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NOTE: this is a work of fiction. Nothing depicted in the story is true to life. It’s a sexy scenario I jerk myself off to frequently, though 😉 Derek’s Perspective: Derek was definitely hornier than usual. He woke up fighting an especially rigid morning wood, which proved a problem when he got up to piss. He leaned over the toilet until he was at a nearly 90 degree angle in an attempt to maneuver his rigid seven inches towards the bowl. He succeeded for the most part, but it was an awkward position and he still had to clean up a couple misfires. Dressing slowly, he tucked his still semi-hard dick into a pair of briefs and attempted to get the day started. As time went by, however, the overwhelming desire to fool around with a guy began to consume his every thought. He couldn’t get any work done. He just kept finding himself back on Grindr, Scruff and Sniffies staring at the photos of torsos and the awkwardly smiling array of men in his area. He couldn’t help it- his dick was pretty much permanently at half-mast and his hole kept clenching in hopes that his brain would get fed up and finally put effort into finding a good hookup. None of his normal fuck buddies were available, sadly. He knew Adam was out of town on business and Mauricio was on one of those gay cruises - so if he were to play it would have to be someone new. This limited what he was willing to do (he didn’t fuck on first meetups to lower risk) but he still had plenty of options to satisfy the dick-lust he found himself consumed by. Derek had an array of types. Tall, short, muscular, heavy-set, young, old... as long as they had well-maintained body hair and at least two pieces of the Holy Trinity (a great ass, a great cock and/or a great face) he was satisfied. It generally came down to chemistry anyways. Nothing beat a guy who knew how to slowly bend him over, bury their face in his ass and open him up until he was begging to be filled… “Fuck it” he finally exclaimed, realizing he was sitting at his home office desk stroking himself to the memories of previous fucks and getting nothing done. He opened the chat tab and perused the messages recently sent to him on Grindr. He had to get off and this was a horniness that wouldn’t be satisfied with rubbing one out. He needed to swallow a good load before he could finally get some fucking work done. After quickly perusing the recently-received messages, one in particular caught his eye: the profile was the torso of a man in his late thirties who clearly took care of himself. Large, defined pecks with dark brown chest hair that accented the definition, trailing down to hug the edges of his softly defined abs and blending seamlessly into a happy trail that traveled outside the cropping of the picture. The profile read “Great Fuck To Remember” - a cocky proposition that had his dick twitching, even if he smirked at the potential irony. His ethnicity read “Middle Eastern” which gave it another twitch. His description dove into a laundry list of sexual positions he loved to perform. It was shockingly thorough. Normally Derek wouldn’t bother with headless torso profiles (no matter how fucking sexy) but the first four messages were photos so he clicked into the chat. His eyes widened at what he saw. The first picture was a sexy face with short dark hair, deep brown eyes, thick brows, full lips and a well-manicured, salt-and-pepper beard that accented a strong jaw. Those lips were curled up into a mischievous grin that made his hole pucker. The second, third and fourth pics showed him one of the most beautiful cocks he’d ever seen from various angles. The guy looked to be around 7.5 inches, decently thick with shockingly big, shaved balls. He was clearly uncut, though the foreskin fully pulled back when it was as hard as these photos depicted. The head was perfectly proportioned and slightly darker than the warm melanin of the shaft. It was possibly the most delicious-looking dick he’d seen in a while. He had shown Derek the requisite two of the three Trinities. He was sold. “Wats up?” Was the only text, a typical opening line. “Horny as fuck here at home alone, can’t concentrate,” Derek typed out, hoping the guy would pick up on ‘home alone.’ “Perhaps I cn help. Any pics u like to share with me, sexy?” he replied. Derek unlocked his secret album for him (around five photos showing off his pale, decently muscular body, hard cock and his bubble butt). He was especially proud of his ass and legs. He loved when his butt was worshipped so he worked VERY hard to make sure it was good enough to be. Squats, deadlifts, lunges, hip thrusts, step ups- you name it, he did it all in pursuit of an irresistible ass. The sight of it generally clinched the deal with most potential hookups. After a few agonizing moments the guy finally responded with “fucking hot. What u into?” “I love having my ass played with, worshipped, eaten, teased. I don’t tend to fuck when I first meet someone, but also LOVE to suck dick until it is blowing down my throat” Derek copy-pasted his reply from his go-to response he has previously prepared for this common question. “Hot. I give rlly good ass massages and love to eat a tasty hole. Ass worship is my favorite thing.” “Yeah?” “Also love feeling my head against a tight hole.” “Fuck that’s hot.” Derek’s dick was leaking at this point. “I prefer to slide in, but happy to respect whatever rules u got.” This guy was hitting all his buttons. “Yeah, sorry. Wish I could but gotta be safe.” “I get it ;-)” “Fuck yeah- when r u available? Where u located?” A few moments later Derek got an image of a map that showed the guy to be only a few blocks away. “I’m down 4 now. That work? U host? Traveling w/ friends so can’t host” Direct. EXACTLY what Derek needed and hoped to hear. “Yeah. I can host” Derek then sent him his address and apartment number. “Gimme ten. Malik here, btw” That was all Derek needed to see. He jumped from his desk and quickly got to work. He was not planning to get fucked, obviously. . . but just in case he grabbed a couple condoms from his drawer and douched to make sure everything was clean. He was practiced in fast-prep (since hookups were unpredictable) and in about eight minutes he was showered, dried off, in a jock and ready for Malik’s arrival. He then sat on his couch, staring at his sleeping phone for the next five minutes or so. His cock was straining against the fabric of the jockstrap, his heart racing with anticipation. After a bit longer he heard the buzz from the front door, dashed to the wall and pressed the “entrance” button on his com. Since he was only on the second floor of his building the knock came within moments. Derek steeled himself for potential disappointment and opened the door. Malik stood there in a white tank top and loose-fitting gym shorts, their light fabric making it clear he didn’t bother with underwear. Derek was relieved to see the photos appeared fairly accurate and recent. His face was as handsome as his picture, if slightly older in the harsh lighting of the hallway, and his body was also somewhat softer, but that only seemed to enhance things. He was carrying a small gym bag strapped over his right shoulder. He gestured for Malik to come in and he obliged, waiting until Derek closed the door before looking him up and down and smiling, placing the bag on a chair to the side of the door. “Your pictures don’t do you justice” he murmured in a deep, slightly coarse voice. “Turn around for me and let me take a look at what I’m working with.” Derek obliged, spinning around slowly, his back slightly arched to give Malik the best possible view of his ass. He was rewarded with a deep “mmmmmmm” and felt Malik’s warm hands caress and then squeeze his cheeks, pulling them apart and letting go so they would bounce back together with a tight jiggle. “Fuck” he said, grabbing Derek’s shoulders to turn him back around and pull him forcefully into a deep open-mouth kiss that made his dick throb. They stood there for the next few minutes making out furiously while exploring each other’s bodies. Derek fumbled with Malik’s tank top, eventually getting it over his head before being pulled into another tight bear hug, Malik’s soft chest hair and flexing pecs grinding into his own while he explored Derek’s mouth with his tongue. He felt Malik’s dick, now rock-hard, grinding into his own beneath his workout shorts. His hands squeezed Darek’s ass and eventually found their way to his pulsing hole, gently rubbing it in small circles with his middle finger. After a minute or two of this Malik ran his hands up Derek’s back until they reached his shoulders and began pushing him to his knees. At this point Malik’s dick was creating a full-on tent in his gym shorts, begging to be released. Derek was only too eager to oblige. He took his hands and glided them up Malik’s hairy, muscular thighs until he reached the elastic waistband and tugged them slowly down in an almost reverential way. Like he was unwrapping a present. Once it reached his mid-thigh Malik’s dick finally broke free of the shorts and bounced up, slapping against his pubes with a satisfying “pap.” It then stood at full attention, the head glistening with pre-cum, staring Derek in the eye. His balls were tight and large, shifting slightly to the temperature change. He felt the heat radiating from that beautiful cock and balls inches from his face. Tugging the shorts the rest of the way off so Malik could spread his legs more, Derek took a firm hold of the shaft with one of his hands, squeezing it gently and jerking it slowly. A deep moan escaped from Malik. Derek took his other hand and cupped his balls, feeling their weight and wanting desperately to somehow fit it all inside his mouth. Impossible, but definitely something to aspire to. He then moved forward, aided by Malik pulling him closer, and let the perfect head slide into his mouth. It tasted delicious and the smell of Malik’s natural scent mixed with a subtle cologne was intoxicating. He was in heaven. Derek flicked the head with his tongue before slowly lowering his mouth further and further down the thick shaft. Closing his eyes he felt it hit the back of his throat and try to push further, sliding in a bit more before he was rewarded with his nose hitting the base and burying itself in Malik’s manscaped pubes. “Fuck yeah, boy.” Malik said a bit more loudly, his hands moving from Derek’s shoulders to the back of his head. He was held there, with Malik flexing his hips until he needed to breathe, causing him to gag slightly. This made him to pull back long enough to take a deep breath before starting to suck the cock in earnest. Thick bands of saliva collected at the base of the shaft and rolled down his balls as Malik’s hips thrust to meet the rhythm of Derek’s face-fucking. He could feel those balls tightening in his hand and the head beginning to expand… …but as quickly as it started, it stopped. Malik had pulled away, grinning at Derek who looked a bit shocked and desperate to have that cock back down his throat. “You feel so fucking good, but we don’t want to end this too quickly. I still have a job to do,” he murmured. “Fuck” Derek replied, finding himself with a temporarily reduced vocabulary. It began and ended with ‘fuck.’ He thoughtlessly wiped away the spit that was coating his scruff. “You said you wanted an ass massage, yeah?” He flashed the same devilish smile that he had captured in the first picture he sent Derek. He walked back over to his gym bag, picked it up, and stood there waiting. All Derek could do was nod, stand up, take Malik’s hand and lead him into his bedroom. Malik’s Perspective: Malik scanned the room they entered, noticing how Derek had prepared things for them. The curtains were pulled, the bed hastily made and covered in a striped beach towel. He also caught sight of the condoms sitting on the bed-stand and smirked. ‘Didn’t want to fuck, my ass’ he thought to himself. He had come here confident he could change this guy’s mind and was encouraged to see them- even if he had zero intention to use them. One way or another he was going to get inside that hole. Raw. All that remained was how to go about doing it… “I brought some massage oil and toys to relax you” he said, dropping his gym bag on the bed and unzipping it. He pulled out a large bottle of massage oil, a realistic glass dildo, some poppers and a blindfold. Derek’s handsome face faltered slightly at the blindfold, so Malik instinctively put it back in his bag. ‘Damn’ he thought, ‘this will be a bit more of a challenge.’ “How do you want me?” Derek said, standing next to the bed. Malik came up to him and kissed him passionately again. This guy had a perfect mouth and was an excellent kisser. “Lie down on the bed ass up, babe” he whispered in Derek’s ear while gripping Derek’s neck. Derek obliged, disengaging from their embrace and crawling into position. Removing his jockstrap altogether Derek grabbed onto a pillow to hug and rest his head on, causing him to arch slightly and accentuate the musculature of his back. Malik was salivating. Derek spread his legs and thrust his hips forward so his dick was now bent and pointing down past his balls. Without saying another word Malik crawled on top of Derek, grabbing the bottle of oil and dripping a liberal amount of it across his lower back, perky cheeks and legs. Straddling one of his thighs, Malik slowly began to expertly massage the oil into his skin. His hands were large with thick fingers that worked really well for a task like this. Derek seemed to appreciate the effort, moaning gently into his pillow and grinding his hips a bit under Malik’s weight. This went on for about ten minutes, both of them getting hornier with each passing moment, Malik’s twitching dick pressing firmly against Derek’s left thigh, grinding gently. Malik paused to apply more of the scentless oil, this time also coating his own throbbing dick with it and jerking himself briefly before going back to firmly massaging Derek’s delicious ass. He ran his hands across the cheeks, spreading them wide to reveal the perfect, inviting pink hole before pressing them together, bending down to bring his face inches away from it. He took in a deep breath, reveling in Derek’s freshly-washed natural scent. Malik then pulled the cheeks out again, revealing the hole, and gently blew air over the surface of the pucker. Derek shuddered, his ass jiggling slightly at the movement. It was fucking perfect. Malik wanted this ass. He needed to feel his cock sliding inside… but knew this guy was likely someone who needed persuasion and a little white lie or two. That and a heaping pile of obfuscation. At this point, however, he buried his face in Derek’s ass. His tongue was decently long and wide, and he worked it expertly over Derek’s hole. He ate Derek’s ass like it was his last meal, his soft beard rubbing against Derek’s skin, making him moan loudly. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck” Derek said again, thrusting his hips back to meet Malik’s tongue. Malik moved to lick Derek’s balls, traveling up his taint to his hole, then past his crack before biting each cheek. He couldn’t help it, it was just so fucking tasty. Derek cried out in a bit of surprise at the bites but didn’t stop grinding his hips back at Malik. Instead his legs continued spreading further and further apart to give Malik better access. He was also inching his legs up and arching his back more and more until he was fully on his knees with his head buried in his pillow, moaning at the oral assault on his hole. Ass up and spread wide, dick swinging, Malik’s face buried. Malik was right- this guy was begging for it. Even if he claimed he didn’t want it. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, Malik moved back and reached for the dildo. This is where things could get tricky, but hopefully Derek was so dickmatized that it would go off without a hitch… “I know you don’t want to fuck, but would it be alright to massage your hole with toys?” Malik asked Derek, who was still ass-up and breathing heavily. “Is the toy sanitary?” He said, a bit muffled by the pillow. It would have been funny if the sight of him wasn’t so fucking hot. “I boil all my toys for just that reason, babe. I take care of my boys,” Malik replied smoothly. He wasn’t lying- that was important shit to get right. A pause. “Okay, but remember, no fucking.” Derek said, and wiggled his hips in an approving motion. Malik grabbed the oil and coated the dildo (and his own cock again). He then went to Derek and offered him the poppers “this will help you relax and will make it feel even better.” Derek was clearly used to poppers because he immediately took two large snorts of the stuff. Malik’s brand was particularly strong and its effects seemed to hit him immediately. He placed the bottle right next to his face hoping to encourage him to use more later down the line. Malik then moved and positioned himself behind Derek, licking his hole one last time before placing the head of his dick, and not the dildo, at the pucker. He wanted to feel that hole before bringing the toy into play as well as establish some trust, an important component for what was to come next... He began to apply gentle bursts of pressure and murmured “Just teasing your hole with my cock a moment before I massage it with the dildo.” Derek nodded in approval. “Remember, just don’t go in.” Was his only reply. “You have nothing to worry about” Malik replied, resuming his gentle prodding. The oil from the massage and Malik’s spit made Derek’s ass very slick. The poppers made Derek’s ass relax. The liberal amounts of oil he had slathered on his dick aided the wetness. It all meant that within moments Malik’s head was past the first ring and moving its way inside. It took every ounce of effort to not simply thrust in- but that would break the trust and likely end in an unsatisfying, quick retreat. He wanted to be balls deep in this glorious ass, he just had to be patient. Derek was still clearly aware of what was happening and paying VERY close attention. “You aren’t in me are you?” His muffled voice asked from the pillow. “No babe. My head is just kissing your hole. It feels so fucking good.” He eased back slightly to make sure this was true. “Fuck yeah it does. Ugh, I love feeling a dick pressing against my hole. Just don’t go in.” At this point his head was fully inside, but he was purposefully respecting Derek’s directions and not going any deeper. “I promise babe. It won’t go in. We’re just teasing before I get the toy.” Derek moaned happily in response. After a bit more of this Malik decided to move on to the next part of his plan, sliding the tip of his dick out of Derek’s ass (which elicited a disappointed moan from Derek). He then moved the slicked-up dildo into position, waiting until Derek took another hit of poppers before beginning to apply pressure. He worked slowly, using one hand to spread Derek’s cheeks apart and the other to continue prodding the dildo until it popped past the first ring. Derek let out a small gasp and then moaned deeply, the poppers clearly reaching his pleasure center and the dildo stretching the hole gently. It wasn’t massive, but WAS the exact same girth and length as Malik’s own dick…which was definitely not a coincidence. He actually had it modeled after his own cock. Fucking expensive, but worth every penny… He noticed Derek slowly starting to jerk himself with one hand and sliding his other past his balls to feel the dildo as it was sliding into his hole. Malik smiled, letting Derek fully establish his use of the toy. After letting him explore the area for a bit, however, Malik needed to make sure this wouldn’t keep happening. Pausing with the dildo about halfway into Derek’s eager ass, Malik reached down, took Derek’s hands and gently pulled them away from the area. “I’m supposed to be the one making you feel good. That cock is mine to stroke. Understand?” He said gruffly, seductively. “Mmmmmm.” Derek moaned in the affirmative, nodding his head into his pillow, his eyes shut in ecstasy. He shifted his hands and hugged the pillow. Derek seemed to be in his own world, concentrating solely on the feeling of his ass being filled. The world could have gone to hell around him and he wouldn’t have noticed. Or would have chosen not to… ‘Let’s see if that works’ Malik thought as he resumed slowly prodding Derek’s ass with the dildo, pulling it out completely, letting the hole gape momentarily before pushing it gently back in. He made sure to keep up this pattern- fucking the dildo into Derek’s ass a few strokes before removing it completely, applying more oil, and driving it back in. Derek was clearly in heaven and cried out a little every time it re-entered, each time a bit harder. Malik would periodically use his free hand to slowly jerk Derek’s dick, helping Derek to more fully lose himself in the pleasure. Eventually, after about five or six repetitions of this pattern he made his move. After pushing the dildo down to the fake balls, he pulled it out completely, lined up his own eagerly throbbing cock and slid it three quarters of the way in before holding it there a beat. When Derek continued moaning and made zero signs of noticing the difference, he slowly began to thrust in and out, all the while paying close attention not to go deep enough to brush his pubes against Derek’s cheeks. He was in heaven, and Derek seemed completely unaware of the change in materials sliding into his hole. Malik’s dildo warmed up when it was used (due to the person’s body heat) so the temperature of the dildo and his dick were nearly identical. The ass was slick, his cock doused in oil. It slid in as velvety-smooth as the imitation had. Even with the poppers and the dildo Derek’s ass felt tight wrapped around Malik’s dick. Every time he would thrust he felt Derek squeeze his muscles and it began to cause Malik’s eyes to roll back into his head. He thrust a few more times, removed his dick, hovered over the dilating hole, and then slid back in with an inaudible sigh. “How is that toy working for you, babe?” He knew under normal, non-poppered circumstances there was enough difference between his own dick and the dildo that a guy would notice- but once they get into the trance he’s found that they kind of lose themselves in the sensation and keep going with what they’re told is happening. We all believe what we want to believe, and Derek wanted to believe that Malik was pleasuring him with a toy. “It feels so fucking GOOD. Thank you thank you thank you….” He continued to repeat “thank you” into the pillow every time Malik pushed his dick nearly to the hilt, his balls getting dangerously close to slapping into Derek’s taint. “You like that toy in you? Giving you the massage you need?” Malik growled, pulling out all the way before thrusting back in again. He had one hand still holding the dildo and the other pressed firmly against Derek’s cheek to keep him from pushing back too hard and giving the game away. In response Derek began to move his hand out from under the pillow and reach back. Malik barely noticed in time but was able to remove his rock-hard cock and replace it with the still-hot dildo right as Derek’s fingers closed around the shaft. Malik could see Derek smiling in satisfaction and Malik responded in kind - even if for slightly different reasons… “Don’t get distracted, babe. Let me take care of you.” He admonished Derek, grabbing his wrist and gently pulling it away. “This is my hole right now.” Another moan and the hand went back under the pillow. As soon as the coast was clear Malik fucked the dildo slowly a couple more times before removing it again and deftly sliding his own eager cock back in. He loved watching the shaft going in and out of this perfect hole- the dark skin of his shaft contrasting beautifully against the lighter skin of Derek’s ass. This is exactly where his dick needed to be. It’s where Derek wanted it to be. Malik was merely making sure he got what he wanted- regardless of what his “rules” were. He continued to thrust for a while, slapping his ass periodically and reveling in the resulting jiggle, his shaft blissfully deep inside Derek’s hole. It was such an amazing sight he got distracted enough to accidentally thrust so deep that his balls gently grazed Derek’s taint. Knowing the potential for disaster he quickly moved his available hand down and grazed it again with his thumb, massaging the area for a bit to quash any potential for Derek to become suspicious. Derek wiggled his hips in response, moaning a bit louder. Malik probably shouldn’t have worried, though. Derek’s trance was complete, his understanding of what Malik was doing so firm in his mind that it didn’t matter what was actually happening. He was being impaled by an amazingly realistic dildo. That was Derek’s reality - even as Malik’s raw cock assaulted his hole instead. “I want to make you feel so good. I want this toy to massage your hole until you cum” he growled, feeling Derek’s sphincter once again clamp unknowingly around Malik’s cock. It was too fucking hot. The view of Dereks perfect ass in the air, his dick sliding into Derek’s hole until just before the root. The moans muffled by the pillow. He could feel his balls starting to tighten and the ecstasy of the successful deception taking over his ability to control his orgasm. He began to thrust harder, placing his free hand on Derek’s ass, wrapped around the shaft to make sure his hips won’t make contact. This only caused Derek to moan louder, sending Malik further over the point of no return. And then he came. The feeling was so overpowering that he almost lost his composure- it took everything he had not to simply thrust until his hips were smashing against Derek’s oblivious ass. He could feel his cock spasming inside Derek’s unwitting hole, coating his insides with jets of his cum. Malik was a heavy cummer, with rope after rope blasting into Derek as he did everything in his power to not cry out. He kept thrusting at the same pace to hide the spasms of his cock, letting Derek’s hole milk every last drop out of him before finally sliding out and replacing his now deflating cock with the dildo, cum dripping out the sides and leaking down Derek’s heavily oiled taint. They were both panting heavily at this point and Derek’s cries were reaching a fever pitch. Malik kept sliding the dildo into Derek’s ass even as he was coming down from his orgasm, watching with satisfaction as cum kept leaking out of the unknowing hole. It was so hot he was completely hard again in record time. He imitated the movements and pace of his actual fucking, thrusting his hips with each plunge of the toy so the bed would move identically to when he was inside Derek. “Fuck babe, you have the best ass I’ve ever seen. You take this dildo so well.” “Fuuuuuuuuuck” Derek said, repeating the word with every thrust as Malik started to jerk Derek’s dick with his other hand. I want to make you blow, babe” he said- which was clearly quickly approaching. “I’m . . . I’m . . . I’m s-s-s-so clooseeeee” Derek cried, his body beginning to shake. “FUCK YEAH BOY- CUM FOR ME!” He ordered loudly, pushing the dildo in to the base. He then let go of it, leaving it buried deep as he flipped onto his back with his head positioned beneath Derek’s dick. He quickly clamped his lips onto the head while stroking the shaft rapidly. It was an awkward maneuver but Malik had perfected it with practice. He really fucking knew what he was doing. This is what he was made for. Derek could have woken the dead with his orgasm- and its volume was clearly a match for Malik’s. He was swallowing multiple gulps of salty cum as it continued to spurt from Derek’s throbbing, angry erection. Malik had begun jerking himself while waiting for Derek to blow and was able to actually cum a second time in less than twenty minutes- something he rarely had the pleasure of accomplishing. The load wasn’t nearly as large- only a few small ropes blasting onto his stomach, Derek’s ass and the towel- but it was intense all the same. This fuck was everything he had hoped for when he first saw Derek’s handsome, smiling face on the apps. Derek’s ass secretly plundered, used under the guise of toy play. His beautiful body given as much pleasure as he could without fully fucking him to the absolute root- something be hoped to do before he left town. Malik squeezed the last drops of cum out, took a deep breath through his nose and removed Derek’s slowly deflating cock. He rolled back around and got to his knees on the bed, rubbing his furry belly absent-mindedly as he surveyed Derek’s body, limply spent, ass in the air with the dildo still buried deep. He then took the edge of the towel and wiped Derek’s ass down. “Fuuuuuuck that was amazing.” Derek whispered into the pillow as Malik slowly began removing the glass toy from its warm sheath. “It was perfect” Malik replied, as he moved from the bed and began collecting his things, wiping down the dildo and placing it back into his gym bag. “But imagine how much better it will be when you get to feel the real thing.” Derek finally shifted out of his position, rolling over until he was sitting up on the messy towel staring at Malik. “Well the next time won’t be a first hookup- so that’s definitely something I’d be down for. You have such an amazing dick. How long are you in town?” “Another week” Malik replied. “I work from home most days so let me know when you’re available again and we will make it happen” Derek said, watching with a hint of sadness as Malik put his gym shorts back on to cover his delicious cock and furry, plump ass. “It’s a date, then.” “Oh yeah, one thing,though. While I *am* on prep and take Doxypep after hookups I do still require condoms for fucking- you good with that?” Malik grinned at him “of course! For you, babe? Anything. I’m also on Prep and Doxy- but you can never be too careful.” Derek eased out of the bed, his legs clearly shaky from holding that position for so long. He walked up to Malik and kissed him deep and long again, making Malik’s cock twitch. He wrapped his arms around Derek and helped support him while his legs gained some of their strength back. “Perfect. I can’t wait.” Derek said, smiling a beautiful smile. “Back at you” Malik whispered, already thinking ahead to how he will work around the condoms. He then pulled his tank over his head, put on his shoes, gave Derek’s ass one last squeeze and made his way back to his friends at the AirBnB, turned on by the knowledge that his cum was coating the inside of Derek’s ass. Derek’s Perspective: As he watched the stunning Middle Eastern Sex God leave his place Derek finally felt sated. Warm. Spent. His mind was clear and he was finally able to get some actual work done. ‘However’ he thought to himself, ‘I probably should shower first…” He quickly dropped the oil-and-cum-covered towel into the laundry hamper and turned on the water. As he was sitting on the toilet waiting for it to heat up he felt pressure in his ass. He decided to push a bit and felt a lot of liquid fall into the bowl. ‘No wonder it felt so good,’ he said to himself. ‘The guy probably used half that bottle of oil!’ He then thoughtlessly reached back and flushed the toilet before getting up and stepping into the shower, fantasizing about what would hopefully happen later that week… End Part 1.
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I'm neg. It's a status I tried to get rid of before. I hated it. In the baths I'd let myself get fucked by anyone who wanted my hole. I've been stretched out and flooded with the toxin, but it didn't take. I was frustrated as all hell, especially because I really don't like to bottom. I'm a natural top. Domination and power-play were always what made me want to fuck. So eventually I decided to stop resisting it. I no longer try to get pozzed, and as much as I dislike it I can't gift the chasers like they want. Instead, I compromise. I get my thrills these days by watching others get pozzed. Specifically, I organize for men young and old to get injected with toxic loads. In the basement of my house we play roulette. In the centre of the bare concrete is a disc, large enough for a bottom on all fours to get down on all fours. This disc spins with a quick kick, and whatever cock pointing at the hole then fucks it. In the mind of the neg bottom, only three of the six men would fuck them, and only one of them is poz. Half the chance of not getting a poz cock, and even then there was the sizeable chance the virus wouldn't convert them. In reality, the same three fuck the bottom every time. Three HIV positive men who really don't like taking their meds. The other three stayed around to watch, eventually retreating to a corner of the room where they can fuck in a heaving pile on the floor. The three of them (good friends of mine) were neg. Outside my house, ask any of them about bareback sex and they'll throw a fistful of condoms at you. They'll talk about how bare sex is sex done wrong. Each of them leapt at the thought of watching us destroy a man's ass and seeing the toxic cum flow out of theman's ruined rosebud. At least to a degree, as afterwards each of them usually exhibited an aura of shame. Obviously I couldn't really share the view. It was an unremarkable day outside. In my basement though, I could feel the arousal in the air. The kid alternated between smiling nervously at us and looking down at his shoes. The negs were trying to goad him into small talk, but any answers he gave trailed off into awkward silence. He obviously couldn't get past the predatory stare of myself and the other three, and shyly looked away when he met our eyes. My cock was rigid, and pointed a thick, nine inch rod down my leg that jutted out from the material of my jeans. I looked around to the others. At 56, Barry was the oldest. He was as hair-covered, pot bellied a daddy as you could get. His dark grey hair was cut short, and under his neck a forest of dark hair started that left almost every part below covered.v He was invited to every one of my roulette parties for a few reasons, the most important of which was that he fucked like an animal, caring nothing at all for the comfort or pleasure of the bottom. He brutalized every ass he fucked, tearing it up and increasing the chances of his demon seed taking hold. When the kid looked his way he leered, grabbing his crotch and grinning like a shark. Rich was not long out of high school. I found him like I usually find them. I cruise these sites for a very particular type of person: one who craves risks. You'll find people like this everywhere. They throw themselves into unsavory or dangerous situations and pin all their hopes on getting out unscathed. Rich, 18 and with dark blonde hair (just long enough to grab a fistful) was a beauty of a find. In a private message he'd confessed to being fucked only a few times. Once, a rubber had ripped and he'd been filled up. He'd freaked at the time, but after getting the all-clear from the clinic he'd felt a rush unlike anything he'd known before. He hadn't taken raw cock since, and that's where I came in. I played to his sense of adventure, and a few days after making my offer, I had a message in my inbox asking me when and where. Wordless, I went to him. He looked into my eyes and I smiled. He smiled back. I cupped his balls through his jeans and squeezed hard. He yelped, and Barry laughed. "Why are you here?" I asked. He hesitated and I squeezed harder. I repeated the question. "To have...sex." His voice strained with the effort of keeping his composure. Barry crept behind and grabbed his arms, restraining him. "You're here to get fucked", he growled into the young man's ear. "You're here to get your little hole stretched and your guts fuckin' flooded." Barry flattened his tongue and licked the side of Rich's face from chin to temple. I felt the kid's dick harden through his jeans. Dean and Phil were setting things up on the disc. They placed a stool in the centre where we'd bend the little shit over. They'd looped the rope from under the disc, securing it to the centre and leaving four lengths of thin rope sticking around. Dean gave me a thumbs up and one of the negs fiddled with the video camera until it snapped into place on the tripod. It beeped, and we led Rich backwards onto the disc while we stripped him. Barry tore his shirt open, revealing a chest speckled with light hair. While Barry held him aloft I pulled the jeans from him. Once his fat cock was free it smacked against his belly and left a clear little splat of pre-cum. I grabbed it roughly and pumped it a few times. He groaned and I let go. Once naked, we pushed him down over the stool. It was knee-height, allowing his own knees to touch the metal disc and support his weight. Barry leaned down and forced his tongue through Rich's lips. It was a deep kiss, and he held the kid's jaw while yanking his hair while he probed around the young mouth. There was always something animalistic about how Barry interacted with his men. Even when kissing he looked like he was devouring them. While he kissed, Dean and Phil tied the bottom's legs and wrists to the stool. As soon as he was secure in place, Barry dropped the act. He pulled his tongue from Rich's mouth and spat in his face. The kid moaned in surprised pleasure. "I knew it", Barry chuckled, and looking at me asked "We about ready?" "Yeah...." Rich breathed. "No you're not", Barry told him. Phil and Dean joined us in a circle around the boy. The two were cousins I'd met years ago through Barry. He'd bragged to me one night over boy-ass how he'd been fucking around with two cousins that he'd gifted. I'd met them, fucked them, and now they converted men for me. Phil was 31 and Dean 36. They shared the same thick, dark hair and wide build. Neither had a belly like Barry but they were also covered in a generous covering of hair, particularly the thick forest around their chest, torso and the base of their swollen cocks. Phil's was longer and narrower than his cousin whose own cock's thickness made the bottoms wince when he pulled it out. The negs stood with us and we all stripped. Within seconds each man had his cock in hand. Rich moaned when he saw Barry standing naked in front of him. The fat cock was so close to his mouth that he flicked out his tongue and licked the tip. Barry took an exaggerated step back. "Whoa, whoa, you little dumpster. You gotta wait for the game." He nodded at me and I kicked the disc. It spun around, pink hole pointing out at us. It stopped and pointed at one of the negs next to Dean. Dean grinned at me and mouthed "close enough." He slapped his hands down hard on the cheeks, which made Rich gasp. Two perfect hand prints were left. He got to his knees and started to lick around the hole before him. He closed his eyes and savored the taste of the uncorrupted pink. He hooked his thumbs into the opening and pulled it apart to reveal a tight little circle that barely opened around his digits. "Little fucker's tight," he remarked as he forced his tongue into the opening and tasted the boy's insides while he pumped his own thick meat. He spat a few times onto the hole and worked a few fingers in. Rich squirmed and clenched tight. "This is gonna feel fuckin' awesome," Dean commented as he rose to his feet and tapped his cockhead against the thoroughly rimmed ass. I threw his some lube and he curled his lip. Dean liked to fuck naturally, meaning he preferred to use spit or cum as lube but I was impatient. He smeared a small amount onto his shaft and pushed his head back onto the asshole. He gently pushed for a moment. We all moved closer to watch it go in. The tip sank in and Rich was making wordless, sputtering sounds. It was painful for him, but this one would fight through. He'd endure the fucking out of an overblown sense of pride if nothing else. He wouldn't embarrass himself in front of us by backing out. In one slow movement Dean draped himself over Rich until his chest was on flat against the kids back. The movement drove his cock in deep, and he humped the last inch in while Rich let out more of those nonsense sounds that came from great pain and the start of pleasure that was burning bloody fire up to his bowels. Dean stayed like that for a few moments, pumping his shaft deep until he raised himself to a standing position. Again he slapped his hands down loud on the cheeks. He spread them so I could see the strained hole engulf his meat. Without any more ceremony he started to suddenly piston in and out of Rich. The air was filled with the sound of balls slapping against balls. The bio-hazard tattoo on Dean's ass animated as his ass clenched for each thrust. One of the negs opened a crate of beers. I took one and moved around Rich to see his face. Barry's cock was already there, smearing a trail of pre-cum on the clenched lips. "Suck it," he whispered. Rich opened his eyes and looked up, unsure. "You'll be getting your insides blasted with what may or may not be HIV positive cum, but you won't suck dick for a few minutes?" He opened his mouth, and Barry wasted no time in jamming his cock deep into Rich's mouth while holding Rich's head in place. Heavy gagging sounded through the room, but Barry went easy enough. We didn't know when last Rich had eaten. Now wasn't the time to find out. Dean was growling now. He sped up and slammed deep. He threw back his head and beads of sweat flew into the air. The matted hair on his chest shone with the wet of his skin while he fucked. His speed increased with the volume of his growling. The noise grew louder, and with one loud roar he drove his dick home and held it there. His face was screwed up while the orgasm rolled over him, and when it passed he opened his eyes and smiled lazily at me. He removed his dick and put three fingers into the fucked hole. He hooked them and pulled, causing the disc to spin, Barry's cock to pop out of Rich's mouth and the boy to yelp again at the sensation. While he spun Phil passed Dean a beer, which was cracked open and half-drained in a gulp. His deflating cock was slick with cum, remnants of lube and a few thin streaks of blood. Phil kissed his cousin on the mouth and winked as the disc stopped and the leaking hole pointed again to a neg who looked at the ass with burning desire. Phil took his place, walking to Rich with his cock aimed. He didn't stop walking until his pelvis was pressed against the ass and every inch had slid in without stopping. After his cousins much thicker cock he slid right in. Rich yelled out as he got impaled again, the sound cut off when Dead shoved his prick being shoved into Rich's wide-open mouth. Not surprisingly, Rich gagged at the taste of his own ass juices. "Yeah, you clean it all off." While his shaft was being cleaned, Dean leaned over and pinched both Phil's nipples hard. This illicited a throaty grunt from Phil, who slammed harder and faster into the hole. He then pulled out moved to let Barry get his dick wet again. He held Rich's head in place while he very slowly pushed in and pulled out, never removing more than half the shaft. "You havin' a good time, Hole?" Mouth full of dick, Rick nodded furiously. "Tell me you're having a good time." Who knows what the boy said then. It was lost in a mess of wet gurgling noises. "You want this man's cum?" Barry asked. Nodding head and gurgling noises. Saliva was pooling at the base of Barry's furry sack before dropping to the floor. Rich's face was red, and wet with sweat. His eyes were bloodshot from his gag reflex being tested. "Work for it. Fuck yourself against his dick." Rich did, with effort. The ropes allowed for limited movement, but that was Barry's game. He enjoyed watching these men struggle. Phil drove his cock home in three painful-looking thrusts and held himself there for a second as had Dean. Another load deposited. I heard a grunt behind me and turned to see the negs. One was on his knees blowing the other, but it was the third who'd made the noise. His cum lay in a trailing pool on the ground. Without the haze of his need to cum, his face turned from desire to disgust. He looked at the scene in the centre of the basement and covered his face before grabbing his things and leaving. Shame, I guess? I really wouldn't know anything about that. The two others stopped and looked towards the door that just slammed shut. I shrugged at them, but before I turned I saw an uncertainty there, a flash of guilt. This is really why I kept the negs around: they're hypocrites and they're not much company, but I enjoyed seeing the look of utter disgust in them, even as we do our best to corrupt them. Phil and Dean took a seat together on the battered couch I kept for between-fuck rests. Barry pulled his cock from the mouth and gripped a shoulder. He spun the boy then, positioning himself to be at the hole when it stopped. Any other day, Phil and Dean wouldn't have gone to the couch. Barry wouldn't have been so obvious in cheating, but then again there were only two of us left in the game, aside from the fuckhole. The others had realized something: if Rich had seen through the game, he didn't comment. We could be doing anything to this little fuck and he'd let us. Barry hooked a few fingers into the hole and slid them back out. He licked at the toxic cum that clung to him before reaching round and pushing the digits through the mouth. Rich sucked at the cum greedily, whimpering as he did. Barry's cock slid in with little trouble, and it started pummeling into the hole immediately. Barry grabbed Rich's hair and yanked his head so they were looking at each other. His hair-covered back heaved and was already shiny with a thin layer of sweat. Like Dean, he draped himself over the kid, bending forward until their faces were close. Instinctively, Rich opened his mouth for the kiss. Barry spat again on his face and battered the opening with the kind of fury and stamina that I've seen in no one else. Pozzing was his passion, and as such was more of a motivation to him than the actual orgasm - or so it seems such was what motivated him to keep his hips rutting. "Who has it?" Barry asked while he fucked. "Who has the virus? Do you have a guess?" Moaning in time with the thrusts, Rich just shook his head. Barry was fucking so hard I thought the stool would collapse, but it somehow held together. "It could be me, you know. These balls could be full of pure, sweet cum or they could be full of something toxic. What would you bet on?" The thrusting messed with his words. "I!...Don't!...Care!" Barry threw his head back and roared with laughter. I had to take my hand off my cock to keep from shooting. "You don't, do you? You fuckin' cumdump." Seeing that Barry was nearing the end, I moved to that sweet mouth which opened wide to accommodate me. It didn't take long. Barry still held Rich's head to the side and while I fucked his throat I looked at him looking up at me with those wet blood-shot eyes. He was a mess. Barry's final grunt turned into a guttural noise that drew out as he flooded the boy's hole. Not wanting to taint the deposits with my own neg cum, I slid my cock into the warm wet a few more times before firing rope after rope down Rich's throat. He gagged a few times before swallowing it down. I pulled out at the same time as Barry. While he went back to the mouth to get his cock cleaned off I walked to the crate and got another beer. The other negs had left, but there were two new small stains on my concrete floor. Idiots. We untied him and the others left. The job was done, and Rich held no interest for them now. "How are you feeling?" I asked. A dark look crossed his face. "I feel good...but I'm kinda scared to get tested now." I shook my head and took a swig of my beer. "You really shouldn't." He looked at me, surprised. "No?" "Nah, we're all clean. The poz guy was the one who left first." "Oh, wow," he said, and repeating himself with another 'oh,' he remarked with a smile "Well that's great!" He stayed the night. I couldn't let him leave, really. He lay with me in my bed upstairs while I fucked him through the night, keeping his ass open and the poz cum inside his ass. In the morning there was a big patch on the sheets from where the jizz had seeped from his ruined ass. It had been in there long enough, I thought. When he left, I immediately went online to one of my hookup sites. I found a promising-looking new guy and bookmarked his profile. I'd make contact after lunch. I slid the camera's memory card into the slot and started importing the video. I watched it then, flicking through to find what I wanted: a good picture of his face. I snapped the pic and pasted it into an ever-growing folder of similar pictures, faces of healthy men now converted because of me. My cock was rigid again. I reopened the browser and found the new guy's page. I smirked and started typing my message.
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Every Friday I work late. It's not so much to do with finishing paper work but more to do with being able to head straight to the nearby bath house. This has become almost routine and I find there's something psychologically relaxing about stripping down out of my crisp white shirt, suit jacket, tight trousers and tie into a sweaty jock strap after a tough week. I prep my jock strap for a full week beforehand, wearing it to the gym daily, scratching my sweaty balls, wiping my pits after a workout, soaking up those last few droplets of piss after using the urinal and mopping the spunk off my abs after taking care of my morning wood. By Friday my jock strap is rank, and I wear it under my suit, but only on each Friday. I fucking love the smell. It's even better when it happens to be a particularly warm Friday in the office, and my male co-workers can smell something they know is familiar but can't quite put their finger on it. That makes my dick twitch even more - and then I start to leak pre-cum. So last Friday I arrived at the bath house around 9ish. I stopped and made small talk with the 20 year old college lad at the door for a few minutes, purposely teasing him by re-adjusting my junk a couple of times. I noticed as he buzzed me in, that he had given me a discount on the entrance fee. Perhaps, because I'm a regular, or more likely because he's dying to ride my thick meat. Unfortunately staff aren't allowed to play with the customers, although I'm sure I can get around that one day. Until then I'll work it to my advantage. I proceeded to the locker I usually use, which is located in the middle of the changing room. If possible, I always use the same locker as it has a partial view of the communal showers, and a full view of all the other lockers and corridors leading to the play areas/private rooms. A few guys were in the locker room, and having arrived before me, they were in varying states of dress. I could hear one of the showers running, but whoever was using it was just out of sight. I had just opened my locker when I heard the shower stop. A moment or two later I saw a figure emerge around the corner. I took a discreet glance, trying to appear nonchalant, a technique I've practiced over time, knowing that if one gives the wrong guy a few extra seconds eye contact, he will likely follow one around all evening. Anyway, the guy who entered from the shower was only a kid, around 18-20 years old, 5' 8", short cropped brown hair, blue eyes, a smooth lean hairless body except for the treasure trail leading down into the towel that was wrapped around his waist. Fuck. My meat began to throb, and I almost shot a load right there and then into my jockstrap. I knew I needed to nail the fucker and load his ass. He walked over and opened his locker, which was just a few feet away from mine. This kid was hot, but I wasn't about to let him know just what effect he had on me. I was going to be in control, not him. I'm a believer in the adage treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen, so I simply stared straight ahead and started to get undressed. I felt his eyes bore into me, just as I knew my dick would bore into his hole that night. Then I decided I'd give him a show. I removed my suit jacket, taking that few extra seconds to hang it so he could appreciate my fitted white shirt, which was stretched tightly across the chest and biceps. I then loosened my tie and slowly slid it out from under the collar on one side, using a little force so that the other end of the tie, once free, whipped the bench below. In order to make him wait just that little bit longer, I undid each shirt button slowly, until I reached my shiny leather belt, which I uncoupled, and slowly proceeded to slide it out of the trouser loops, wrapping it around my fist in a coil before storing it away. Next came the unbuttoning of my trousers. I allowed just enough room for me to pull out my shirt, which came off and went into the locker. Then I took hold of the clasp of my zipper and slowly pulled it down. The slower I went the louder the sound was. By now I could tell the kid wasn't really doing anything with his locker. It was just an excuse for him to be there, for him to not-so-discreetly-watch as I stripped. My trousers fell down around my ankles. I turned and sat on the bench in order to remove them. I made out as though I was taking a brief rest, making sure to spread my legs apart, which meant my package was in a prominent position for him to view. I started to scratch my manhood through the jock and re-adjust myself again before I stood back up. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the kid was still staring. I flashed him another quick glance and he looked away, knowing he had been caught. Now that I had his attention, I moved on to the second part of my plan: I took seven XL condoms out of my bag and casually dropped them onto the bench, taking care to ensure they were in his clean line of sight. With that, I finished up with my locker, wrapped my towel around my waist, grabbed the seven rubbers, and turning to him, I gave him a look that said 'you'll do, follow me, boy'. I could see he was hard underneath his towel. It looked a good size, thick and juicy about 8" or so. I lead the way, climbing the stairs to the first floor, past various rooms, some of which were open, and contained one or two guys, and past other rooms that were locked. Eventually I found a decent sized room with a mattress. I stepped inside, and he followed like a puppy dog. After locking the door, I grabbed his towel, whipped it away from his body before removing my own. His cock was fully erect and dripping pre-cum. I grabbed a handful of his hair and forced him down. Without further instructions, he swallowed my 9.5" pulsating dick. The fucker was a talented sucker, lots of spit, especially when I forced him to deep throat. At one point I face fucked him with the back of his head against the wall so he couldn't pull away. His body started to squirm as he gagged on my meat and gasped for air. At that point I remembered that I was still holding the condoms in my hand, and that fucking his ass was the real purpose of the meet. I allowed him to come up for air. Spit and my pre-cum dripped from his chin. Without giving him time to weigh-in, I again took charge, and roughly threw him down onto the mattress, positioning his body so his ass in the air and his face was down. Doggystyle is a favourite position of mine. It's degrading and is how a cum dump should be fucked. I threw the rubbers onto the mattress, so they landed just in front of his face. The kid's hole got two mouthfuls of my spit. "Hand me a rubber, boy" I said. He chose one at random and passed it back. What the kid didn't know is that he had just chosen his own fate. Out of the seven condoms, I had previously opened four using a craft knife, and I cut the tips off completely and inserted them back into the wrappers, and then used glue to seal them back up. It was time to play condom roulette. If his fate was to remain negative then the condom would be intact. I tore open the wrapper….
