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

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

His manipulation of my perineum and his hand sliding over my hole sent me into overdrive, and I could feel his fingernail scrape almost tease my hole. "Ohh Daddy I can't hold off much longer" I said. My body was starting to thrash as i was trying not to cum. "No not yet" he said sternly "Daddy please let me cum I begged. Please babe please , oh Daddy please", I begged "No. Hold", he said What felt like minutes went buy. "Keep jacking off don't stop" , he said I started to slow down as i was so close "Hold" he commanded I was going to scream soon, it was too much. Calmly he leaned back down to my ear and said, "Come now for me boy. Shoot your huge load of cum for your Daddy." My brain paused and thought that was strange choice of words but I was so pent up and didn't care, I just thought I was glad he let me cum. As if the command came from on high, my body instantly reacted and I shot. At first it was small spray that went all over then it hit, spurt after spurt in streams shot high reaching my face. Rick leaned down and took one of the spurts in his mouth. He kept playing with my nipples, pulling them, teasing them, twisting them causing pleasure and light pain. I kept pumping my cock and playing with that knot under my balls. It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I shot cum all over my face, chest and stomach. I think it was 8 or more spurts. I slowed down on stroking my cock and stopped rubbing my perineum. More cum just oozed from my cock. I was covered in my cum. It took me a while to calm down.

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

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

HECTOR and MIKE are STRAIGHT Here is my story. Some of you may find the first few Chapters less of a turn on than later ones. I want you to read them but feel free to skip down. Chapter 1 My girlfriend Sara says I’m straight and she knows the story (mostly). So does Mike’s wife Nan. Mike and me met on a job over a decade ago. Construction can be an awesome way to earn cash if you got friends on a job, If not it can suck as bad as your kid brother does. He was 18 and this was his first site job. New guys get hazed a lot. He thought that because he was a big guy and muscled no one would mess with him. But we did. Some how though Mike and I hit it off right away and he looked to me like his protector. I never hardly stopped the other guys from pranks, but Mike thought I did, so he acted like I was was his big brother. Now I’m a crew chief and pretty respected. I usually get to pick my guys for a project, Mike and a couple others are always on the list. We’re definitely best buddies and comfortable with each other. We’re also wicked graphic when we talk about sex, and both need a lot. On most jobs guys never get past “I fucked this gorgeous chick” or “my girlfriend is so fuckin wild”. Right off Mike was way specific like me, he’s the only guy besides me who said he likes it when girls are rough with his dick. Guys I know are more graphic cat calling than when they talk to buddies. They’d never tell a buddy how hard they came “I shot my load” is bout as detailed as they get. Most guys in rough carpentry or concrete are pretty muscular, even if they got fat covering it. But I got no fat. Mostly it’s just lucky genetics tho I like to swim laps after work and play pick up soccer when I can. When girls see your body is muscular but not like a gym muscle I think they like it. Steel muscles where you need them for work. Your arms, chest, your legs. We got no fat but no six packs either. Look, I don’t want you thinking we were secret lovers or something. Not because guys on guy stuff is bad. Lots of dudes into dudes are masculine. but because having self control and getting what you want is wicked masculine. And we didn’t want cock, we wanted pussy. A Couple Years back he met Nan. I liked her right off. She’s a tough chick, doesn’t take any shit. But gorgeous and curvy. Mike said the sex was wild and awesome. Yeah, he was more detailed than that. Last year Nan introduced me to her best friend since she was a kid. They were roomates. Sara made Nan look like a church mouse. She is the wildest girl I ever met. So naturally we started dating. The first night we met we ended up fucking. But she did stuff I’d never even thought of. Slid one of her fingers into my ass. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve butt fucked my share. But her in me! Well I musta made a positive moan cause all of a sudden she screams-“If you like that Bud you’ll love this.” And she buried her face in my ass and ate me out forever. It was weird she kept calling me Bud since that’s what Mike always calls me. Well, I fucked my new bud every way I knew and more. When I wasn’t she often had my meat down her throat. Eventually she had me begging. Sara started by asking me to be polite and say please but then kept wanting more. Before I knew it I sounded like I was her puppy dog.. “Please Sara take it deeper, please, I promise I won’t come. Don’t you like my cock babe?” and on and on. Of course I knew better than to say “Please let me fuck without a condom.” You just don’t. That all happened In Sara’s room. It wasn’t til we wrapped that I even noticed the door had been open the whole time. The next day Mike confessed that he and Nan had watched for quite a while. Nan said all guys are exhibitionists anyway. Not exactly. Mike said he did everything to look away but Nan wouldn’t let him. You never mess with Nan and Sara. If it was anyone other than Mike watching I’d have been more than pissed off and embarrassed. Id’ve punched his face in. But he sounded like a little brother wanting to be like me. I pressed him for specifics partly because you don’t know how you look having sex and also because I couldn’t even remember how we did some of the shit we did. He asked about her eating my ass and I acted like I’d done it dozens of times. “You don’t call it your beautiful big woody do you?” He asked laughing at one point. Sara made it up during one game but Christ, I’d call my cock “Mike” if it got me laid. Nan and Mike also saw me begging Sara to fix my cock. Once she cock teased me til I was dripping puddles of precum onto my stomach. She ran the show for sure. Just hearing Mike retell it gave me a boner. He pointed out the wet stain on my jeans. Weeks later I finally asked him if he saw me begging her. but he reassured me I didn’t look too pathetic and added a bro compliment “I’d give anything to have that much precome” My best friend and his girlfriend had seen my dripping boner, heard me beg a girl and looked straight at my big hairy asshole. Nan and Sara thought it was all hilarious and hot and if Mike just got a raging boner and spread his ass open for my cock we’d all be even….yeah, sure…..

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

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

New to this site. I’m exited to chat and meet some new people

Not bad for 71 I hope.

I'm glad I came back to this site. I'm reminded there is a good group of people here.

Sundays were odd days as no matter how much sex happened the night before, we all dressed and went to church Sunday mornings. After the service while folks were having tea & snacks in the hall, I would be sucking off the minister in his office. We then would go to get Granddad for dinner from the old folks home. I think granddad would have been in his 80's and we would go to his room to help him get ready. I would watch as dad would suck off granddad calling my dad "His boy" Granddad was uncut and thick like my uncle and on some Sundays my uncle would fuck my dad while dad was sucking off his dad. Granddad wasn't into much other than getting his cock sucked and back in those days most boys in small towns as I'm sure it still happens were brought up to take care of their dads needs. I guess my uncle was first to be sucking off granddad till my dad was old enough to take over and with the boys sleeping in one bed in one room, my uncle used to fuck my dad and dad became an insatiable bottom by all my uncles friends or any of the farm workers granddad had around & that continued for years. After my mum died, my sister went to live with my aunt and I stayed with dad, so on Sundays My aunt & sister would be making dinner while we went to get granddad and we would all sit down to dinner like nothing had happened and though I'm sure my aunt knew what was happening, it was never talked about. As much as dad liked fucking me or having me suck his cock, and it didn't matter where we were, as soon as my uncle would show up, dad was getting fucked. On many times in alleys or odd places I would watch my dad get fucked by others my uncle brought with him to fuck dad before my uncle seem & to get more pleasure watching dad get used till his ass was dripping cum or piss guys had deposited in dad. My uncle loved watching dad grunt and groan and when I was old enough he loved fucking me while dad was watching and getting fucked by some other guy. I loved eating dads ass after and when I got older, my uncle liked watching me fuck dad before taking his turn on dads ass as my uncles liked fucking dads slopping wet hole.

STD's are not a fetish for me, that goes specific for cum 💧. But fucking around as a top and sucking and rimming as a bottom I had at least: warts, HIV, herpes, chlamidia, syfilis (twice), HEP C (twice). Clean now. Poz on meds but still eager to swallow a toxic load someday. Who wants to feed me his sick AIDS load ? Will travel for bugs.

We returned to our conversation. "I would think with you fucking her earlier today you shot your load", Rick questioned OMG did he hear us, crap I am in trouble I thought. "Oh you heard us" I said in a shy scared way like I got caught doing something wrong "Yeah, she was moaning really loudly. Sounds like she was enjoying your cock", Rick said "Yeah, she did" I said awkwardly. My cock started to get a little soft. "She came didn't she", Rick asked "Yes she did. How do you know?", I replied "I heard her scream and the way she moaned. How do you know when she cums" Rick asked "I can just tell. Her pussy squeezes my cock", I said "Am I in trouble? She just wanted to see my place. We didn't stay long and she wanted to fuck cause we hadn't had sex in a longtime" I said in an apologizing tone and nervous cadence He laughed," It's ok, it's natural. You are handsome man with a beautiful body and a gorgeous cock. If I were her, I would want to have sex with you too. You are so sexy Dan.", Rick said stroking his cock looking at me. I could feel his eyes ravaging me. My rock hard cock suddenly started to leak more precum. "Thank you, that's very nice of you to say that", I said blushing. I felt warm all over. Like the cheerleader being told by the football team quarterback that she was beautiful. "Did you cum when you fucked her" Rick asked "No" I replied "Why not?" Rick asked "I don't know. I just didnt'. I just wanted to get her off and finish" I replied softly "Do you still enjoy fucking her" Rick asked "I guess so", I replied "So haven't cum yet today or in a while" Rick asked "No" I said as my cock was rock hard sticking up and oozing precum "Do you stay rock hard when you fucked her" Rick asked "No not really, it was difficult to stay hard after a while", I replied not sure why I was so honest with him. He looked at me and smiled and nodded stroking his mammoth meat. I stared at his cock. Then the TV action got louder. There was something about the moaning of the bottom yelling and begging the top to cum in him. It caught my ear for some reason and I looked at the TV. Rick noticed and smiled back at me. The bottom was in bliss being fucked. It reminded me of Jane and other girls I had fucked who had the same look. I looked back at Rick and stared at his cock. "How can it be bad to have such a huge cock", I asked inquiring "Well everyone wants it and sometimes you end up with someone who you didn't know everything about", he responded "Can I ask you a personal question", i asked "Sure fire away", he said "Is that how you got HIV", I asked "Kind of. I was with a guy who I liked and we were dating. We had a lot of sex not just as a couple but with other people", Rick said

After a few minutes Jane and I got dressed and went to the bar. We got to the bar and hung out with her friends. I used my fake ID to buy drinks. Jane is older than me at 22 it helped make me look older when she got carded first. After the bar I took her home and then went back to my place. Jane asked me to come inside her place but I had a lot to drink and needed to get to bed. She wasn't happy. On the way back to her place she even was rubbing my leg and cock. It got a little aroused but not rock hard as usual. She kept trying to rub me but it only got slightly hard. We got to her place I kissed her and she got out of the car a bit miffed. When I got home I changed into underwear and an old sleeping shirt. It was tight and didn't go all the way down to my waist. Also all my usual underwear whites were dirty so I had to use one that my gf gave me last Christmas. It was a spandex like low-rise bikini style brief. It showed a lot up front and in the back. She liked when I wore it. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I put my stuff into the cabinet, I looked at his medicine bottles. The script was dated from 3 years ago and both bottles were empty. I went back to the bedroom and looked up the drugs out of curiosity. Holy crap. He has HIV. A bunch of things ran through my head. He touched me, I let him eat my cum, he touched my cock. We were in the pool together. He stuck his fingers in my mouth. A rush of emotions flooded me as well anger, frustration, and even excitement. I sat down and relaxed. I needed to calm down. I'm not some uneducated person. I know it can only be transmitted via body fluids or blood. Jane and I took tests before we had sex. I am better than this. I calmed down and felt better about it. I like Rick, he has been really good to me and I want to be supportive of him. My cock got a hard from the excitement which I felt strange about. I rubbed it a few times. I kept thinking why I am I getting aroused. I thought of Rick, hanging out at the pool with him, the way he looked at me, the way touched me the way he made me feel sexy and beautiful. I was rock hard now and leaking precum. But he has HIV I thought. I couldn't figure out why I was still hard as a rock. It was a little after 1am and I was tired. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

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

What triggers make you cum instantly. When I’m fucking and my sub moans and calls me “Daddy” I nut in seconds. When I’m being sucked I shoot the instant he strokes my balls or fingers my hole.

I feel that most guys, if they are honest with themselves, grow and change over time; even if they never act on the change. I liked guys from an early age. Me being me, felt I needed to make an honest comparison, so I got my first GF when I was 21. After her, I went back to dating/ fucking guys. I did have a few female encounters along the way. I guess you could say I was bi, but on the DL as bi. I met my wife when I was in my early 40’s and had a few FWB over the years. Now, I am ready to switch back to dating men. the one thing I have learned over the years, and became more comfortable with is I can’t fit into a permanent box/label. The less I stress over defining myself, the easier it is for me to be myself. All I am saying is hookup, love, fuck, or get fucked by whomever makes you feel good and more complete. In the end, it’s really only your opinion about yourself that matters. Life is short, and getting shorter by the day.

I had a very close friend who was openly gay and also open about liking to get fucked. In the 1970's I don't remember guys calling themselves bottoms, at least he didn't. But after listening to his stories in saunas and back rooms, and talking so openly about how hot it felt to get fucked, that I was a bottom before I had my first fuck.

Today, at the adult bookstore near me, I got to watch a young looking boy getting fucked by an old man with a huge cock. Have you had any hot adult bookstore experiences ?

So took my first load in years today. Usually I'm the one depositing the load. It was from the Boy (23) my partner and I play with (I met him on Grindr when he as 19). He was staying with us this weekend and this morning I started off by fucking him as we both woke up. We had all fooled around last night but it was drunken cuddling without any loads exchanged. Partner got up a couple hours earlier and was downstairs. I couldn't cum, caffeine is a hell of a drug and I think not having my morning cup yet was the issue, plus I had to piss so that makes it harder for me to cum. So after about a half hour of fucking him we called it and then jumped in the shower where I emptied my bladder all over his cock. Since my partner is a total bottom our Boy has been trying to practice topping cause he has trouble staying hard and also usually he only cums when I am sitting on his face with his tongue up my ass (which I usually do for him after I've deposited my load in his or my partners ass). Well this afternoon I went up and rinsed out and then laid on my bed and watched some porn. The Boy came to see what I was doing. We had another guest, a friend of my partners that was also staying with us and while I had been showering they order food and ate. So the Boy apologized and said it would probably be a bit till he could bottom. I told him that was okay. He laid down on top of me as I was on my stomach and watched the porn on my tablet with me. It wasn't long before he was horny and alternating between rimming me and running his cock on my ass. Eventually he got me opened up enough and himself hard enough that his cock entered me and he started fucking me. So the Boy who has only cum with me previously by jacking off while he ate my ass, blew a load into my ass. As I sensed he was getting close, I reached under myself and wrapped my hand around the head of my cock and blew my load into my hand to save the sheets. After the Boy rolled off of me he offered to give me a blow job. I rolled over onto my back and opened my hand, spilling the huge load I shot into my hand over my stomach. Boy was so excited to see that we had both cum together.

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

Dan Savage always says "if there's a thing, a man has fetishized it. If a man requires a canoe, a rubber swim cap and a nun in his bedroom to have an orgasm he will have a canoe a rubber swim cap and a nun in his bedroom when you hook up with him."

I visit a few different adult stores with arcades and theaters in the area. I have my favorite one though. I usually prefer the arcade, i can get in the booth get ass up and out dor frew use. I usually can get 5 to 10 loads pending the day. The most i have forten was 17 in one visit. I have done the theater a few times, got a few loads a fist and that was about it. I do however prefer the arcade booths, they are dark and ass out and somewhat private

I'm a fucking poz cum addict. I will make all of your fantasies cum true in order to get the maximum amount of poz cum flooding my butt. The only kind of sex I want is the kind where my butt is fully overflowing with death cum. I'm the horniest boy for HIV. I want to die of AIDS!!!

I hear you - teeth cleaning is NOT the type of poking and prodding that I can enjoy although I'm worldly enough to suspect there's probably a small number of people who get turned on by it.

I'm still about, just browsing occasionally. Had kinda felt this one was complete, but might try a final chapter at some point.

Was at an adult bookstore in the backroom one night. Was pretty staid, bunch of guys around stroking, but not much action. I sucked these two cocks really wanted them to fuck me. My buddy who introduced me to coke lived nearby. Texted him, he showed up and fed me a couple enormous lines in his car and we went back in. Now I was stripped down to a jockstrap going to town on those same two dicks begging them to fuck me. One of them started to rip open a condom, I took it away from him and started guiding his cock into my ass raw while I was on all fours sucking his buddy. No resistance. Got two hot loads from them while my buddy watched. Stopped at a park and ride on the way home and got another one. So fucking hot.

As fantasy this is fuckin hot! But this is never approval of rape. The psychological scars can be devastating 💔

Needs filled.

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

I came of sexual age in the late 80s and early 90s when raw sex was a nonstarter. Now that I bareback, a bottom telling me to breed his hole sends me over the edge pretty quickly. The emotional and psychological catharsis is too intense.

A Top telling me he's about to cum and fill my hole with his sperm. Couple of strokes and I'm cumming with him. I love a verbal Top.

I used to be scared of bareback sex and insist every pervert that fucked me wear a condom. They would always either take it off without telling me or just straight up shove it in me bare, and assure me they would pull out before they cum, which they never ever did of course. Eventually I got used to it and accepted the fact . It didn't take long until condoms became an absolute turn off for me. I only take it bare and I would rather have no sex at all than have sex with a condom.

I love a jock. Looks good and covers my dick so the top won't try playing with it

Second Cumming..... Shaved Head’s voice cut through the chemical fog like a blade, low and measured, each word dripping with deliberate control. "Breathe in—slow, pigboy," he murmured, thumb pressing into the hollow of Tommy’s throat. "That’s it. Feel it? That’s your body remembering who owns it." Tommy’s chest hitched, lungs fighting the weight of the drugs, but the hand on his neck tightened just enough to guide him. "Good. Now out." The exhale shuddered out of him, ragged at the edges, his cock twitching against the cool air. "Submission isn’t surrender, Tommy. It’s *clarity.*" The wiry one’s fingers—nimble, relentless—worked the rubber harness tighter, the latex hissing as it stretched over Tommy’s flushed skin. Every millimeter of pressure sent shockwaves up his spine, his balls throbbing under the unforgiving grip of the stretchers. "Look at him," the wiry one mused, tapping the underside of Tommy’s cock with a fingernail. The sound—sharp, metallic—echoed in the room. "Like a fucking wind-up toy." He twisted the lowest ring, and Tommy’s hips jerked off the table, a strangled noise tearing from his throat. "Just needs the right key." The door creaked again. A new voice—deep, rolling, syrup-thick with amusement—cut through the haze. "Y’all takin’ too long." Tommy’s head lolled toward the sound. Tarelle—black, broad-shouldered, Nike Tech Fleece clinging to the swell of his chest—leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. Gold hoops glinted in his ears. His grin was all teeth. "Shit, I *know* y’all ain’t just starin’ at this pig without puttin’ him to work." Tommy’s stomach flipped. The wiry one snickered, stepping back as Tarelle pushed off the frame. His Jordans—white and blue, pristine—squeaked against the linoleum as he crossed the room. Methodical. Unhurried. Tommy watched, pulse hammering, as Tarelle’s fingers hooked under the hem of his shirt. The fabric peeled away slowly, revealing the thick, coiled muscle beneath, skin gleaming under the fluorescents. His sweatpants followed, folded precisely, stacked atop his shoes like an offering. The scent of cocoa butter and weed clung to him. Tarelle’s cock—already thick and heavy, the head flushed dark—curved against his thigh as he palmed himself, the slow drag of his fist making Tommy’s mouth water. “Ain’t polite to stare, piggy,” he murmured, lips quirking. His free hand snagged Tommy’s chin, forcing his head up. “Unless you *wanna*.” Tommy’s breath hitched. Oh wait, you can't see. Tarelle’s thumb pressed against his lower lip, the gag’s silicone ridges digging in. “Anybody got trimix?” He glanced around, lazy, like he was asking for a spare lighter. “Dude’s *twitchin’*, and I ain’t even touched him yet.” Shaved Head stepped forward, syringe glinting between his fingers, the liquid inside catching the light like molten gold. “Got you, big man.” His grin was all teeth as he knelt beside Tarelle, fingers skimming the thick vein running along the underside of his cock. “Gonna make him *sing*.” The needle slid in with practiced ease—no hesitation, no wasted movement—and Tarelle’s breath hissed between his teeth as the drug hit his bloodstream. His cock swelled instantly, veins standing in stark relief against the dark skin, the head purpling with every throb. “Fuck,” he muttered, rolling his shoulders. “That’s the shit, dis injection is tha next key to Pigboys transformation" Tommy’s cock *ached*—eight inches of desperate, harnessed need, the latex straps biting into the swollen flesh. His balls throbbed under the stretchers, pulled taut and heavy, every heartbeat sending a fresh pulse of heat straight to his core. The blindfold robbed him of sight, but his body *knew*. The shift in the air—Tarelle’s breath warming his inner thigh, the low chuckle vibrating against his skin—sent goosebumps racing up his spine. His hips jerked involuntarily, the stretchers clinking with the movement. “Oh, he *knows*,” the wiry one crowed, giving the lowest ring a sharp tug. “Look at him—fucking *begging* for it.” Then—sudden, unexpected—the press of padded headphones clamping over his ears, sealing him into silence. The world muffled instantly—no more laughter, no creaking floorboards—just the staticky hum of white noise and his own ragged breaths echoing inside his skull. Tommy’s jaw clenched around the gag. *Fuck.* Sensory deprivation cranked the hypersensitivity of his skin to eleven—every brush of air, every accidental graze, electric. His cock twitched, precome beading at the tip. A fingertip—broad, calloused—traced his rim, slow and deliberate. Tommy flinched, hips jerking, but hands pinned him down before he could squirm away. The touch circled again, slick with something cold, clinical. Lube, probably. Or spit. His hole fluttered uselessly against nothing. "Relax," a voice rumbled through the headphones—distorted, robotic—but the cadence was unmistakably Tarelle’s. "Breathe out." Tommy exhaled sharply, shoulders trembling. The finger pressed in without warning, knuckle-deep in one smooth thrust. His back arched off the table, a silent scream trapped behind the gag. Then—hotter, thicker—the blunt head of Tarelle’s cock nudged against him, the tip catching on his rim with a sticky, obscene noise. Tommy’s breath hitched. The stretch burned, even through the chemical haze clouding his nerves. Tarelle’s hips rolled forward—slow, inexorable—and Tommy felt every millimeter, every ridge, every vein as his body yielded. His toes curled. His balls throbbed against the stretchers. The headphones crackled with static, drowning out his own choked whimpers. Halfway in, Tarelle paused. Tommy could *feel* him twitching inside, the thick, swollen base of his cock pressing against that deep, electric spot that made his vision whiten. His own dick jerked violently against the harness, precome dribbling in hot pulses down the shaft. The sensation ricocheted through him—Tarelle’s cockhead nudging his prostate, the stretchers tugging his sack taut, the trimix turning his erection into a live wire. His hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for friction, for *more*. Then—cold, unexpected—another pair of hands gripped his cock, the latex straps creaking under the pressure. The touch was methodical, clinical, fingers mapping every vein with the precision of someone who’d done this a hundred times before. A thumb swiped over Tommy’s leaking slit, spreading the wetness down his length in slow, torturous strokes. The rhythm was inhuman—too perfect, too steady—like a machine programmed to wring him dry. Tommy’s breath hitched. His hole *fluttered* around Tarelle, muscles going slack as pleasure overloaded his nervous system. The voice in the headphones crackled again, layered now with something mechanical—a synthesized echo that burrowed under his skin. *You are Pigboy.* The words dripped into his skull like syrup, slow and sticky. *You exist for pleasure.* Tarelle’s hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Tommy’s scream dissolved into a wet gurgle. *Your hole and cock are the property of CHEMBOSS.* The hands on his shaft tightened, twisting just shy of pain. His vision whited out. *You will submit to anyone who brings pleasure.* Tarelle’s cock dragged against his prostate with every withdrawal—slow, deliberate—each ridge scraping that swollen bundle of nerves until Tommy’s thighs trembled. His dick pulsed violently in its harness, precome pooling in the hollow of his stomach, the latex straps biting into flushed skin. The stretchers clinked with every ragged breath, the weight of them dragging his balls into a taut, aching pendulum. The hands on his cock moved faster now, matching Tarelle’s rhythm—pulling, twisting, *milking*—until the pleasure crested into something unbearable. His hole fluttered helplessly around Tarelle’s girth. The headphones crackled, the voice inside them warping into something deeper, synthetic. *"You are not permitted to hold back any load from your pigboy dick."* The words slithered into Tommy’s skull, slick and insistent. *"If you do, you will be slammed again and risk losing your cock."* A shudder ripped through him—half-terror, half-obscene *want*—as the voice droned on, layering over the wet slap of skin against skin. *"Every drop belongs to CHEMBOSS. Every spurt is proof of your purpose."* Tommy’s hips jerked, his cock twitching like a live wire. The threat coiled low in his gut, sharp as the needle still buried in his vein. Tarelle’s thrusts grew jagged, his rhythm fracturing as his own cock swelled impossibly thicker inside Tommy’s hole. The stretch burned—hotter now, relentless—each ridge of Tarelle’s shaft scraping Tommy’s prostate raw. The hands on Tommy’s shaft tightened, twisting just shy of pain, the latex straps creaking under the strain. Precome dribbled in thick pulses down his length, pooling in the hollow of his stomach. *"See?"* The voice purred. *"Your cock knows its role. It leaks without permission. It begs to be emptied."* Tommy’s breath hitched. His balls churned, the stretchers dragging them taut, the weight unbearable. Tarelle flexed—deliberate, cruel—his cockhead grinding deep into Tommy’s prostate. The sensation ripped through him like live wire, his hips bucking against the restraints. The hands on his shaft moved faster now, matching Tarelle’s rhythm—pulling, twisting, *milking*—until the pleasure crested into agony. Tommy’s vision whited out. His hole fluttered helplessly around Tarelle’s girth. *"There it is,"* the voice cooed, synthetic and slick. *"The first betrayal. Your body gives you away."* His cock pulsed violently, the tip smearing wetness across his stomach. *"Now finish it."* Then—sharp, chemical—the hiss of pressurized vapor flooding the hose connected to Tommy’s gag. The taste hit first: burnt plastic and artificial watermelon, cloying sweetness clinging to the back of his throat. He gagged, but the DMT forced its way into his lungs anyway, expanding like liquid heat in his chest. The first exhale came ragged, his pupils blowing wide behind the blindfold. The second hit sent fractals spiraling across his vision—neon geometries pulsing in time with Tarelle’s thrusts, the room dissolving into a kaleidoscope of impossible colors. By the third, his orgasm wasn’t *coming*—it was *everywhere*, a supernova detonating behind his ribs, his cock convulsing untouched as the DMT rewired his synapses into pure, screaming pleasure. Tarelle’s fingers dug into Tommy’s hips hard enough to bruise, his rhythm stuttering as Tommy’s hole clenched around him in erratic spasms. "Fuck—" His voice cracked, thick with exertion. "Piggy’s *milking* me—" The stretchers on Tommy’s balls jingled obscenely with every snap of Tarelle’s hips, the metal rings biting into swollen flesh. Tommy’s cock *ached*, the trimix turning his erection into something inhuman—veins standing in stark relief against flushed skin, the head purpling with every throb. Precome dribbled in thick ropes down his shaft, pooling in the hollow of his stomach, the latex harness creaking under the strain. The chain came without warning—cold, heavy, *final*—slithering over Tommy’s collarbones like a serpent. His breath hitched as the links settled against his throat, the metal searingly cold against sweat-slick skin. The pressure tightened gradually, each breath shallower than the last, until his pulse hammered against the restraint in frantic, rabbit-quick beats. A click echoed through the headphones—sharp, mechanical—as the lock snapped shut. The chain constricted further, stealing another fraction of his air, the edges of his vision blurring into static. His cock *twitched*, precome smearing across his abs in wet, glistening streaks. *Fuck.* The deprivation cranked the high higher—every gasp burned, every heartbeat throbbed in his dick, every *lack* of oxygen sharpening the pleasure into something jagged and unbearable. The needle gleamed—silver-bright under the fluorescents—as Shaved Head tapped the syringe with a fingernail, clearing the air bubble with a flick of his wrist. The liquid inside shimmered, viscous and gold-tinged, like honey cut with amphetamine. Tommy’s breath hitched when cold alcohol swabbed the side of his throat, the scent sharp and clinical. The chain rattled as he tensed, links biting into his flesh. "Left jugular," Shaved Head murmured, fingers tracing the throbbing vein beneath Tommy’s skin. His thumb pressed down—hard—flattening the vessel against the bone. The needle slid in with practiced ease—sharp, then *gone*—buried deep where Tommy’s pulse stuttered against the intrusion. "There we go," came the whisper, whiskey-rough against his ear. "Pigboy’s first *direct line* to bliss." Tommy’s hole clenched around nothing—a phantom *squeeze*—as the plunger depressed. The drugs hit *immediate*, a molten flood roaring through his carotid, burning a superhighway straight to his brain. His vision whited out. His cock *jerked*, untouched, smearing precome in sticky arcs across his stomach. The chain slackened—just enough for Tommy to drag in a ragged breath—but the relief was short-lived. Tarelle’s cockhead *nudged* his prostate—once, twice—with lazy precision, each brush sending lightning forks of pleasure up Tommy’s spine. His thighs trembled. His *balls* ached, the stretchers dragging them into a tight, flushed pendulum. "Fuck—" The word dissolved into a wet gasp as Tarelle rolled his hips, the thick ridge of his cockhead *scraping* Tommy’s sweet spot raw. "There it is," Tarelle chuckled, deep and honeyed, his palm slapping against Tommy’s ass with a *crack*. "Pigboy’s *trigger*."

Almost up to a Ferrari

The next few days seemed to drag by like an eternity. My uncle's place was nice but it seemed a bit strange. Nearly every room besides my bedroom was locked so I spent my days rotating between my bed and the couch in the living room. I had been sleeping horribly and sometimes when I would get up to get water I could swear I heard people in the locked rooms. Uncle mark was in and out of the house all the time at the strangest hours. I knew he was an artist of some sort but I assumed he would have regular work hours. There was always a strange vibe when we went out together. On the first night I was here we went to get dinner at a local restaurant and he ran into a “friend” Joseph. As we walked into the restaurant there was a tall bulky man waiting with a guy that couldn’t have been older than 20. When he saw my uncle he smiled and hugged him. “Mark it’s good to see you” he said hugging my uncle “ it’s good to see you too mah—uh Joseph” uncle mark said seeming nervous. I recognized Joseph’s voice when I heard it, he was the one that answered the phone when I first called my uncle. “And whose this lad here” Joesph said turning to me “Oh this is my nephew jack” he said putting his hand on my shoulder “Nice to meet you jack” Joesph said pulling me into a hug. He enveloped me with his hard muscular frame “Nice to meet you sir” I said shyly Joesph chuckled at that “ well trained already huh” he laughed “ you’ll have a lot less of a learning curve unlike Alex here” he said clasping his companions shoulder. Alex’s eyes looked glazed over but he seemed happy. Just then the hostess came and showed Joesph and Alex to their table. “Well I’ll see you both later” Joesph said with a wink as he walked away The rest of the dinner had a weird vibe, uncle mark spent half of it checking his phone and spent like 20 minutes in the bathroom. — I know I had promised jack to master but the process of corruption was harder on me than I thought it would be. I can’t believe he brought Alex here, he tested positive last week and master has been training him non stop. I knew master was going to demand I go to the bathroom and receive his load at some point so I was eyeing my phone. I was pent up with my cock locked and jack at my house preventing me from being bred as much as normal. The last time my cock was locked I took at least 20 loads a day, not to mention all the fists and toys. Now every time master called me to his place it was just to film or prep for him breeding other slaves. I finally got the text from master. “Bathroom.Now.” And went straight for to men’s room barely excusing myself. I knew it seemed suspicious but i needed cock so bad. When I made it into the bathroom I realized it wasn’t master in there but Alex. “Hi sir” Alex said dazedly as he grabbed onto me “ master said it has been too long since you had his cum so he told me to feed you” he said giggling. “Open up” as he undid his pants I saw some of masters marks. His cock was freshly pierced with a PA and had a padlock tattoo above the base of his cock. As he turned around I saw “slut hole” tramp stamped on him with two cocks on each cheek pointing to his hole. His hole was plugged with a large black buttplug. I positioned myself beneath his hole as I pulled out the plug. Alex moaned as I took the plug out before quickly pressing my mouth to his hole. I could feel master’s warm seed sliding from him into me. His taste was immaculate as I shoved my tongue forward desperate for more. Alex was moaning as he pushed his wrecked cunt into my mouth. As I gobbled down the cum I felt Alex start to prolapse into my mouth. Soon the flow of master and Alex’s juices stop and I took my lips from his cunt. “Thank you sir” he moaned reaching for his plug on the ground. “Uh uh” I said “ that’s mine now” I told him as I pulled up his pants. He was too high to give any resistance so he just nodded and left. I undid my pants and pushed the plug through the pig hole I already had inserted into my cunt. It popped in base and all and I pulled up my pants and went back to dinner even though I was already full

Fuck me bareback, i get your cum. Fuck me with a condom, i ALWAYS let them watch, as i get out my lube shooter, suck their cum up and shoot it inside my asscunt. Almost every time they will get hard again, just from watching. A few will change their mind about condoms and fuck me raw. The others will fuck me with a condom, just because they want to watch me push their cum inside me once again. Either way, i win...i get their seed inside me, where it belongs!!!

I can't imagine suffering in the heat with a full leather setup down there; the humidity alone would make me strip down to the bare essentials. Perhaps that's a blessing in disguise, for I know I wouldn't be alone in my need for relief.

Here's mine...

I staggered down the hallway, my legs shaking with every step, with the two frat boys supporting me from either side. I could feel the cum that had escaped from my ass during my most recent breeding running down my legs. I felt dirty and used and proud of it, I wasn’t quite sure how that was possible but I knew that I had done a good job for these men. I once again had the sensation of feeling completely fulfilled and the desperate need for more cock and cum. The boys led me into a room at the far end of the apartment. I stumbled through the red door and gasped, at the back of this seemingly normal apartment was a playroom. In the middle of the room hung a sling, a fuck-bench sat over on one side, two huge cabinets took up one whole wall. All over the black painted were hung picture of boys in a sling getting fucked, guessed from the video earlier that these were all boys who had been fucked in the very sling that now hung in front of me. “Welcome to my playroom boy,” Anthony announce stepping out from a door at the back of the room. He was sill naked but now had added a leather harness across his chest and a thick black cock ring to the base of his magnificent cock. “This is where you are going to spend the rest of your night finally becoming what you were always meant to be, a cumdump for any and all men who need one. So how about you hop up unto the sling and we’ll start your first video.” I walked as quickly as I could with the massive plug still wedged in my ass and my legs being as shaky as they were. I lifted myself into the sling and lay back. “Good boy, alright now you two go get ready for tonight. Max you’re gonna be the second bottom tonight.” A look of glee crossed Max’s face at this and the two made to leave through the door the Anthony had entered. “Tom, give him some of nature’s lube too for tonight.” “Yes Sir!” And with that the two of them were gone. “You enjoyed our resident frat boys then did you?” “Yeah. Tom’s cock is…” “Stretched your hole out good boy… Well he’s about to do the same to Max.” “Lucky.” “I found those two on line their freshman year, I fucked and bred them all of their first semester and then at Christmas Break I introduced them to each other and started using them to help break in new bottom boys like you. Tom is a far better top then he ever was bottom, so is Max really but with those fat round furry ass cheeks he was clearly meant to take cock too. Did they promise you a double penetration tonight boy?” “Yes!” “You sound excited, I did well picking you. You are never going to be the same after tonight boy, especially after taking their cocks together. I wouldn’t be surprised if you spend your breaks either here in my sling or in the back from of some bathhouse taking loads up your cunt.” Anthony came over to the sling with a hand held camera in his hand, he flicked it on and said, “We’ve got a new boy here today, until this afternoon he was a safe-sex-only bottom boy, but now he’s learned what he really is. Show us your hole boy.” Yesterday I would never have allowed someone to film me naked, but now with four loads sloshing around in my cunt held in by a fat plug covered in a slick stinking fuck sweat I lifted my legs up into the sling revealing my used up cum covered ass for the camera. “Good boy, alright boy tell the folks at home your name and what you are.” “My name is Mark and I’m a cumslut for raw cock.” “How many loads have you had up your cunt today?” “Four.” “How many do you want?” “As many as you can get me.” “Perfect. Ok now boy you stay there for a few minutes and I’m going to go check on who’s coming to your coming out party and then I’ll be back to give you one more load before they start showing up. Hang tight cunt.” Anthony left the room and I laid back in the sling, my legs still spread and my plugged hole exposed to the open door to the hallway. Staring at the ceiling I realized that there was a television mounted facing down, “strange,” I thought. As I lay there, despite my intense arousal I started to feel exhausted, and slowly drifted off to the sleep to the sounds of Max getting bred in the next room…