolt? I decided to leave. I let his impressive cock fall out of my mouth and I stood up. Do I say I’’m leaving? Am I supposed to say thanks? Why do I say I’m leaving? Will he be mad at me? Probably. I took a step backward and was looking down to find my tank when his put a warm hand on my shoulder, and the other one moved under my nose. It was one of those bottles again. “Inhale. Relax.” I tried not to, but the bottle was was now up my nostril. “Inhale,” he said gain in that deep voice. It was a command. His thumb closed off my other nostril. “”Again,” he said. This time I got the full whiff. His hand pushed pressure on my shoulder, and I was then on my knees and started to devour his cock. My body felt amazingly warm, and I couldn’t get enough of his cock into my mouth to satisfy the sudden urge. I started going to town on his long shaft, despite it hitting the back of my throat. “That’s it. That’s what you want. You want to be a Cocksucker.” He was starting to moan a bit. “Suck it, boy.” I was amazed how hot his cock felt going in and out of my mouth. I licked the long shaft with my tongue, until he pushed my face deeper against his balls. “Lick them. That’s it. Lick my balls. Get those toxic juices boiling.” What did he mean? “Can you smell the load brewing in there? I bet you can. I bet you want it.” He shoved his cock back into my mouth. I didn’t resist. I was caught up in this guy’s energy. I liked that he had control. It was turning me on. What am I doing? As he was thrusting his cock into my mouth, choking me, I felt his body fold. Over mine. His hands were gl down the length of my back to my ass. He began caressing my ass with both his hands, kneeling the muscles. ”Such a hot body. Look at that ass. I was vaguely aware of the sound of a plastic snap, but didn’t think much of it. My hole suddenly felt very slick as his fingers deliberately pressed inside me. His long shaft popped out of my mouth, and my face was crushed against the hair in his crotch. I grunted as his slippery fingers penetrated my hole. It was kinda rough, but kinda a turn on. I need to leave, I suddenly thought, but that thought went no where. My ass had control of my body, and it was excited by what he was dong. I seemed like there were arms and legs all around me. He was moving around the small space, and started to maneuver me into a different position. I didn’t know how such a tall guy could fit in this little booth, let alone with another person. But he was managing it well enough. He seemed to be behind me now. He shoved the little bottle into my nostril again. “Take a good hit, boy. That’s it. Now one more.” He bent me forward, my arms and hands resting on the cold floor. It felt sticky. I didn’t care. He grabbed my hips and lifted them up. “Lift that ass, boy. Higher.” My head was swirling and I wanted to feel him so badly. My ass started grinding backward, instinctively searching for his cock. I actually had to stretch my legs and get on my toes in order to lift my ass to the level of his cock. He gave a malicious laugh, “That’s it boy. Work for that cock. Show me. What that hot muscle body can do for it.” I was in this weird triangular position, up on my toes and hands. He pushed his cock against my hole. I shuddered, feeling the heat of the head. He kept going, a firm pressure pushing my hole open. I grunted and yelped at the same time. As he opened me up, my head flung back, and I saw stars. He didn’t waste time. He was pumping his long cock in and out of my ass,. I was grunting. Each time it went deep. Fuck that was a long cock! I opened my eyes. I was facing the floor, my flip flop in front of my, and I could see a corner of my shirt to my left. How did I end up here? “You like that cock, boy?” “Oh fuck yes.” He pounded my ass hard in response. I moaned louder than I should have. He didn’t seem to care about how loud we were. “Fuck, boy, you. Have my juices boiling. Can you feel it? Feel the toxins boiling in my balls. What do you want , boy?” “Fuck me! Please fuck me.” “Yeah. That’s a good cumdump . You are a cumdump, boy.” My legs were starting to shake from the strain of hollowing this wired angled position. All my weight resting on my toes and hands. But his cock felt so amazing. I wanted him to keep fucking me. His thrusts were long and deep, and he had a fast rhythm. My legs ached. My ass wanted so much more. I kept moaning as he used me. “It’s cumming, boy. That load is cumming. You want. That load, don’t you? You want to feel it.” No! I don’t want it inside me! “YES!! Fuck me! Whatever you want!” Now the sound of flesh pounding flesh was ringing through the booth. I yelped, “ah!! Ah! ! ah!” Each time he pounded against my smooth bare ass. I needed to collapse. And relieve my aching legs, but he was relentless. “Fuuuuuuuccckkkkkkk,” he growled. He planted his cock deep inside me. His body was shaking with the release, and it sent shivers through me. He pulled his cock out. I suddenly felt very empty, realizing just how filling his cock had been. All the warmth I’d been feeling with him plugged into me was draining away, and I collapsed on the floor. What the fuck? Who am I? I’m laying naked on this. Disgusting floor. Nice guys like me don’t do. This. I should be at the bar with friends, feeling sexy in my cute outfit, laughing and cruising guys. But I’m here, laying totally naked on a sticky floor in some shithole of a bookstore. My body was covered in sweat, and I was breathing hard from the exertion of holding. That position. My legs still ached. But my ass… My ass was radiating sheer ecstasy. It felt so amazing that it washed away any other feelings. He was caressing my ass, and slapped his cock against it a couple times. “Fuck, boy. You’re loaded. How’s that feel?” I felt oddly sexy. I felt incredible. “Fuck that was amazing,” I said. What part of me was saying that?? “Good, boy.” He said in that deep voice. He was standing up, pulling on clothes for the first time since I’d seen him. He dressed quickly, reached down, and parted my ass cheeks just as I was starting to get off the floor. Damn my legs hurt. But the feeling of his hands on my ass again made me get into an all fours position. He growled with delight. “Look at that, boy. You’re a natural.” He brushed his fingers around my hole; it felt really wet an sticky. I moaned quietly. He slapped my ass. He stood up and I heard the door handle click. “Happy hunting! That load is gonna make you even more popular tonight.”