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I didn’t bring a condom. (Chapter 7) Two years would pass before I would see Dan again. He quit coming to the gay bar I frequented, In the meantime, I chose to train as a message therapist. I didn’t take the more conventional course that emphasizes a strict ethical sexual distance from clients. I found a trainer that mentored erotic message. He was bi and expected his class to join him completely naked for all his training sessions. The six in my class just happened to be all male. It was hands on learning, and he started by demonstrating on each of us. Permission asking and consent were foundational teachings. This included whether the person receiving the message wanted a ‘happy ending’ or not. The first two students chose ‘not’, and their wishes were honoured. The Third chose a hand job happy ended. Our instructor was highly skilled. The fourth chose an oral happy ending with the instructor swallowing his load. The fifth chose a 69 mutual ending. There wasn’t a soft cock in the room. The instructor was very good at reading people and had purposely left me until last. He began by establishing that I indeed wanted a happy ending. He next simply asked if I wanted to impose any limits. The class looked baffled, but I knew exactly what he was getting at and assured him “No Limits.” For the next 45 minutes I relaxed to the best full body message I had ever experienced. It was time then to introduce the class to messaging the ass hole. Detailed instructions and explanations were offered. Every question was answered with great care. Meanwhile my hole was worked over and opened with astounding skill. The class gasped when the message was continued with the instructor’s scratchy face against my hole which included an internal tongue message. Every time he pulled off to talk to the class my ass felt bereft. It was finally time for a liberal dose of lubricant. Until this moment I had been able to stay out of my head, but I now wondered if the instructor had fully understood my “no limits”. I didn’t have to wonder for long. He jumped up on the table, lifted my legs to his shoulders and pushed his raw cock into my hole. He had opened me well so was able to slide right into the hilt. His 8 inch raw cock felt amazing. As he started to fuck with vigor one of my classmates wondered about the lack of condom. As my pounding continued the student was thanked for his question, everyone was encouraged to honour their own boundaries and safety and risk management choices. If they could accommodate their clients wishes, then good. If not, that was OK as well consent being the key theme. As for me he knew I had given permission for bareback sex. He ramped up every time I coaxed him on with “Harder Deeper’. Up until it was clear to everyone that he was climaxing deep in my ass. When he regained his breath and composure he tested the class. “If consent is so important, why didn’t I ask where he wanted me to cum?” I answered for everyone, “Because I had already given consent with “No Limits”. It was now time for the class to practice on each other. Over the next number of weeks we would all have a chance to ‘message’ each other and practice our skills of permission seeking and consent setting. The first student to practice on me got to the point he was ready to slip his raw cock into my gapping hole. I wasn’t going to say anything, but the instructor’s voice called out in true Socratic teaching style. “Stop! Who knows why I’m stopping this?” Another voice spoke out. “Because the masseuse didn’t establish consent for bareback sex.” “Correct!” My masseuse complained, “But he gave you consent sir.” “He did. But you can’t assume he’d give it to you. You must ask and establish consent and limits every time.” I gave consent and was rewarded with a big load. Noone made that mistake again and over the next few weeks every student had joined our teacher by pumping their load into my very happy ass. I was the only student that asked for and received the instructor’s load. A couple of the other guys asked to breed the instructor, he took their cocks wrapped, I was the only student he allowed to breed his amazing bubble butt. At the end of our last class the instructor gave me a card. Everyone else had left and he waited for me to open it. The picture on the card was a closeup of a hairy cum dripping ass hole and the tip of the erection that had delivered the load. Inside the card was a picture of the instructor with 5 other sexy guys, all in speedo swimsuits. The only words in the card, ‘We all want consent, NO LIMITS’. When I nodded my head, I was given a note with directions and the time I was expected Saturday night. I arrived at the upscale suburban home and was greeted by the instructor in his speedo. He pulled me in, closed the door and planted a passionate kiss on my lips as his hand found my crotch. “Did you bring a speedo?” he asked. “I don’t own one.” My response. “Good, ‘cause none of the guys waiting for you in the pool have one either.” We were both naked before leaving the front hall. We dove in the pool, and I was quickly introduced to this bevy of handsome guys. No time was wasted. A cock was already up my ass, only pool water for lubricant. This guy was ready for a quick pump and dump and was spraying my guts within three minutes. Within the next two hours my ass hosted all their raw cocks. I was laid out on the diving board, a chase lounge, one guys even sandwich fucked me when I was balls deep in the instructor. With a dozen loads pumped into my willing ass the five left and my instructor and I fell exhausted into his bed. He took me out for breakfast and handed me an envelope. It had $1000 in crisp new $100 bills. My jaw hit the table. “What the fuck?” I blurted. “For your services last night. The guys loved you.” “I’m not a prostitute.” I argued. “You are now! And a damn good one. I usually train guys to perform erotic massage. It was clear from the moment I saw your application that you were training to be a bb gay escort. You’ve graduated with flying colours. I suggest you use your first income to hire a really good photographer for your promo materials. "

I love both ... and prefer cum painting my guts ... no load refused!

I didn’t bring a condom. (ch. 6) Now you know my background and promiscuous sluttiness we can get back to Dan. I really wasn’t fazed by his rejection and took a few minutes to leave my ass cooling in the breeze. I was startled by a deep voice. “You can’t do that. You need to pull up your pants.” You know how I don’t like taking directions so stood and turned with my shorts around my ankles and my semi hardon on full display. Three feet in front of me stood a tall handsome cop in full uniform. “I’m going to have to write a ticket for indecent exposure son.” He pulled out his pad and scribbled some notes. I bent to pull up my shorts but before I had them up his voice commanded. “Don’t do that. Read this ticket first.” It read “Caught bare assed behind dumpster. Offence # _____. Officer Ron to proceed directly to punishment. Phone #___-___-____ for parole and follow-up.” “Now get out of those shorts and return to the position I found you in. That’s an order!” I was turned and bent in no time. He was softly talking into my ear and sending shivers down my spine. “I didn’t bring a condom, but you strike me as the kind of slut that doesn’t use them anyway.” And his massive raw cock drove into me like a pile driver. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath, he just pounded away. Again, I heard him in my ear, “I don’t have time to drag out your punishment son. We’re both going to have to settle for a pump and dump.” He was breeding me as he said the last three words. “You have my name and number, when you come for your parole, we’ll take longer.” And he was gone. This had me so fuckin turned on and horny that I went to the cruising woods, staying until sunrise and collecting six more loads in my ass. Over the next 3 weeks I watched for him but didn’t see Dan at the bar. He finally appeared in his corner as I was getting fucked on the dance floor by a leather muscle stud. Dan and I held eye contact right up until my eyes rolled into the back of my head when the leather stud pushed in deep, held my hips and bred me with a groan anyone could hear over the music. When I looked to find Dan, he was gone. Another month went by before he was solitary in his corner of the bar once again. I wasn’t taking any chances of him leaving. I bought two beer and made my way to him. “What the fuck do you want?” he was angry. “Just to make a peace offering.” I handed him a pint. “Thanks, I guess.” He sneered these words. “Can we talk?” I enquired. “Ok. I have a question for you.” His tone wasn’t really softening. “Sure, anything.” I replied. “Did that guy fucking you on the dance floor breed you?” “Oh yeah, he sure did!” I was proud. “How did you know him? Before he barebacked you on the dance floor.” “I still don’t know him. He just danced up to me for a bit. After a snog he told me he wanted to fuck me. So, I just turned and dropped my jeans. He hoarked up some phlegm for lube and we were off to the races. It was funckin hot.” “I can’t believe you!” He yelled as he threw his beer in my face and ran off. I just peeled off my soaked shirt and went back to the dance floor. It would be six months before he returned again. I decided to leave him in his own small corner and give him a chance to come to me if he wanted. I hoped he wanted, he was in my mind the hottest man on the planet. A middle-aged bear started flirting with me. After our second beer I excused myself for a pee. The bear followed me. We peed together in the trough urinal eyeing each others hardening cocks and the melting ice. That is until the bear took me by the cock and led me into a stall. The door was broken off this particular toilet stall. I’m sure that’s why he chose it. I was quickly turned, bent over, and the bear’s hairy chops were munchin my manhole. He filled me with lots of spit and without a word slid his hairy cock into my eager hole. He was very thick so although only about 5 inches in length it filled me up. And he was gifted at the topping craft. Ten minutes in he turned me so I could suck on one of the cocks in the small crowd watching us. His raw cock never left my ass. I sucked with vigor and swallow three loads before I saw Dan through the dwindling audience. He held my eyes with his cold glassy stare. I didn’t relent and look away. About then the bear unloaded bellowing, “Breeding your ass slut.” Seven juicy blasts painted my guts. When he pulled out, he asked who’s next. A dad bod with a substantial paunch squeezed in behind me and didn’t last long. Dan held my gaze the entire time. When dad bod left there was just Dan and I in the bathroom. We continued to hold each other’s gaze. I was hoping he would come and take his turn. He didn’t, just stormed out.

I so know this feeling and thrive on fulfilling it.

I didn’t bring a condom. (ch. 5) That night I invited three Belami quality twinks home when the bar was closing. Somehow, we just congregated and dance as a foursome for hours. We bought each other drinks and got very flirty. I was hoping one or more of them would do me on the dance floor, but it didn’t go that far. They all lived with other people so we couldn’t go back to their places. I thought about my parent’s anger with my breakfast revelation and stubbornly decided to let them know they couldn’t change my mind. My folks were asleep, as I suspected they would be so ushered the three directly to my bedroom. All our clothes were scattered around the room in a minute. I had felt one guys cock through his jeans on the dance floor so wasn’t surprised at its length and girth. The fact that all three had similar tools was a delightful surprise. I was on my knees, ass in the air, moving from one cock to the other. They each made me gag, but this just gave me more phlegm to lube my ass. The blond read most of my signals quickly and was eating out my ass. “Can I fuck you?” he asked. “Absofuckinlutly” was my eager reply. “Did any of you bring condoms?” He asked everyone. The others may have been lying like me when I didn’t let on about the box in my bedside table. “Fuck, I really wanted to claim this beautiful hole.” I let on like it was an inconvenience. “Damn …. Just tease my hole with your head then.” It felt wonderful. “This feels great. Can I just put the tip in bare?” he wondered. “I don’t know.” I faked “Please?” he almost begged. “OK then, just the tip though.” He breached my outer ring. The pain was great, but I knew I wanted to endure it for what I hoped would follow. Besides it’s a great exciting pain to be breached. I moaned. He gasped. “Fuck this feels so fucking good man. Can I put another inch in? please?” I looked to the other two’s faces. They were in awe. I didn’t want to disappoint. “OK, another inch.” In he slid and the pain immediately transformed to a beautiful warm feeling of fullness. He didn’t stop until all 11 bare inches were deep in my gut. He picked up speed and knocked the air out of me when hit bottom. When I regained my breath, the words exploded for anyone in the house to hear; “Fuck me! Fuck me now!” He didn’t need anymore encouragement pounding me for two minutes before he asked where I wanted his load. “Breed me man, breed me … don’t pull out!” My dad was up for a pee and I saw him pass my open door at that moment. Dad couldn’t help but watch and listen as my top roared as he filled my gut. Dad didn’t leave when top one switched out for top two. This one lamented loudly that he was filling me with cum as he slid in. The third top quickly took two’s place, and I was getting another pounding when I saw dad head on to the bathroom. As he passed on his way back to their bedroom the third guy let loose and he was no less verbal or quiet than the other two. Dad discretely disappeared and, number one top fucked my dripping ass one more time as the other two sucked me off. As I blasted down one’s throat I knew I was getting another deposit in my gut. I thanked the three and ushered them out the front door. I slept like a baby. At breakfast mom asked if I’d had fun last night. I thought by her calm that she had slept through my gang bang. Dad was equally as calm, which surprised me. “Yeah, we’re glad you are comfortable enough with your sexuality to bring guys home.” He said and then went on, still calm, “How many of them bred you son?” “All three, one twice. It was so fuckin hot.” “Well, your mom and I aren’t happy you chose to play bareback, don’t mistake what I’m about to say as approval. But we want you to stay healthy if that’s possible.” “What are you getting at dad?” “I called around through the industry. Porn performers are vey concerned, especially as porn stables are feeling the pressure to move back to condomless sex. There’s a drug experiment going on, they hope they’ve found a pill to protect people from HIV who engage in high-risk sex. I pulled some strings and got you into the trail. It’s new and these are the first human trials if you choose to take this offer. And there is a 25% chance you’ll only get a placebo which due to confidentially you may never know. It’s a risk. But since you are taking such risks and we can see you're not about to change your mind …. we …. Set this up.” “Awesome!, where do I sign up?”

Yes, yes, yes, keep it cumming! So fuckin hot 🔥

I love outdoor sex! Especially when I get bred! Best with pump and dump!

I only watch condom porn if I know the rubber is coming off and followed by bb, especially when breeding happens! Otherwise NO FRIGGING WAY!

Mmmmmm .... this is interesting .... how many will Mason lead down the opposite path than the purpose of the group?

Holy shit ... so fuckin hot 🔥 Don't make me wait More How many more strangers loads is Jake willing to take before he's ready for Sir's monster? I wish the monster cocks that froze me and walked away when I cried in pain had been patient to train my hole, to open me up. I wanted them breeding me so fuckin badly! Never say never, someday I hope.

You're not alone dalemythic

A true poz cum slut pig is born and headed towards full initiation! Great story! Please keep it cumming.

Sorry guys if the online discussion in this last chapter is hard to follow. I couldn’t figure out how to do the spacing.

I get it. My parents never even talked about sex even though their were seven of us kids. I suspect even very few porn star couples would parent so liberally, let alone parent. Thanks for your feedback on this fiction.

I didn’t bring a condom. (ch. 4) My folks wanted me to abstain from anal sex for a couple of months, at least until the results of my first tests came back. They and the clinic had me wait a month and a half before testing for HIV. They further forbade me from going to the cruising woods. You can imagine how well all this went down with an eighteen-year-old who had been raised with such strong sex positivity. Yet circumstances did work out that slowed me down. I got chatting with a gay couple online. I was intrigued by the double glory hole they had rigged up in their garage. Even though they were only 31 and 33 respectively they owned their own home. Weekends they invited lots of men over for the two to offer tandem blowjobs from their side of the glory hole arrangement. It was not uncommon for the two of them to swallow 10 loads each on Saturday and Sunday. I initiated an online conversation and became consumed with seeing if I could push and expand their boundaries. I started slow. Me: Hi. Hi, nice joint profile! Them: Thanks.You’ve got a smoking hot body! M: thanks T: Our pleasure M:Here’s my cock pic T: Get it over here They were in the neighbouring town, so it took me only a half hour. I met a very satisfied 50ish guy leaving the garage as I entered. I saw faces through the holes so without words pushed my seven hard inches through. A hot mouth was on me in a flash. I didn’t hold back and his expert oral service had me painting the back of his throat in under 5 minutes. I was thanked and told they hoped I’d come back soon. My second visit the next day was just as quick, and I made sure the other guy got his chance. Me: So, did you guys recognize this cock? Them: Fuck yeah man. We love your sweat load. M:Nice T: Beyond nice! When are you coming back? M:Probably soon T:Right now? M:Can I suck your cocks? T:That’s not how we role. M: understand, but, you can’t blame me for asking Them; It’s not the first time we’ve been asked. Me: Have you ever considered expanding? T:We’ve given it some thought M: I could come now. You could get a load from me and I could service 1 or both T: We are having a slow day M: Is that a yes? T: Definite maybe M:I need more than maybe T:Fuck yeah, why not I met two guys leaving on the drive as I arrived both with big grins and one guy winked at me. I flirted back. A face was behind each hole, and both got to sample my brown meat. I didn’t want them changing their minds so fired off as soon as I could. My cock spent I kneeled in front of the left glory hole, put my face up to it, opened my mouth and pushed out my tongue. As I waited, I began to think they had dupped me. A voice finally broke the silence. “We really aren’t feeling very good about this bud. We’re sorry. We meant to follow through, but we don’t feel we can.” Other than my tongue I didn’t move. After a couple minutes, “You need to leave bud.” I finally spoke; “Are you sure?” A different voice from their side this time. “No” The first voice annoyed; “Yes Chris we are sure, we agreed.” Chris’s authoritative voice: “No Ben, you decided. I’m ready to have him suck my cock. But you need to give me your consent. That’s how we role.” They continued their argument. “Fuck Chris, I don’t want to change our rules.” “It’s not a change Ben, it’s an exception this once with this guy.” “It’s a slippery slope Chris.” “A slope I’m ready to slide down. You don’t have to.” “Fuck, as usual you win Chris.” Chris’s cock was in my mouth quickly and I sucked it in right to the base. This was no small feat. Thick and about 8 inches long. I hadn’t had practice so was pushing well beyond my level. I was quickly choaking and gagging. I caught my breath as quickly as possible and pleaded that he bring it back. It didn’t take much pleading, and I tried to remember everything I had observed about technique in porn. Chris was now moaning and encouraging me that I was clearly a fast learner. My jaw was beginning to ache, and I was afraid I would have to tap out when all of a sudden, my mouth was flooded with his cum. Again, I was too eager, pushed on so he was deep down my throat. I gagged and sputtered trying to swallow his delicious juice. I invited Ben to follow but he declined. Chris changed their rules inviting me over every night during the next week to service each other without Ben. He gave me some great instruction. He was a good teacher. On the second night after we had swallowed each other’s loads, we had a chat. I asked if they ever fucked through the holes. “Only once.” He confessed. Ben had allowed Chris to fuck a muscle stud. I wondered if he had wrapped his tool? “Fuck yeah, Ben would only allow safe!” I ventured that Chris sounded curious about going further as I backed my dark hole to the opening. “You are evil!” Chris proclaimed with a chuckle. The next night my training continued, and I tried tempting Chris to take my ass and breed me. He sounded like he might be taking my bate. But, in the end turned me down. On day four Ben joined us and offered me his hard cock. Smaller and much easier to work than Chris’s, although Chris's size was proving less and less an issue. Ben was so turned on that he blasted off shortly after I started on him. His cum was particularly sweet. I decided not to push my luck and try to tempt Chris with my ass in front of Ben. For the next few days I was treated with both their cocks and loads and even had one of their tricks watch me suck them both off the next weekend. I thought maybe it was time to up my game. You know nothing ventured nothing gained. Me: Hi suck buddies! How’s it hanging? Them: Great! When u cuming M:Depends T :On what? M:Getting my ass fucked It took a very long time before I got a reply. My screen would show they were typing and then it would stop with no new message. I could picture them arguing. After ten minutes a message came through. T:Chris will fuck you M:Great! Raw? T:No way. Only safe!!!!!!!!!!!!!! M:Not the way I role T:Sorry bud, but this is a hard and fast rule. No sliding down that slope. M:Are you sure? T:Yeah M:Then I won’t be over today them: R U sure? M:Depends T:On what? M:Same answer T:We said a hard no M:I heard that but please hear me out T:Listening M:What if I could entice one of your guests to fuck me while I suck you guys off? Another long pause with typing, not typing, typing, not typing. You know how this goes. T:Maybe. But we won’t line it up Me: I have to take my chances? T:Hard yes. M:I think it’s worth it I got their as quickly as I could. I met a guy in the driveway and asked flirtatiously if he had fun. “Not as much as I could have with you, I’m sure!” He was fondling his crotch. I wondered how fast he could regenerate. “Fuck man for you, ready to go right now.” I invited him back in. I quickly stripped buck naked and positioned myself doggy style at Chris’s glory hole. His big cock was quickly in my mouth. My new friend took the hint from my lead and was soon eating my ass. I could see Ben watching through the other glory hole. Soon I pulled off Chris long enough to instruct my rimmer, “Fuck me.” His response came quickly: “Fuck man, I’d love to but I didn’t bring a condom. Hey, you guys, do you have a condom and lube?” Ben was quick to offer to go and get them. Chris reminded Ben I only take cock bareback. My new friend overhearing this, moved up to my ear, ⁸and quietly asked, “really?” My mouth was full and busy so I just nodded my head as best I could. “Are you sure?” he persisted. Without interrupting the blowjob, I nodded more vigorously and pulled my ass cheeks apart. “This is my fuckin day!” he proclaimed as his raw cock entered my eager back door. His raw boner was only a little bigger than average, so I had no trouble accommodating him and pushed back vigorously to be sure he knew I was all in to have him all in me. Ben’s eyes were big as saucers. Chris pulled himself out of my mouth, turned around and offered me his hairy ass to rim and tongue fuck. We got quite a rhythm going for the next ten minutes. When I confessed my jaw and tongue were needing a break Ben’s cock was quickly offered as Chris watched me take the raw pounding. As usual it didn’t take long for Ben to blast down my throat and Chris was back. He must have been stroking because he was soon loudly feeding me his delicious sperm. My tops breath was getting ragged. “I’m close, where do you want this load?” “In my ass man, I’m surprised you need to ask.” Two more voices not Ben and Chris’s chimed in: “Fucking breed the slut!” I left that day with two loads down my throat and three loads up my ass. I was so proud I couldn’t hold my tongue at the dinner table. My parents were not pleased but they were definitely beginning to understand my commitment to shape my sex life my way.

Great story.

I didn’t bring a condom. (ch. 3) I was a pretty naughty only child, but my parents had always remained calm and cool. Not the morning after my birthday. “Where the fuck have you been! Your Mom and I have been sick with worry! We might have managed an hour of sleep between us! No call! No text! No nothing! How could you be so funking thoughtless?!?” I was frightened by his yelling. I had never been yelled at in my life. “Shit! Sorry Mom and Dad. I guess I just got carried away having fun. I’m sorry I didn’t let you know I’m ok.” “You’re ok, is the car ok?” my dad more normal voice, but clearly angry. “Yeah, yeah, it’s …. It’s fine, not even a scratch.” “Did you and Sam stay at the cruising woods all night?” my mom’s worried voice and another look in her eyes that I couldn’t figure out. “No … no … I went home with a guy. I slept with him.” “So, you dumped your friend Sam to go home with some random stranger? Are you crazy?” my dad’s voice was back at yelling pitch. “Um … no …” I couldn’t think of a lie fast enough so blurted the truth, well almost the truth. “Sam wasn’t able to go at the last minute, so I went alone. I didn’t dump him.” “It’s bad enough you fucking lied to us last night, now you’re lying to us again! We called Sam this morning! He fucking knew nothing about you going out last night!” My dad’s face was so red I was afraid he was going to blow a gasket. “Oh, shit,shit,shit! ….I’m so sorry. I really am sorry!” I pleaded. I’d never heard my mom so stern; “You better tell us what happened, and you’d better tell us the truth.” “I already told you. I went to a cruising ground to lose my virginity, and at the end of the night I went home with a guy. A nice guy, he was a really nice guy! You don’t need to worry. I’m sorry I didn’t call but you didn’t need to worry. I was safe.” “Yeah, how fucking safe! We need details!” dad yelling. “How much detail?” I was not my usual cocky self. Mom sternly, “Did you lose your virginity?” “Mom, really?” They were both glaring daggers through me. “Yes … Yes! I lost my fuckin virginity! I took cock up my ass! Are you fucking satisfied?!!” I was pissed. My dad’s voice was now way too calm and steely; “Did the guy that took your virginity, with his cock in your ass wear a condom?” “Dad …. Really … I’m 18. My sex life is my business. You always taught me to know that.” “It’s not just your business as long as you live under our roof with free room and board.” His steely voice ripped through me. My mom was on the verge of tears; “The box of condoms in your bedside table haven’t even been opened.” I considered lying, I could have picked some up on my way to the woods. I gulped and confessed, “No.” “No fucking what son? No fucking what?” he was yelling again. “Condom. No fucking condom!” I yelled back. My mom was crying. Racing toward sobbing. “DID …. HE … CUM … IN … YOUR … ASS? Please tell me you had the good sense to ask him to pull out!” Dad pleaded with disgust spraying. I was out of control, yelling and blurted; “THEY ALL CAME IN MY ASS. I TOLD THEM TO!” The pause following this confession was too long, and way too silent. The void it created would have swallowed a transport, no, an ocean liner. Dad was first to break the silence. His voice back to the calm coolness I grew up with when I misbehaved. “They? How many men fucked your ass bareback son? Remember, I’ve been there. I know what happens.” I was so rattled I needed to stop and count on my fingers. “Six …wait, no it was seven with the guy I went home with.” “And did you have all of them cum inside of you?” calm dad voice. Mom was sobbing again. “Ummm …umm …awe … yeah.” I had no swagger left for now. “So, you’ve come home with seven loads of cum from seven men … seven strangers cum?” Dad “Seven men, ten loads. He pumped the last one into me this morning before I left. He was very kind and generous Dad.” Dad took a huge big breath and let it out very, very slowly. “Son, I'm angry … but honestly I’m also jealous. The most I took in a gang bang scene were 8. I so miss those days. But that was then and this is now. We’ve told you, and told you, and told you how dangerous it is now. How could you ignore us?” “But Dessert Knights, Bareback Buddies? The times have changed again Dad. I only saw one guy using a condom last night. And it feels so great to just let go, to have so much cum in my gut. To feel a guy blast off deep in my gut is so fucking amazing. You remember dad!” “I do remember. I know it’s awesome. But we’ve told you how many friends we lost, we warned you about the dangers. We thought you understood. I never would have given you the keys last night if I had known. Never.” There was a long pause, everyone seemed to have calmed down. Then he spoke in a methodical tone that I was very used to. “But what’s done is done. We have to face that. I never dreamed I’d have to take time the day after your birthday to take you to a sexual health clinic. But you need PEP. And it sounds like you are going to need to get comfortable with the clinic with the choices you are making. Let’s make this part of your birthday present. Have some breakfast, take a shower to freshen up, and for god’s sake put on some clothes that don’t make you look like a sex worker, although there is no shame in our profession. Right mom?!”

I'm sad to say I haven't been bred on a significant day. However as a versatile bottom i did have the privilege of helping a guy celebrate his 48th birthday at a gay campground play area. My buddy was the first to fuck and breed him in the sling. I was second. And we were followed by a third camper who had organized the celebration. The birthday boy was over the moon with gratitude!