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Especially for Easter, an exciting and intense story. The story will consist of several parts. Here is the first part, largely the introduction, but which is an important part of the ongoing story. have fun reading and I look forward to the reactions and reviews. Part 1: My first move The bus smells like stale air and old vinyl seats, but I barely notice it. My fingers tap against my thigh, restless. Outside the window, the city lights blur past-neon signs for bars, a small laundromat still open at this hour, clusters of people laughing under streetlamps. I' ve only been in the city for three weeks ; everything still feels so new. It is a stark contrast to the sleepy hum of my hometown, a place where the biggest excitement is the annual county fair. Here, every brick, every shadow, holds a story, a secret. I press my forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching the neon blur of storefronts paint streaks across the pane. My breath fogs against the glass, a transient cloud obscuring the urban landscape, much like the uncertainty swirling inside me. So many people, so many different kinds and stories . I adjust the collar of my shirt, though it is not tight -just something to do with my hands. The party invite had said *Easter Bunny Bash*, all caps like it was shouting at me. I'd signed up without thinking much. I just clicked the button before I could chicken out. Now, the bus is slowly nearing the address, and my stomach twists . Not exactly nervous. More like... electric. After a while, the bus groaned and started to slow down. It halts, a sigh of hydraulic air escaping underneath. *This is it.* I grab the strap of my small duffel bag, my knuckles white. The address I'd painstakingly typed into my phone is glowing, a digital beacon guiding me to this new chapter. It is not just a new city; it is a new me. The small town had offered comfort, yes, but also a cage, its bars forged from whispered judgments and unspoken expectations. Here, anonymity is a cloak, a shield, and permission, all rolled into one. I can be anyone, do anything. Tonight, I plan to do "everything". Stepping off the bus, the night air hits me, thick with the scent of exhaust fumes, something sweet from a nearby bakery, and an underlying current of something electric, almost dangerous. My eyes scan the street. A block ahead, a constellation of neon lights bleeds into the darkness, painting the sidewalk in lurid reds, blues, and electric purples. The sauna is easy to spot. A glowing pink sign pulses above the door, casting ripples of light across the wet pavement. - The Rabbit Hole-, the sign pulsating in neon pink light. Below it, a smaller sign, equally vibrant, flashes : Easter Bunny Bash - Tonight! photo of the building and the street Men are walking in and out, most of them dressed casually , almost anonymous . A nervous feeling is stirring in my stomach, like anxious butterflies. This is not just any party. This is *the* party. The one I signed up for online, a daring click of a button that felt both terrifying and exhilarating at the time I signed in. I, Luke, nineteen years old, fresh out of the small-town closet, am about to lose my virginity right here in the big city. Not to some awkward fumbling in a college dorm, but here, in this labyrinth of desire, at a gay sauna, surrounded by men who know exactly what they do and want... what I want... My past flickers through my mind like a poorly edited movie: stolen glances in high school hallways, the hesitant, clumsy experiments with my own body under the sheets, the few furtive hookups that never went beyond touching, kissing , or a quick blowjob in a parked car or toilet. *Sucking cock.* That was the furthest I have gone in my sexual experience. I am still a blank canvas, eager for color, for texture, for the messy, vibrant strokes of real intimacy. I crave more than just sensation; I crave connection, even if it is just for one night, a raw, primal connection that bypasses all the societal filters, getting more experience , to take the next step in my own exploration of my sexuality. I want it and I'll get it tonight. The closer I get to the neon glow, the louder the music gets, coming out of the building, a low, rhythmic beat that seems to synchronize with my own heartbeat . My hands are getting clammy. What am I exactly expecting? Do I have doubts? I'm getting more and more nervous. The website had been vague, tantalizing. "Embrace your inner bunny," I had read, "let your desires run wild." I had clicked "bottom," a decision that felt both instinctual and strategic. I knew I liked to submit, to be taken, to be led . That's what I always do. I always let the other guy take the lead, to seduce me, to kiss me, and even guide me to suck his cock. So I'll let myself be led again, but with a goal... I want to be filled, stretched, claimed. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and anticipation. Slowly, I walk to the entrance . A bored-looking guy with a clipboard glances up as I approach . "Hi, im Luke, i signed up for...." I stutter nervously. "Confirmation mail..." he says loudly . I fumble for my phone, pulling up the confirmation email. "No name, just a code. All anonymous" he says, almost confirming that that was why he didn't want to hear my name. He scans it, nods , and jerks his chin toward the dimly lit hallway behind him. "Front hall. They'll get you set up." The guy opens the door as I slowly walk in. I swallow deeply , nervous as I am, as I take a step inside. The front hall is warmer than I expected, humid air sticking to my skin the second I step inside. It smells faintly of chlorine and something muskier underneath. A thumping bass of the music is vibrating through the floor, up my feet, and into my bones. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This is it. No turning back now. Let's see what this party will bring me and how I'll walk out of here again. I step through a short, dimly lit corridor ; the sound of laughter and distant music is growing louder before I emerge into an open hall. My eyes widen . The room is a riot of color and guys. It is turned into some sort of Easter bunny setting - lots of pink, yellow flowers, green fake grass, eggs... you name it. A group of guys is swirling around, most still wearing their casual street clothes but with an undeniable air of expectation. There are signs hanging on the ceiling , tops and bottoms , guiding which line you have to stand in . I just arrived on time, at the starting time, so if I have to guess, most guys are already inside. I look at which line I have to stand in; bottom , there are just four guys in front of me in this line. As I walk to the line, I see him. He is standing in the center of the hall, lit up by some pulsating light, a figure who embodies pure power. His eyes are dark black, his jawline tight. His body... just huge and muscular . He is enormous, a towering sculpture of muscle and dark skin, dressed in a surprisingly pristine white bunny suit. The ears, long and floppy, almost try to hide a face that has all sharp angles , a face that shows sexual amusement, a dominant sexual face and grin. A broad, confident smile stretches across his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth. His chest presses tight against the soft, fluffy fabric. Tight, as if he were about to tear out of it. His arms... bigger than my upper legs... a rough but gentle , most sexy fluffy bunny I have ever seen. He is holding a large wicker basket, overflowing with plastic eggs in every color: ruby red, emerald green, sapphire blue, sunny yellow. My breath hitched. He... this bunny... is breathtaking, a walking, breathing fantasy. My nervousness spikes, replaced by a potent cocktail of lust, excitement, and awe. The line is slowly, but steadily , getting smaller and smaller. Before I even know it, I'm in the front , still gazing at him. His smile widens and a predatory gleam appears in his dark gaze. "Welcome, little bunny," his voice rumbles, deep and smooth, like warm honey. It cuts through the music playing in the background , his voice pulling me even more into his orbit while he gestures to the basket. "Pick your fate." My legs feel like lead, but I force myself forward, one step after another, until I stand right before him. His presence is overwhelming, a heat radiating from him that makes my skin prickle. He smells a bit exotic, a mix of spices and clean sweat. I swallow as I reach into the basket, my fingers brushing against the smooth, cool plastic of the eggs before grabbing a bright yellow one. It feels lighter than it looks. Slowly, I pull it out of the basket. "A yellow one," he smirks while his eyes twinkle. He watches me, deep in my eyes ; his gaze is intense as I twist the two halves apart from the fake yellow egg. Inside, nestled on a bed of synthetic grass, I find a single, vibrant yellow jockstrap. It is made of a thin, stretchy, almost translucent fabric. I can't imagine it will hide anything, especially my ass. My heart is pulsing in my throat . I know what this means ; I need to wear this. This is the bottom sign . All the guys signed in as bottoms would get special colored clothing, and I just picked my color to play. The black guy, dressed up as a bunny, leans closer to me, his voice dropping to a low, dominastic whisper, his breath warm against my ear. The scent of him is intoxicating, creating a shiver that runs down my spine. "This means your special color is yellow, little bunny ," he smirks softly. He pulls back as he straightens his body again, his smile slowly turning into a full-blown grin. "Go to the changing rooms. You'll find them at the back ; just walk down that hallway and go to the right. Get rid of everything else. This," he points to the yellow jockstrap, "is all you'll be wearing tonight." I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. My voice gone, so I can only nod to him slowly , my eyes still locked into his. "And listen carefully, boy," he continues, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music, but intimate enough to feel like a secret shared only with me. "Anyone who picks a yellow egg, they get to play with you. No exceptions... And the rules? You set them. Or you don't. The party host is not responsible for anything that happens in here tonight. This is your journey. Your adventure. Your pleasure. And your pain." A shiver of fear, excitement, temptation , and lust shoots through me. *My pleasure. My pain.* The words resonate deep within. Some primal feelings occur , the feeling of being hunted, wanting to be hunted, wanting to be owned. Some feeling I did not know I possessed. "Understood?" he asks, his gaze watching me deep in my eyes. I only manage to nod again, my voice lost somewhere in the sudden rush of adrenaline. "Good boy." He winks . "Now go. Have fun." I turn around , the yellow jockstrap clutched in my hand. Slowly, I start to walk up the hallway, then to the right and right to the changing rooms . I'll pick one . The changing room is small, individual, with a narrow bench, a mirror, and a hook on the wall. I slip inside, the flimsy door clicking shut behind me. A single fluorescent light above me casts a harsh glow on the worn tile floor. I strip off my clothes, each item feeling heavier than the last. My jeans, my t-shirt, my boxers - I lay them in a pile on the bench, a small mound of fabric representing the cautious, inexperienced boy I am about to shake off. In just a few minutes, I am completely naked in the changing room , watching myself in a mirror that's hanging in front of me, my white naked skin in the cool air, my blond curly hair . My body, fit from years of casual sports, has no chest hair ; my pubes are carefully shaved smooth just for tonight. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but ready. As I watch myself, I'm getting a bit hard ; it is a mix of nerves and desire. I can feel my cock swelling up slightly from expectations of what will come. I pick up the yellow jockstrap. The fabric feels surprisingly soft against my fingers while I pull it up my legs, over my hips, the elastic waistband tight against my skin. My cock, clearly visible and a bit hard, is pushing against the thin fabric. This fabric won't hide anything, I guess. My ass, round and clearly visible , the fabric is pushing tight against my hole. I feel exposed, ready to be used. It is revealing, almost obscene, but a thrill shoots through me. This is it. This is my uniform for the night. My invitation. My surrender. I stare at my reflection in the mirror on the wall. My blonde curly hair, my eyes wide and a little wild. I take a deep, shaky breath. *No limits.* That's what I'd told myself before I signed in. I want to be dominated, to be challenged, to flirt, to play. I want to experience everything, every sensation, every nuance of pleasure and pain. This is not just about losing my virginity; it is about finding myself, pushing boundaries, exploring the depths of my own desires. I run a hand over my shaven pubes, and grab my balls through the thin yellow fabric. The jockstrap feels like a second skin, so tight and tender. The thought of all the eyes, all these hands, on me, on my body, sends a wave of heat through me. I imagine the hard fucking, the exquisite pain, the primal release. A dark, exhilarating anticipation pulses in my chest. I take one last look at my reflection. The boy from the small town is gone. Tonight, I am the yellow bottom , a willing prey, ready to step into the unknown. I push the changing room door open to the other side. The sound of a party rushes in, the music, the beats, the men talking, sounds of pleasure and whirlpools and splashing, a symphony of desire, as I walk my first steps into the gay sauna, into..... the Easter Bunny Bash.....

Part 2 I couldn’t quite understand what had happened. Twenty minutes ago I was having a shower and planning my day, now I was impaled by a massive cock inside my virgin ass. I continued to tremble, my body reacting in shock to this invasion, Steven still hand one hand about my throat, holding me tight against him while the other continued to play with my cock – humiliatingly hard despite the violation I was undergoing – despite the pain in my ass, was a little part of me enjoying this? I’d never been particularly into guys, and definitely not disgusting creeps like my landlord, and yet my cock was rock hard under his teasing, stroking hand. “Well well, for someone who doesn’t want fucked, you sure sat on my dirty cock quick enough, didn’t you boy? Tsk, tsk, such a little slut – you have no idea where that thing has been…” Steven chuckled breathily into my ear. I closed my eyes and shuddered. “Mmm, so tight too – for now anyway. You keep taking bare cock like this and you’ll get a lot less tight as well as everything else you’ve got coming to you, you little cock tease. You’ve been flaunting that nice body around here for months, well now its my turn to tease you a little.” His hand continued to stroke my cock. My body began to acclimatise to the burn and stretch of my poor arsehole, the feeling of fullness as my guts tried to accommodate the massive cock and I relaxed just a fraction. With my eyes still closed, I began to moan gently – my body betraying me as the hand on my dick brought me close to the edge. Then stopped. Stevens hand paused at the top of its stroke, and even with everything happening, I was frustrated at the lack of release. “Fuck...I’m so close to cumming…” I whispered. “Oh? That’s a pity. But if you want to cum, you’re going to have to fuck my hand. I’m not going to put in all the work here.” His fingers were still wrapped around my cock loosely. My body responded instinctively, my hips moving upwards as my need for release drove me to do what he said and try to fuck his hand to cum. The motion also slid my hole up his cock a little, the movement sending a bolt of stinging sensation through me at the same time as my cock sent a bolt of pleasure. I gasped at the mixed feelings rushing through me, but again my cock overrode whatever else I was thinking and I did it again. And again. Fucking myself on the impaling cock as I fucked his hand, overwhelmed by the conflicting urges. “Oh, you really are a slut. I’m going to enjoy knocking you up.” I heard the words but couldn’t quite parse his meaning. I also didn’t care in that exact moment, because a second or two later my cock erupted in one the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. I shot ropes of cum up to my chest and over my stomach, gasping as my body tensed then relaxed, I fell back against Steven’s chest and panted. “Hope you enjoyed your last negative cum shot.” Steven said in my ear as his hand gently caressed my sensitive cock. “Wha..negative?…” I struggled to find words in my post-orgasm state. Now that I’d came, the pain of the cock rearranging my guts was more at the fore front of my mind. “Yeah, I’m assuming you’re HIV negative, right?” My blood ran cold as I began to grasp what was actually happening to me. “Or were at least, because now it’s my turn, and I doubt you will be by the time I’m done with you boy.” Steven’s hand left my cock and grasped my hip again as the hand around my throat suddenly tightened, cutting off all but the slightest trickle of air. I tried to struggle, but Steven basically ignored this as he rolled us over leaving me face down on the couch under him with his cock still buried to the hilt inside me. He slid first one then both knees in between mine forcing my legs apart. He moved from having his hand around my throat to having his arm locked around it in a headlock. My body had adapted ever so slightly to the cock inside me, but there was no preparation for what it was about to endure. He began to fuck me hard, pulling his cock all the way out before slamming it back in – I would have screamed in agony if I’d had the air in my lungs, but all I could manage was a pained wheeze, my nostrils filled with the damp smell of the BO coming from the man raping my recently virgin arse. He grunted in my ear as he power fucked me, balls slapping against my taint each time his hips met the cheeks. My vision started to go slightly dark around the edges as I fought for air. The pain was incredible, but it felt like my hole was getting wetter somehow as he drilled me, something lubricating his shaft some mixture of pre-cum and blood from tearing. Thankfully, right before I was a bout to pass out, his arm around my throat loosened enough for me to catch a gasping breath as he growled in my ear and gave a few final forceful thrusts before burying himself fully. His body tensed and through the burning in my hole I felt his cock twitch. After a moment he relaxed and collapsed on top of me, cock still deep inside me. I trembled and whimpered underneath him. What the fuck? Did I have this dirty old perverts poisonous cum inside me? What was I going to do?

There is a topic about the age at which you took your first load. I want to know at what age did you first experience rimming, either giving or receiving. As with everything else, I was a late starter. I was first eaten during my first sexual experience in my late 20s, by a man who was 19 years older than me. I thought I was going to fly off of the bed the first time his tongue touched my hole. He was so good at rimming, that when it came time to fuck me, I was so relaxed, that he was able to slide in, using a condom unfortunately, without the least bit of discomfort. When I first rimmed a guy, there was absolutely no chance of me flying off of the bed, because my face was glued between his ass cheeks because it smelled, tasted and felt so good doing it. I’ve said it in other topics, but I believe that rimming is truly one of the major pleasures of being a gay man. When was your first time. Thanks.

Anyone else love this? If I'm having fun with a guy and he asks where to cum I sometimes say shoot on my dick and I wank with his cum, feels good stroking it all over my dick until I shoot a load, or I shoot on his dick and wank him with it. Guys get horny doing it, but nobody else seems to do it? I've never seen it in porn either. Normally it's a bit cum, and bit lube or spit. But few days ago I had a very hot experience. I was meeting with a discreet married bi guy at a hotel. Didn't start out hot, I felt misled because he was using old pics and said he was maybe 10 year younger than he was, so didn't have the most amazing chemistry with him. It wasn't one of those times you fall in to bed kissing and blow each other like your dicks are the best tasting thing on earth. Friendly regular guy though, I was horny enough and happy enough to wank together. When he's ready to cum I said shoot on my dick. I just felt like having his married dad load on my dick. He shot one of the biggest loads I've ever seen, just keep pumping it out. My dick was covered in hot thick cum and dripping off my nuts. Suddenly I was rock hard and really into things. Great cum too, not just the amount, I was edging, taking my time, stuff didn't go sticky or anything, just carried on nice and juicy and silky smooth until I couldn't hold it in any more and shot one of my bigger loads. I didn't think I'd see him again, I left thinking I wouldn't. But now I keep thinking about his cum and how it felt all over my dick. So I messaged him again today. I'm not that in to him, kind of neutral really, but that cum made amazing lube. So, anyone else like wanking with cum?

I’m a faggot!!

I feed my cocksucker every Monday and Tuesday. So it's Monday - so I visited him this afternoon. He texts me his hours on each day. He also posts on a hookup site - kind of like Craigslist but not Craigslist. I don't know if I can mention the name. Anyway. I arrived and while he was nursing on my cock - he loves doing that - guy #2 shows up. He's about 55ish. Nice cock. My cocksucker knows I like to watch so he started sucking the new guy. While sucking guy #2, guy #3 shows up. He's a younger guy - probably around 28ish. My Cocksucker finished off #2 - and always the polite Cocksucker thanks the guy for his load. Guy #3 sits next to me and my cocksucker starts working on his cock. This guy was smooth chested. I sucked his nipples - he seemed to like that. This guy was in blow job heaven. This guy reminded me what it felt like in my 20's and getting sucked just because someone wanted to suck my cock. 🙂. Anyway my cocksucker finished me off. Guy #3 stared kissing me - that was hot in itself. I love cumming in a cocksuckers's mouth - especially while my tongue is in another man's mouth. As usual it was a big load - 4 days worth - greedily swallowed. I let the two alone so the cocksucker could enjoy guy #3. I'll be back tomorrow for my Tuesday head. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 24 - A Morning After Jordyn opened his eyes. He felt the smooth sheets against his naked body and then winced as he tried to move. Everything ached - especially his back and his nipples. He raised the sheet and glanced down. When he saw the rings there he knew that this time none of it had been a dream and that this time there would be no waking up in his bed at the family home. Memories flooded into his mind of all that had happened. The ceremony, the street thugs, the cum and the piss. Then his breeding. All of those men, all of that cock. There had been WAY too many men. By the time they had lifted him into the sling he had been pretty much out of it. Maybe the poppers had something to do with that. Anyway, he couldn't remember much after Clyde had... That explained why his back hurt. He shifted and felt a new focus of discomfort. It wasn't that surprising - his hole had taken a lot of cock and he hazily remembered something else too. Despite all the discomforts he now felt his little dicklet rise to full attention. That somehow didn't seem right. The door opened. "Oh hi sweetie you are back with us!" "I've been asleep," he said groggily. "Oh only for about two days on and off," responded Spice breezily. Her peroxide hair was its usual stark contrast with the dark make-up around her eyes. "I've been coming in to check on your piercings and artwork. It's all fine. Now we need to get you washed and some food into you." Jordyn looked around him again. He was in a small room. It was really only a bed and a chair and a wardrobe. There was nothing personal about the room and he recognised it for what it was. A guest room. How many other young men had recovered here, how many had been looked after by Spice? He could ask her of course but it didn't really seem to matter. "Er - I've got some pain in my ... um." Spice looked at him like he was an idiot. "Well you let a crowd of big hairy guys at your sweet little virgin hole. Of course it hurts! It's nothing that spectacular - believe me I've seen a whole lot worse. Give it another couple of days and you'll be horny for more cock. Like I say I've seen this plenty of times before." Jordyn got out of bed and gingerly stood up. Hardly even registering the fact that he was naked. "Talking of horny," giggled Spice. She ushered him through into an adjoining little bathroom. Then she lathered her hand and carefully cleaned Jordyn's stiff little dicklet. "What's the reason for this then? Just pleased to see me?" Spice bit her lower lip as she grinned up at him. "No - I mean yes, I mean - I don't know. I was thinking about you know." "Oh well - I won't take offence. You've got rave reviews - you want to see?" Well of course he did. After thy had cleaned him up properly Spice handed him her phone. Jordyn took it and then paused. He knew this was likely to be exciting. "I'm not wearing my cage." Spice smiled at him. "It's in the draw of the bedside table sweetie." Jordyn found it while Spice went and ran some cold water onto her long fingers. A few judicious touches and Jordyn's little cock had shrunk enough to go back into its cage, where it belonged. Jordyn reached for the phone. Now he could enjoy himself. *** Over the next couple of days Jordyn watched the full three-hour film of his destruction all the way through three times, watched certain sections many more times than that. That last part, after all the men had emptied their balls a second time, when Ash had lubed up his entire hand. The young man's fingers and then wrist had disappeared into the gaping raw hole that even now Jordyn could hardly imagine was his. The hole of BoiFagBarbie. How had he taken that fist, almost that arm? Ash was quite slight but it still looked amazing. The fingers deep within BoiFagBarbie churning and mixing the toxic cum that filled him. Pushing it against any damage, any abrasions, any wounds in the healthy young faggot. Most amazing of all was the fact that until he had seen it on the video he really couldn't remember it. He had been too far gone by then. Had it only been poppers? Spice said that he hadn't been given anything else and he thought he could trust her. Had it just been his own horniness that had taken him so far out of reality? He loved reading what the men had written about it. The men who had been there and the men who had settled for a live pay-per-view or for receiving a copy of the edited down masterpiece via the internet. Jordyn's parents, of course, did not have to pay. They also still had a DVD player. A disc had appeared in their mail-box just as Jordyn's rules of submission had arrived that day which seemed like a lifetime ago. The personal delivery unnoticed, the man responsible unidentifiable even if a camera had caught him. It was the only physical copy ever produced but Jerome and his boys didn't skimp on such things. A talented young man had designed a beautiful cover. It was titled, 'The Making and Breaking of BoiFagBarbie,' with the cover picture separated into two halves. On one side the smiling and undeniably recognizable Jordan Myers stood outside of his family home. On the other BoiFagBarbie, his face plastered with make-up that had run from sweat and spit and cum and maybe even piss, naked in the sling with a dark-skinned man plowing his hole. The femboi's mouth open as he howled out his ecstasy. The pictures were so different and it seemed impossible to believe their message but they had been carefully chosen. Once you saw that the two young men were in fact the same young man then you could never un-see it. The only negative response had, strangely, been from the Breeding Zone. Apparently Jerome's account there had been banned permanently. They didn't approve of him snatching up all their cutest little prospects. That sort of thing couldn't be encouraged. They had a reputation to maintain! Fortunately, according to Spice, Jerome always had a couple of back-up accounts just for such contingencies. *** Jerome himself had been noticeable by his absence. It stayed that way until a couple of days later. However, when his owner did arrive he did so in company. Spice had answered the knock on the door and opened it to reveal Jerome and a Metro Police Officer. The latter looked stern and had a hand on the butt of his firearm as he waked into the apartment. He was a big man, over six feet tall and with a powerful physique. He was sort of familiar until you understood a man very like him was the perfectly-toned eye-candy on every Police procedural TV show. The Officer looked around him until he saw the person he was looking for. "You Jordan Myers? You've been reported missing and then reported kidnapped. This gentleman," he nodded at Jerome, "came forward with some different information. You got your ID?" Jordyn had no clue where his driving license was but fortunately Spice had it and handed it over. The Officer scrutinised it. Then he sent a stern glance at Spice and Jerome. They left the room and the officer closed the door behind them. "Take a seat," he said. His voice was deep and stern, just dreamy. Despite everything Jordyn felt the now familiar sensation of his dicklet straining against his cage. The Officer took a chair and pulled it close to Jordyn. So they could speak without being overheard. As he came close Jordyn felt he could sense the Officer's wonderful masculine musk. It made it really hard to concentrate on answering the inevitable questions. Confirming his identity. Stating that it had been his decision to leave home. Stating that he was here of his own free will. Confirming that he had not been forced to do anything. Finally, of course - "So you want me to take you home - to your parents?" "No sir - this is where I belong now, this is my new life." The Officer nodded and tapped his hand on Jordyn's thigh. "Well I figured it'd be something like that. The County people put the call in so we had to check it out. Apparently your Mom knew how things were but your Dad just couldn't believe it. He was keen to speak with you..." Jordyn was pretty sure that he was. He could just imagine it. The sermon, the rage, the abuse. He considered his response. "I'm happy to talk with them but they have to accept who I am and they'd have to address me by my real name. BoiFagBarbie." That was never going to happen. He knew that and he knew the Officer would too. He waited for a response. The Officer just stood up and laughed. He opened the door to let the others back into the room and to signal the end of the official interview. "OK - well I've got all I need for the report. Nobody is missing and nobody has been kidnapped. The subject has left home voluntarily and is living with a trans sex-worker. There is no coercion and the subject is believed to be active in local homosexual activities. Like I say that's all I need." He stood up and nodded to Jerome before leaving. Jordyn let out a huge sigh of relief. "He was, um, OK." Jerome let out his low mirthless laugh. "Hardly surprising." Spice had been spooling through a certain movie on her phone. She paused it and then showed the frozen picture to Jordyn. It was him! The Officer wasn't in uniform of course, in fact he was in a leather harness, but it was certainly him and he was obviously enjoying fucking BoiFagBarbie's cum-filled hole. The image made Jordyn feel horny and also proud. "Any news on our boi?" Jerome's voice, honed on decades of cigarettes, was directed at Spice. She shook her head. "Well - it's still early yet." Jerome clapped his hands once. Jordyn clicked seamlessly into BoiFagBarbie mode. He stripped off his clothes and knelt down on the sofa with his rear end sticking out and wiggling enticingly. Jerome inspected the little faggot's money-maker. Amazing how these young holes could bounce back. He lubed a finger and gently applied it. BoiFagBarbie signed with pleasure. Jerome felt that perfect little boi-hole relax to let him in and then tighten as if it was milking his finger. The little slut was a natural for sure. More to the point his hole was ready for use again. Jerome withdrew his finger and only for a moment paused to enjoy that perfect bubble booty swaying for him. Then he lubed up the object in his other hand. A nice thick butt-plug with an enamelled biohazard symbol visible when it was inserted. The boi grunted and moaned a little while Jerome was getting it in but that hole was made for good big objects. Cocks, plugs, fists, whatever - BoiFagBarbie had the makings of a fine young size pig. "Feel good?" Jerome's voice rasped into Jordyn's ear once the plug was fully inserted "Yes sir - really good sir." It did - it felt REALLY good. No pain at all once he'd had the initial stretch - just a wonderful fullness. Just like when Jerome and Wolf had double-fucked him. "Clothes on," instructed Jerome. Spice scampered off to find something and returned with the collar. Black leather with 'BoiFagBarbie' picked out in silver letters. She attached it around Jordyn's neck and then Jerome clipped a leash onto the collar. "Now we're ready," said Jerome and he led his little boi-slut out of the apartment. ***

I mostly agree, however if you are waving a hard dick around in a darkroom or in rarer cases group play spaces, you can expect to get groped and if you don't stop them have your dick guided into their mouth or ass, I don't resist and usually wind up fucking them at least briefly. I have an orgy that I like to go to in LA that literally has a list of what you are consenting to posted outside their darkroom, one of the advisories is you are free to grope and will be groped, and one of the rules is no talking, so there is no verbal consent. The last line on the notice is "enjoy!", and I do whole heartedly every chance I get. I've never had a guy that I don't know at all walk up and shove his dick up my ass uninvited other than when I'm bent over or legs up in an group play space, but have had guys who I have gotten to know intimately that will walk up and shove their dick up my ass while I'm fucking or sucking another guy at an orgy. Rather than make a scene telling them NO I always make sure I thank them one way or another quite often by trading places with them every few minutes. There are some of us that really do enjoy both positions and flipping with the same guy. None of those things happen very often at orgies or sex venues in the PNW, I won't force myself on anyone, but standing around for hours watching guys pose and get blue balls in a sexually charged atmosphere with absolutely no actual sex happening, which is the norm here, frustrates me and can see that it could drive some guys to push it to try to get something started more than is acceptable by local custom. Presenting as open as you possibly can, does present problems, the poster on the other thread gets guys trying to fuck themselves on him, which actually welcome. I get guys that either just start having what I consider pointless foreplay with me or try to insist we go somewhere more private to have foreplay or something even less than foreplay.

Finally got around to continuing this story - Part 4 The combination of the all the alcohol, pain medication, the poppers, Maximum Impact, plus the emotional/sexual overload from feeling John’s toxic load pumped deep in my ass, pushed me into a trance. When I slowly returned to consciousness, I could feel John’s hard cock pressing against my butt cheeks. He had an arm wrapped around me and was alternating between playing with my nipples and playing with my cock and balls. “How long have I been out of it?”, I asked John. “About 20 minutes. How are you feeling?”, John asked. “I still feel the alcohol and the high from the pain pill, but the high from the other things has worn off.” John got up off the bed and helped me sit up. He reached into his bag and took out a bottle of Gatorade, handing it to me. “Drink up. You need to keep yourself hydrated. Is the evening meeting your expectations?” “This is way above anything I imagined. The intensity of it was unreal.” As I sat there drinking the Gatorade I noticed that my cock was rock hard. It was bobbing up and down as if was shaking it’s head in agreement. “From the moment I began sucking your gorgeous cock, until you were pumping your load deep in my ass, all I could think about was your cock and my ass. I forgot all about my cock and my own orgasm. It was like my ass was the only source of my pleasure. My cock and balls ceased to exist.” John smiled. “Good. I am glad you enjoyed it. You found the symbol cleverly disguised in my tattoo. Are you still okay with me shooting my load deep in you?” “YES! It is so freeing! The fear is completely gone. I feel free to give into all my fantasies and desires now without fear or guilt.” John reached down and cupped my smooth shaved ball sack in his hand and began to slowly squeeze and release my balls, like he was pumping them up. “It is time for another decision. You wanted my raw cock in your ass and you gave into your desire. You fantasized about a Poz cock shooting deep in you. You suspected that I was Poz and you had many opportunities to stop throughout the day, yet decision after decision that you made brought you closer to realizing your fantasy. Yes I am Poz and I stopped my meds about 9 months ago so I have a high viral load. Right now my toxic cum is slowly being absorbed into your body. The grain alcohol and the pain pill dissolved in it will have slightly irritated the lining of your ass, so absorption of my cum is easier. You can lay here and sleep for a few hours until the alcohol has worn off then safely drive home. You have 24 to 48 hours to get to a clinic and start on Post Exposure meds to keep you from becoming Poz. You can also choose to continue playing some more tonight and see how much more thrilling the night can be. Decision time.” John’s gentle squeezing of my balls had my cock rock hard and throbbing. It was bobbing up and down, YES, YES, YES. The thought of John’s toxic cum seeping into my blood was making my ass tingle. I had plenty of time to get to a clinic and start meds. What would it hurt to play some more? “Will I get another load of your toxic cum deep in my ass?” “Yes, if you decide to continue playing tonight, and probably some loads from others if you want. They may or may not be Poz ones. Decision time.” I am sure John knew what my decision was going to be, but putting the choice on me a step at a time built the desires and slowly gnawed away at any logical thoughts. “I want to get fucked some more”, I said. I had finished the bottle of Gatorade. John opened another bottle and poured some more into my empty bottle. Then he pulled out a cock ring and proceeded to put it on over my cock and balls. “The pain pill will be wearing off in another hour or so, and the alcohol will also be wearing off. You are free to play just the way you are, but you seem to really enjoy being high. I have something to enhance the experience if you want. Decision time.” John held out a blue pill, which I knew was a Viagra. He also had a small vial with a clear liquid that he was poised to add to my Gatorade. I had taken Viagra before, so I had no concerns. I had no idea what the other stuff was but the thought of a repeat of being aware of nothing but a cock in my ass was driving my decision. The cock ring was accentuating my shaved cock and balls and my cock was bobbing up and down. John watched as I looked down at my bobbing cock. Then I looked up at John, staring directly into his eyes. He knew that my cock had answered for me. With a big smile John poured a little of the clear liquid into my Gatorade and swirled it around to mix it. He held the Gatorade bottle and the Viagra out to me. “Decision time.”. I could take the Viagra with a little sip of the Gatorade. Then I could see how the stuff in the Gatorade affected me. What would it hurt to just take a little bit of it? Once I knew how it affected me, I could drink a little more if I wanted to or stop and dump it down the drain. As I shifted my weight sitting on the bed, I felt something bump against my leg. It was the soda bottle with the cotton balls and poppers. John had a huge smile on his face as he watched me grab the soda bottle. Unscrewing the top, I shoved it up my right nostril and took a huge hit, I held it in for a few seconds then shoved it up my left nostril and took another huge hit. I put the top back on as I held in the second hit. Then as the rush hit I took the Viagra and Gatorade bottle from John. I popped the Viagra into my mouth and then a huge drink of the Gatorade. As soon as I swallowed it down, I raised the bottle to my lips again and quickly gulped the rest of it down. John had grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. He grabbed my bottle with the poppers in one hand and grabbed my rock hard cock with his other one. With a little tug from him I stood up. Opening the door to the room he said, “Let’s go play”.

Since I was a child I lived in the same neighborhood, with the same neighbors. I played on the street with the usual people, until we grew up and moved away. All the houses in the neighborhood had a child my age, except that of the neighbor on the right, who lived alone. Everyone said he was gay, so no one came close to him. But I always thought they were envious, because he had the biggest house in the region, with a pool and everything. My parents always treated him well, invited him to my birthday parties and he gave me great gifts, so I was always courteous to him too. When I was fourteen, my mother was diagnosed with cancer, and it was Pablo, the neighbor, who took care of me while my father was in the hospital with her. In the two years that followed until the death of my mother, we created a bond almost like father and son. At that time, I already knew that he was really gay, I had met some of his boyfriends, and he was the first person to whom I told that I was also gay. What I didn't told him was that I had a secret crush on him, after all, a skinny teenager like me would never have a chance with a mature, 36-year-old man, wealthy and well resolved like him. I had already spent countless afternoons in the pool at Pablo's house, and when he went swimming with me, I would look at his strong, hairy body, with that big volume in his trunks and all the tattoos he had on his body. He told me to wear swim trunks, but I always wore shorts, so he wouldn't notice my erection. My father was very depressed after my mother's death and started drinking, so whenever I could, I would run away to Pablo’s. He had even given me a copy of his key, so I could come in and watch TV or use the computer when he was gone working. One day, as usual, I went to his house during his working hours, thinking it would be empty. I was starting to settle in the living room when I heard a groaning noise coming from his room. I went there in silence and came across a scene that left my jaw dropping. Pablo was fucking another man with all the pressure. The guy was under him, in a chicken position, while Pablo fucked him mercilessly. His hairy, juicy ass was in front of me, as were his huge balls. The guy moaned and screamed like he was in paradise. For a moment, I thought the man under him had seen me, because he whispered something in Pablo's ear after looking at the door. But I was well hidden in the shades and they just kept fucking, without looking in my direction. I was looking at that scene for some time, my dick exploding in my underwear, when I heard Pablo saying: “Do you want my cum?” ”Yes, I really want it”, the other man shouted in ecstasy. “And what kind of cum is it?”, asked Pablo. “It's poz cum.” "Say what you want then," ordered my neighbor. “I want you to poz me, to fill me with HIV.” Hearing that was strange. First, because I didn't know that my neighbor had HIV. Second, the other guy was getting fucked without a condom on purpose, literally begging to be infected. A few seconds after that, I heard Pablo howling, and I knew he was coming inside the passive's ass, injecting him with his virus-contaminated semen. I turned away in silence, left his house and ran to mine. My cock was still hard and drooling in my underwear, so I ran to the bathroom and touched myself remembering the scene I had just witnessed. I came as I never had in my life, I had to restrain myself from screaming otherwise I would get my dad's attention. I didn't fully understand why the guy wanted to be infected with a virus that had no cure, but I realized how that would feel in sex. Because it was bigger than just sex, they were creating a bond that would last until the end of their lives, something totally irreversible. I never mentioned any of that to anyone, obviously, because people would find it strange and try to get me away from Pablo. I continued to act normally with him, but in a way our relationship was no longer the same, because I knew his secret. The more the time passed, the more I understood the fetish that man had to be pozzed by my neighbor. It was literally putting your life in the hands of the other, and I didn't know a better person than my neighbor to have that kind of trust. I started researching the subject on the internet and discovered that there was a whole community with this type of fetish. The more videos I watched, the more I became horny about it. I even lost track of how many handjobs I gave myself imagining my neighbor doing that to me. It was in these researches that I discovered that a tattoo that he had just above the swimsuit mark meant that he was positive and that he was proud of it. One day, when we were sitting by the pool, I got some courage and said: “I really like your tattoos, when I turn 18, I want to get some done.” "Tattooing is something that when you do the first one, you get addicted," he said. “Would you be upset if I had one just like yours?”, I asked. “Which one?” he wanted to know. "The one over the swim trunks," I said innocently. “I think it's very beautiful.” He smiled a little condescendingly, as if I had no idea what I was talking about and said: “That one has a very special meaning for me, someday I’ll explain it to you.” I didn't ask anything because I already knew what it meant, and he closed the matter too. But I realized that from that day on he started looking at me differently, as if he were evaluating me. At that time, I was starting to gain some muscle, because I was going to the gym and my body was starting to develop as well. There was hair growing in corners that I never imagined I could have it, and I left everything to be natural, just as I had seen that Pablo was. I thought he could be evaluating me in that matter, seeing the changes in my body, but he never said anything. Time passed and our relationship remained the same as always. It was childish of me to still hope to be with a man twenty years older than me, who thought about me as if I was his son more than anything.

Chapter 23 - Howling for Wolf Jerome grasped BoiFagBarbie and pulled him down to him. Wrapped his arms around that slim cute body and held him close. Kept his own hips moving as he did so and felt the little fag relax into him, taking all the cock his Owner was giving him. The boi was undeniably a natural, undeniably a talent. A sweet hole for any man to fuck. Jerome was enjoying just that, feeling the pleasure of taking young hole. Even better he knew about this boy, knew his background. There was something extra special about plowing a hole like this. One unconsciously primed and prepared for him by this boy's parents. They had to be real pieces of shit but Jerome didn't care. In the end Jerome was getting what he wanted and that was all that mattered. Jerome pushed the boy's nose down against his skin. He felt the young man inhale deeper, like his masculine skin was poppers or some shit. Well, for some real lucky little faggots apparently it was. He powered a few slightly deeper strokes into that fine little hole, not giving his fucktoy it all, not just yet. Then he held still, gripped the fag tight and nodded to Wolf. Wolf had been waiting. He'd taken the opportunity to spread some lube on his own nine inches of dark meat. Jerome didn't feel it necessary but what could Wolf say maybe he was just an old sentimentalist. Anyway Wolf moved forward and down onto the pale back held in Jerome's arms. If BoiFagBarbie hadn't understood what was about to happen then the sudden weight and warmth of Wolf's body let him know. Wolf frowned as he felt the young man's body react and tense. That tightening no doubt felt great on Jerome's cock but it wouldn't make Wolf's task any easier. Just proved however impressive the hole had performed he was still just a newbie with a lot to learn. Being able to double up was a necessary talent for Wolf's whores and this one needed to learn. It was Wolf turn to look up. Not at Clyde but at the only other person still in the room. Ash had been waiting for that signal, as he had throughout the night. He stepped forward with the little bottle in his hand. Held it under BoiFagBarbie's nostril, while carefully closing the other. The fag snorted deeply without being told, he had learned that lesson at least. The same for the other nostril and then Ash stepped back. Wolf had seized his moment, found the junction of dark cock and pale hole and pushed his own hard meat against it. The poppers had done their work, leaving the boy's mind in a haze and his hole as relaxed as it ever could be with nine inches of hard Black cock in it. Anyway it was just relaxed enough for Wolf to slide home, feeling his own cock against that of Jerome. It didn't matter how many times they'd done this it always felt real good. Experience told and when Wolf began to push forward Jerome soon met his rhythmn. Team-fucking that tight little hole into oblivion. Fuck but that never got old! The euphoric haze of the poppers didn't last long. The surge of pain as Wolf entered him broke through into BoiFagBarbie's addled senses. He almost couldn't compute just what he was feeling - just how brutally stretched his hole was from taking two thick Black cocks at once. It had done real well, all of his training and exercises had paid off, but this was just a little, or a lot, too much. Once more he felt something give and this time there was no ecstasy to follow only pain, raw brutal visceral pain. BoiFagBarbie screamed. He screamed loud and he screamed from the very depths of his soul. Unconsciously trying to let out the pressure, to lessen the intensity of that tearing pain. "PLEASE - NO - I CAN'T...." Finally the scream became garbled words. Desperate pleas for mercy. "PLEASE - STOP - I CAN'T". He hadn't hoped for any mercy but the cocks did stop. Well, they almost stopped - but they didn't withdraw. Their thrusts became little micro-movements, keeping them hard and changing the sensations for their young 'victim'. It still hurt, that was a certain fact, but his body was getting used to it. The more positive sensations of getting his insides rearranged by two Big Black Cocks were given a chance to make themselves felt. "We need to gag you bitch?" There was an edge to Jerome's voice. "Wanna be a faggot ho then you need to learn to take two." That was Wolf. "Need to take two and beg us to give you two." Jerome added. The initial pain had peaked and subsided, or at least been masked to a degree by the other sensations now surging and rampaging through BoiFagBarbie's body and brain. All joined by the seductive wonderful scent of masculine power that seemed to surround him. The men sensed the change in him, again perhaps a benefit of experience. They slowly began to fuck him again. Not hard or fast at first but building, always building. BoiFagBarbie took the rising momentum until he couldn't keep quiet anymore. "Fuck me," he said. "Wass that bitch - Need to speak up - Tell us what you need." Jerome's words were punctuated by building thrusts, thrusts matched and magnified by Wolf's. "FUCK ME," shouted BoiFagBarbie. "FUCK ME HARD." He felt hands tighten on his sides, felt the pace and intensity of the fucking build a little. "HARDER, HARDER - I'M A SLUT - FUCK ME!" He was rewarded with a little more, the pain and pleasure increasing, the intense cocktail possessing him and driving him on. "FUCK ME - POZ ME - KNOCK ME UP." Each time rewarded by faster, deeper, harder thrusts. Building back to what had once been unbearable. Once but no longer. "TURN ME OUT - ON THE STREETS - A DIRTY POZ WHORE." Jerome held back a little as Wolf thrust his cock home as hard as he could. Felt the resistance there as his hard cock pushed for admittance. The little bitch under him was feeling that for sure, the fag was just barely hanging on for all the brave words. Wolf kept going until the boi twisted a little in just the right way and Wolf's cock found admittance. He felt the sensation and grunted his appreciation as he shot a real heavy load just as deep as he could. Wolf withdrew His dark cock streaked with pink-tinged cum. The cum of many men, the same cum that now formed a froth around BoiFagBarbie's ruined hole, that ran in long drying streaks down his thighs. The little slut was getting to be a mess but they weren't done yet. Jerome took the brakes off. He couldn't give a fuck if he broke the little fag in two, he couldn't give a fuck how loud the little bitch got. He'd been waiting on this a while and now he needed to get his nut. He started a power-fuck, putting all his strength into each thrust and plowing that bruised and battered hole. Wolf had opened the way and soon Jerome was following him in, pounding that battered hole until it let him as deep as he could go. Feeling that second resistance crumble and let him plant his seed where it would remain and do its work. The thought of it was enough and another heavy load of cum joined Wolf and Bull's deep in the boy's guts. Jerome gave a grunt of satisfaction. The dumb little fag looked good on his cock, looked even better when you knew your charged load was in him. He almost reluctantly withdrew and then paused to admire what they had done to that sweet little hole. He adjusted the pillow under the boy's back to keep as much of that toxic seed in him as possible. That was just for the cameras really - the boy had more than enough even with the little streams of seed that had run down his thighs He looked what he had now become - a whore that took all and any cocks. A once tight hole that now looked like a well-fucked pussy, puffy and loose and full of cum. Jerome knew the math by heart even if BoiFagBarbie was a newbie to such things. A neg boi hole was always rolling the dice. Take a toxic cock and that's 1 in 154, take a toxic load and that's 1 in 72. Take primed high viral loads, the admission criteria for the second part of this breaking in party, and the dice started to get loaded. Get fucked by a Poz man at his most potent, like say young Ash just barely off his fuck flu, and you were looking at 1 in 10. Maybe even better odds - better, at least, from Jerome's perspective The little fag was looking up at him and Jerome met his gaze. This particular little slut had been playing Russian roulette with at least four chambers primed. Whatever the statistics it only really took one. What were the chances of the boi dodging all thirty Poz bullets? It seemed impossible but it happened more than anyone would guess. Young healthy bodies fought back or sheer dumb luck took a hand. It didn't really matter. If it didn't take then they'd just do it all again. When little fags played games with Jerome then Jerome ALWAYS won. Jerome nodded and smiled. The boi was obviously exhausted but he seemed to register the fact before his eyes closed and his body relaxed, his butt still propped up to make sure he received the full benefit of all the gifts he had received. *** Pain. Sharp intense pain lancing into his brain, driving away his fatigue. He tried to move but realised he was tied down. "Stay still you dumb little cunt." It took a moment to recognize that voice through the fog that seemed to swirl through his brain. He forced his eyes open and saw Clyde. The latter had finished his first task and now moved to complete the pair. A needle flashed and then was pushed in a practised movement through BoiFagBarbie's erect right nipple. Sharp pain again, was it better or worse for the lack or surprise, then Clyde was pushing a ring through his flesh. Clyde was all business. He might not be the most talented of artists but there was no challenge in his tasks today. The satisfaction came in knowing that you were marking the perfect canvass of this boi's body. Nipples could heal of course but the boi would always know they had been pierced. Even if the fag decided to let them heal which Clyde highly doubted he would. Subjects like this one loved having their nips pierced, loved seeing the glint of metal and feeling those rings pulled by themselves or someone else. Maybe not at the moment Clyde was first forcing the needle through their flesh but as in many things the satisfaction would come to outweigh the pain, to absorb it and make it part of the pleasure. The pride each time they glanced down at the rings with their enamelled biohazard symbol. Piercing the ears was simpler, barely even seemed to register with the exhausted little fag. The clip-on femboy hoops were rapidly replaced by the real thing. Clyde's experienced hands moved the boy onto his front, carefully positioned over a space provided so that nothing would rub against his nips or catch their new jewellery. The young fag had quietened down again fast just as Clyde had knew he would. The boi knew his role here and you could see he had been playing it well. He looked quite the mess - with all of those obscenities written on his body - fresh ones as well as the faded words Clyde himself had written. Experienced hands wiped the area just above the boi's wrecked hole and the antiseptic solution applied had the added benefit of removing the words written there. A shame that but it was soon remedied. Clyde turned to his portable kit and turned on the machine. He heard the familiar buzz. The boi's head turned, his eyes widened at seeing the machine and the needle in Clyde's right hand. Ah - a boi's first time! Not the only first time of the night for this one of course. First time fucked, first time bred, first time getting that hole of his blown out. Hopefully, the first time would prove a charm - knock him up for real. Clyde was well aware that he had never been the greatest artist with ink. However, bold script was well within his capabilities. He could freehand the boy's first permanent messaging. On the small of his back - just above that gaping mess of a hole. 'BAREBACK ONLY POZ CUM WELCOME BREED ME DEEP!' Strong hands held the boy in place as Clyde got to work. The needle biting into the perfect pale flesh of the boi. Carefully wiping away blood as he completed each letter. The boy had got the message fast and had laid still. Like he was maybe out of it - in sensory overload. Well that suited Clyde just fine. The boy's pale flesh was obvious above the new dark lettering. Perfect for the biohazard tattoo that Clyde knew he would soon be adding there. Biohazard symbols were no problem - he'd had a lot of practice inking them over the years. "Beautiful," murmured the voice of Daddy Robert as he held the boy in place. He was hardly needed any more. Two other men had been setting the sling up. Clyde carefully covered the new tattoos and supervised as the men carried the boi across to the sling and bound him in place. So nothing would rub the ink-work and piercings while that gaping hole was made blatantly, obscenely, available. A few more men started to make their way into the room. Ready to make their second gift to the star of the evening's entertainment. Daddy Robert knew that he had to move fast. The boi's hole had been just delightful first time round. Now it wouldn't be as pleasingly tight or responsive but Robert's own cock was hard and hungry for it none the less. He hitched his dirty oft-patched cassock aside and pushed his big cock into the boi's hole. He'd thought the little fag was out of it but he secured a pleasing little moan as he pushed his cock home. There was still some response left in this faggot. Just as well because he had a long night ahead of him and Robert didn't need to look over his shoulder to see the queue of men forming to take their second turn. ***

Part 8 (apologies again for the longer delay): I awoke the next morning feeling slightly hungover, but sexually very sated and happy. I know I shouldn't be cheating on Nate, but he'd left me unsatisfied and I would have been miserable if Chad hadn't helped me out. Nate was still asleep, which I was thankful for because I had leaked quite a bit of cum and it had dried on me, so I needed to wash off that evidence immediately. I left the bedroom and was halfway to the bathroom when I remembered that Chad was still here and I shouldn't wander around naked, but then again, Chad has seen me naked, so I guess that ship has sailed. Nate doesn't know this of course, so I decided I'd just tell him that I was half asleep when I went to the bathroom and didn't realize. After all, we usually make that trip naked so it's the default situation. In the shower I replayed the events of the previous evening, and while they were amazingly hot, and I guarantee I'll be remembering them when I wank, I really needed to be more careful about my cheating. Technically, I should stop the cheating altogether, but I didn't actually think I could do that now - I've become addicted. I'll just have to be a lot more sensible and careful. I'll have a chat with Chad and set some ground rules. Riding his cock while Nate was only a couple of rooms away, while the door was open was just far too risky, especially when Chad roared loudly while flooding my ass. Out of the shower, and dressed, clean, and no longer wearing any evidence of certain indiscretions, I made my way downstairs where Chad was already waiting. Nate chose that moment to wake up and make his own way to the shower. I said good morning to Chad and was about to take the opportunity while Nate was in the shower to set some ground rules about my cheating habits, but Chad cut me off, pulled his cock out and ordered me to suck him. I tried to protest, but he said that he'd never cum in my mouth and wanted to feed me a load, and now was a good time because we didn't have enough time to fuck. I realized that he wasn't going to take no for an answer, and honestly, his cock is beautiful, so I wanted to please it. I got down on my knees and worshipped his cock, remembering how good it made me feel when it was inside me. Chad told me to look up at him and at that point I noticed that he was filming me. I was scared, wondering what he would do with the video, but I was enjoying his cock, and my brain was determined to make him cum, as though I owed him a favor for breeding me only a few hours earlier. I got lost in the moment and didn't notice that the shower had turned off. I heard the bathroom door open, and Chad picked that moment to cum in my mouth. He wasn't as loud as the night before, but he definitely wasn't quiet, and there's no way Nate wouldn't have heard him. I swallowed every drop that he gave me, and then stood up while he put his cock away. I told him that I was concerned about the video, but he just said no to worry, it'd be just for personal use. Mostly. I didn't get a chance to ask what me meant by "mostly" because Nate walked down the stairs. The first thing he said was that he'd heard a noise and asked what had happened. Chad covered by saying that he'd whacked his knee on the edge of the table and that must have been what he'd heard. We were all at least a little hungover, I think, with Nate being in the worst state of the 3 of us, so we sat and had breakfast in silence. Well, if you count a large cup of strong coffee as breakfast. I was finishing my coffee when I got a message from George, which just said "fucking hot video. I'm jealous". I looked at Nate, who was fortunately off in his own world, and then Chad who just mouthed the word "oops" at me and grinned. Fuck. This was getting out of hand. Who else had he sent it to? What did the video actually show? How could I explain it if Nate saw it? And why was I hard?

So, I'm finally hooking up with a new top tomorrow afternoon. Found him on BBRT. After a few messages we agreed to fuck tomorrow afternoon . In one of his messages he said he wants to get me pregnant. So, my response was that he was going to have to try very very hard. I just thought it was funny , and hot. I'm looking forward to his load now more than ever.

This is the follow-up from my post yesterday about a new hookup wanting to get me pregnant. So here goes. I found this guy on BBRT. He's like 20 years younger than me. He's not worried about age - he just had a 3 day load of seed that he needed to deposit. Works for me. I had some problems with clean-out but finally got that under control. I arrived at his place already pre-lubed and ready for breeding. So, I wasn't really interested in anything but getting fucked. He was hard already so we were good to go. I hit the floor on all fours. He fingered my hole and once he realized I was pre-lubed he shoved 3 fingers in and started to finger fuck me. How romantic! I haven't been fucked in awhile - about 2 months - so I was ready to take his 7" cut cock. Damn, he was thick. He fucked me for awhile. I kept encouraging him to go balls deep - I think that was his original plan anyway. So, he was good at being a top. I liked the fact he kept talking about knocking me up. After the breeding we said our good byes with plans to return. It was different for me as the entire breeding was just that - no talk, no politeness - just a top needing to breed and a bottom needing to take a load. We agreed to try this arrangement every 1 - 2 weeks. I'm still feeding my cocksucker on Mondays and Tuesdays so I wasn't worried about cumming myself - the last think I need is my cocksucker complaining about reduced loads for his throat. I'm visiting Chicago in a few weeks. I'm hoping to get as many loads as possible there - just in case this guy wasn't successful at knocking me up. Fingers crossed!! 😉

The Four Meet Up Law drives up to the house. Nick has given Law his own key so him and his son slip right through the front door. They make their way down to the sex room. Before Law opens the door, he turns to his son. L: Now see here boy. You will do anything and everything Nick or I tell you to do. You got that? We’re the ones in charge. You walk in there and that boy is the fucking cumdump. He doesn’t even have a name until he’s earned it. You got that? Jan nodded his head. L: Good. Once we get in there. You are to strip naked and start having fun while me and Nick set up the party favors. Again, Jan nodded his head. Law opened the door and in they walked. The lighting was low but they both could make out the twink and his step dad. They were already naked. Realizing this, Jan started stripping off the little clothes he had on. He threw his clothes in the corner by the door. Jan walked over to his boyfriend. He noticed there was something written on his chest in black marker. Across Brandon’s chest was “cumdump” along with two lines underneath the label. B: Yeah, that’s for the 2 loads I already have in me. Did you already have any fun tonight? J: Yeah, my dad gave me a crash course in this stuff. It was amazing. I loved it. Now I know how great you will feel when I fuck you, Bra… I’m supposed to call you Cumdump. B: Well then call me that. Don’t get them made at us. J: Okay Cumdump. I see that someone is all smooth now. B: Yeah, Nick told me to shave off everything like a good little bottom bitch. Smooth as the day I was born. Jan reaches down and rubs where his boyfriend had once had fine body hair. Jan leaned in and started a passionate kiss with the other teen. N: Ahem! The boys stopped and turned toward the two men that were setting up the favors on a small table. They walked over and were amazed at the spread. In front of them was a mirror with a few lines to be snorted and two loaded pipes ready to go. L: First thing first. Here, take this Jan. This will help keep everything going tonight. He handed Jan a blue pill. L: And this is for you Cumdump. Law handed the twink an tablet of ecstacy. L: This should have a similar effect for our bottom of the night. The boys looked at each other and thought better than to keep their dad/stepdad waiting. They were offered glasses of soda that they learned later were spiked with G. They gave the Cumdump drastically more G than Jan but still a decent amount. The boys drank up and finished their drinks. The men then offered the boys each a rolled up bill and pointed to the lines on the mirror. There were two lines each for them. The boys snorted their lines and then took a step back. They were starting to feel warm and fuzzy. They just start to make out for a while, while they stood there. In the meantime, the men were doing their lines. They had made three each for themselves. They then picked up the pipes and started smoking. They each let out a huge cloud that seemed to get the boys’s attention. Each teen went to their respective dads. The men start to make out with the teens, Law with Jan and Nick with Brandon. They start doing shotguns in between making out. Once the boys had obviously gotten to the point where all the drugs were kicking in, that’s when the men switched boys. Law was with Brandon and Nick with Jan. They went right back to making out. The men stripped and now had body contact with the boys. The men’s hands traveled all over the teens, gliding over their smooth bodies. Brandon was smoother than Jan but neither teen had much hair to begin with. The major difference between the two twinks was that Jan was sporting a hard on while Brandon was completely soft. The two men looked at each other and then both pushed their respective boys down to their knees to start sucking them off. The twinks started sucking their dicks immediately, without even being told to. They sucked like they were after that sweet nectar from the men’s balls. Once the boys had coated the men’s dicks with their saliva, the men broke away and grabbed their boys by the arm. They threw the boys toward the sling and told Jan to secure the cumdump. Brandon jumped into the sling while Jan went to work tying the limbs to the sling. After he locked his boyfriend into the the sling, Jan went down to the teen’s hole and started to eat him out. Jan pulled out and looked at the two men. J: Mmmm, I can still taste your cum in him Nick. N: And a little from your dad too. Speaking of which, Law, can you grab the cumshots? Law walked up with 2 more needless syringes; one filled with Nick’s cum and the other with Law’s cum. Both with a good-sized shard dissolved in the cum. Law walked up to the teen in the sling and pushed his son aside. He got in between the boy’s legs and pushed the contents of the syringes deep inside of his hole. L: And there he goes … Brandon starts to squirm around feeling the heat coming from his hole. He takes a minute but rides it out. He returns to his dick hungry state he was in before. L: The honors go to the stepdad, Nick. Go ahead and add the first load. N: Oh no, you are my guest. I insist you start us off. L: Thank you. Law lined his hard dick up and started advancing his 7 inch dick inside the twink. Now, Brandon had just been fucked by a his stepdad’s bigger dick but his sensitive ass was still new to being pushed open. He felt every inch slide into him. Little moans could be heard coming from his cracked open mouth. Law gets balls deep and starts hammering his dick into the teen. L: Yeah, make me feel it Cumdump! Jan is transfixed watching his dad fuck his boyfriend. His dick was hard as can be and begged to be touched. He reached down and started jerking off. N: Hey Jan, come over here, I need your help. Jan walked over to Nick who was sitting on a small ottoman. J: Yes, sir? Hearing the “yes, sir” made Nick’s dick bounce. He too was hard as can be and needed some attention. N: Jan I want you to sit on my dick. I want you to bounce on my 9.5 inches. If you can make me cum in your tight ass, then you can switch out your dad and add the next load into the Cumdump. Jan looked down at the monster 9.5 inch dick. He was thicker than his own dad. But his hole twitched at the thought. Without saying a word he turned around, bent over and reached from his toes in front of the man. Nick knew what he wanted, what he needed. He knelt down and started rimming the boy, getting his hole ready to be dick filled. When he was finally wet enough, Nick sat back down on the ottoman. Jan stood up and simply backed up until his perky ass touched Nick’s dick. Nick had to use his hand to position it so that it lined up with the teen’s hole but it made contact. Nick grabbed the teen by the waist, he was not getting away from him, even if he tried. But Jan only tried to keep backing up. He slowly backed his way halfway down on the big dick. Nick bend down and spit on the boys hole, adding some lubrication and then pulled the boy down toward him. this pushed the rest of the dick into the twink. Jan yelped and winced in pain. It felt good to him but still hurt a bit. He was still tight even though his own dad had just opened him up earlier than evening. Nick’s dick was definitely bigger. He needed a second to get used to the girth. Jan opened his eyes and concentrated on watching his hot dad fuck his hot boyfriend in the sling. He reached down for his hard dick and started jerking it. this helped him relax enough to start pulling forward and pushed back on it. Nick felt the teen relax and start to fuck himself onto his dick. He grabbed his legs, spreading them and pulling him onto his lap. This helped the dick get deeper into the twink. Jan developed a rhythm and was bouncing up and down in no time. He was so into it, he stopped jerking off and his dick starting swinging in a circle like a helicopter. The next thing Jan knows is that he is being gripped hard by the waist. That’s when he feels it. I rush of cum being squirted right up him ass. Nick was out of breath. His nut had snuck up on him. He didn’t eve have time to yell out a warning. Not that it mattered, he was cumming in the teen either way. Nick finally released his grip on the teen. Jan looked at Nick for permission to unmount him and he nodded. Jan carefully pulled up and off of the dick. He saved as much cum inside of him as he could. He reached down and jerked his hard dick a few times. That’s when he knew what he needed to do next. He walked over to the sling and walked to his boyfriend’s head. The head was low enough that Jan smacked the cumdump’s face with his dick and got him to open up. Jan started to fuck the other end of his boyfriend. Jan looked ahead of him, watching his dad preparing to add a load of cum into his boyfriend. This idea was so hot to him that he almost shot his load. He had to slow his rhythm to collect himself. That’s when he looked right into his dad’s eyes and watched as his dad grabbed the cumdump by the waist and shot his load. Law took a moment to really shoot deep into the boy. He panted a moment and then slowly pulled out. Law walks away and comes back with a black marker. He adds another 2 dashes to the cumdump's tally. Jan looks down at the total of 4 for the night so far. He looks up and sees his dad waving him over to the hole so he could add his own load.

Part III When I got to Pablo's house, he started kissing me before closing the door and we were taking each other's clothes off. Before I knew it, we were both completely naked in his living room. I looked at the object of my desire and saw that it was immense. Pablo's cock must have been at least 10 inches, with a large mushroom-shaped head. It was straight, thick and with many veins. My mouth watered. I always wanted to swallow that dick, and now I finally had the opportunity. "Lick my armpit," Pablo ordered, raising his arms. I couldn't resist and buried my nose in the black hair and fed up with his armpit. The smell of sweat made me drunk and I was raving with lust. I couldn’t hold back anymore, so I stuck out my tongue and gave the first lick. He had a salty taste that made me horny. He guided me to the couch and I was soon sitting on top of him, my mouth going from one armpit to another. Pablo's dick was poking my back in the meantime and my ass was already clenching at him. “Can I suck your dick?,” I asked. "Not yet," he replied. “First lick my feet.” It was all new to me, but I was soon kneeling on the floor and putting his toes into my mouth. It was giving me more pleasure than I ever felt in my life. I never thought that something like a man's feet could be so exciting. I licked as much as I could, running my tongue over his ankle, the soles of his feet and his toes. So, I went up, kissing Pablo's legs, until his dick was right in front of me. I looked him in the face and he nodded, allowing me to proceed. So, I ran my tongue over the glans for the first time. I had never sucked a cock in my life, but instinct took over me the moment I tried Pablo's. The taste of his cock was meant to be tasted by me and I was soon swallowing his pre-cum. "You taste so good," I said. "Spit a lot on that dick," he warned. “This is the only lubricant you will gonna have.” I kept sucking and trying to swallow as much as I could, but it was impossible to put everything in my mouth. Pablo tried to force it a few times, but it made me retch. So, I was sucking on the head, the balls and the furry bag. He smelled a lot like sweat, as if he had run, but that wasn't bad. On the contrary, his manly musk made my lust grow even bigger. Sometime later, Pablo made me stand in front of him and started to suck me. He was a professional in that and managed to put everything in his mouth. When I felt his tongue curving for the third time, I couldn't take it and came in his mouth. I thought he was going to be pissed with me, but he swallowed every drop of my seed. "This is your last neg cum," he explained. “The next time you come, my AIDS babies will already be taking your body.” When he said that, my dick jumped, like I was ready to come again. Pablo then turned me on my back and started to open my ass with his hands. Soon, I felt something wet and realized it was his language. I gave a loud groan and felt him smile with his face in my crack. The more he licked me, the more I let go, moaning louder and louder. That was so good, that I couldn't take it anymore, so I asked: “Please fuck me.” “Do you want this huge cock inside you?,” he asked. “That's what I want most.” “Then I'll give it to you.” Pablo took a pillow from the sofa, placed it on the floor and laid my head on top of it. I was lying on my back, so I could see when his body climbed over mine. "I could take you to the bedroom, but I want to fuck you here on the floor, like the whore you are," he said. “Yes, use me as a whore, I want to be that for you.” He kissed my mouth and started biting my neck. Soon, we were is position. I had my legas up on his shoulders and he was between them. “Are you sure you want this?,” he asked. “Yes.” "There's no turning back," he said. "I know," I said. “After I start, I will not stop. If you try to run away, I will rape you until I fill you with poz cum.” “I want this, I want you to rape me and put your babies inside me,” I cried. Pablo spat on the head of his cock and began to force his way into the edge of my anus. It was hurting a lot, but I was completely silent and still while he invaded me. I heard a pop noise when the glans penetrated me and I let out a breath. "Yes, take a deep breath," he said. I obeyed and he took a hard lunge, burying his whole dick inside me. I screamed and tried to run, but he held me in place and looked me straight in the eye. "Hold on, bitch," he said. “You wanted this, now you'll have to put up with it.” I started to cry because of the pain and he licked my tears as if they were a prize. What was I doing? I always wanted to have sex with Pablo, but only now reality was reaching me. It was my first time, and I was letting a guy with HIV stick his cock without a condom inside me. And it excited me a lot more than it scared me. Pablo then started to move in and out of me. Even with the pain, my penis was still rock hard and he noticed it. He was taking his time, letting me get used to his massive cock, sliding in and out slowly. "You are no longer a virgin," he said after some time fucking me. "This is strange," I said. “How do you feel about having that cock inside you? You can take it like a pro.” "It hurts too much," I said. “But this is the best pain I've ever felt. It's good because I'm doing this with you.” “And the HIV part?,” he asked. My dick immediately gave an involuntary contraction and he noticed it. I blushed with embarrassment and Pablo started to laugh. It made me relax and he then increased the speed of his thrusts inside me. He found a nice pace and he started to fuck me hard, cursing me, calling me a lot of names. It excited me more than anything. I ran my hand over Pablo's biohazard tattoo and he smiled. I could hardly wait to get a tattoo like that. "I'm almost there," he said after a while and I started to masturbate to keep up with him. “Cum inside me,” I asked. “Breed me.” “Do you want my seed?” he asked. “Yes, I do.” “And what kind of seed is this?” “It's fucking HIV seed,” I shouted. “I want it, fill my ass with your cum. I want to be part of the brotherhood; I want your DNA inside me.” "Here it goes," he said in a shout. “I'm giving you AIDS, son. Now I will be your father forever.” I felt his cock pulsing inside me as spurts of cum flooded my insides. At that moment I came too. I never came so much in my life, it hit everywhere. Pablo fell over me exhausted and laid his head on my chest. We were both tired, sweaty and completely dirty with cum. "You are mine now," he whispered in my ear. “Welcome to the brotherhood of AIDS.” "What happens now?," I asked. “We have sex every day, putting as much poz cum inside you, until you are officially converted. If you want, I can call some friends who have the bug to help me give you the gift.” “I would like that.” We continued to lie on the living room floor for a few moments. The adrenaline of what we did passed, but I felt no regret. In fact, it was the happiest day of my life. I was about to say that when the doorbell rang and I heard my father's voice outside saying: “Phillip, are you there?”

PART II Note: I'm sorry that it took so long for me to post it, but my English is not that good and I had to translate it. Now the story... When I turned seventeen, my father started dating again. Since my mother started treatment, he was very much on his own, so I was happy for him. The new girlfriend was giving him excitement to get back on track. But that meant that again I was getting less attention than necessary. My father would usually spend the weekends at her house and I would be alone. Pablo always called me to stay at his house, but I was already thinking that it bothered him too much. With all the attention he gave me, his sex life was certainly not the best. So, after a while I started to decline your invitations and be alone at home. My life came down to going to school in the morning and spending the afternoon at home jerking off while reading reports from people living with HIV. Some things I learned from reading these reports is that the person who wants to be contaminated needs to be very sure beforehand, because it is something for a lifetime. But after she makes the decision, it's pretty liberating too. The first stages after contagion are the most complicated, because the person has a kind of flu, which shows that the virus has started to multiply in your body. But if the person starts treatment soon thereafter, she can live long years and decades without major concerns. And sex certainly becomes better, because a condom, whether you agree or not, is something that gets in the way and decreases lust. I tried to masturbate a few times using a condom, but I didn't even come close to cumming. I thought that was totally boring. And after you already have the virus, what else can happen? It is the worst thing transmitted through sex, all other diseases can be treated and cured. And everyone who is dealing with this needs to have regular checkups, so it's easy to find out if you've got anything else. And that is when total freedom arises. Having sex without a condom and without major concerns. Having sex with anyone you want, without knowing the right person, and without having to worry about anything. The freedom to feel it raw, to flood another guy with your spunk and also to be flooded with his seed. I wanted that. And the hornyness that I felt imagining myself being pozzed was something that always made me explode when I came. Of course, most of the times I imagined my neighbor doing this to me, but I also put myself in the place of the bottoms I saw in the videos. People at school didn't know about my sexuality, so I wasn't really close to anyone. I was that type of student who talks to everyone, but who doesn't really have any close friends. That special person for me was Pablo, and he was not at school. My eighteenth birthday was fast approaching and I was in no mood to celebrate. I had no family in the city besides my father and no one at school that I would like to invite as well. So, when my dad went to his girlfriend on Friday, not even remembering that my birthday was on Saturday, I realized that I had made the right choice not to make a big deal. I spent the entire Saturday at home, lying in the living room watching TV, as usual. It was about nine at night, I had just showered and was lying in my pajamas watching another episode of the series, when the doorbell rang. It was Pablo. “Hey, birthday boy”, he said. “You remembered?!”, I said confused. "Of course I did," he said and I realized he was a little drunk. “Aren't you going to ask me in?” "Sure, come in", I said. When I closed the door, he gave me a huge bear hug. The man was almost six feet tall and I wasn't that tall, so I buried my head in his strong chest. The truth is, I hadn't felt well all day and I was happy that at least he had remembered. “I wanted to come earlier to bring your gift, but I spent all day thinking and making some decisions”, he explained. “Sorry for leaving you alone on your birthday.” "You are here now," I said. "I am," he said without letting me go. My cock was already growing with that hug and it was impossible that he wasn’t feeling it, so I decided to break the contact. “Where's my gift?”, I asked walking away. "That's what I had to think about today," he explained. “I don’t understand.” “Phillip, I have looked after you as if you were my son for years, but that is not what you are. And I know that you don't see me as a father either, you feel horny about me.” “No, I ...” I tried to argue, but I had no idea what to say to him. “No need to be embarrassed, because I also feel horny when I see you”, he said hurriedly. “Do you?”, I asked doubting. “Of course I do, you grew up to be a beautiful man, but you were always my boy, so I never saw you like that, until the day that ...” “What a day?” I asked anxiously. “The day you saw me fucking that guy at my place.” “Did you know? I’m so embarrassed!” “He saw you at the time and told me that we were not alone, so we did a show for you to see.” “I had no idea ...”, I said blandly. “I thought you were scared, that you didn't understand, but when you talked about my tattoo, I realized that you were smarter than I thought.” “Then why have you never done anything before? Why are you just telling me that now?” I wanted to know. “It's still difficult, I had to drink to build up the courage to have this conversation with you. And there was the fact that you were a minor before.” "But I'm not now," I observed. “No, you are not.” He then closed the distance between the two of us, held my head tightly and gave me a deep kiss on the mouth. I had never kissed anyone before, so I let him guide me and explore every corner of my mouth. His hands roamed my body, feeling and spoiling me, so I found the courage to do the same, placing my hands on that body that I always wanted to touch. As much as I had been working out for almost two years, my body was nowhere near as big as his. His arms held me tightly and I felt those muscles tighten. The curve of his waist, the hardness of his chest, the six packs of his hairy belly. Everything was a paradise under my hands. Then he broke the kiss and said: “You sure you want this gift?” “Yes,” I said. “We can use a condom if you haven't decided yet, if you think it's too early.” “I want to, I'm sure. It would happen someday anyway and I prefer it to be you.” “You can't go back; my viral DNA will stay with you for the rest of your life.” “All I want is to have that part of you always with me.” “You will be the mother and I will be the father of the bugs that will grow and multiply within you.” “I saved my virginity for you to do that.” “I'll give you what you always wanted, but not here. Let's go to my house, I want to fuck you in my bed like you saw me fucking that other guy.” It was difficult to take my hands off of Pablo, I was afraid that breaking the contact he would give up everything on the way to his house, but I took the key, locked the door and followed him to his place.

My first choice would be to have a guy shot his load in my hole; second choice would be to have him shoot it on my dick so I can stroke with it and also take some of it and taste it so I know if I want him to shoot it in my mouth the next time.

Nice mmmmmm

This is a long story so I will post it in parts. I post it under fiction, but most of it is true except the later parts... which in just over a month may also be true. So read it and enjoy. Comment if you want. And "John, (or anyone who fits the part) if you read this, let's start planning. Part 1 “A Day of Magic! A Night of Thrills!”. That is what my ad read on numerous hookup sites. My wife was going out of state for a couple of weeks on a trip to help a sick relative. It was a bad time of year for me to take off, so I was staying home. I could not believe my luck. I was going to have some days and nights to play. So my ad went to all the hookup sites I knew of. I had posted ads in the past with limited success, so when she booked her flight 2 months in advance I put ads out there as soon as I could so hopefully with 2 months I could weed through the fakes and find some worthwhile responses. But first I guess I should give a bit of background. I am a mid 50’s Bi male. It took a few marriages but I finally found the perfect woman for me. She is beautiful and wonderful in all ways. But due to things beyond her control, sex is very painful and if you love someone why would you want to inflict pain on them? So I assure her that it is no problem and I am okay with no sex. And on the surface I am totally happy with no sex. We work and stay active and do lots of fun things. BUT I am a very sexual person. Masturbation is a once (or more) a day activity. I usually get home from work a couple of hours before my wife during the week which gives me plenty of time to surf the net, watch porn and masturbate without her knowledge. In my past I have had gay experiences. Since I was a teenager I have always been extremely sexual. My hormones rage and control me. I have always been committed to whatever woman I have in my life, but if my sexual being is not totally satiated… well women want to be wined and dined and spend time and money on them for weeks and then maybe you will get some… men just want SEX. Now I am equally comfortable as either a Top or Bottom. But let’s face it … with a 5 - 5½ inch cock how much of a Top am I going to be? Well I happen to love the sensations available in my ass… so what is wrong in being a bottom? So here I am… a guy with no sex at home… no desire to seek out another woman (not that they don’t turn me on but remember they want to be wined and dined.) … not averse to gay sex… enjoy anal play… the perfect combo … except … concern about HIV. My gay experiences began in my 20s with a guy paying me to suck my cock. After maybe 10 years I sucked a cock myself. Many years later I was fucked for the first time (with people watching which excited me to the max). So just call me an opportunistic gay. IF I am getting sex from a woman, I am straight… If not… give me the opportunity… then fuck my ass. LOL So YES I have enjoyed MM play. Although anal play has been fairly limited due to my concern about HIV. But a few years ago I was suffering from a medical condition. I was taking some heavy duty pain medications. One night, being horny, I stopped by a local gay resort. I was taking my pain meds, and had a few drinks. I ended up walking into a room where an orgy was going on and I ended up being fucked by several guys. But as high as I was on my meds, drinks and poppers I insisted on SAFE sex. But since that night, the idea of BARE sex has been a permeating thought in all of my encounters. I had a friend, whom I would hook up with on occasion. He was married and played safe as well so he and I played bare when we were together, but his cock was too fat and I could not take it when I was sober. If I ever had the opportunity to get totally wasted I knew I could have taken his entire cock, but the opportunity to get totally fucked up when I was with him never occurred. Over subsequent years these experiences permeated my thoughts and fantasies. I began to actively seek out websites that catered to bareback sex, which eventually brought me to sites where bug chasing was described. I will be honest… in the beginning I thought “Are you guys fucking crazy?”. But as time went on I began to think “I am fucking crazy” as the thought of bug chasing and being infected began to turn me on. What if I had not insisted on condoms that night at the gay resort? Were any of those guys POZ? One of the guys had tried to talk me into going bare, but I begged him to put on a condom. He started with a condom, but he pulled out completely a few times and then went back in… and honestly I was so fucked up, he could have slipped the condom off at anytime. Did he cum? YES. In a condom or in my ass? Honestly I have no clue as I was totally fucked up and never thought to check the condom and there was so much lube from multiple guys entering me I had no clue if it was lube or cum leaking from my hole. But the thought he might have shot into me bare has been a masturbation fantasy ever since. I found myself actively watching bareback sites. In the beginning, when I would be out of town for work I would post ads and invite guys to my room. But I always played safe. Using the excuse I was not cleaned out, I kept the encounters to oral, J/O, or sometimes anal but with a condom. But what I really desired was a hard throbbing bare cock shooting deep inside my ass. I began actively seeking out bareback sex websites and video. The more I found, the more excited I got. Gay sex became my major masturbatory fantasy … okay BAREBACK gay sex. If I found a gay video on-line and began watching it and I saw the guy wearing a condom, I would immediately stop watching it and look for something else. I wanted to see it bare and raw. I loved to have a few drinks ahead of time and as I watched the videos and jerked off, I loved to grab my poppers and get a good buzz. As I watched the videos, I imagined the Top being POZ. And YES the risk of HIV began to become a huge turn on. I began actively searching out risk and HIV infection information, and stories. Was the idea of becoming infected exciting? No… it was FUCKING HOT! When I traveled out of town overnight for work I always carried a big bottle of vodka. After checking into my room I would pour a drink, then post ads hoping to find hookups. Then I would clean myself out and shower. The rest of the night I would spend nude, drinking, watching gay bareback porn and responding to emails hoping to find guys to come to my room. Once I had potential partners I would begin doing poppers and drinking more. If they weren’t fakes and did come to my room, I wanted to be fucked up. Why? Because maybe if I was high enough, I would be un-inhibited enough to let them fuck me bare. Early in the evening I would ask potential partners their status. But as I drank more and hit poppers I made the conscious decision not to ask. I knew I should, but I didn’t want to know. It would be easier to accept a bare cock if I didn’t know than to willing take one I knew was POZ. As I browsed profiles of guys on-line I would get a tingly if they said they were POZ. The signs were there. I saw myself getting into riskier thought patterns. I saw myself making more risky decisions and participating in riskier actions. Actions speak louder than words. So I could say that the idea of seeking out or actively pursuing POZ loads is crazy. But my actions were hinting to the exact opposite. But let’s be honest, there is a big difference between thinking about it, jerking off as you fantasize it, and actually accepting that POZ cock when it is dripping and poised at your hole. I used to think I was alone, but the more I searched, I found out that there were many out there just like me. They thought about it, it turned them on, but not knowing how to get over that final roadblock. I have seen many seek the route of using drugs or alcohol to lose the inhibitions, but I have seen others who say if you need alcohol or drugs, you are not ready. I can understand both sides. But I offer the following: You are afraid to fly. You know you are afraid to fly. You know that it is an abnormal fear. You would love to be just like the millions who fly every day. Your doctor prescribes a tranquilizer to help you with the fear of flying. A tranquilizer and a couple of drinks and you are able to get on a plane and take a flight. It all comes down to: are you willingly making decisions, fully aware of the consequences of the decisions, and given a choice making decisions. Yes, I agree drugs and alcohol reduce inhibitions and we may make decisions we shouldn’t while under the influence, but IF we drink or take drugs, FULLY aware AND THINKING when we do that “If I do this, I am going to possibly make decisions and do things maybe I shouldn’t”… Is this not the same as saying “I am going to get totally fucked-up so when the hot POZ guy wants to shove his cock in me, I will let him?"

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It’s been a week since the cuck drugged me. It’s been a week of taking loads and living my fantasy. All I’ve done is lift weights and take cock. I’ve quit my job, broke up with my partner, and came out to the world that I’m a dirty slut. Well, the cuck recorded and posted a video of me getting slammed and fucked to X. He also had me email it to everyone at work and text it to my ex, family, and friends. I was tweaked out. I looked directly at the camera saying that I’m a dumb faggot and I hated my life. Want to expose myself as the cum greedy whore who wants to live through his hole and be a sex slave. And just like that, all the work to become a lawyer, down the drain. The years spent with my partner, gone. I was getting so bored with my former life anyway. The cuck knew this. Even though he was the one that pushed me to this new life, it was my plan all along. I’m proud of the cuck for following through. Didn’t think he had the guts to do it, but I guess he didn’t want to lose access to my pussy. Let’s back up a bit. I’m Eli. 35 years old, 5’8”. Indonesian. Do CrossFit 5x a week. My ass and pecs have their own zip code. Worked at a big corporate law firm. Was with my partner, Patrick, for 7 years. Met him at a conference at the end of law school. Thought he was the love of my life. He fit the bill for everything I wanted back then: 6’3”, muscular, smart, and sweet. But he was so small. I tried to convince myself the first year that his looks, personality, and how he treated me were enough. He was so good to me, but also so boring in bed. I barely felt him, and he always came super quickly. Tried to broad the idea of an open relationship, but he freaked each time. So I did what anyone in my position would do: cheat. I knew having a partner like Pat would look great as I climb the corporate ladder. A hot guy like me with a hot partner like Pat screamed power couple, and I like power. So I told Pat that I needed to stay late at work to buckle down to impress the partners. Ever sweet Pat didn’t think twice. He pressed the I believe button and gave me an unlimited space to collect loads at our local bathhouse. Those initial years of cheating and collecting loads fed my ego. I had a hot dumb boyfriend, a well paying corporate law job, and a smoking body that got me lots of loads during each of my bathhouse trips. I got drunk from being wanted. So my narcissism and sluttiness grew. Over time, it wasn’t enough for me to collect loads. I needed to be worshipped. I was getting more jacked and was getting tired of how automatic it was to get bred. I needed to exert more control. To further flex my privilege. That’s when I hatched the idea to get another boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend though. I wanted a cuck. So I upped my lies. One night after dinner, I told Pat I was on the express track for partner, but that meant I needed to work on the weekends too and late more often. Told him the process can take up to 5 years. He said he understood and planned to start taking ceramics classes. lol. I started to undress and told him my pussy was hungry for his cum. It had been ages since he had fucked me. I told him I wanted him to fuck me, but first that he needed to sniff my hole. So we 69, but I told him keep his pats on so I could rub him through his clothes. He was confused but agreed. He dove into my cum-encrusted hole while I rubbed his hard cock through his pants. I wanted him to smell all the loads I had inside me. I’m sure he suspected that was cum, but was too scared to ask. I kept rubbing him and he started moaning. He asked me to stop because he was close and wants to breed me. I told him to beg to breed my hole. “Please let me breed your hole! I miss it so much!” Pat screamed. I sped up my rubbing and soon after he nutted through his pants. “Aw babe, you came prematurely again,” I said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but this is why it’s so hard to play with you. It’s ok. I love you.” He was going to say something, when I pulled his head in for a kiss. I knew I was cleared to find my second boyfriend after that.

4. One night, Jesus brought out a bag of food and asked me if I wanted to watch him eat it. I asked him what this was. He said he wants to fulfill my fantasy of getting someone to become fat. I asked him if he isn’t scared of me leaving him? And he said no. I asked why. He said he thinks I’m in love with him since we’ve been seeing each other now for nearly 3 years. Could that be true? Has it been 3 years already? And love him? The fuck? I don’t know if I love him, but I know my hole loves his hands. Our fisting sessions are almost like a healing ritual post-cumdump mode. I know I need those hands. Whatever. I tell him to start eating. I call him a fat piece of shit. He scarfs the food down. Burger after burger. When he’s done, I tell him to jack off inside me with his greasy hands. He happily obliged and my hole earned a nice load. He started doing this almost every night, bringing food and eating it in front of me. Sometimes I would jerk his cock while he ate. I let him cum inside me almost every time, to let him know I was really into this. He was growing, almost doubling in size by the fifth month. His breathing was more labored and he moved more slowly. It was so hot to see him transform his body like this for me. He knew I got off on power, and he was willing to supply an infinite amount. One night after his feeding, he got on top of me and I looked him dead in the eye. I said that now that he’s so heavy, even I can’t overpower him. So if he or anyone ever wants me full time, all they’d have to do is overpower me. Put the right drugs in me. And expose me. By this point, I was unsatisfied. I had been with Pat for 7 years. Bland. Boring. My job paid well but was soul sucking. I did make partner but hated the work. I wanted the only thing that’s ever made me happy in life: power. And with Jesus, I had all the power I wanted. I get to be a slut. So I gave Jesus instructions to fulfill my lifelong fantasy to be drugged and made a sex slave. I told him how to mix the meth into the lube. I told him what type of guys would make my pussy purr while high and videotaped. I told him where to position the cameras to get the best angles of my hole, physique, and face. I told him to make sure no one grabs my hair because I will get it done for the recording. I gave him my phone password. I was ready to have a new life, but I wanted it set up for me. After I gave him the instructions, I asked him two things. First, did he have any questions? He did not. I also told him to record my instructions with his phone, so he could always relisten. Second, where does he want his name tattooed on my body? His eyes lit up. “You mean it baby?” He asked. His burger breath repulsed me. He was always sticky from his body sweats, so there was a thin layer of constant BO. He repulsed me and turned me on at once. But I was falling for him. Or maybe I’ve long fallen for him and I’m just now acknowledging it. Whatever it is, I wanted his hands. I got on his lap and told him to fist me. His greasy hands squirted lube and started to work my hole. He simulated rubbing against my hole and putting something there. “Just like that?” He asked. I nodded. He inverted me and poured lube directly into my hole. Just like that. I nodded. He grabbed my throat and said no hair. As he squeezed my neck and worked my hole, I looked at him and said, “I love you.” I exploded and hit my eye and chin.

Love both. French me first so I’m soaked from my head on down. Then make me drink it with your cock right at the back of my throat so I just gulp it down. Or being piss fucked is a great way to take a guys piss. Feel him slam into you and have it dribble down your legs and balls.

Just got 3 tasty loads from the local Spa....home now just around midnight and horny for more!! Definitely eat my own before bed but cruising for a stud to stop by for another sweet cum dump!! 🙂 🏳️‍🌈🌈💦💦

I’ve tried it. Took 2 pills and power fucked three bottoms. It felt like having a mega superhuman cock.

Part 5 and the last chapter. Back home….Jake is waiting . The house was dark and silent. Jake sat in the club chair in the corner of their bedroom, a shadow in a room of shadows. It was midnight. The only light was the faint glow of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds, striping the floor. He'd been sitting there for hours, staring at the bedroom door, a glass of scotch sweating in his hand. He was wearing track pants and a tight black t-shirt, the fabric clinging to his chest. The alcohol was a warm, familiar hum in his veins, but it couldn't drown out the storm in his head. He was so angry he felt like he could shatter, but underneath the rage was a love so profound it terrified him. He loved Chad so much it felt like a physical part of him, and the thought of what he'd done, what he'd lost, was a knife twisting in his gut. Outside, the car pulled up. Heavy, lingering kisses were pressed against Chad's lips, sone from Asha, dark and possessive, then one from Andrew, surprisingly gentle. They sent him off with a soft "Go on," and Chad stumbled up the stairs to the house he shared with Jake, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The bedroom door squeaked open slowly. Chad pushed it into the dark room and dropped his luggage by the door. "Sorry," he blurted out, his voice cracking. "I love you." Jake remained silent, a statue in the corner. Chad could see his silhouette, the shape of him in the chair. He shrugged off his coat, then his sweater, letting them fall to the floor. The silence was deafening. Jake slowly set his glass down on the small table beside him. When he finally spoke, his voice was thick, choked with emotion. "I love you so much it hurts." As he said the words, he felt a confusing, traitorous heat bloom in his groin. His cock began to harden, pressing insistently against the soft fabric of his track pants. He wasn't wearing underwear. The mix of profound love and searing anger was a potent, painful aphrodisiac. "But I'm so mad at you," he said, his voice rising. "Don't come near me." He stood up, his shadow looming larger. "Take off all your clothes." Chad flinched at the shout, shocked by the sudden shift in tone. He hesitated for only a second before his trembling fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. "That's it, you slut," Jake snarled, his voice raw. "Get fucking naked." Chad's face burned with embarrassment as he quickly shed the rest of his clothes, standing naked and vulnerable in the center of the room. "Take off those cum-soaked underwear, too," Jake commanded, pointing at the briefs still pooled around Chad's ankles. Chad kicked them away. "Now turn around," Jake's voice was a low growl. "Get on all fours on the floor. Spread your ass cheeks. I want to see that hole." Humiliated, Chad did as he was told, sinking to his hands and knees and reaching back to pull himself open. A little bit of cum, a mixture of all three men, leaked out and trickled down his thigh. "Whose cum is that?" Jake's voice was dangerously quiet. "Asha's? Andrew's? Someone else's?" "Both," Chad whispered, his face pressed into the carpet. "Push it out, Chad. Let me see." Chad bore down, and more of the fluid leaked from his used hole. Jake's heart was pounding, his cock now fully, painfully hard. He walked over and stood over Chad. "I love you so much, Chad," he said, the words a tortured confession. He looked down and saw the obvious outline of his erection straining against his pants. He took a deep breath. "Lay flat on your stomach on the floor. Spread your legs." Chad complied, his body trembling. Jake pulled down his track pants, freeing his thick, uncut cock. He kicked his pants away and knelt, then lowered himself on top of Chad, his weight a familiar, comforting pressure. "I love you," Jake whispered into Chad's ear. "I love you, too," Chad sobbed into the carpet. "Really?" Jake asked, his voice breaking as he positioned his cock at Chad's entrance. "You really love me?" He pushed inside, the entry slow, gentle, a stark contrast to his earlier fury. He fucked Chad with a slow, hard rhythm, each thrust a question and an answer. "I love you, Chad," Jake repeated, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you," Chad chanted back, his tears soaking into the rug. With a final, deep push, Jake came, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into his boyfriend. He didn't pull out. He stayed on Chad's back, his weight pinning him down, his arms wrapped around Chad's chest, holding him as if he might disappear. He held him for what seemed like forever, two broken pieces of a whole, clinging to each other in the dark. Jake's weight was a solid, grounding force on Chad's back. After an eternity, he slowly pushed himself up, his arms trembling slightly. He looked down at Chad, at the mess of tear-streaked face and sweat-soaked hair. "I can smell them on you," Jake said, his voice quiet but clear, devoid of its earlier anger. It was a statement of fact, not an accusation. "I'm mad because I love you. I'm so mad because I only want you for myself. I want you to move in. I love you." The words hung in the air, a raw, desperate plea. Before Chad could fully process them, Jake was getting up, his movements stiff. He walked into the bathroom without looking back, and the sound of the shower starting filled the silence. Chad pushed himself up from the floor, his body aching. He found his robe on the back of the door and wrapped it around himself, sinking down to sit on the carpet in the dark. He hugged his knees to his chest, his mind a whirlwind of guilt, relief, and a confusing, powerful love. When Jake finished, he walked out of the bedroom without a word. Chad listened to his footsteps on the stairs. He waited a few minutes, then got up and took his own quick shower, the hot water washing away the physical evidence of the night, but not the emotional turmoil. He put his robe back on, his cock already hardening again with a nervous, hopeful energy, and made his way downstairs. Jake was in the living room, standing by the fireplace. He had two glasses of red wine in his hands. He looked up as Chad entered, his expression unreadable in the soft light. Chad walked over, his heart pounding. He took one of the glasses from Jake's hand. "I love you," he said, his voice firm. "I want to stay here living with you" A slow, beautiful smile spread across Jake's face. It was the first genuine smile Chad had seen from him in what felt like a lifetime. He sat down on the couch, and Chad sat right beside him, wrapping his arms around Jake and kissing him gently. Jake's cock was hard, a solid ridge pressing against Chad's leg through their robes. The contact sent a jolt of desire through him. Jake set both glasses on the coffee table, the crystal clinking softly. He turned back to Chad, and they were kissing again, this time with a desperate, passionate intensity. It went on for several minutes, a silent conversation of forgiveness and longing. Jake's hands began to roam, his touch growing more insistent. "I love you so much," Jake murmured against Chad's lips. He shifted, lying back on the couch, pulling Chad with him. Chad climbed on top, his knees on either side of Jake's hips. They could feel their hard cocks pressing together through the thick terry cloth of their robes. The friction was maddening. Chad struggled to find a comfortable position, his body awkward with need. With a frustrated sigh, he sat up and pulled off his robe, letting it fall to the floor. Jake was lying flat, his own robe still tied. He watched Chad, his eyes dark with desire. He reached down and undid the belt, parting the soft fabric to reveal his body. His chest was defined, with a light sprinkling of dark hair that tapered down to his flat stomach. His 7-inch uncut cock lay hard against his belly, the foreskin partially retracted. He was smiling, a soft, inviting smile. Chad laid back down on Jake's body, their skin touching for the first time that night. They kissed, a slow, deep, exploring kiss. "I want you to fuck me," Jake whispered, his voice thick with emotion. A single tear escaped from the corner of his eye, tracing a path through the hair at his temple. Excitement surged through Chad. He'd never fucked Jake before. He'd never even considered it. He lifted one of Jake's legs, draping it over his waist. He started by frotting, sliding his own hard cock against Jake's, the slick friction sending shivers through both of them. Then he spat into his hand, rubbing the saliva onto his fingers. He gently probed Jake's hole, his touch careful and reverent. He spat again, this time into his palm, and mixed it with the precum leaking from his own cock, coating his shaft. They stared at each other, their breathing heavy. Chad wanted to plow him, to take him with the same desperate force he'd felt all night, but he held back. He loved this man too much. He positioned himself and gently pushed in, entering him missionary style. The feeling was incredible. Jake was tight, hot, and he gasped as Chad filled him. Chad started to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. It wasn't rough; it was deep and intimate, a connection that went beyond the physical. "I love you, Chad," Jake breathed, his hands gripping Chad's arms. "I love you, too," Chad replied, his voice thick with emotion. The words, the connection, the feeling of being inside the man he loved—it was all too much. Chad felt his orgasm building, and he could tell Jake was close, too. With a final, deep thrust, Chad came, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into Jake. The feeling of Chad's pulsing release sent Jake over the edge, and he came as well, his own cum spattering between their chests. Chad collapsed on top of Jake, his body spent. He stayed inside him until he softened and finally plopped out. They didn't move. They lay there, holding each other in a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat and Jake's cum between them, and fell asleep just like that, exhausted and finally, completely, together. THE END

just sucked a random load in my hotel in Buckhead and fuck he came so much down my throat. I've got one anon cock from sniffies on the way, and one other guy in my hotel who wants to sneak out from his bf to fuck me. Looks like it's going to be a fun weekend. I'll put updates here, and if you're in ATL and want to share a load, hmu!

one time a dom top took me to a old dirty motel. there was cum all over the tv screen. he fucked me while I licked it clean

I met my friends for drinks and pizza. As I got home around 9pm. I lay in bed and got on BBRT. I again searched profiles and tried a different search. 60 yrs+ Top only HIV Large/Oh my god Give in ass Give in mouth Take none Kissing BDSM I ended up seeing 21 profiles with 16 online. I went thru them and started to get hard. There were some hot dudes and also some not so hot dudes. Top Delivers Not prince charming or Brad Pitt here. 64 yr old average guy look less than average body but I will make any bottom cream and not want to leave. Top here looking for younger bottom to fuck and have long term fun with. I looked at his pics and he wasn't anything to look at. He wasn't ugly he just wasn't noticeable. His body was ok but then his cock pic. OMG it was huge. It looked at least 9". I moved on to another profile. Top with the Right Stuff 70 yr old POZ top here with high VRL. Young bottoms to the front. I will make you sing and see stars. Love bi-curious guys looking to learn. Reminder I am HIV positive and looking to breed. No meds here. Advanced HIV. No PnP, poppers ok. Be opened minded and we will have so much fun. As I read his profile I was intrigued. What does advanced HIV mean? I looked at his pics. He was tall handsome and thin. He looked not well but still had a nice body frame with some muscle and a thick moustache. His cock was huge it looked at least 9" and thick. My cock throbbed as I looked at his pics. He even had some of him in what looked like a very young bottom taking him with his face covered. I was so horny right now I got out the dildo and lube and stuck it in my ass and started to ride it. I stared at the pics and thought of Rick, Professor and all the men fucking me. I started to shoot cum all over again without touching myself. I calmed down and licked up all the cum. I was restless and still horny but tired. I best go to sleep.

In my face or forced down my throat. It's about the domination and degradation.

In any fuck, I'm a participant, not a prop. I'm a total bottom who loves to please and connect with a breeders vibe. I'm instinctively reading his body, thrusts, and movements to try and anticipate and give him what he needs. It's like dancing (the Baptists got that right at least) and everyone needs to be paying attention so you can flow from one moment to another. Someone leads and someone follows or you swap places multiple times during the fuck. You can tell if a breeder needs you to hold your ass still for them to pound you out, or if they're inviting you to slut out into a deep arch, or thrust your ass back onto their dick like you need to own every inch. You can feel how their movement changes when they feel you react to that thing they did and moan like a wild animal. It's about being present, paying close attention, and listening to your instincts. I'm not sure what a breeder is looking for in a bathhouse ass-up situation, but when I've been ass-up in my room I'm working on feeling the energy in the music in my body. It means I move a little, not much, but hopefully enough for breeders walking past to see I'm reacting to what's happening and might be a fun hole for them to spend some time in. There's lots of things a bottom can do to make doggie more interesting and fun and many of them come from reading the energy of the fuck. Sometimes when a guy is absolutely wailing on my ass with my shoulders on the bed, I feel he's clearly challenging me to match him. That's when I grab the sheets and push away to make firm handholds and walk my hands back to flex my body up onto all four limbs and back even harder onto his dick and hips. It gives me more ability to throw back into him, and lots of those guys seem to find another gear when they realize you're a lot stronger than they thought. Some of the best fucks I've had have been dominant guys who really love how submissive I am, but who get startled and then really turned on when they hit my button and see how I get much more primal. In doggie, there are moments to just take it like a helpless hole and moments to up the ante. Paying attention is how you don't miss them.

If they're not about to be in public I put my load where they don't expect it. If I get the vibe they're trying to be ready to pull off when I cum, or if they ask me to warn them first, I'll hold they're head down while I impregnate their throat.

Chapter 7 ——— Kenny ———— It had been a pretty exciting day. I woke thinking I only had to work a dinner to close shift tonight at the pizza shop. I sometimes have to also work my second part-time job. I only do it mainly for the love of it. I get 40+ at the shop so I really don’t need the second gig. However, I had always loved yoga and mediation and tai chi. I was introduced to them at various times in my life and fell in love with them all. Right after I had started at the shop I was talking with Ant one shift and told him the my loves when he asked what I did in my spare time. Knowing that I was new to the city having moved here with my now ex-boyfriend he recommended I check out the local community center. I looked into later that night after work and found out it wasn’t strictly a gay only center but the majority of the people that used it were queer. I figured it’d be a good way to meet new people and even tried to get the now ex to go with me (surprise he declined). I got there and just fell in love with it. After only a few months of attendance, and after me and the ex split, I saw a posting asking for a volunteer to teach a yoga for beginners class. Buck and Ant always promoted volunteering and giving back to the community so I figured I see about helping out. I started teaching that class and then after a few weeks the director asked me to also start and teach both a meditation and tai chi class. The center was looking for ways to grow and he thought both would appeal to the community. Now a year and a half later I was teaching 9 classes a week (3 of each). The community center and the shop worked with me to get a schedule so I could do both and not lose hours at the shop. Up till 6 months ago I volunteered my services but the center got a grant so the director paid me a small stipend every quarter to teach the classes. Anyway I had planned to spend the day cleaning, but I got a call from Buck telling me that our new guy Jacob needed to get moved out of his parent’s house pronto and asked if I could help. He also told me he wanted back up (not that he would need it, I have seen him box at the center a few times and I would go against him) in case Jacob’s step-dad was there and got stupid. Jacob was a cool kid and I of course agreed to help right away. I swung by a local market and got some boxes and tape. Then headed to meet them at the address Buck texted me. We got everything packed and loaded into Buck’s truck pretty quick. Jacob, the sweet boy, tried to pay me for helping which I declined. I told him we were bros and you don’t have to pay bros for help when you are in a bind. I didn’t know the drama and didn’t need to. I knew Buck would handle it. I just gave him a hug and I told him we were there for him. He thanked me and got in the truck with Buck. After they left I had to get to the store for my shift. I was closing with Lance tonight. Him in the kitchen and me up front as per usual. It was always a great time working a shift with him. We were steady all night and had our normal dinner rush but nothing we couldn’t handle. Ant had been there since opening so he went home for a few hours that night before coming back to lock up and pull the drawer and everything. Jayden used to be the third person trained to lock up so Buck and Ant didn’t have to be the only ones. They were training Trev on how to do it, but they hadn’t had him fly solo yet. Plus he was off tonight after working lunch and the dinner rush. The call to help our new boy move out or working the shift with Lance wasn’t the only interesting things that happened that night. I had been talking with a guy on a notorious raw sex only hookup app that had a lot of chasers on it. He had been curious about poz sex and gifting. I had been talking him through it and answering his questions. Much like Buck had with me before he made me one of his scorpion boys. That happened a few months after my ex and I split, I’d had a crush on Buck from the start. When I expressed it he said he was interested in me but then told me his status. I hadn’t heard of gifting or pozzing or the Poz brotherhood or anything before. Within a few weeks I was on my back begging for Buck to infect me. It was the best choice I ever made. Now I was helping another guy join the brotherhood. I knew the shop did that for a few VIP customers and I had even been the delivery guy a few times. But this was separate from that and from. It was personal. The guy was DL, closeted, and hadn’t share anymore than necessary. But I could tell from what I knew he was hot! I knew I was no slob. I had turned 30 this year but I was told I look 26-27. I was average height at 5’9, and was height weight proportionate. I didn’t have abs but I also didn’t have a gut. I was hairy all over but on my head and face which I purposely keep shaved. I had about 30 tats on me including the red scorpion on my shoulder that matched all other boys tats. I had several piercings. My nose, multiple in my ears (but no gages), my nips, my belly button, my gouch, and the favorite of the guys I fucked: my PA and my Jacob’s ladder. It was a big ladder, most people were surprised when I pulled out my 9.5 in thick dick. It was the most un-average thing about me as far as body type when. I pretty sure I had the biggest dicks of all the scorpion guys, Buck and Ant included. Even though I was very well endowed I was 100% vers. I love either bunk or to flip equally. The guy I was taking too had a good body. His profile said he was 24 years old, bi, a former D1 athlete, 6’2 tall with 200lbs of muscle, Latino, and had a 7 in uncut cock. I also learned he was a complete bottom when with men. Well he had messaged me while I was working and he was finally ready to take that step and let me knock him up. I messaged him back as soon as I got off work and we arranged for him to come to my place in an hour. I got home and got everything ready. Straightened up my room, made sure I had cold water bottles in the fridge, and got the lube out on the bed side table. When I answered the knock at my door I was very pleasantly surprised. Where my body (minus the embellishments) was almost the text book example of average he was the dictionary example jock and of conventionally good looking. He matched his profile information to a T. Tall, well defined body and muscle, and later would I’d confirm he was also truthful about his package. He didn’t have a single tar or piercing on his body. His skin was a warm brown and he had dark brown hair in the normal places but not too much of it. He has beautiful piercing green eyes and a sexy smile that could melt butter. He introduced himself as Jon when I got him into the living room. I provided the water bottle as a way to help break the ice. We fumbled through some small talk till he said fuck it and took me in a passionate kiss. We stood in the living room making out. Feeling each other all over as we stripped the clothes off one another. I stopped at his jock as he was super sexy in it and I loved fucking a guy in a jock. He got me totally naked. When he saw my pierced dick he dropped to his knees and started to examine them. Taking my half hard cock in his hand and feeling all the piercings. “I have never seen a guy with piercing on his junk. Or with so many tats. You are sexy as fuck man!” He said in a very deep voice. “Yea, wait till you feel the piercing in your ass. They will drive that prostate crazy baby” I replied as he continued his examination. He clearly like what he say as his uncut dick was full mass with the head poking up out of his jock. He took my head and PA into his mouth. Tasting the ring and my rapidly swelling head. Just by sucking on my head/PA he got me rock hard almost instantly. He started to take my big poz dick down his throat inch my inch. Slowly making his way to my pubes. He didn’t get all the way down, most couldn’t, but got a good 3/4ths down. For a guy with so little experience he really knew how to give head. He had my legs shaking and me telling him what a good cock sucker that he was as he went to town. When I had to stop him so I didn’t cum I pulled out of his mouth and joined him on the floor. Laying on my back I told him to sit on my face. I loved eating his hole as he sat on me. He was moaning as he jerked his dick in his jock with one hand and steadied himself with his other hand on my chest. I ate his sweet raw neg brown hole for at least 20 mins. Making sure I got it loose and ready to be opened. ”Fuck baby I need you to fuck me so bad!!” He cried out climbing off my face. He pulled me up and sat me on the sofa and climbed on top of me facing me. As he lined my now leaking charged dick up with his sweet neg hole we started making out. He occasionally spit on his hand and reached behind him to lube up my dick and his hole. ”I have lube in the other room baby. I can go get it.” I told him as my PA touched his hole. ”No, I want a spit fuck. Between that and the piercings it gives a better chance of getting your strain. I been wanting this for years and now I have decided to do it I am not taking any chances.” He told me as my PA and fat dripping cock head pushes against his very tight raw hole. It took a good 2-3 minutes to just work the head into his hole. He moaned in ecstasy when my head finally popped into his hole. He threw his head back and closed his eyes as he began to slowly take all of my 9.5 inches little by little. When he finally hit my pubes he pulled his head forward and leaned over and started kissing me as he slowly started to fuck himself on my massive poz dick. I had learned over the years it was always best to let a bottom ride me first to get open and used to my big dick before I took charge. He slowly speed up his riding moaning more and more as he accelerated. We alternated between kissing and him putting head in my neck and kissing me there. He started playing with my nipple piercings, which was a direct line to my dick. I was as hard a steel in his hole as he rode me. My balls were full and churning with dirty seed. “Fuck baby your hole feels so good on my poz dick!! You’re sexy as fuck!! I am ready to deposit my first toxic babies in your ass!” I told him as my hands roamed his body and he continued to ride me. “You going to give me more than one charged load daddy?” He asked me as he picked up his speed even more. “Oh yea, you are going to ride one out of me then I am going to fuck a second one into that neg hole boy!” That made him made go farel. I gripped his hips and started to drive upward meeting his downward thrusts. “Fuck baby here it comes. Take this dirty seed in your hole. Daddy is knocking you up boy!!” “Yes daddy knock me up!! Give it to me!! Make me poz!!” He moaned as I filled his tight neg hole full of my charged nut. I didn’t have time to rest because as soon as I finished cumming he jumped off my lap and was down on his knees sucking my dick clean. There was red on my PA and pink cum on my dick. “That’s a good sign you got scrapped and my cum is absorbing into your blood stream boy.” I said through moans as he sucked my softening dick. He didn’t answer but just kept sucking me and brought me back to 95% hardness. I pulled him up and kissed him tasting my cum and his juices on his tongue. I moved him to doggy position leaning him over the back of the sofa. I lined my big raw poz dick up against his hole and shoved it in balls deep in one hard thrust. I could tell it took his breath away but his hole had loosened and there was plenty of cum from the first fuck so I knew it wouldn’t hurt too bad. I started to piston in and out of his hole. Hard deep fast strokes. Making sure to angle it so I knew I was hitting his prostate with each stroke. My PA and Jacob’s ladder rubbing his insides as I made him quake and tremble. I fucked him hard now that the gentle fucking was behind us. I pulled his hair as I fucked him. Slapping his ass as I pounded him deep. He told me he liked it a little rough and I was going to make sure I gave that to him. After 7-8 minutes of intense pounding his prostate had been stimulated to the point he couldn’t hold his cum anymore. “Fuck daddy you are going to fuck the cum out of me!! I am about to blow my last neg load!!” “Fuck yes boy!! Shoot that cum!! I am bout to impregnate you again with my toxic seed!!” I answered as I continued to pound him. We came at the same time. Me deep in his second hole and him hands free all over his chest, abs, face, and some on my sofa. I pulled out of him and turned him around and licked his cum from all over his body. I pulled his head down and kissed him with my mouth full of his last neg load. We made out sharing his cum. Afterward he put a plug he’d brought with him in his hole to keep my high viral cum in his hole. His aim to give an even better chance of my strain taking. I doubt he needed it, I put two hige and very toxic loads in him balls deep! We went to the bathroom to shower and clean off. Making out and feeling each other up as we did. He got dressed and thanked me for helping him fulfill his dream. I told him it was definitely my pleasure and that if he needed another load I’d be glad to recharge him (or try again if it didn’t take). I kissed him good night before I opened the door so he would feel more comfortable. He left and fast walked to his mustang. He was gone before I’d had the door closed and locked. I was tied after all the cleaning, helping move Jacob, work, and then the fuck marathon. I had a yoga class followed by a meditation class at 8 in the morning so that only left me few hours to sleep before I would be up. I set my alarm and feel into bed. I knew that the sleep deprivation was so worth it! I closed my eyes and passed into the dream realm. ——- Jacob ———— I woke up startled forgetting for a minute where I was. Then I breathed a sigh of relief as I settled back into my pillows. I got up and made my way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. All I had brought with me yesterday was my clothes, my old laptop, a few nicknacks and keep sakes I had in my room, my important documents, my gaming chair I got from my grand parents on my moms side for Christmas last year, a old small tv I had in my room, and my bedding (sheets, pillows, and quilt my dad’s mom made me before she passed). That was it and I hadn’t had time to go and get anything last night. Luckily I only worked the dinner/closing shift tonight and I could go get the necessities before then. I needed a coffee maker, towels, and food for sure. The apartment already had a microwave. There was a small set of silverware, a spatula, a few plates and bowls, a pot, and a frying pan. Most of it looked like it was left behinds by the previous owner but I could get some soap and clean them good and use them till I saved up to replace them. I was getting dressed when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Ant standing there with two travel mugs of coffee one in each hand. A big smile on his face. ”Welcome to the neighborhood!” He said cheerfully. “Umm you live near by? I saw Buck park across the street last night but I didn’t know you lived near by.” I told him a little confused and surprised. “Oh I live right next to him. You see my bike right there.” He pointed to the drive next to Bucks. I hadn’t seen it last night but I was clear today. “Oh well that’s cool! Though living by both your bosses may be a little bit of a downer!” I teased him as I opened the door and motioned for him to come in. He handed me a coffee as he walked by me. That too surprised me. But it smelled delicious and I dint argue. He pulled a few sugar packets and a small travel sized container of what looked like milk or creamer out of his pants pocket and put them on the table. “Ah we aren’t that bad!! I mean what other boss would bring you coffee with the fixings?” He said as he exaggeratedly motioned to the table as he made a goofy face. “True, I guess I can stay for a while then.” I joked back at him with a small laugh. ”Good. Now make your coffee so we can head to the store. I am sure you need a few things.” He told before taking a sip of his own coffee. I tried to argue with him as I made my coffee, but he would have none of it. He said he had drove Buck to work then borrowed his truck so he could help me. Buck and Trevor were working, Lance didn’t have a car, and Kenny had his classes so that left him to be the chauffeur for the day. I tried to push back one more time and was told I was part of the family now and he wouldn’t have me trying to ride my bike loaded down with stuff or try to carry it on the bus. End of discussion. I reluctantly agreed but sincerely thanked him for his help. We left the house and climbed into the borrowed truck. It didn’t take long to get to the store. We were able to get most everything I needed there. I made sure to be frugal as I only had so much till pay day. I only got what I need and only things on sale or off brand stuff. While we were at the store Ant bought me a box of pots and pans. I would have argued but he called it a house warming present. I accepted and thanked him, even if I thought him and the guys were all being too generous for someone they had known less than a month. We left the store and went to the market to get a few staples and ingredients for a few simple, cheap, and easy meals. The market wasn’t far from my apartment so after I got paid or got my tips tonight I could run there for other stuff I needed or wanted. We got back to my apartment and unloaded everything. I put everything away. It wasn’t much but it was a start toward what I needed. I was putting the last of my things in the barhroom when there was a knock at the door and I heard Ant answer it. When I walked back into the kitchen there were two styrofoam containers on the table and two bottles of soda. Ant was pulling napkins and plastic silverware from a bag. “My aunt makes the best BBQ in the city. Plus there are sides. I also got you the soda I know you drink. My cousin was out making deliveries and dropped this by for us.” He said as though it wasn’t that big of a deal. I was just plain overwhelmed with all the love he and the others had shown me over the last 36 hours. I walked up to him and hugged him hard. He just hugged me back and only released me when I let go of him. We sat and ate a late lunch together. He left after that to go home and get ready for work. He was closing too. He told me he’d take me too and back from work since we were on the same shift if that was ok with me. I agreed and not long after we were at work. Trev and Ant worked the back and me and Kenny were up front during the dinner rush. Buck was floating and visiting with waiting customers. After it slowed down we went down to just me and Ant. It was a good shift and I enjoyed closing with Ant. At 11 he closed us down, counted out the drawer, locked everything in the safe, and gave me my share of the cash tips. It was around $150 which I planned to use to go back to the market tomorrow. We went out the back door and locked up then traveled home. We chatted as Ant drove. He dropped me at my house and waited till I was inside to pull off. I really loved these guys. They were truly more of a family than just a bunch of guys that worked together. I showered then laid in bed and thought of Buck standing in the lobby all sexy, charming, and buff as he talked to the guest. I was almost to dick-stracted that to work. I closed my eyes and jerked my hard cock to Buck. Imagining what he looked like naked. How his hands would feel on my skin. What his mouth would taste like. Or better yet what his dick would taste like. How it would feel to have him open my virgin hole for the first time. I erupted a huge load all over my T-shirt I wore to bed (luckily I had a stacked washer dryer in the hall closet). I took my shirt off and threw it in the corner where my future laundry hamper would go. I slept so deep and good that night with dreams of big strong Buck! ————————— I really wanted to use this chapter to really introduce the final scorpion boy to you all. I know we only had a brief look into Lance but we had almost nothing on Kenny. I will make sure to flush out Lance more in the future too. I’m really enjoying this story and I hope you guys are too! Thank you again for all the great reactions and comments!! It is really nice to have all the positive feedback! Hope you all enjoy this chapter and there will be more to come!

yeah add another in the camp of if my cock is in you, I'm cumming in you. I don't pull out for anyone men or women, my seed always get shot inside. There's no point in sex to me unless I can leave part of me swimming in whoever I'm fucking. roughtly 350-400 holes so far and counting, I love spreading my seed.

If a bottom is letting me fuck him Bb I'm gonna cum in his arse 100%

This is a continuation of the story - Part 3 Enjoy I went to bed and with the drinks I had during the evening, I went right to sleep and got a good nights rest. When I woke up the next morning I was too excited to eat, so I just jumped into the shower to get ready. I was sure to take extra care shaving around my cock, my balls and then I shaved around my hole and up my crack. As it indeed was supposed to be a hot day I didn’t bother to put on any underwear. I just put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, socks and my running shoes. My shorts brushing up against my freshly shaved cock and balls sent a little tingle through me. My stomach was fluttering. Did I really want to do this? Did I really want to meet John in person? I had gotten a lot of pleasure over the past month or so, and I had lots of fantasy and masturbation material in my head from it. I could leave it at that and just go to one of the other theme parks, or I could just stay home and watch porn and jerk off. I was literally shaking as I tried to make a decision. I poured myself a drink even though it was morning but it calmed my nerves so I could think more clearly. What was the harm in going to the theme park? John didn’t know what I looked like so I could stand right next to him and he would not know it was me. Why not go to the park and decide when I got there? I headed over to the theme park, arriving ten minutes early and found a good spot from where I could observe John as he arrived and waited at our agreed upon place. I still hadn’t made my decision yet. Maybe I would just watch him from afar. After ten minutes he said he would go into the park for the day. I could just follow along a safe distance behind, blending right in with all the other people. I could change my mind and approach him anytime during the day. But there again, there was no harm in just meeting him and talking and enjoying the park … or was there? I didn’t have long to wait as I spotted John walking towards our agreed upon spot. He was more attractive in person and I felt a tingle both in my cock and in my ass. I diverted my gaze around so I would not be noticeable. As he reached our meeting spot, he began to look around, letting his eyes scan the crowd. Suddenly his gaze locked on me as I happened to be looking towards him when he looked my way. It seemed as if our eyes locked on each other. I forced myself to looked away, but when I looked back, he was still staring at me. This time, as my eyes again met his, he smiled. I froze. I knew I only had two choices now. I could just walk away or I could go meet him. There was no harm in saying “HI,” so, as if on auto pilot, my legs began to move and I walked over to where he was standing. The closer I got to him, the bigger his smile became. Finally I was in front of him. He reached out his hand to shake mine and said “Hi. I’m John. I am glad you made the decision to join me this morning.” His handshake and his casual manner immediately put me at ease. I was going to tell him I almost didn’t show, but I was here now. That was the past. “How did you recognize me?”, I asked. John chuckled as he explained that as he scanned the crowd, there was only one guy with a little stiffy wiggling in his shorts. Looking down I suddenly realized that my five inch cock was indeed standing up and bobbing, making a noticeable tent in my shorts. I must have turned bright red for a moment as I too began to laugh. “Guess that is what I get for making the decision not to wear any underwear.” John replied, “You will have the opportunity to make many more decisions today. Oh and by the way, I am not wearing any underwear either. Shall we go in and enjoy the park?” When I thought about John’s eight inch cock bare under his shorts, mine seemed to get even harder. I knew I had to do something quick to distract my mind so my erection would go down, so I smiled in agreement, and turning, headed to the park entrance. We spent an enjoyable morning and afternoon as we chatted and enjoyed the theme park. We both liked the same things and we found we were both very comfortable with each other. Every so often when there was no one close enough to hear, John would make some comment to me, such as “My cock is tingling thinking about your hot ass” and “I bet you are thinking about taking it bare” and “Imagine what it will feel like with a number of loads deep inside you.” Each time John would make a comment, my little cock would start to tingle and if I could not distract my mind quick enough I would develop a tent in my shorts. By mid-afternoon it had gotten very hot so John suggested we head over to one of the water parks so we could cool off in the pools and enjoy the water slides. It sounded like a great idea so we both drove with me following him. It was decision time again. I could keep following him or I could turn off and head home. But why? John was a nice guy and we had a lot in common. If I didn’t want to get sexual with him, we could just be friends right? We parked our cars and grabbed our swim suits and headed inside. Once we were inside the water park, John said we needed to get lockers so we could put our clothes in them. He asked if I wanted to just share a locker or if I wanted my own. Another decision. If I had my own, I could leave at any time and head home, but if we shared one then I would have to stay until John was ready to go. Well I love the water parks and I could stay there all day long so might as well just share one. After renting our locker we headed off to the changing area to put our suits on. I could not help but get a little excited as I was hoping to catch a glimpse of John’s cock as he changed into his swim suit. He must have known what I was thinking as he took his time. I had gotten out of my t-shirt and shorts and quickly put my swim suit on before anyone could notice that I was semi-erect. John had only taken his shirt off and I could see a couple of bright colorful tattoos on his upper chest near his shoulders. He commented that in his professional career, tattoos were best kept in places that could be covered by clothing so that they were not visible at work. John was standing directly in front of me as he slowly began to take his shorts off. He took his time and then after removing them, stood there nude as he neatly folded his shorts giving me ample time to catch glimpses of his cock. It was absolutely gorgeous and impressive. It was all of his stated eight inches, and to describe it as 'thick' was an understatement. I knew I would have to be totally fucked-up to even get the head of it into my ass. His pubic area was closely trimmed and a large shaved hanging sack with two well defined balls complimented his package. I was afraid I was going to just start drooling all over myself when we heard someone enter the changing area, so I turned away as John pulled up his swim suit. We put our clothing in the locker and then headed to the water to cool off, where we spent the afternoon in the pools and on the slides. As in the theme park John would make comments when no one was close enough to hear, but he played a different angle. John would draw my attention to the women. “Check out that hot young woman over there. Those tits are about to pop out of her top. Bet you would like to hold those in your hands” “Check out that woman over there. See the camel toe in her bikini bottom. I bet you would love to bury your face in that.” But then he would add comments like “You know she would never let you fuck her. She wants a big cock sliding in and out of her. Bet you would love to know what she feels like with a big cock plowing in and out of her.” “I bet she would do anything to suck on a big cock like mine.” The effect of his comments had me looking at all the women, thin, fat, young and old. My cock was tingling almost non-stop. Whenever I could sneak a squeeze of it, I would, but as my eyes feasted on the women and my cock responded to the increasing horniness, my mind was fixating on images of big hard dripping cocks in front of my face or sliding deep into my ass… Big Fat Dripping POZ cocks! After we had cooled down in the water, we decided to sit and have a couple of drinks at the Tiki bar. The alcohol relaxed me, but it also increased my horniness. As we sat enjoying our drinks and talking, John would look at a woman going by and my gaze would follow his and then I would fix my gaze on her tits, or her ass, or her pussy. My cock would tingle and then I would look back at John. He was sitting sideways on the bar stool facing me with his legs spread. As I looked back at John, he would glance down at his crotch and again my gaze would follow his. I could see a little outline of his cock through his loose fitting swim suit. It is a good thing I had my towel on my lap so no one could see my erection. It was late afternoon so we decided to hit the pool one last time before we left, and after one last dip, and having cooled-off, we headed to the locker. John said he was just going to keep his swim suit on so I did as well and we headed to our cars. Out in the parking lot John said he had enjoyed the day. He had some errands to run and then get dinner and rest a little. He was going to a local bathhouse later in the evening. “It is time for another decision.”, he said, continuing “It has been a nice magical day. It can end here and now, or it can continue and maybe be a night of thrills. The decision is yours. I do not want an answer now. Go home and think about it. If you decide you want things to continue, then follow the instructions on this paper. This is Step 1. Then meet me at the bathhouse at 11:oo P.M. if you decide to continue. There will be other Steps and decisions as we proceed.” With that he stepped close and handed me an envelope, then reached between us and grabbed my again stiff cock and gave it a squeeze. Then he said goodbye, got in his car and left. I suddenly realized I was just standing next to my car with an erect cock tenting my swim suit with a sealed envelope in my hand. I got into my car trembling as I opened the envelope and began to read. I needed to make a couple of stops on my way home to pick up some things on the list. And then depending on my decision I had some things to do to get ready for my night of thrills. My mind must have crashed from sexual overload as I don’t remember a whole lot of my trip home. I made the stops I needed to and picked the things up and I was soon back at my house. I set my bags on the table and sat down on the couch for a minute to relax. What was I doing? Why was I doing this? I needed to stop now! I picked up the instructions from John and read them again. I needed to think straight. I needed to calm myself down. Going into the kitchen I fixed myself a stiff drink and sat back down and put the TV on to distract myself. The drink helped to relax me and I soon could think more clearly. I saw the bags sitting on the table and I thought I should just take them outside and throw them in the trash. But I didn’t. Why not? It was suddenly clear - because I wanted to have a big cock ramming deep up my ass! What harm would it do? I could insist that John or anyone else wear a condom. Or if I did let them in me bare, I could insist they pull out and cum in my mouth or on me. There were still many other chances to make decisions so what harm was there in Step 1? One of the things John had me pick up was some single use enemas and he had given me explicit instructions, which if I followed them would insure that I was squeaky clean. We can all benefit from a good flushing now and then, so I followed John’s directions and even did a couple of extra rinses to be absolutely sure. I actually felt quite refreshed afterwards. I then took a nice long shower, again running the razor around my cock, over my balls and along my ass to be double sure I was smooth. I should have fixed something to eat, but my stomach was starting to get nervous again so instead I fixed another drink, then still nude I sat down at the computer to log on and check the latest news, weather and sports. As my screen sprang to life the last webpage I had visited filled the screen. It was a bareback video site and the image on the screen was of a daddy bear with a large cock about the same size as John’s. What would it hurt to watch a little of the video? My cock got hard and I slowly began to stroke it, but I kept myself on the edge. I did not want to cum. Not yet. I had one, maybe two more drinks as I watched videos and before I knew it the clock showed it was 10:00 P.M. I called my wife to see how her day had gone and she said it had been tiring and she was ready for bed. I told her that I too was tired after a day at the theme park and then the water park. We chatted for a few more minutes and bade each other good night. After I hung up the phone I thought to myself that I should head off to bed, but as I reached over to turn off my computer the image that filled the screen was a gaping asshole out of which was leaking a stream of cum. As if someone had a remote control with which they could control my movements, I went to the bedroom and a couple of minutes later I came back out into the living room. I was wearing a light pair of cotton shorts, a T-shirt and sandals. I needed to take the rest of this stuff out to the trash can. But why? I still had several more steps and chances to make decisions. I quickly completed the last of the instructions, then placed the required items in my gym bag. I turned out the lights and headed out the door, locking it behind me. It was 10:40 and it was a twenty minute drive to the bathhouse. As I pulled into the bathhouse parking lot I spotted John standing next to his car. The space next to him was open and I pulled into it. I got out and said “Hi”. John had a smile on his face and said “I’m very glad you decided to show up. This can be a very thrilling night, if you choose for it to be. But as we discussed, you will have several opportunities to make a choice. Which choice you make at each step will determine the course of events for the evening. Do you understand?”. I nodded my head and quickly responded “Yes”. John got a serious look on his face as he said, “Do you want to do Step #2, or do you wish to skip it?” I now had to make a choice. If I skipped Step 2, we could go into the bathhouse and check it out, but if I got uncomfortable or changed my mind I could just walk out and drive home. But if I decided to take Step 2, I was committing to spending at least a couple of hours at the bathhouse. A sudden rush of excitement hit me as John spoke those words. Without hesitating I reached into my car and grabbed the small brown bag on the seat. Inside was a 100ml bottle of vodka which I quickly opened. Without hesitation I raised it to my lips and drained the 3 ½ shots it contained. As I swallowed it down, I felt my body relax. Combined with the drinks I had at home, it would be a good 4 hours before I would be able to drive home without being in trouble if I got pulled over by law enforcement. John smiled and told me to grab my bag, lock my car and then follow him inside. As we entered the door we were in a little alcove area. There was a glass window with a clerk behind it and then a locked door in front of us. The window had a covered hole in the middle to allow talking with the clerk and a slot at the bottom to allow passing things back and forth. John had already checked in, so he told the clerk that I was coming in and would only need a locker. The clerk asked for my ID and my entry fee which I passed under the window, and then he pushed a button. A buzzing noise could be heard and the door in front of us unlocked so we could enter. On the other side of the door, the clerk gave me a towel, a locker key and my ID. As I thanked the clerk I could feel the warmth from the vodka pass through me as John said “Follow me to the locker area and then I will show you around.” When we got to the locker area, I found mine and John told me to strip naked and put all my clothes and shoes into the locker, but hang onto my bag and towel. As I striped, John stood in a spot where he had the best view of my naked ass. I locked the locker and started to wrap my towel around me when John told me to give him my towel, grab my bag and then follow him. We walked into an area where there were hallways with doors on either side. Some of the doors were open and you could see a guy lying on the small bed in the room. Some laid on their backs, others on their stomachs, but all were nude, although some did have a towel covering them. John stopped in front of a door at the end of one hallway and using his key opened it to reveal a deluxe room. This room was bigger with a much larger bed in it. John told me to put my bag on the bed as he proceeded to strip off his shirt and shorts which he had put on to meet me in the parking lot. There was a TV hanging on the wall with a gay porno movie playing on it. One guy was bent over a bench while another guy was slowly fucking his ass bareback. My cock began to harden a little as I looked over and for the second time today I found myself staring at John’s gorgeous cock. It appeared to be even bigger and fatter than it was at the water park which I attributed to him being a little excited. John wrapped his towel around his waist, but when I went to do the same he stopped me. “You will remain naked and exposed for all to see your small shaved cock and your bare ass. That way they will know you are a bottom. If I walk around bare we will have all the bottoms in here wanting me to fuck them.”, John chuckled. When he said this I felt a stirring in my cock and I developed a semi hard-on. We exited his room and John locked the door. John walked up and down each of the hallways with rooms. I noticed a number of people standing in the hall outside of their rooms. Some of them had hankies tied to the door handle advertising their interests. I noticed a number of them checking me out as we walked by. Then John walked me out into a common area where there were a number of guys sitting around on couches while some hot gay porno played on a large screen. Some of the guys had their towels covering them, while others had their cocks on full display and were stroking them openly. Along one side of this area there was a wall with a couple of openings in it. That is a maze John said as he led me towards one of the openings. It was quite dark in the maze and it twisted around a few times. I noticed numerous glory holes in the walls as well as some more secluded areas. There were a half a dozen guys in the maze engaged in sucking cocks. John reached down and grabbed my cock which was now fully hard and sticking out. He squeezed it a few times as he whispered to me that we might play in the maze later. John then showed me the shower area. This area had open showers as well as a sauna and steam room. John pointed these out as we headed for an exit to the patio area out back. Out back there was a large patio area with a pool and a hot tub. Nobody was in the pool, but there were a few guys in the hot tub. John also showed me a couple of “secluded areas” out back where a number of guys had congregated and were actively involved in sexual activity. Other guys stood around and watched as they stroked their cocks or made out as they watched the show. In one area a young twink was spitted between two guys. He was aggressively sucking off one guy while another guy was plowing him deep from behind. My cock jumped to attention as I saw this, a fact that did not go un-noticed by the guys watching. By now I was feeling a good buzz from the vodka. John noticed this and as he completed the tour of the place he led me back to his room. As we entered, he dropped his towel as he locked the door. His cock was now half erect and my eyes were glued to it. “Are you enjoying yourself?”, John asked. “Yes.” I replied. John then looked me in the eyes and said, “If you wish to continue, take what is needed for Step 3 from your bag and kneel on the edge of the bed with your face down on a pillow. If you wish to skip this step then sit on the edge of the bed and we will discuss how you want the remainder of the evening to go.” As there was no harm in Step 3, I knelt on the bed as instructed and reached into my bag and pulled out my butt plug. I felt John come up behind me and begin massaging the cheeks of my ass. He would push them together, then pull them apart, watching my hole as he did so. The effect on me was very relaxing, or maybe it was the vodka. All I know is I was feeling very relaxed and mellow. John stepped away for a moment and when he returned I felt something cool and slippery on my hole and I knew John had applied some lubricant. Slowly he began running his fingers in circles around the rim of my hole. Every few rounds I would feel his fingers move inwards towards the opening, but then quickly retreat to the rim. This teasing resulted in a growing need to feel his fingers in me and I began to unconsciously push back each time I felt his fingers at my opening. John continued this slow teasing for what seemed like ten minutes, adding more lubricant every so often until I could feel it running down the back of my ball sac. Then on one of my backwards pushes I felt his finger enter my opening. At first it was just the tip and John held it there. I tried to push back further but John put a hand on my ass cheek preventing me from pushing any further back. And then I felt it … slowly he began to press his finger deeper into me. Then he pulled his finger completely out, and then quickly placed it against me and slowly pressed it in again. It did not take John long to introduce a second and then a third finger. With each stroke I felt my hole loosening up a little more. Suddenly I felt an emptiness as John removed his fingers. But before I could ask him to please put his fingers back in, I felt the tip of my butt plug being pressed against my hole. John slowly began to rotate the butt plug first one way, then the other, as he slowly began pushing it in a little then withdrawing it. Twist right, then left, thrust forward, pull back. My hole was aching for him to shove it all the way in, but he kept teasing me, building my desire. After about five minutes of loosening me up with the plug, he stopped, holding the plug so its widest point was right at the rim of my hole, holding it open. He held it there, letting me calm down for a moment. I did not realize my excitement and rapid breathing until I began to calm down. As he continued to hold the plug in place he said, “Decision time again. We a e now at Step 4. If you decide to do this step, remove the next item from your bag. If you wish to skip this step just push back and I will shove the plug the rest of the way in now.” During my correspondence with John over the past month, he had been very interested in my orgy experience at the gay resort. He was especially curious about the pain medications I was taking at the time and if I had any of the meds remaining. I had told him that I had not taken all the pills that had been prescribed. I had held on to the remaining pills in case I needed them for pain in the future or for more recreational uses. As a result of these discussions John had directed me with specific instructions in preparation for Step 4. Before I left my house I was supposed to clean out one of the empty enema bottles I had used. Then I was to crush up half of one of the pain pills (they were quite strong) and place it in the bottle along with 1 ounce of 150 proof grain alcohol which would dissolve the pill, then cap the bottle and put it in my bag. This was for Step 4. Knowing the affects of the medication lasted about four hours, I had decided to use a whole pill and two ounces of grain alcohol, reasoning was that half could be used and if things went well and I was still playing after 4 hours I would have more if needed. Step 4 was indeed a big decision. I already had a very good buzz from the vodka I had drunk. One ounce of grain alcohol would be the equivalent of two more shots of vodka, plus a half of a pain pill. And this would be rapidly absorbed through the lining of my ass. I knew the resulting high would definitely relax my inhibitions and I would be taking cocks in my ass. But at the orgy had I not maintained enough clear thought to demand that condoms be used? Even if I did lose enough inhibition tonight to let John or others enter me bare, I could always demand that they pull out and not cum in me. The memory of that night at the orgy, the wonderful high, the thrill of multiple cocks using me had fueled my fantasies for several years. I thought about it almost every time I masturbated. I had been dying for the opportunity to have that experience again. Had I not placed the ad and begun my correspondence with John with the fantasy in my head that maybe I would get high enough and uninhibited enough to take bare cocks? And in my fantasy hadn’t those cocks filled me with hot loads? Wasn’t that what I really wanted, but just had not been able to get over the last hurdle? Wasn’t that why John had helped develop this approach? Work up the excitement and the thrill? Let the inhibitions down a step at a time? Give me the opportunity at each step to say no? Step 4 was not the last step. There was still at least one more step after this where I could stop things. So what would be the harm in going ahead with Step 4? All these thoughts went through my head in only a couple of seconds so there was hardly any delay before I reached into my bag and took out the enema bottle. As John saw me pull it from my bag, he slowly backed off with the butt plug. My hole felt empty and open, wanting something back in it. John took the bottle from me and removed the cap and then inserted the nozzle into me. As I was loose, I didn’t feel it go in at all so John moved it around a little so I would know that he had inserted it into me. He held it there for a few moments and then said, “There appears to be a little more than an ounce here. But might as well use it up and not waste any.” Before I could explain to John that I had made extra so there would be some to use later if needed, he gave the bottle a quick squeeze and the entire contents was injected up my ass. As I felt the burn from the grain alcohol hit my insides, I realized I was now on my way to one hell of a high with a full pain pill and the equivalent of 4 more shots of vodka being rapidly absorbed into my system. John removed the nozzle and tossed the bottle aside as he picked up the butt plug and pressed it all the way in. “This will hold Step 4 in until it is all absorbed”. As the burn began to subside, I felt warmth begin to permeate through my body, beginning with my ass and radiating outwards engulfing my whole body. John came around to the side of the bed and I could see his cock was fully hard and his cum filled balls were hanging low in his big hanging sac. John had said he had an 8” cock, but he must have meant 8” soft, because what I was staring at had to be at least 9” to 9 ½”. I rolled over on my side and slid over to the end of the bed which put my mouth at the perfect level to begin sucking his cock. I took him into my mouth and began to slowly make love to his cock with it. As my mind and body began to float, the only thing I was aware of was how wonderful this cock felt and that I wanted to get to know and taste every single microscopic part of it. I lost track that the cock was even attached to someone or something. It was just a giant cock floating in the universe. And then I became aware of the balls hanging beneath it. As the slick cock dripping with my saliva brushed across my cheek, I leaned forward so that I could take his hairless nut sac into my mouth. I licked and cradled his balls with my tongue, bathing them as if they were some young boy being bathed in a temple. I don’t know how long I worshipped this beautiful cock and balls but I became aware that John was gently pushing me back onto the bed, rolling me onto my back. I felt like I was drifting through the air on a magic carpet. Then I heard John say “Time for another decision. You still have a few more things in your bag. You can suck on me some more and feast on my tasty load, or you can take the remaining things from your bag. The decision is yours.” I was trying to remember what else was in my bag. Again it seemed like hours but it was only a few seconds before I remembered. As John had directed, I had taken an empty soda bottle and packed about an inch of cotton balls in the bottom and then opened a fresh bottle of poppers and poured some in wetting the cotton and then closing the bottle up. This allowed a good volume of vapors to build up in the bottle and it could be used in any position without worrying about spilling the poppers. John was so smart about such things! There was also a spray can of something called Maximum Impact that John had asked me to pick up and a linen handkerchief. Being a popper freak as soon as I remembered what was left in the bag, I immediately emptied it out. As John looked on with amusement I grabbed the soda bottle with the poppers, uncapped it and jammed it up my nostril taking a long deep inhale before sticking it up the other side and completely filling my lungs with the vapors. I felt my eyes rolling back in their sockets for a moment and when I again could focus I saw John between my legs. His cock was bobbing up and down and he was holding the butt plug in his hand. I didn’t even feel him remove it, but I was suddenly aware of an emptiness in my hole. John threw the butt plug aside and picked up the handkerchief and the spray can. My gaze was still focused on his beautiful cock and at that moment I wanted to feel it inside of me. As I watched it bob up and down as if in slow motion, I saw a fine line of pre-cum ooze out and drip from the tip. His cock was bare! He wasn’t wearing a condom! I started to panic for a moment when I felt a cold cloth against my mouth. It distracted me from my panic for a moment as I heard John say yet again, “Decision time”. I knew I had never been this high in my life, yet I was loving it. I felt so uninhibited and free. I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock inside of me, but he was bare! Should I let him in? I could always ask him to pull out before he cums. But he had told me once he got his cock into an ass he never pulled out until after he came. But I know John. He is a real nice guy and he would never force himself on someone. He would respect their wishes. I felt the itch and a twitching deep inside my hole. It was begging for something inside. In my mind I said to myself, “I can ask him to put the plug back in and I will suck him off. But that cock is so beautiful and sexy. It will look so hot sliding in and out of my hole. Maybe I will let him stick just the head in.” John had moved closer and I felt the head of his cock right near my hole, lightly brushing the rim as it bobbed up and down. “Decision time.”, I heard him say again. I thought I could open my mouth and just inhale a little from the handkerchief. I opened my mouth and as the first hit from the vapors entered my lungs I knew I just wanted to keep breathing in. I felt myself losing consciousness but I knew that was what I wanted. (Afterwards John told me I never lost consciousness but I was totally lost in my high. He had to pull the rag from my mouth or I would have sucked it down my throat). As I came down a little from the rush I became aware of something big and hard and wonderful stroking in and out of my hole. My whole body felt like it was just one long sleeve with something sliding through it. After a few more minutes I became aware of John over the top of me slowly stroking the entire length of his cock in and out of my hole. There was no pain, no discomfort just a wonderful full feeling. As he stroked, I was staring up at his chest. I had a close-up view of the tattoo at his shoulder. The colors were so vibrant, the design so intricate and subtle. John was beginning to pick up his pace and stroke faster. I began to see a pattern emerge in the tattoo, subtly blended into the image. I raised my finger and traced the outline of the pattern as if trying to feel a difference. Was I seeing things or was this pattern a symbol? As I looked up into John’s eyes he smiled and nodded, acknowledging that I was correct in what I saw. I saw his lips move and heard him say, “I like you and today has been a wonderful experience. Therefore for the first time in my life I will make an exception to my rule. I will pull out before I am finished. But only if you ask me to.”. I could sense his cock getting harder inside me and he was picking up his pace. His cock felt so wonderful inside me, I didn’t want the feeling to end. And I had wanted this for so long… to feel a bare cock deep inside me and to feel it shoot a hot load… to feel the spasms as it jerked and spewed forth. But his cum was toxic. It would infect me. It would make me sick. But somehow that made the idea so much hotter. But I am married, I shouldn’t be doing this. But that too made the idea hotter. John was now pounding hard and fast. The bed was shaking and I felt something bang against my side. Looking over I spotted the soda bottle with the poppers. Just then John said, “I am getting close. Decision time. Do you want me to pull out?” I reached down and grabbed the soda bottle and pulled off the top shoving it up my nose and taking a huge hit, then I shoved it up my other nostril and just as I started to inhale, I looked into John’s eyes as he let out a grunt and I felt his cock begin to spasm shooting jet after jet of cum deep inside me.

Read part 1 first as it gives background to help you understand. Enjoy So here I was with an opportunity. My wife was going out of town for two weeks. Was it any different than me going out of town? Well yes, I had a couple of months notice that she was going out of town. When I go for work there is rarely any advance notice. So I had time to post ads and make plans. For what? I NEEDED TO BE FUCKED BY A BARE COCK! But was that all? NO, I WANTED TO BE BARE/RAW FUCKED BY A POTENTIALLY (PREFERABLY) POZ COCK. And so I posted my ads “A Day of Magic! A Night of Thrills!” At first that might not sound like an ad seeking raw breeding. The key to success lay in a slow gradual build-up of the excitement with a number of “decision points” along the way. Each decision to continue would kick the excitement up another notch. My desire was to let the excitement build from the initial meeting, throughout the entire day and then culminate late in the evening. I am a “theme park junkie” and have annual passes to all the local theme parks where I live. My idea was to hopefully find someone who also enjoyed the parks so at least we would have something in common to start off with. Also this would provide me with a truthful excuse when my wife asked what my plans were while she was gone. “I plan to spend the entire day at the parks, honey.” My ad read, “Mid 50’s WM. 5’11”, 225 lb. hairy bear seeking a rugged or bearish Top interested in introducing me to BB. Let’s meet up at one of the theme parks and enjoy the magic during the day. If we hit it off, then we can continue into a night of thrills. I am a bottom with a 5” cut cock. I keep my pubic hair shaved so my small cock and balls are on full display when I am naked. I am very fetish and kink friendly and open to some mild partying and playing. A huge popper freak here. This is a long time fantasy of mine so this ad is just an introduction. I want to carefully plan our encounter so it is indeed the thrill of a lifetime.” Each time I posted the ad, my Inbox filled up with the usual spam, requests for photos, for my protection please sign up for this site, etc. But I would find one or two that on the surface appeared to be legitimate. But after a few emails back and forth they ended up being fakes too. But then I got the email from John. He was about my age and had a professional career just like me. He also enjoyed the “theme parks” and had an annual pass to one that I did. He had a profile on one of the hookup sites and after a few emails we exchanged user names. When I checked out his profile, I got an instant erection. He was a 6’1, 260 lb. bear. He was built like an American football player with a broad chest and broad shoulders. His sexual preference was listed as gay and he was a Top/Versatile. His cock was listed as 8” cut and shaved. His photo showed a handsome face of a guy with a muscle shirt that showed a bit of his hairy chest. He did not post a naked photo, so I had to imagine his cock in my mind. I could not have asked for a hotter physical look. But the thing that really got my excitement going was he listed his status as “I don’t know, don’t care”. And his preference in a partner was “no preference.” He was 'out', but I explained to him that because I was married I would not share a face photo, but I did send him what he asked for. A naked photo of me from the neck down, a close-up photo of my cock and a photo of me bent over and spreading my cheeks. His response back to me was “I would love to fuck that hole BARE!” I shot a load of cum when I read that. Over the next couple of weeks we exchanged emails. He wanted to know about my sex life with my wife, my gay experiences, how I first started playing with guys and a full history since. He was especially interested in my experience in the orgy at the gay resort, and my fantasies about bareback sex. As we emailed back and forth the one subject never mentioned was HIV status. We also talked about non-sexual stuff and found we had a lot in common. We both enjoyed theme parks, had similar taste in food, had some similar hobbies, etc. But he shared little about his own sexual history, although I really never asked. One day as my wife’s trip was getting closer I got an email from John. I had just got home from work and had gotten naked and was checking my mail before I watched some porn and masturbated. He asked me if I was still interested in getting fucked BARE. I told him more so than ever, but I was scared. He asked what I was afraid of? Was I afraid of HIV? I answered "Yes, but it's also a huge turn on." Then he wanted to know if I found the general idea of HIV infection a turn on, or if I found the idea of ME being infected a turn on. I was about to answer that I found the general idea exciting but as I was typing my response I could feel my cock was rock hard and I reached down and gave it a few good squeezes and it seemed to get even harder, then I typed “MY being infected." I stared at my response on the screen. Did I really want to tell John this? Is this what I really wanted? I looked down at my cock and it was bobbing up and down as if it was shaking IT’s head “YES”. I picked up my bottle of poppers and took off the cap and shoved it up my right nostril and took a huge huff. I held my breath feeling the rush come over me. I moved the bottle of poppers to my left nostril and as soon as I exhaled I immediately took a second huge hit. Again I held my breath. I had a nice rush going. Then I did another round of the poppers getting even higher. I then grabbed my cock with one hand and began to stroke it as I reached up to my keyboard with the other and hit SEND. John immediately responded back, asking me if I was masturbating. I responded that I had just shot a load of cum all over my belly. He wanted me to take a photo of it and immediately send it to him to prove it. I did as he asked. After a few minutes I was coming down from the rush. My limp cock had shriveled up and was dangling between my legs. The cum all over my belly was getting more fluid and was beginning to run down my body. Then I got another email from John saying “So you find the idea of a POZ guy fucking you with his bare cock and pumping you full of his toxic seed, knowing he is knocking you up, exciting?” I knew what John was doing. He wanted to know if my mind changed after I had shot my load and come down from the popper and sexual highs. My limp cock got a little tingly as I reached for my keyboard and typed 3 letters and hit send, YES. I immediately logged off and headed to get cleaned up before my wife got home. As I stood in the shower with the hot water running over me, the events that had just happened were going through my mind. Instead of being scared of what I had just told John, I actually felt a very relaxing calm. With only a week before my wife left, emails with John had just been friendly and non-sexual. Nothing more had been said since I had told him that the idea of me being infected was a turn-on. Then I got an email from John saying that if I wanted to meet at the theme park the following Saturday, he would be available. He said we could spend the day at the park and see how things progressed. Up to this point, John had only seen photos of my body so he did not know what I looked like. We agreed on a time and a location to meet at the entrance. He told me what he would be wearing (although I knew what he looked like). My wife left a few days later on her trip. I would get home from work and immediately strip naked, pour myself a drink and begin watching porn, or surfing the gay hookup, barebacking, or bug chasing sites. At some point during the evening I would take a short break to fix something to eat, and later in the evening to talk to my wife on the phone to see how her day had gone and say goodnight. Then I would watch a little more porn before falling asleep. By the end of the evening I had cum 4 to 5 times. Each time as I got close, I would use some poppers and as the rush hit me I would imagine a POZ guy was fucking me bare and shooting his cum deep inside me. It was Friday and I had not heard from John in a week. I had sent a couple of emails to him, just to say “HI”, but had not heard back from him. I was beginning to wonder if this had all been a game to him and he was just another fake who had gotten his masturbatory thrills and then moved on. Then during the evening as I was again naked, drinking, surfing the net and masturbating, I got an email from him. He apologized for not getting back to me, but he had been busy. He would be at the arranged meeting place in the morning. I had a decision to make. He would only wait there for 10 minutes. If I didn’t show up, he would just go in and enjoy the park by himself for the day. I may or may not ever hear from him afterwards. He didn’t want me to answer him back, he just wanted me to think about my decision the rest of the evening, understanding the potential consequences either way. He also mentioned that the weather was forecast to be hot so I might want to bring along a swimming suit. If it got too hot at the theme park in the afternoon, we could always head on over to one of the area water parks. The rest of the night my cock was rock hard. I watched porn, visited the bug chasing websites, and drank a bit too much. But when I would get close to coming I would stop. I didn’t want to cum that nigh as I wanted the excitement to build-up. Finally I called my wife to say good night and I told her I would be spending the next day at the theme park. She told me she wished she could go with but to have fun. As I hung up I couldn’t help but think to myself, if she only knew the kind of fun I was thinking of having.