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Click here to see Bare Sqwhirl's original blog post... The whole next week I was still dazed at what happened with Chris and from there I didn't know what to do. I dragged my feet on calling I was nervous but I didn't want to seem anxious. I made another trip to the park rode around for half the day but he wasn't there. I was hoping that there would be another chance encounter. But I didn't have He had no way of contacting me so the ball was in my court I just had to pull my shit together and give him a call. Finally I gave him a call, I think I hung up more than once after letting it ring a couple of times. Then Chris answered we chat I explained who I was and he just laughed saying "I didn't think you'd ever call." We made arrangements to meet and have dinner. We set the meeting for a place called the Ground Round near by both of us. It was a still a couple of days away I was able to breath and stop shaking. The time flew by until our faithful meeting, Friday finally came I finished up my work for the day and head straight from there.* I got there about a half hour before the time and just sat in my car watching door and people driving and parking. I wasn't sure if he was going to show and I'm sure he had the same concerns about myself. After some time I of sitting there shaking and having second thoughts I caught a glimpse of him parking. I got out of the car and headed for the door. I knew if I didn't I would have bolted. I told the host I was waiting on a friend and that there would be two of us. He walked through the door he was more gorgeous than I remembered. Just a bit short than me broad shoulders and trim to the waist. He was also wearing slacks, dress shirt and tie, damn he was hot. I called out his name he smirked and shook my hand. we made some small talk and waited for the hostess to seat us.* We got to the table I order a coke he had a beer. We continue with *small talk getting acquainted what we did, where worked and what we were looking for. I was still nervous and shaking like a leaf. My palms were sweaty, my heart was racing and I was rock hard. We finished up and he asked if I wanted to come back to his place he didn't live to far *from there I agreed. We settled up and headed out. I told what I drove we got into our cars I took up position behind him.* He lived in Quincy a city just South of Boston and it was about 15 minutes from the restaurant. I parked along the street when he pulled into his duplex. I met him at the door and followed him upstairs. He had a nice place clean and organized. He went to the kitchen asked if I wanted a beer which I did, hell I needed it to calm my nerves. I stood there grabbed the beer from him and took a couple of slugs. We sat down on the couch and he turned on the baseball game. We talked about things we liked to do just more small talk. After about 15 minutes my beer was gone. He just kind of laughed a bit more. Told me I could get another if I wanted I did. He asked how old I was I told him 19 he wasn't surprised and gave out a slight laugh he was 28. I had calmed a bit , but was still excited if you know what I mean. and it was difficult to hide that through my khaki's. After about 15 minutes he made his move setting his hand *on my leg. My heart race shot through the roof and I was dripping with pre-cum. I moved my had to his leg and we started for rub each others hard ons. He leaned over and kissed me. Then before I knew it he was laying on top of me and we were making out. Our hands moved all over each others bodies.* Before we knew it our shirt were unbuttoned and on the floor. Now just clad in T-shirts and slacks we kept making out. His whisker scratched my face and he tasted of beer. I was in awe of what I was doing and what was going on. He could do anything to me at this point I was his. It wasn't to much longer before Chris and I were down to just our briefs. He lapped my chest, pits and stomach, working his way down to my cock. He freed my cock from my briefs and removed those. He took it in to his mouth and sucked on with long strokes. I watched and enjoyed each lick of his tongue and lips. It wouldn't be long before I came for the first time. He kept it up and I moaned and sqirmed enjoying each long slurp. After about 10 minutes of his magical touch I told him I was going to cum, he worked until I did. He slurped it down not skipping a beat. He moved back up to my face and looked me in the eye with a devilish grin and kissed me. He mouth tasted different a bit salty , sweet and a bit alkaline, I could taste myself.* He then stood up point his cock to my face. I followed his lead and tried to mimic his technique. I did my best Chris warned me to watch my teeth. I guess I was a still to excited and wasn't thinking. I was like a fat kid with a bowl of candy gobbling his cock in my mouth. He smelt musky and tasted salty he was dripping pre-cum my first taste of a man's juice. He lasted longer and my jaw was beginning to ache. It wasn't much longer though before he was exploding in my mouth. It happened with out warning and only a moan from him. I told me later he didn't warn me because he wanted me to taste and swallow his juice. Which I couldn't help but do he filled my mouth almost choking me.* After we finished up he asked me to his bedroom where we settled in making out some more and recharging our sacks. It didn't take long before we both ready to go again this time it wasn't my mouth getting his seed. He again worked his way to my cock licking it and taking my balls into his mouth. I was in heaven I couldn't believe what was happening. He next through my legs apart and pushed my ass up so he could rim me, working my hole and preparing me once again for his cock.* Twenty minute went by of him switching between his fingers and tongue probing my hole. Now came his cock, he spit on his cock and couple of times on my hole he took his hand and scooped some of my pre-cum and rubbed it on his cock mixing it with his spit. He lined his cock to my hole and pushed it in slowly. My sphincter gave in and let his cock in. It hurt like hell and I let out a yelp. he told me to relax and let my ass adjust. I tried to push him back but It wasn't any use he used his weight to keep it in.* After a minute or the pain subsided but I didn't remember it hurting so much the first time. He continued to us his weight to push it deeper and before I knew it he was all the way in. His cock was 7 inches but felt like it was ten feet and tearing me up. His strokes were long and hard, each time almost pulling all the way out and then driving it back to the hilt. By now I was whimpering in ecstasy I was begging for more. It was so hot in the room our sweat was dripping from our bodies it was animistic. Our grunts and groans continued as he stretched my hole. It was like an out of body experience I could see him on top of me, my legs were slung over his shoulders and he had my hand pinned down,*I was his and he could have his way with me. This all went on for about 45 minutes he had great stamina. Then before I knew it he said he was close and he was going to cum. There was never been a discussion of condoms and where he was going to shoot. I never questioned or asked I just let him take control. He gave a short grunt and before I knew it he had unloaded in my gut. Next he collapsed on top of me and pulled out. He let me jack my next load before we showered. Covered in cum and sweat I jumped into the shower. I reach back and felt my hole it was raw and dilated felt like you could have drove a truck in and parked it. * When I finished up Chris kissed me asked if I wanted to stay the night. I told him I couldn't tonight but next time I would. He smiled and said he would like that. This time I gave him my number and he understood my living arraignments at home. He wasn't out either to his family and would be discreet. *I was now dating my first guy and hoped that this would continue. What a way to start the summer.* More...

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Click here to see Bare Sqwhirl's original blog post... Our relationship wasn't one carved in stone, more like a sandcastle in the tide. We continued out get togethers for about 6 months until he decide that I was to young. The sex was great but that is all it was, he kind of broke my heart, but I didn't dwell to long.* I can thank Chris for one thing and that was introducing me to club (called Buddy's or Bobby's I can't remeber) in Boston over by the Garden. On Sundays they had a 18+ night. He and I had gone a few time and it really helped me move on. I started going there, not every week but I would recognize many of the same face and made a few new friends. One guy Kyle was hot and pretty much a club queen. He was a student at Emerson College, 5'8" 120lb blond and a hot body and was a bit of a drunk but fun never the less.* First time I fucked around with him was on the dance floor and the first time at a club for New Years. I had done a few shots before going in and he was always good at getting the older guys to buy him drinks. So we both were well on our way and it was early. Kyle and I were both getting ripe and our blood was flowing to essential areas. Final well before the stroke of midnight Kyle suggest we go to my car was parked not to far away do a few more shots. One of the guys he had been using was getting to touchy for him.* We head down the street and into the garage where I had parked. Once at the car he suggested we get in to the back seat to drink. I broke out the bottle of jack that I had and both took a couple of gulps. After we had let the liquor run down our throats I pulled Kyle over closer to me. Our lips immediately met and had one of the hottest make out sessions. The windows were quickly fogged which gave us more privacy on a cold night. After having been with Chris I had learned a thing or two and tonight I was fueled to try them out. My inhibitions had been lowered by the Jack and I was feeling pretty good. Kyle and I locked lips both of us probing each others mouths he didn't fight off just went with my moves. By now we were both rubbing body against body and our hand were all over each other. It didn't take long before I had his belt and pants undone and he had worked my free too. I pushed him back and went down on his cock. It was sweet and salty, streaming with pre-cum.* I worked his pole like a Popsicle taking it deep in my throat and trying not to gag to much. He was a bit smaller than Chris but not to thick either it was a nice cock. Like any boy I was enjoying the task at hand. After about 5 minutes Kyle pushed me off fearing he was going to cum and switched positions. *He was a damn good cock sucker and I was in heaven. He really knew how to work a cock. After about 15 minutes of that I warned him that I was close. He next told me he wanted it inside of him.* This had me harder than evere I thought I was going to blow with just the thought. He rolled over and got on all fours. On hand and leg on the floorboards and the others on the back seat. I pushed his ass down a bit and lined my cock up with his hole. My heart was freaking going nuts afraid some security guard or security would walk by. I pushed the head in now knowing that I shouldn't go that fast. His hole was nice and tight and felt good wrapped around my cock. With that I increased the pressure and pushed in deeper. Just as I pushed in he pushed back taking my cock to the hilt. I just let out a moan I couldn't believe how good his hole felt.* Now submerged deep inside I continued to fuck Kyle and he was really into enjoying every stroke. This didn't take me long to burst since he already had me edging from his blowjob. I warned him I was going to to cum and he just pushed back taking all I had to give. After Iwas done moaning he slipped off of my softening cock and kissed me and reached for the bottle. I settled back and took the bottle from him. We both then pulled our pants back up and headed back to the club.* Kyle and I would play on a couple of other occasions but nothing as hot as this just exchanging blow jobs and make out sessions. I tried to get him to fuck me but he was all bottom. I ran into Kyle a couple of years after this took place he was then living with his parents and on methadone. I hope that he made a full recovery he was a great kid. He just got mixed up with a bad group and started using heavily.* (Names were changed to protect the Innocent)* More...

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Click here to see Bare Sqwhirl's original blog post... From the point of the last post I went through a bit of identity crisis trying to find my place in life. I was also having second thoughts about the whole gay lifestyle. So for the next year or so I kept a bit of a low profile. I didn't date or look for hook ups that much I did make a few trips to local rest areas looking for cock but they seemed to have dried up. Maybe there had been more police sting operations, but either way I didn't have much luck. My job was getting tiresome and my company had just filed for chapter 11. I was in this rut and need a change. One day in August I drove over to Quincy and walked into the US Navy's recruiting office and signed my name to the bottom line on a hundred or so pieces of paper. I was then driven to Boston for a physical and aptitude test. After everything was said and done I was scheduled to leave for bootcamp in December at Great Lakes, then I would be off to Groton Ct. for Sub school and my other training. I broke the news to my family and friends needless to say everyone was shocked. They could not believe that I did this. I explained that I needed a change and was in my best interest. I was ready for the change now matter what it brought. More...

Click here to see Bare Sqwhirl's original blog post... Dear Santa, I know I haven't been one of the nicest boys this year. But, if you know of any hot gift givers in Atlanta have them drop me an email. If you can't help me there how about a sling and a rubber catsuit. Don't work to hard tonight and make sure Rudolph is using his bluetooth. Oh and don't text while driving the sleigh your liable to run into a 757 at 30K ft.*Sqwhirlly I just want to*wishing you all a Happy Holidays and lots of cum in the New Year!!! (this is not me, just a hot guy) More...

Click here to see Bare Sqwhirl's original blog post... I started writing this on the 26th but I have been very busy at work and this had been the first opportunity to finish writing it. I'll be happy when New Year is here and I have a couple of days the next week to unwind. Christmas started off like any other, bf and I got up, exchanged gifts and had breakfast. My bf then left for his Mom's house he was going to be saying the night, so I was on my own. After he was long gone I shit, showered and shaved. Making sure my hole was clean and ready. I was hopeful I'd find a trick but my hopes weren't that high. I was sure what would be available on Christmas, but if I hadn't any luck I could always stretch my hole with my mega dildo. After I about an hour I started chatting with poz guy that I had my eye one other times but he was usually high. I hate PNP, guys on it are great bottoms but can never cum while topping. So what's the use. Things were going well and he said his BF was away as well. We cut the small talk and he said he could drop by, but would only fuck me bareback if I was poz. So when he asked I lied told him I was. Everything was set he'd could be here in 20 minutes. When he got here he looked much better than his MH he posted. He was 26 his head was shaved 5'9"tall weighed in at about 140 and he trimmed his pubes and chest hair. He had a nice tight ass and a respectable 6" cock with nice thickness. Once he was in the door we kissed and explored each others clothed bodies. As we made out we disrobed, first the shirts and then unbuckling of the pants. Our shoes were kicked off and I dropped to my knees and pulled his semi hard cock from his jock strap. I looked up at him and took his cock into my mouth and went to work. He was moaning and enjoyed my work. After about 15 minutes he pulled me up saying we wanted me out of my under armour shorts and see my raging hard on. From there we laid on the floor each working the others cock. the he got up and moved above me. Scooting my legs apart and laying on top he dry humped me as we made out some more. I passed him the lube, he pleasantly pleased to see I had gun oil and a bottle of poppers near by. He then lubed up my hole and his cock. he took a hit from the bottle and then stuck it under my nose and had me inhale as he had two fingers in my hole. Still on my back I lifted one of my legs pulling back to my head he rolled me on my side and lined up his cock with my hole. I felt the pressure of the head and then it popped in my hole. It felt nice to have him in me. He pushed in all the way to his balls it was in deep. He wasn't the best fuck but it felt nice none the less. He drilled my hole for about 15 mins or so the asked me to fuck him. He love my size and girth. I have to agree I wish I could find more guys with my size. He lubed up his hole and I did the same to my cock. I laid on my back as he hovered above lining up his hole with my cock. He lowered his hole down on to it and let it slide in, then he moved his leg and before he knew it he took more than he take at one time and jumped up quickly. It was kind of funny and I had to laugh. But he wasn't going to give up and after a minute or so his hole was back around my cock. I didn't move until he was use to and his hole had been stretched. I have to admit his hole felt awesome It had been a long time since I had topped. I'm usually more of a bottom so I don't look go looking for a hole. Once inside I sat up as he laid back, I rocked back and for driving it in and out. With out slipping out I went from sitting back to the push up position as he held his legs back with his heels. I ravaged his hole it felt so go I was a bit rough when I fucked him. He took another hit from the poppers and gave me another which put me over the edge. I picked up my pace and told him I was close he asked if I wanted to cum in him and I said hell yes and gave him all of me. With that he took a 3 days of a built up load. After I pulled out he asked if I was able still able to be fuck I I assured him I was. Since he hadn't cummed yet he was happy to hear that. He slid his cock back into my hole and commented I was a bit rough on his hole I told then to give it back to me. He did, he held my head up and placed the popper bottle under my nose once again feeding me another hit and took a couple himself. He now had my legs on his shoulders and held my hands back. He fucked me pretty rough and became more verbal. Telling me he was going to seed my hole and that I was soon going to his DNA running through me. My cock was a rock once again. I egged him on and told him to breed me I wanted his cum in me. It didn't take him long this verbal exchange was setting him over the edge and he blasted away in me. Damn that felt good. Even after he had cummed he wasn't ready to give up and continued to fuck me working his load in. All a said and done it was pretty hot and he seemed to be a pretty nice guy. I just wish he and his bf didn't use, I would love to have his bf in me as well. Especially at the same time ;-) But they do usually get high if I'm going to get fucked want cum in me. His bf had been visiting family also and he was home alone too. Breeder 2 This one wasn't as eventful just a quick fuck and run. After shavedhead guy had left I jumped back on MH seeing I was still pretty horny. I found a 32 year old poz guy not exactly my type a bit overweight but he was good looking. He wanted to get off before going to his family's for dinner. I told him to come over I was ready and had a load already brewing in me. With this guy there was no questioning of my status, he didn't care. It took him half hour to show up. There was no small talk just me dropping to my knees and getting him hard. I stripped and laid back on the floor, he dropped down pants still around his legs and slid right in. He fucked me hard but was a bit clumsy and kept slipping out he was about the same size as shavedhead guy but had 50lbs on him. Needless to say he was a 10 minute fuck and not very verbal just some grunting. He didn't tell me he was going to cum but had. I didn't know until he started to breath harder and just let out another grunt. I had to ask him if he had finished and said he had. He got dressed asked to use the bathroom and left. He wasn't the best top and wasn't the worst. Anyway we both got what we were after and he was on his way. I was pretty happy the rest of the day and went to sleep that night with these two poz loads in me. Sharing and giving always makes you feel better. More...

Click here to see Bare Sqwhirl's original blog post... I hope that 2010 brings loads of luck to everyone out there. Nothing really went on out of the ordinary here things were pretty low key. The New Year came in like a rabbit and the old slid away like the slug that it was. Over all 2009 sucked so the next has to be better. Hopefully tomorrow I'll have time write up one of my more memorable New Year's. Just in case I don't here are a couple of hot pics. Options More...

Click here to see Bare Sqwhirl's original blog post... Mr. Peabody "Sherman, set the WABAC machine to New Years Eve 2002" In 2002 I was living in the Boston area. I had just gotten back from an 8 month deployment with a Navy Reserve Unit in Greece doing fleet security post 9-11. I had enough of the Navy and had cut my ties tranfering to inactive ready reserve. The deployment had taken it toll on me mentally and had just finished my first semester at UMass Boston.* I met some friends early in the evening for dinner and priming before heading off to Machine/Ramrod for drinking and dance. I wasn't dating anyone at the time just random hook ups here and there. So I was ready for anything and had all intentions of maybe finding one. Hell If I just ended up making out with a random guy that would have worked for me. Knowing the clubs I did not set my expectations that high.* We made it to the club probably around 10:00 or so and started to get ripped. The club was filled with couple and singles. We made the rounds checking everyone out and seeing if there were any targets worth pursuing. I set my markers on a few and would check them out further on the dance floor. By 11:00 I had really lowered my expectations and had settled in on just having fun with friends.* My bud had left the dance floor to take a break and get another round for everyone. When I notice this guy over on the side of the dance floor. He was not here earlier and was pretty hot. He stood in at over 6'3" short dark hair in jeans and a dress shirt. I left the dance floor and walked over to the bar and giving him a long look over and "Hi" as I passed by. When I made it to the bar I order a beer and noticed him beside me, he said hey and I asked if he need a drink. He replied "a beer is cool" I asked the for another and handed him the beer. We walked to a more secude corner where we could talk over by the pool tables.* Made with the normal conversation Who we were with, how we noticed each other and the basic background info. He was alone and worked on AMTRAK and was in Boston for the evening. We continued to chat and then headed back to the dance floor. Where be even more acquainted by grinding and feeling each other up. We had our hand up our shirt and down each others pants. I found he had a semi hard cock and he found mine, next he found my hole and drove one of his fingers in just enough to to make me crazy. He next asked if I wanted to back to his hotel, I was in agreement quickly. I told him I just need to check out with my friends since I had driven one of them.* He said cool and we went to find them, by now it was nearing midnight so we waited until after getting a couple of free glasses of champagne. Which just brought our lips locked and tongues engaged. As we got in line to get our coats he said he had something to tell me before we headed out. We were in each others arms and continuing to grind against each other.* "What is this you wanted to tell me? Your not married or something?" "Nah" "I'm not married, I'm HIV Positive." At first I was a bit startled, I hadn't know many guys that would be that up front about their status.* "I'm neg but it doesn't change my mind." and kissed him. "Good, Let's get the hell out of here." Finally got our jackets and found my truck. It was a short drive across town to S.Boston where his hotel was. We headed straight to the elevator and made out the entire way *up. He opened the door and before it closed he had me against the wall making out. Our jackets hit the floor first then our shirt and not long after I had his pant unbuttoned and is hard-on in my hand. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. It wasn't thick but its length made up for it. He grabbed my head and drove it in deep causing me to gag and cough. He eased up a bit letting me do my thing and getting him primed.* After about 5 minutes of working his cock I stood up not wanting his load down my throat. I undid my jeans and stepped out of them and dropped my boxers. He then took my hand led me to the bed we laid down and made out some more and grinding our cocks into each other. Our cocks leaked pre-cum the entire time. I wanted his cock in me and he could sense this as he lifted my legs and started to prime my hole with his spit. He had a great system of drive his tongue in and then his finger and then over again.* My hole was wet and ready. He set my legs on his shoulders and lined up his cock. It went in pretty easily and before I knew it was all the way in buried to his balls. He started slow and then quickly picked up the pace. It was a bit rougher than I usually liked but it felt so damn good I wasn't about to complain. There was the normal banter between us "Damn your cock feels awesome", "Your hole is so tight", "Fuck Me", "Take it bitch", so on and so forth and mixed in with making out. Twenty minutes had gone by and we both were getting close.* This is when he asked "Where do you want me to cum?"* "Dude that's up to you." "I want to cum in you. Are you okay with that? "Fuck cum in me then." "Are you sure, I'm poz remember." "Yeah, I remember if it mattered I wouldn't have left with you." And with that he picked up the pace once again slamming my ass as hard as he could. This set me off and announced I was going to cum and he wasn't far behind me. I shot my load on my stomach and then his went in my hole. He continued to fuck me working his load in and then collapsing on top. We fell asleep pretty much in that position only to awake hour later with my dried cum on both of us. We fucked one more time that night and in the morning. *There were also a couple of more hot connections when he was in the Boston area again. We had kept in touch up until a couple of years ago when we both found boyfriends. This was probably on of the more memorable New Years and he's a great top whoever in the DC metro harnessed him has one luck holes and a great kisser.* More...

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Click here to see Bare Sqwhirl's original blog post... I get this email from a guy on Friday on the site bug club. He's visiting from Austria and was going to Emory for a conference we'll call him Gunther. The first message I deleted but here are the rest of our exchanges. Me: I'm free on Monday and Tuesday during the day then work the rest of the week so I won't be free at all then. Are you poz man? My email is Gunther: Yes I'm POZ, and you? Up until what time are you free during the day on Monday and Tuesday? I'll be staying at the Emory conference centre. Is that near you? Do you have a phone number where I can reach you? I hope we can hook up. Me: I'll be free 1100-1700 Mon, Tue and Fri I wish I was free in the evening but I live with my bf. Do you have any pictures to send mine are included. My # xxx.xxx.xxxx If I don't answer leave a message with a local # if you can, but if you don't leave a message I won't be calling back. Sorry just my rule, Like I said I have a bf so it could take an hour or so before I get back to you. Gunter: Thanks for the pics and your number. Your available times aren't that great for me, but I understand your constraints. I'll try to ring you today before 5. Here are a couple of pics of me. I hope we meet up. Gunther called around noon yesterday saying he had arrived and that he would call me once he got to his hotel. He called back at about 3:30 we talked for a few minutes I told him my hole was ready now. I got to the hotel pretty quick traffic wasn't all that bad. He looked older than the photos that he had sent but still good looking. Overall he wasn't really my type, for an older daddy type I prefer the muscular leather type. Gunther was probably 5'8" 140lbs in good shape. It did not take long to go from introductions to striping. Gunther: You know I'm POZ right? Me: considering where you found me does it matter? Once the small talk was over and he was down to his briefs I started sucking on his cock. He had a leather cock-ring on, I love cock-rings they really bring out the veins in a cock. I usually wear one if I'm going to top. Gunther had a nice size cock 6" and pretty thick as I went to work on his cock I noticed he had a lot precumming and I only just started. I worked his cock for about 10 mins then he pulled me up and made out a bit. Next he went down on me working my cock, He knew what he was doing and gave pretty good head. After about 5 minutes I told him to stop because I had been edging all morning so I was pretty horned up. I was instructed to get on the bed on all fours. He went to town rimming and nibbling on my hole. He darted his tongue in and out getting nice and lubed up. Then I felt one finger, two fingers and finally three fingers. He slid his fingers in and the would twist and then repeated. This when I reached for the bottle of popper and took a hit. I was in heaven he was doing a good job at roughing up my hole and preparing it for the load I was about to receive. He stopped for a moment and asked if he wanted him to get a toothbrush? I declined I don't mind my hole being roughed up but I don't think I want my hole bleeding that badly. He understood and worked my hole a bit more then I felt the head of his cock. The pressure increased then it popped in and he went to work. I stayed on all fours for a bit then switched to missionary. I prefer that when getting fucked like to the face of the guy when he cums in me. Once we had switched and his cock was back in me he start in with nasty talk and making out. Gunther: You taste your hole? It tastes sweet doesn't it? Me: Yeah it tastes good. Fuck me hard man. Gunther: Yeah you want my Aids in you dontcha? Me: Fuck yeah, Give me your toxic seed. Damn it feels good. Gunther: Don't worry boy you are going to get it. Me: I want you DNA in me, OOh Shit fuck me. Gunther: Fuck, you ready for the seed, because I'm going to shoot it in you deep? Me: Knock me up! Fuck it into me, Shoot damn it. Gunther: FUCKKK You have it boy. Once unload he asked if I had cum I pointed to my chest where a nice big load was laying. He then scooped it up with his tongue and fed it to me me. It was so hot. Heres the email I got this morning Hi Rob Robbbie or wahtever works. I loved fucking my cum into you today. Hope you liked receiving. You're a really hot guy and I want you t enjoy the best of chasing. Call me if yo u want anothter load befiore I leave. You're extremely good looking and hot. You'll get what ou want and hopefullly some of my bug. More...

Click here to see Bare Sqwhirl's original blog post... Sorry I've been so quiet. I just have been stuck in a rut and I've been trying to get out of it but I just haven't been able to. I don't know what is going on but my mind will get fixated on something, before I know it it's 2pm and I haven't done a damn thing. As far as the blog has been concerned, I've had an issue or two with the template that I have been using and I think I'll be sticking with this rather simple one. I also noticed that the photos that I have uploaded have disappeared, Picasa had deleted some of the content I had uploaded. So that's why there are some blank spaces on some of my posts. I'll try uploading a few more and see what happens. So in a nutshell that's what has been going on. yeah I know exciting. More...

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Click here to see Bare Sqwhirl's original blog post... Have you ever had a guy that you had been wanting to hook up with only to be let down? Well I had one of those just the Thursday night. I had been chatting back and forth with this guy on Manhunt and he has a monster of a cock. uncut and thick as a can. We had tried to hook up before a few times but our schedule would never mesh. Finally they had I headed over to his place around 8 PM. We made our way into the house he got me a coke and we made some small talk before starting to make out. Hes a great kisser but his pictures obviously were not recent, but he was still worth the trip. after making out on the couch for a bit and find ourselves down to only our pants we headed to the bedroom. Once there we lost our final piece of clothing and continued to make out. He then made his way down to my cock and started to priming my pole and my hole. After about 20 minutes of him switching between the two it was he was ready to breed me. At least that is what I was hoping, I wanted his poz load in me and I told him as such. With only spit as lube he rammed it in and I do mean rammed. It made me winch since I have a nice and tight I had him pull out and to give me a few seconds to recover. Once I had I let him know he could go back in this time I guide it back in. For the short period that he was in it felt awesome, and was just getting into it when he cums. It couldn't have been even 5 minutes and I'm being serious here. I had barely stroked my cock and the fucker came. To top it all off he pulled out right way loosing half of his load on the sheets and my balls. I was like that's it? Here I was planning for multiple round as he had talked that up that he is usually good for two or more loads. Yeah whatever. We made out some more, I sucked on his cock to try and repriming it but that wasn't worth my effort he never got hard again. So I pulled my pant back on as we went back to the living room. After apologize over and over I said I need to go and left with maybe a teaspoon of his cum in me and I was being generous. More...

Click here to see Bare Sqwhirl's original blog post... I've been checking out the App Grindr lately and never thought much of it since they are pretty restrictive in what you can put on there. The first time I used it I had that I was looking for BB action and that was quickly deleted. Which I found annoying because there was nothing really that offensive about. It wasn't like I said I was looking to to be knotted by a dog or something. Before you ask bestiality is not my thing. Since then I chatted with a few guys and made a contact or two but nothing concrete. I found one guy that was up front about being poz, but will only fuck me safe, how lame. But he will let me fuck him bare, maybe but I'm not holding my breath. Yesterday I had taken the morning off from work I was just chilling at home and figured I'd check out grindr to see if anything interesting was out there. I was just figuring on a few random chats and to just look to see who is around. I didn't have high hopes that I'd find any action and then I get a message. The chat starts off with the basics, How each other is doing and what is up for the day. He had just got home from work and I was killing time before I had to go in. Next came the basics what each other was into, no surprises there. We both were vers bottoms and horny. He was pretty cute and exchanged a few photos. His photos were good nice size cock and a cute bubble butt. He asked if I wanted to stop by on my way to work. I said sure, figuring what the hell it better than sitting at home and hell if anything I'd get to sucked off. I head over to his place wasn't that far out of my way. He met me at the door wearing just some gym shorts and Under Armour t-shirt on. He stood about 25 5'6" maybe 120lb hot little body. We headed straight back to the bedroom and jumped on the bed. I took my pants, shirt and shoes off and joined him. Or hand made it to our packages sizing up the competition. I leaned over and we met in the middle started a make out session. He already had me going I love a guy in Lycra especially Under Armour. We both got hot and heavy at this point and our hands were roaming over each others bodies. He striped me of my boxer brief and I yanked his shorts off. This where I was surprised by a nice size cock a bit bigger than I expected considering his frame. He was also surprised by my size as well. He slurped it down like an expert sword swallower and unlike myself didn't have a gag reflex. Damn it felt good this kid obviously was a well versed in his craft. We shifted our positions on the bed so I could get an angle on his cock and he could continue to work on mine. I end up pulling him back a bit because he was just doing to good of a job and I wasn't ready to cum yet. In doing this I got a nice view of his tight hole, it was perfect. It hard to explain but didn't look like it had been abused much he must top more than bottom. I went to town on it nibbling on his ass lips and sliding my tongue in and out. I mean it was one of the nice holes I've seen in a long time and must have ate the boy out for 20 minutes. As I continued to alternate between my finger and tongue, which set him over the edge he was ready for my cock. He took off his shirt which weren't hiding anything. he had a nice tight tummy. I kept my position laying on my back as he lubed up his hole and my cock. Next hovering over my cock he eased him shelf down and allowing the tip to work it's way up and in. It was a bit to much for him at first so I guess he hasn't bottomed in a while. But like a champ he climbed back on his mount and let slide back in. He worked his way down finally bottoming out. He sat there for a moment and got used to it before starting riding it bare. There had been no discussion ever about condoms or statuses. He rode my cock for awhile and then asked to change positions. I sat up and grabbed him and rolled over making sure my cock didn't slip out. Once we readjusted I had one leg on my shoulder and started to work it in and out. That's where he demand that I fuck him hard. I warned him if I did I was sure to cum because was starting to get close. His response to that was just make sure you cum inside. Nice, my kind of guy so back to work. I didn't last long and I was blasting away in him. That was enough to send him over the edge and shot his load bouncing off my chest on to his. I eased out and made out smearing his cum between our tired bodies. We cleaned up said our good byes and that was that. I hope I can meet up with him again. I'd love another chance at his hole and maybe get his load in me. Maybe then well discuss statuses. Though I don't think that mine has changed since October, but I have had a few toxic loads in me since then. More...

I remember so clearly when I met him... how could I forget? I wanted the man the minute I saw his profile. It was my first year away at college, and at 18 I was everything I THOUGHT at the time a college guy should be.... pretty frat jock boy, lacrosse player, 150 lbs of shredded lean muscle, dark hair and blue eyed boy. Everything a sorority girl falls for.... except I liked guys. I drooled over the other guys at the frat house when I saw them in their skivvies or nude in the locker room. But, except for a few drunken blow jobs, I'd not let myself do much. I guess I just didn't want to mentally cross that line. If I did, then I was allowing myself to be what I thought was a fag. But, at night when my house-mate was gone and the frat house was quiet, I'd sneak on line and check out the local guys and j/o. Then, one night, I saw his profile. He was much older then I was, at 44 years to my 18. But man, he had a body that could rival most of my frat brothers. The profile said he was 6 ft. He had short cropped, very clean cut salt and pepper hair on his head and his chest. He was definitely built, you could tell he logged hours at the gym. His legs looked like tree trunks and his ass like a rock. And his cock....god he had the most powerful, awesome looking cock. His profile read "Hot top Dad, looking for a boy willing to give it ALL up for him". Wow. Talk about a turn on... "give it all up".... for a stud like that, I'd try getting fucked. What did I know at the time. I replied to his profile and didn't hear anything back for two days. I'd thought he wasn't interested when I got an email back asking me for some pics and if I knew my status. I sent the pics, along with the reply that I was neg, which I was. He replied that he was also and, after a few more emails, we arranged to get together. From the minute I walking in his door, we had to have each other. The second we laid eyes on each other, we were both already getting hard. He stepped up to me, put one hand behind my head and one behind my back and kissed me hard. I'd never been kissed by a man, and I kissed him back with everything in me. Within five minutes, he was leading me upstairs and stripping my jeans and tee off. He was the most aggressive man I'd ever been with, and before long I was naked, on my back with my legs spread. He kneeled between my legs and stared down at me, then slowly began to strip. His body was even better then his pictures showed, and I was taken from that moment on. Shortly, he was on top of me again. He kissed with such animal lust, his hands all over my body. He kissed down my body until his face was over my hard, 7" cock. He looked at me with a grin, then swallowed my cock whole. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt and before long, my balls started to pull up hard. He stopped, and came back up to my face and kissed me hard. "You don't cum unless I tell you too. Understood?" "Yeah", I replied. "Yes Daddy", he said. "What?" "From now on, you can call me Daddy. It turns me on. OK?" "Yes..... Daddy" I said. "Good boy". He rolled me over onto my stomach and moved around in front of my face. Sitting back on his heels, he waved his fat, 9' cock in my face and instructed me to take him. I'd never had a cock that big before, but Daddy began to teach me how to service him. He talked me through sucking him, telling me I was a good boy, how good a cock sucker I was, how he was going to make me into 'his boy forever'. I'd never had a man talk to me that way before, and it turned me on tremendously. Before long, Daddy's balls started to pull up, and I knew he was about to cum. I started to pull off his cock, and he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his. "Never, ever stop until I tell you to, boy. Understood? I was so close to coming." He growled. "I've never had a guy cum in my mouth before though", I said. "Boy, I'll teach you how to take Daddy's load. But, you NEVER stop unless I tell you. Understood?" The idea of having a man cum in my mouth both frightened and excited me, especially from a man so beautiful. He pushed my head back down on his cock and kept slowly pumping into my mouth. Then, without warning, he grabbed my head again and lifted it up, and shoved a small bottle hard under my nose, forcing me to inhale. He held it there for several seconds, until I had taken several hits, then pushed my mouth back down on his cock and started smoothly pumping into my mouth again. After a few seconds, a wave hit me and I was more aroused then I'd ever been in my life. I began to really work Daddy's cock, and before long, I heard him start to growl. He wrapped his hands around my head, and I felt his cock stiffen before burst after burst of his cum gushed into my mouth. I was engulfed in a wave of ecstasy and began swallowing each burst as it erupted into my mouth like a hungry puppy. I'd never heard a man shout so much as he came, and his animal intensity just turned me on more and made me work that much harder to swallow him. Afterwards, Daddy cuddled me in his arms and told me what a good boy I was. Hearing that was odd, but it turned me on. He asked if I had ever been fucked before and I said I hadn't. He told me he would get me to the point that he would train me to want to give it up for him and I instantly got hard again. The thought of this beautiful stud teaching me how to want to be fucked by him. Or so I thought. And that's how it was for the next three months. Each time, Daddy would get me close, then retract. I was never allowed to cum, or even touch myself. He trained me to know how to stay on his cock, and take each load with gratitude. Each time, Daddy would start to play with my ass more and more, getting me excited and pushing my butt in the air. He'd rub my cheeks, then eventually he got to sliding a finger in me, which grew to two and then three. Once night when Daddy had me on all fours, he began to eat my ass, making me moan and squirm like a whore. Daddy asked me "Are you ready to have that ass fucked, to give it up for me?" and all I could think was, OH YES, I am so ready to let you fuck me. It's about time. But all I said was "Yes Daddy. I'm ready". But he didn't. Then next day I got an email from Daddy. It read "It's time boy. Time to give it all up for me. Be at my place at 10, go upstairs, strip and get on all fours on the bed in the dark and wait." I was hard the rest of the day. At 10, I arrived at Daddy's. The door was unlocked, so I went in and up to his bedroom. He said to keep it dark, so I stripped off and felt my way to the bed. I climbed on and got on all fours like I had been told and waited. I didn't have to wait long. In the dark, Daddy had been waiting in the corner. He stepped up in front of me, and cupped my chin. He lifted it to his face and kissed me hard and deep. I was instantly hard. As his hands caressed my body, he leaned in to my ear and started to talk. "You've been a very good boy these past weeks boy. Daddy's so proud of you. By doing what I said to night, you're showing me that you are truly ready to give it all up to me. Am I right?" "Oh yes Daddy... I am so ready". All I could think about was, He's going to fuck me! "Good boy", he whispered in my ear. "Spread you knees and arch your back. Put you boy pussy in the air for me". I did as I was told. Daddy continued holding my face, looking into his eyes. "You're such a good boy, such a willing boy. Tonight, you're going to become mine fully boy. I've arranged something very special for you, something that will change you and make you my property, boy" Oh my god this man can turn me on! Change me? Make me his property? God this man can talk hot. "Are you ready boy? No turning back now?". I looked into this beautiful mans face, and said yes. He leaned in and began kissing me, harder and more passionately then ever before. As he did, I suddenly felt two hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and a tongue pressing into me. I panicked at the unknown intrusion, but Daddy gripped my head against his chest and held me tight. "Relax boy. You deserve this, this is special. This is exactly what Daddy wants. You want to please me, don't you? You want to be mine?" I replied I did and the tongue in my ass buried deeper. My cock was hard as a rock against my belly and it had been SO long since I'd be allowed to cum. Daddy shoved the bottle under my nose and in seconds, I was pushing my hard, hairless ass back against that face. Daddy let go of me and my head and shoulders sunk to the bed, with my knees spread and my ass in the air. Daddy stepped back against the wall and turned the light up a bit. I glanced back behind me and the man who was standing on the other side of the bed, bent over and eating my ass. He was about 6'2", solid muscle. He was a God, even more beautiful then my Daddy. But, what got my attention was the 10" of hard cock he was stroking. Surely Daddy was kidding, I'd never been fucked before and he was expecting me to take that cock? He was perfect in every way, with one hot tattoo on his left hip. I'd seen that kinda emblem before, in the Biology labs at school, and I knew what it meant, but I couldn't figure out why he'd have that on him. After eating my ass until I was practically moaning, Daddy suddenly said "It's time". Behind me, the god that had been eating my ass climbed on the bed and started to mount me, positioning his monster cock at my ass. Daddy swiftly stepped forward and grabbed both of my arms and pinned them behind my back. I was pinned, shoulders to the bed, ass in the air and knees spread wide. I struggled and pleaded for Daddy to tell me what was going on, but he just held me and said "Go for it, it's time. Take him." Suddenly, I felt the sharpest pain in my ass as the guy behind me shoved his hard cock in me. I screamed and he pushed into me, and in about three pushes was buried in me. Daddy grabbed both of my arms in one hand, and with the other shoved the bottle under my nose again. This time, he just held it there. The cock in me withdrew just slightly, then pushed in again. And the bottle stayed. Pretty soon my ass loosened up, but Daddy had another surprise for me. He grabbed some rope from the end of the bed and began to tie my wrists together behind my back. I was now helpless. Through it all, the rhythmic pumping of my ass never stopped. The only sounds from behind me was the muscle god groaning as he fucked me, the slapping of his balls against my prone ass, and the only three words he'd say all night: "He bleeding bad". "Keep fucking him", Daddy said as he kneeled before me. He shoved the bottle under my nose for several more seconds until I moaned and relaxed some more. The cock in me was feeling good now, and I was beginning to get hard again. Daddy kissed me as the waves from the bottle hit me. Then he cupped my chin and lifted my face to his. "You're such a beautiful little boy", he said. "That cock in you is so beautiful. And it looks like you're learning to enjoy it." I moaned and the cock picked up speed. "The man fucking you is positive, boy. I knew from the first time I had you that this day would come. I've paid him a lot of money to breed you." I moaned and began to struggle. The hands gripping my hips just gripped tighter. "You can't get away boy. Tonight, you give it all up for me. This man will fuck you several times tonight, and when he's done, you'll be full of his cum." The bottle again, and against my will, I moaned when the waves hit. "After tonight, you will be my poz whore, my property. You will work to pay back what I spent tonight to convert you boy, and I will whore you out to get the money back." The cock inside me picked up speed. "After tonight, you will be damaged goods. I will never fuck you, but you will belong to me. Your ass will be mine to rent out to whom I choose, when I choose. You will be used until you're no longer useful or profitable to me, and then I will get rid of you.". The bottle again, and all I could do was moan and sob. The cock in me was fucking me furiously now. Daddy stood up and stepped back up against the way, folded his arms and watched. The stud began panting hard as he fucked me, and every now and again, he'd begin to moan "oh god". Daddy stepped forward and began commanding him, shout at him to "Fuck my boy" and "Charge his ass, go on. Do what you've been paid to do." The stud started fucking me like a dog, almost climbing on top of me to pile drive his hard meat into my fucked out boy hole. He was precumming hard, and I could feel his wetness running down my balls. I was practically screaming for him to stop. But the more I screamed and begged, the hard Daddy would command him to "knock the boy up' while pushing the bottled under my nose. The stud behind me began to moan that he couldn't hold back much longer. Daddy kneeled in front of me again and pushed the bottle one last time under my nose and commanded me to take the biggest hit I could and hold it. I did and a few seconds later my ass totally gave in. Daddy kneeled in front of me again, and cupped my chin in his hand. He looked behind me and said "He's ready. Charge him". He looked back into my wet eyes and said, "You're mine now, boy". The stud behind me started to yell, louder then Daddy ever did. "Fuck!" he cried and slammed into me harder then he had so far "Fuck yeah! Take my load boy! Take my charged fucking cum up that ass! FUCK YEAH!!! I'm fucking up that ass right now, kid." Daddy stood up and watched the stud unloaded in me. As the stud kept pumping his seed into me, Daddy pulled out his cock. Instinctively, and since the poppers were still working, I took it in my mouth. Just a few short pumps, and Daddy unloaded the biggest load of seed into me he's ever cum. I swallowed every drop. The stud behind me kept working his load into me for another ten minutes before his softened cock slipped out of me. Daddy untied the ropes around my wrist, but he then took my arms and pulled them down between my knees, and then tied them together with my ankles. I was left that way, ass up and tied for about two hours, after which the scene happened again. It happened four times that night. The next morning I woke up. Daddy was gone, I was untied and there was a note. It read: "You're a good boy. You gave it all up for Daddy. You were made to be his boy. I know you're mad now, but call me when things change". Change? What could change? I left angry, and didn't tell anyone about what happened? Who could I tell? Two weeks later, I felt achy. The next day, I felt downright sick, throwing up, muscle spasms, everything. I called Daddy for lack of anyone else to call. He told me to come right over so he could take care of me. I went over, and immediately upon arrival, he took me to his bed. I was so weak, all I could do was lay there as he stripped me. An hour later, the top stud that fucked me arrived. I looked up at him and heard Daddy say, "this is it. One last time to make sure". The god jumped on the bed, rolled me over and pulled me up on my knees. Un-mercilessly he shoved his cock back into me and fucked me while Daddy again belted out his commands. The stud seemed to enjoy my weakness and kept mumbling that I was "fucked now" and "turned into a whore". He came one last time in me, more then any of the first times. When he was done, he climbed off the bed and stood in front of Daddy. "I think you can be sure it's done. Just like what you wanted. Cash on delivery, right?" Daddy smiled and looked down at me. "Yes, you did what you were hired for. Here's your cash, count it if you want. It's all there, all $7000. You earned it." "Not hard to do", the stud replied. "You got a really pretty one this time. Much prettier then any of the others". And that's how it's been since. Two months later I dropped out of school. Daddy put me in a room in the basement. He's been whoring me ever since... he likes to advertise me as "prime boy meat for poz cocks" with my picture on all kinds of web sites. He's sells me a $100 bucks a fuck, and there have been weekends where he's made 2 grand off me. Each time, I'm tied while Daddy watches and smiles, and tells me what a good boy I am.

I've been wanting to get double-fucked for a long time, but it's not easy to get two guys who are both tops, and who are athletic enough to get into a double-fucking position, and get them both hard at the same time... But one night recently it all came together for me and THREE hot hung tops - one asian, one Latino, and one white. The asian was a hot, toned, young fuckbuddy of mine - I'll call him Ryan. He came over first, and cruised the chatrooms with me until we found a smooth athletic Latino top with a big juicy uncut cock (I'll call him Marco) and invited him to join us. When Marco arrived, we all got naked and I started sucking their cocks while they played with each other's nips. Before long Marco started fucking me bareback while I kept sucking Ryan. Watching me take Marco's bare dick up my ass got Ryan all excited, and before long he took a turn fucking me, sliding around in Marco's precum. Marco also fucked Ryan for a while, then I ate out Ryan's freshly-fucked hole while Marco slid back up my ass. Marco started talking about double-fucking me, and (lucky for me) Ryan was more than up for it. I couldn't believe how easily I took both cocks up my ass. It didn't even take any getting used to - it felt awesome right away! And I could tell that it felt pretty good for the tops too, from the way they were moaning and the way their cocks got harder and bigger as they rubbed against each other inside my tight warm hole. After a break for more sucking and nipple play, the tops decided to double-fuck me again. Marco's thick uncut meat went in first, then Ryan shoved his cock in, and I could tell from how hard Ryan's cock was, and the way it was throbbing, that he was going to spooge my hole any second. Sure enough, a minute later he moaned really loud and shot a hot load inside me! Of course the first thing I did when they pulled out was to get my mouth on Marco's slippery cock and slurp Ryan's still-warm spunk off of it! At that point Ryan left us (with a big smile on his face!), and Marco and I kept playing, watching vids, stroking, talking dirty... He used a couple of toys on me and fucked me some more, then we decided to see if we could get another top or vers/top to join us. Before long we found a piggy versatile muscle dad who was into a 3-way with us - I'll call him Dan. Soon Dan was standing in front of us, stripping off and showing us his amazing body - 6-pack abs, a hard round ass, big biceps, sculpted muscular thighs, huge meaty nipples, and a massive thick cock that was already fully erect and almost jumping out of his bulging jockstrap! The three of us got to work, stroking, licking, and sucking each other all over... Marco kissed Dan while I fucked and fingered his juicy pighole, then Marco greedily ate out Dan's ass for a good 20 minutes before fucking him hard and deep. Then Marco let Dan fuck HIM for a while, with me slurping on Dan's ass from below. Of course I made sure I licked both cocks whenever they pulled out of each other's holes! After a while they decided it was time to double-fuck me. I got on all fours, and Marco went in first, straddling me so Dan had room to come up behind him and shove his massive tool in too. I fucking loved it! I was begging them to ram their dicks into me as hard as they wanted, and Dan was grunting louder and louder in response. As Dan's cock rubbed harder and harder against Marco's, Marco began to grunt and moan too, and I knew that I was going to get both their poz loads inside me. I felt Dan's cock grow another size larger and start to throb, like Ryan's had earlier. Marco must have felt it too, because his erection suddenly became as hard as steel and started twitching and jerking inside me! Dan was now power-fucking my tightly-stretched hole like a bull in heat. His moans turned into roars that must have wakened up half the building (it was 5am!), and then Marco started bellowing too, as they both pumped their poz seed deep into my fuckhole!

I’ve been an unrepentant barebacker all my life, even after I tested poz more than 20 years ago. I was 100 percent bottom until about eight or nine years ago, when I discovered the pleasures of breeding men – especially younger guys, whom I feel a special obligation to impregnate with my poz seed for the next generation of pigs. Even though I’m mostly top now, I’m always ready to flip and surrender my hole to other poz/AIDS brothers who will recharge and strengthen my seed. My dick gets rock hard and drips when I think about the hot time I had with a guy I met on the Web several years ago. His name was Alex, and we made a date to meet on one of my semi-regular trips back to my hometown. He said he had full-blown AIDS, and he was looking for pigs who would continue to carry and spread his strain after he croaked. I assured him I’d spread his strains to hundreds of other raw pigs. I explained to him that I have a twisted obsession with poz seed and that nothing gets me hotter than swapping tainted fluids with other poz pigs. He was flattered that I wanted to take and transmit his DNA to the next generation. I went straight to his place after checking into my hotel, and I can still remember how hot he looked when he opened the door, naked except for an open bathrobe. Alex was white, late 40s, 6-foot-2 and about 150 pounds of extremely lean muscle and veins. He had a full, thick black moustache that dominated the sunken cheeks on his gaunt face. His cock was 7 inches, thick and heavy like mine, with a huge mushroom head pierced by a PA. He pulled me to him, twisted my pig tit and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, and I sucked the taste of beer and cigarettes in his spit. I stripped immediately and couldn’t wait to get his loads inside me. I dropped and took his cock in my mouth, making love to his death tool. I’m not much into oral sex (I prefer a hot mouth on my nipples), but knowing his balls and dick carried the juice that I desperately craved drove me mad with lust, and I worshipped him like a god. I gave myself in complete submission, ready, willing and hoping to do anything he asked in return for the unholy privilege of receiving his toxic cum in my guts. Although he’d stopped taking HIV meds about a year earlier, Alex said he needed Viagra to fuck. So while we waited for his dick to get hard, I gladly fucked him and added my strains with his own death cells inside his guts. Although he was taller than me, I had at least 30 pounds of muscle on him, and I easily pinned him to the bed as I wedged my fat dick into his extremely tight hole. We made love, with lots of kissing and talking nasty about AIDS and death, and I didn’t pull out until I’d dumped three loads of my own dirty seed into his guts. Some of it spilled out when I pulled my cock out of him, so I felched it and fed it back to him in a fucking deep, hot kiss. By that time, Alex’s own death tool cock was rock hard. I jumped in his sling, and he aimed his PA directly at my own rarely fucked hole. Using only spit, he slowly but insistently pushed his whole cock into me. It burned like hell, and I knew he was tearing tissue as started pumping. After about 10 minutes we moved from the sling back to the bed so we could kiss more easily while he shared his gift with me. I noticed something red on his dick, and I reached down and fingered my hole to confirm I was bleeding. Strung out on poppers and lust, I begged Alex to ram his dick back inside me, which he did. I don’t get fucked often and it was all I could do to withstand his assault, but the knowledge that he was already dripping deadly precum into my bloodstream only made me hungry for more. We were drenched in sweat and the smell of poppers as he pumped my cunt for another 15 minutes, sharing lots of deep kisses and twisted talk about worshipping AIDS. Finally, my new lover spewed a huge load of his death seed deep into my guts. The intense connection we shared was overwhelming, like a true spiritual experience, and I remember wishing I could die right there as his spasming cock still spewing poison into me. When Alex finally pulled out, my muscle cunt clamped tight to keep his death juice deep inside. I greedily licked the remnants of cum and blood from his dick and shared the precious mixture with him in lots of deep kisses. I spent the night at his place, where we got high on beer, pot, piss and AIDS lust. He dumped three more loads in my hole and I gave him two more of my own seed to share with other pigs. I don’t know if he did: I heard from another bud that Alex died two weeks later. Fortunately, he still lives deep in my sick brain and in the toxic DNA that I continue to spread to other brothers who share my dark, twisted passion.

Seems some people are sexually motivated to make a connection with the other person, while people like me like would prefer a completely anonymous pump-and-dump. Which type are you?

You should try to make it happen...

I walked into the shower, casual as could be, and turned on the shower closest to the entrance. I was foolish to think I would be safer closer to the door but that's the one I took. But the shower didn't work. I tried another and another, till I found one near the back that brought forth a spray of warm water. Justin was there, under a shower on the opposite side, and I almost left. But it would have been too obvious, and when I gave a furtive glance in his direction, trying not to look at his magnificent, muscular body, but looking anyway, I stayed. I adjusted the temperature and stood with my back to him, my head tilted up into the spray. I soaked up the warmth for several minutes then punched the soap dispenser. It was empty. I reached over to the next dispenser and punched it, but it was empty too and I swore under my breath. I heard the rapid punching of Justin's dispenser behind me. "Here, I tried `em all, and they're all empty except mine," he said, his voice suddenly closer behind me. "Gonna have to get on Billie's ass about that." I knew how he and the other guys would do that. Billie was the towel boy; that's what they called him. He was the coach's assistant. He laundered the towels and whatever else he found laying around the locker room, and cleaned the place and kept the soap dispensers filled, or was supposed to. I thought they abused Billie but he didn't seem to mind all the indignities they heaped on him. He worshipped the hunky athletes, and reveled in their attention; in a way, much the same as I did. I turned to find Justin standing close, holding out his cupped hands full of liquid soap. I put my hands out for the soap but much to my surprise he put his hands up and dumped it on my chest and quickly rubbed it over my chest before it all ran down. "Thanks," I said in a hoarse voice. "Yeah," he grunted as he turned away from me. My chest tightened at the sight of him walking back to his shower; his round, tight butt, his incredibly muscular legs, the wide, muscle-heaped shoulders. He took my breath away, and I think he knew it. He was so intimidating; both his overall size and muscularity, and specifically the size of his cock. I turned to face the wall again; I felt safer if I did not look at him. I didn't hurry so it would be noticed, but I didn't linger unnecessarily. I waited for the suds I'd worked up to wash down my body. I waited...I waited, to see if he was going to do anything. If he did, there was nothing I could do about it. He out-weighed me by a good forty pounds, and it was all rock-solid muscle. Rippling, beautiful, hard muscle. If he did, well, I would submit like I always did. Part of me wanted him to; maybe that was the reason I didn't rush. Truth, I said I didn't linger unnecessarily, but I could've left the shower sooner than I did. A lot of me wanted him to try something; despite the risk and the pain I knew he would cause. If he got rough, it could be worse, but I had endured it before. I heard a noise from the locker room and jumped. "It's just Coach Baldwin coming in," Justin said. Yes, Coach Baldwin. I was sure he knew about what sometimes went on in the showers. He never came back to the showers, but more than once he had seen Justin come back into the locker room, dripping wet, and me, a few minutes behind him; just the two of us back there, too often to be coincidental. Yeah, he knew what went on back there, and in that, gave his approval, just like he never said anything about the way they treated Billie. I was pretty sure the coach knew I was gay, but he chose not to make an issue of it, and I think that was partly because he thought I might be handy to have around for his players to get their satisfaction and work off their frustrations. I wasn't doing that; so far, it was only Justin, but I think he thought I was. I jumped at the feel of Justin's hand on my butt. "Didn't mean to scare you," he said huskily. Nothing else was said. I knew what he wanted; what he was going to do. He smoothed his big hands all over my butt, squeezing the taut muscles with his big, thick fingers that wrapped so easily around a football, now probing between my buns. His hands were slick with liquid soap. I let out a little gasp when he touched my asshole with the tip of his finger. Dreading it or wanting it, I was ready for him. Okay, I guess I did linger on purpose; hell I had even flushed out for him, just in case. He would find me squeaky clean, as always. He didn't like it if he pulled his cock out of my ass and he wasn't clean, so I began coming to the showers prepared for any eventuality. He shoved his strong, thick finger deep inside me, probing for the spot that he knew would drive me crazy and get me all primed for him. I gasped and whined like a baby when he found my prostate. He knew right where to go and what to do to get me going. In no time, he had me squirming around on his long, meaty finger, twisting my hips around, moaning and thrusting my butt back against his hand. I waited for him to use the second finger. Fuck! I whispered to myself when he shoved them both inside me. He had big, long, thick fingers. Two of his fingers felt like a small cock. His cock would feel like a stallion. He probed my ass with both fingers, gouging deep, then found my prostate again. I was practically dancing on the balls of my feet, squirming around on his hand. I could hardly stand it when he did that. He could make me come just doing that to my prostate but he didn't know that, and he didn't ever spend enough time doing it to get me off, for which I was glad. If he did, he would go right ahead and fuck me even if I shot off. He pulled his fingers out and I glanced over my shoulder to see him walking back to his shower. He's not leaving me like this, I thought frantically. I was scared of being fucked, and of being caught, but God, I would go nuts if he left me high and dry. But he punched the soap dispenser and came back with a handful of soap that he spread over his cock and between my buns. I looked over my shoulder to watch him lube up his cock. It was huge and beautiful; awesome, thick. The size...it was at least nine inches long, and as thick as my wrist. I was glad that it wasn't as thick as Justin's wrist. The head was enormous; fuck, it looked the size of a baseball. He gently kicked my feet wider apart and pressed his hand against the small of my back, urging me to take my stance. I knew how he wanted me; we'd done it enough times. I stood with my hands against the tiled wall, my back arched, my butt jutted out to him. He liked for me to arch my back because he said it tilted my butt up just right. He rinsed the soap off his hands and clasped them around my hipbones to hold me fast as he shoved his cock between my slick buns. The head found its way--it had been there many times--and pushed anxiously at my hole. I braced myself, cringing already in anticipation of the pain that I knew was coming. I tried to focus past it, to the intense pleasure that would follow, but always the fright of the pain stood in the way till it was past. He pushed hard and with a soft grunt the head of his cock slipped through my hole. "UUUhnnnnnnn," I moaned softly, throwing my head back. No matter how many times, I was never prepared for that initial burst of pain. "Yeah, you know it's gonna hurt going in," he said apologetically. It always hurt like hell when he shoved it through my hole; so bad I thought I might pass out. But I knew it would pass and then start to feel good in a minute or two when he buried it in deep. I prayed for the seconds to pass, and counted them down. I cringed with my eyes tightly shut, sucking in quiet gasps of air, trying to ride it out as his huge cock burrowed up inside me. I never ceased to wonder where it all went, but he was skilled at dodging any obstacles in his way and lodging it hard and deep in my guts. I counted the seconds as I was slowly impaled on the big club, till I felt his hard, hairy lower abs pressed against my spread butt, for I knew when I felt that, the pain would quickly subside. "Fuck, yeah, you're hot and tight as ever," he said as he pulled back on my hipbones to lock us tightly together. He held us tight for a moment, causing his big cock to buck and throb inside me; so tight that I couldn't move, and I wanted to. He was in me and the pain was subsiding and I wanted him to fuck me, or me fuck him. I wanted to move around on his cock, to make it rub against all the nerve endings, and to slide across my prostate. Finally, he loosened his grip, eased back and drove his cock back in and began to fuck me. "Ohhh, Godddd," I gasped as I rode back on his cock, clawing at the cool tiles on the wall. "Yeah, you like it, don't you?" "You know I do," I said. "You always act like you're afraid of me; afraid I'm going to come over to you." "Wouldn't you be if you had that horse cock of yours facing you?" I said. "But you like it," he said as he sloshed his cock in and out of me. "Yes, but I dread it going in." "I could use some of that stuff that numbs your ass but it would also numb my cock and we would be here till Tuesday," he said. "I don't think my ass could take that much drilling with your cock," I said. "Then we gotta do it the way we do it," he said. The way he said it, it was like fucking my ass was his God-given right, that I was put on earth for this purpose and he was preordained to fuck me any time he pleased. Maybe he was right. Little by little I leaned over, clawing my way down the tiled wall, hunkering back onto his cock, till I was bent over with my shoulders against the wall. I grabbed one of my ankles and pressed my right shoulder against the wall to keep my balance. I was able to watch Justin's hairy legs between mine as he thrust his cock in me. I reached back between my legs and grasped one of his calves. It was rock-hard, bulging as he rose up on the balls of his feet with each thrust. I took hold of his heavy balls with my other hand. "Aww, yeah, squeeze 'em," he groaned. "Hey, when you're done back here, Justin, I need to see you before you take off," came the voice from the doorway. I cringed at the sound of the coach's voice. It was the first time he'd ever come back to the showers when he knew Justin was back there and I wondered why this time. I was appalled to see his frame in the doorway. "Yes, sir, coach," Justin said without missing a stroke. The coach stood in the doorway and watched us for a moment. I saw his hand drop to the front of his jeans but it didn't linger. Then he turned and left. "So he does know," I said. "Sure he knows. Does that bother you?" "I would've preferred to believe he didn't," I said. Justin laughed. "He's known for quite a while. He says it's good for us, to get our rocks off and relieve the pressure. Which by the way, I'm gonna have to do," he said as he increased his speed and started slamming his cock into me. "Coach says he wants to see me, he don't like to be kept waiting." "Ohhh...Ohhh...Ohhh, fuck!" I groaned with the sudden roughness. Justin was usually gentle, but I liked his rough side as well. It was like he owned me; like I was his slave and he could fuck me any way he damn well pleased, and I didn't mind that. "I'm gonna come in a minute," he warned. "Can I have your load this time, if you can pull out?" I asked. "You want it in your mouth?" "Yes. I haven't had it that way for a long time." "Sure, any way you want it. I like shooting in your mouth and on your face, and watching you swallow it," he said. "You gotta swallow it if I give it to you that way." "Yes, I will. You know I will," I said. I hadn't planned on swallowing his come but I would now because that's what Justin wanted and he would be watching to see that I did. One thing he didn't like was to see his precious semen washing across the floor and swirling down the drain. I thought it odd that he thought it was so precious; fuck, he got it off so often, wasted it much of the time. When I sucked him off, on my knees under a shower, I liked to get a mouthful of warm semen and work it around in my mouth then let the shower spray gurgle and wash the come out, but he didn't like that. Swallowing it pure, I had a hard time getting the stuff down; it was so thick, and there was so much of it. Even when he shot on my face, he quickly scooped it up with his fingers and fed it to me before the shower spray could wash it off. I always tried to keep my hands off my own cock when I was doing Justin because I got too hot and excited and I didn't want to go off before he did, because without the desire, it was even harder to swallow his semen. Now, I wrapped one hand around my cock and started jacking off. I wanted to come with him. "Ohh, fuck...fuck, here it comes!" he announced as he thrust harder. "Give it to me," I reminded him. "Yeah...fuck...just a couple...more strokes...Ohh, Ohhhhhhh." Suddenly he pulled his cock out of my ass and I quickly turned around and dropped to my knees in front of him. He clasped one hand on top of my head and thrust his hips forward as he pounded his big meat with his fist. I opened my mouth wide to give him an easy target. Suddenly his cock erupted, sending a thick rope of semen sailing across the space between us that landed squarely in my mouth. "Fuck, bull's eye!" Justin exclaimed. He hit another bull's eye, and another, then his legs began shaking and his hand was unsteady and he was splattering come all over my face. Several more shots landed in my mouth then he shoved his cock in my mouth to finish off. I wallowed his warm, thick semen around his belching cock then opened my mouth for what was left that he'd scooped up to feed me. "Oh, fuck, man, you really know how to bring a guy off," he gasped. He didn't linger as he usually did, to let me suck and drain every drop of his precious man juice out of him. He pulled his cock out and walked back to his shower to wash off. I knelt there with my head laid back, jacking myself off as I savored the taste of the big stud's semen. As I got closer, I jacked harder, and I started groaning and whimpering with the pleasure that was building up in me. I wasn't going to open my mouth and let the shower spray gush in and dilute the precious nectar that was left on my tongue. I wanted to savor it. Finally, the dam burst and I started coming and swallowing the last of Justin's load at the same time. I was in a dark, steamy cloud of ecstasy as I trembled through my climax, oblivious of all else around me. "Fuck, you really shoot." I blinked my eyes open as I was aware of Justin's big hand squeezing my shoulder, to see him still standing right beside me, watching me jack off and shoot my load. I was glad he'd stayed to watch me but he didn't linger. "Be sure and rinse down the shower floor before you leave; that stuff's slick and somebody's liable to fall," he told me as he left the shower room. After a moment to recover I managed to get to my feet and stagger back under the spray of water to finish my shower. I took my time, washing my ass good, shoving my fingers way up inside. Even after I'd shot my load, my fingers still felt good. I wouldn't have minded all that much if Justin had come back and wanted to fuck me again. Or, hell, one of the other guys. I fantasized about that, being gang fucked by a bunch of the jocks. I wondered if they ever did that to Billie. Several weeks later...weeks without any sex or even overtures from Justin...I found myself in the shower with a bunch of the other jocks. Nothing unusual about that; it was the times when Justin and I were alone that were unusual. With the rest of the guys everything was normal; I was as straight as any of them. There was the usual banter, the vulgarity, the talk and lies about sex and I was quickly caught up in it. Till suddenly I felt a hand on my bare ass. I jumped and snapped my head around to see Justin standing there, under my shower with me, smiling. I blinked with surprise, gaped at him, thinking, no, he can't be serious...not here, not now...not with all the guys around. But his hand was still on my butt and he was squeezing it and his thumb had found its way deep into my ass crack. And to top it off, I saw the way his other hand was cupped, full of liquid soap that he fully intended to use. "No," I said quietly, shaking my head. "Yeah," he said. "It's your fantasy. You've mentioned it more than once. Let me get it started and you can live out your fantasy." "No, man," I said again. I didn't know when I'd mentioned to Justin that I would like to have the experience of being had by a whole locker room full of jocks, but he had gotten the idea somewhere. "It's just a fantasy," I told him, admitting to it. We were having this conversation in undertones, as if we were the only two in the shower, but in fact there were...I quickly glanced about to count...nine other guys in the showers and that frightened me. It would turn into a nightmarish gang fuck. I wanted it to remain a fantasy for the time being, something I could jerk off to in the quiet and safety of my room. But Justin wasn't having it. He dumped the liquid soap into his other hand then rubbed it into the crack of my ass, deep, so his slick fingers penetrated my hole. He used the other slick hand to lube up his cock. "Don't do this, Justin," I said quietly, still not wanting to attract attention to us. I was too scared to look around and see if anyone was watching us "Please, man, don't." But he wasn't listening. Next thing I knew, he had his hand spread out across the small of my back and was pushing down. "Arch your back," he said, his voice a little louder. He was trying to attract the others' attention! "Hey...take a look!" someone said quietly, and I knew we had been noticed. No way we couldn't be, even with all the thick steam. Two guys just don't get that close in the shower without being noticed, especially if one of them is bent over. "Fuck, what's he doing?" someone asked. "Looks like he's gonna do just that...fuck him." "No way." "Looks like way." I was bent over with my face and hands pressed flat against the tile wall; the stance that I was all too familiar with. I felt tears streaming down my face; tears of embarrassment, humiliation, hell, maybe even joy. I should've escaped...I could've, I was close to the door, and Justin would not have come after me...but something held me there; a force that I was powerless to fight. I defined it later as gay lust. Yeah, gay, because it had to be obvious to every guy in the shower that this wasn't the first time this had happened; I wasn't fighting Justin off. I wasn't even protesting that much. I closed my eyes to block out the reality of nine other guys in the shower, and braced myself for the onslaught of Justin's huge cock penetrating my hole. I was about to get fucked in front of nine other jocks and within an hour word would be all over school. But I couldn't worry about that now, and closing my eyes gave me the feeling that I was safe and alone with the big jock like all the other times; if I could not see the other naked athletes, they could not see us. But I could hear their lewd remarks, now closer, as well as their body heat as they gathered in closer around us. Justin shoved and my asshole spread open against the pressure and he was suddenly inside me. I was no stranger to Justin's cock and I took him easily, determined and able to hide the initial pain. "Holy Shit!" somebody said. "Did you see the way he took that?" "Damn, Justin, how long have you been fucking that?" Justin just laughed. "Fuck, man, I want some of that. I never fucked a guy's ass before." "Does he suck?" someone asked. "Maybe he would suck me while you're fucking him, and get me all primed." "You can try it. I don't know, myself, I've always used this end," Justin said. It sort of hurt that he said it like he was using me, but it was the truth, and I never minded. Not even now, that my fantasy was coming to life. I could sense that they were all gathered around us. Bravely, I opened my eyes to see a wall of muscular, naked, wet jocks with cocks of every size and shape being stroked, or standing out, throbbing. I didn't put a face to a cock, or body, for that matter; I didn't look up. I didn't want to see their faces. One of the cocks came closer and rubbed against the side of my face. I could feel the slick precum. From the other side another cock more boldly rubbed across my lips and I could taste his precum. "Wanta open up for me? Please?" I barely hesitated. I didn't open my mouth but I let my lips go slack and he shoved his cock through. He put his hands on the side of my head and began thrusting in and out. The tears, now, were tears of happiness as I let him fuck my mouth. I was suddenly in heaven; I was in my fantasy. Justin got off in my ass and pulled out. Another jock took his place. I surprised myself, wishing he was bigger, like Justin. I didn't know I had become so used to, or even addicted to the size of Justin's cock, and even the way he moved. I was so focused on my ass that I was taken by surprise when I felt come spurting in my mouth. I might've started to jerk away but the hands held my head in place and I became what would be the depository for all of them. It was a gang fuck in its purest sense. I was being skewered from both ends. As one cock emptied into my mouth or my ass another quickly took its place, and I found myself anticipating the next one. I was sure I took them all at both ends, some more than once because I know I got fucked more than nine times. I lost track of the number of cocks I sucked. A couple of them tasted like cum when they where shoved into my mouth and I knew they had just pulled out of my ass and walked around in front. It was a wonderful, exhausting time. While it was happening I gave no thought to the aftermath; what they might do or say when they were finished with me. I began to be concerned about that as they began to go back to their own showers and I was left with one cock still ramming my ass and another in my throat, which had been forcibly opened up. Moments later, I stood bent over against the wall, alone under my shower. I straightened up, still facing the wall and punched the soap dispenser. I felt cum running out of my ass and I reached back for a feel, and found a gaping hole. I shoved two fingers through it; I think I could've shoved my fist inside my ass. I squeezed my ass muscles but it didn't close up around my fingers. I wondered how long it would take to close up. "Man, that was fuckin' hot," someone said. "Yeah, that was some fuckin' hot ass," said another. They talked as if I weren't there. It sort of hurt, yet I was glad for the anonymity. Gradually, the shower emptied and I was indeed alone. Then I wasn't. "Hey, Coach wants to see you when you're finished." I glanced around to see Justin at the door, dressed now in his gym shorts and T-shirt and sneakers, and his baseball cap pulled low over his face. "Okay," I said, suddenly very nervous. I couldn't imagine what he wanted; what his reaction would be to what had just gone on in the shower, for surely he knew. "Hey...thanks. I hope you enjoyed it," Justin said. "Thanks from all the guys." "Yeah, it was good. You're all welcome," I said, without meaning. I lingered under the shower as I listened for the banter and the noise in the locker room to die down. I didn't want to be out there among them. When it was quiet, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel on the way out of the shower. I dried off haphazardly as I walked back to the locker room and wrapped it around my waist before I began gathering up my uniform. I folded and stacked everything neatly in a pile, set my cleats and helmet on top then I went into the coach's office. "You wanted to see me, Coach?" I said as I walked up and set my uniform on the corner of his desk. He looked at it, then at me, with a confused scowl. "What's this?" "I figured that's what you want to see me about." "No, not if this is what it looks like; looks like you're turning in your uniform," he said as he rubbed one hand over my helmet. "When I want it, I'll ask for it." "Oh." "Sit down, Ace," he said. Coach called everybody Ace when he didn't remember their names. "Well, I guess you know, now, that I know what goes on back in the showers." "I've thought you probably did all along, but I preferred to think you didn't," I said as I sat on the old couch across from his desk. I adjusted the towel, but with one ankle cocked up on my other knee, I knew he could see under it. I had a sneaking suspicion that since he knew and he was okay with it....well, I wasn't sure what I thought. "Well, I wanted you to know for sure that I know," he said. "That was the first time with all of them," I said. "It's only been with Justin." "I sort of suspected that. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about it," he said. "I want you to know I'm okay with it, whether it's just Justin or the entire team, whatever you boys do, as long as nobody gets hurt." "I'm glad to hear you say that." "It's good for the guys to relieve the pressure, you know how that is," he said with a smile. "As long as nobody gets hurt. What I mean is, you're not being forced into anything, are you? Justin's never forced you, has he? You weren't forced just now, were you? I wouldn't want that to happen." I knew that what he did not want to hear that I was being forced, because then he would have to deal with it. "No, Justin has never forced me," I said. "They ganged you. What about that?" he asked. "Well, I wasn't expecting it when Justin started fooling around in front of everybody and I told him no." "Then he should've stopped." "I could've gotten away from him," I said in Justin's defense. "Not from all nine of them. Why you would've been fighting off a ton of muscle," he said. "I was close to the door. I could've gotten away," I said. "And where would you have gone? They likely would've come after you if they were horny enough." "Maybe, but I didn't even try," I said. "So...you...more or less let it happen." "Not more or less. I did let it happen. It was going to happen sometime," I said with a shrug. "It was a fantasy of mine. Justin knew that." "Oh, really." He leaned back in his chair with a smile. "Can't tell you how happy I am with the way you're dealing with this." "How else am I supposed to handle it? I'm gay, Coach. Everybody knows it now." I could see the muscles in his arm flex as he was rubbing his hand casually over his crotch. "Well, I just want you to know I respect you for who you are, not what you are," he said. Then he shoved my uniform to the corner of the desk. "You can take this with you when you go. When I want it, I'll ask for it." I nodded and stood up. I went over to get the uniform, and got what shouldn't have been a surprise. He wasn't just rubbing his crotch, he was stroking his cock! It was sticking out the leg of his PE shorts. I picked up my uniform and helmet without taking my eyes off of his cock. He shoved his hand down to the base and held it straight up through his fist, tall. thick and throbbing about eight inches. There was precum streaming down the shaft. "Think you could handle a little more," he said. Looking back now, I think that was my defining moment that I was more than just gay; I was a slut. I had just been fucked by nine guys, and sucked most of them off, and my mouth was watering at the sight of the coach's big cock, and I had to swallow my spit. I didn't really like the man, but he had always treated me okay and right at that moment I was liking him more. I glanced around at the door. I hadn't closed it. "It's okay, there's nobody else around," he said. "But someone could come in," I said. "Close the door then," he said. I walked over to close the door, still with my uniform and helmet in my arm. I had a fleeting thought that I should leave, walk away from it. But it was out there between us now and it would be there the next day, and the next and the next, every time I saw the coach, just like it was out there with all of the guys, and probably the whole damned school by morning.. I closed the door and flipped the lock then laid my uniform and helmet on the chair. When I went back around the desk, Coach's PE shorts were down around his ankles, his big cock standing tall and proud. I went to my knees and pulled the shorts off and tossed them aside. Then I moved between his knees with my arms laid across his massive, hairy thighs and took hold of his cock. I swallowed, audibly loud. I was already licking my lips. The End (If you liked the story--or if you didn't--I would appreciate hearing from you at Peterbilt1228@live.com . Especially if you've had any similar experiences, or anything close; I would like to hear about it. I get a lot of my inspiration and ideas from readers). Thanks, Pete

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