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I went to the Crew Club in DC yesterday 7/12/2025 to play with some dildos and get fucked in preparation for a trip to Dallas. Got fucked 3 times and took 4 loads (this first guy came twice). This brings me up to the grand total of 26 fucks and 18 loads for the year (the only other fuck session so far this year being Dallas Cumunion on Feb 21st).

Waking up in the morning and my bedroom is filled with that scent.

Continued... After loosing my inhibitions, taking out my rage and tantrum-fucking my brother Adam during what I later learned was a live streaming sex-on-demand web streaming channel; my life started a spiral of catastrophic proportions. My supposedly ‘straight’ friends Brad and Jim had apparently been fucking on the downlow for some time and keeping their friends surprisingly in the dark. After being ripped apart by Burt and his biker friends I had a chance meeting with Jim who I pulled aside and blurted WTF? He looked me in the eyes and said we have been friends on a different level for months. He went on to say it was fucked up when people do not know the impact of the drugs they are slinging which left me speechless. Adam and I were not speaking, just communicating by my glares and him ignoring me which made me even madder. The parents realized something was up but had not yet spoken to me about it which was the single silver lining. I was ashamed and appalled that I had stuck my dick in a male asshole doubly so because of the incest embarrassment factor. I was in shock that I had been raped in turn. It took days for my stool to not have blood threads in the toilet. I could not report a sexual assault because I maybe started the whole thing and reporting would bring up the drugs and connect to Burt. After the biker gang rape there was no way I was going to point trouble towards those guys. I was truly in a hole that I had dug for myself. I was ashamed and could not sleep. As my tattered anal fissure got better and my poop returned to normal, I found myself waking after a wet dream and often remembering the awesome orgasms that had shook my whole body as seemingly everyone had their way with me. My Ex Girlfriend was away on her summer internship and I eventually found myself wanking off at least twice a day. I was stressed before, now my life was a wreck. I was distracted, couldn’t focus, couldn’t eat, sleep, and did not dare party. I had forotten Burt's cautions about getting tested and... -Then things got worse. I came down with a summer cold, I had never felt this miserable in my life! I was moping around for a day, then found an envelope on my desk. It was from Adam: Bro, I know you are feeling bad, you should get checked out at the clinic listed below rather than going to our family plan Doc. It had the address and phone number. When I called, I found walk-ins were the following day 10:00 AM to 3:00 PM. Adams note said to ask for a full STI workup. I did not sleep a wink that night. I was at the clinic the following morning as they opened., when it was my turn I was mute and uncommunicative. The receptionist asked if my name was Richard? I was dying of embarrassment but nodded yes. I was handed a clipboard and told to fill it out. The receptionist said testing and screenings are free. It took me a long time to go over the form. Some questions I could not bring myself to answer. After a short wait, a male nurse called my name and I got up. I was led to a cubbyhole where my vitals were taken. The RN explained the labs that were going to occur, pricked my finger with a rapid test kit and gave me instructions walking me trough the wooden stick throat swab, the urine sample cup, and then as I was flushing a deep embarrassed shade of red, he explained how to use the anal swab, break the haft, and seal it in the test tube. Normally we would just swab your cheek, but I was advised a full workup should be done. This finger stick is one test, but we will draw some blood for the tests that take a little longer. I was in an agitated funk as I went to the toilet to do the samples. This was a single story office park, my manic side saw no alternatives to completing the labs, no future expectation on what the future would bring except darkness. After I was done, the RN said wait here, the Doctor needs to do a quick exam, but it will be a bit. After an hour, then two my stomach started grumbling. I had not eaten breakfast and here we were at the lunch hour which was drawing things out more. Finally, A man in a lab coat introduced himself with an unpronounceable name was led into the next room where I was told he needed to do an exam, please drop your trousers and shorts which I did as he gloved up. He lifted and examined my cut cock, looked at my sack, felt my testicles and did the cough test. Then he said turn around and bend over. He spread my cheeks and examined my shitter. His lubed finger went exploring and I flinched and yelped. He pulled out and told me I could get dressed now. He told me I had an anal fissure but it seemed to not be severe. He then said that this clinic can do some rapid tests rapid tests but other testing took longer. He then said when was your last sexual activity? And I stammered out the previous month. “You left a lot of questions unanswered on your forms”, have your recent sexual partners been a single person? I shook my head no, eyes downcast. "Did you know the status of any of these partners (before or after)"? I nodded yes, tears again coming. “Were any of your partners anonymous”? I nodded yes. Can you give me the number of sexual partners you have had in the last three months? Again I shook my head no, eyes averted. Were any of the encounters non-consensual or forced? I glared at him and he added, “would you like to make a report of sexual assault'”? My expression must have changed to pleading as I realized I was cringing and again weeping. You have no reason to fear – the laws are there to protect against predators taking advantage. No? He handed me a tissue box. I can tell you now that the rapid test came back positive for HIV but the full lab results on other STI’s take longer. Rapid Chlamydia tests exist but since we are running a full panel, it is more reliable to wait a little longer. We will need you back in the morning three days from now. Had you come in within a 72 Hour timeframe we could have done a Post Exposure Prophylaxis (PEP for short). The rapid HIV test is reliable but not infallible and only indicates a detection of HIV antibodies. When you return, we should have all your results. Treatments are dictated by knowing specifically what we are dealing with. You did not mark it on the form, have you had your MPOX vaccine and booster within the last year? I nodded yes. We will discuss treatment options at that time but until then but please refrain from sexual contact until you return 3 days from now. Let me stress that if you do not return, I will be required to inform the County Health Department by law. Please nod if you understand. We will also give you some crème for your rectum and schedule a follow up visit for the fissure when we see you in 3 Days. For the flue-like symptoms, it was best to initially use over the counter medications until we know what we are dealing with. It was like he was talking though a blanket, everything was muffled. I left in a daze after he handed me a small tube of something. An instruction label was stuck to the tube. When I got home, I went into the back of the Parents liquor cabinet, grabbed a Rum Bottle, went to the fridge a grabbed a 2 liter coke and picked up a glass. When I got back to my room, I thought what I really needed was some weed but cringed again as I remembered what happened the last time I satisfied my smoking needs. If I had trouble sleeping the night before, I was going to have to apply some external force to get some rest tonight. I drifted into a drunken state just short of pass out drunk. At some point, I was wriggling through a maze of pain and pleasure and then my Mom was calling my name and I realized it was real, the other had been a nightmare. I opened my eyes and woke to a splitting headache and puked on my pillows. “Get yourself cleaned up young man, then we’ll talk about the liquor”. I mumbled a prayer of just kill me now and staggered to the bathroom. After I had showered and taken some aspirin, Mom pointed out as she was taking my temperature that I pulled these types of stunts at College my Scholarship would be pulled for sure. Hah, you look terrible and you are running a temperature so get your stuff, we are going to the Doctor. Startled, I went into high gear response mode and assured her it was just a summer cold or the flu and I convinced her to just let me use some Theraflu and go back to bed then trailed off….. remembering. Mom said I changed your bedlinens this time but you are not a little boy anymore don’t expect a repeat, and we won’t mention the Rum to your Dad OK? I was woozy, felt like shit, and dozed off to disturbing dreams. Back at the Doctors office the next day, another Nurse took an additional blood draw. When I saw the Doctor he said some news is good. These days we do screen for MPOX along with other STI’s. Your MPOX results are unsurprisingly negative it would have likely visually presented considering the timeframes we are talking about, There was no indication of warts and no positive results for your HPV test. Your Hepatitis tests are negative, as are the Chlamydia test. The visual and tactile inspection cannot show a lot, but I expected a negative Gonorrhea test since you had no discharge or pain with urination but those side effects do not always present. You are positive for Syphilis and we will give you some anti-biotics. From your previous reluctance in answering questions, I assume you do not want the prescription on your family health plan but I really do need for your to verify if you have any allergies especially to anti-biotics. I understand that an inquiry to your regular health care provider would cause more problems than it would solve. Be honest. Not allergic? Fine, I’ll write a script. Now for the monster in the room. HIV is not the death sentence it used to be. People live a long and productive life with the disease. There are promising accomplishments on Vaccines which would not matter in this case, as well as progress on treatments and cures. Your heavy Seroconversion symptoms implied what the labs have confirmed. These flu-like symptoms are your body as it is confronted by rapid replication of the Virus. Your CD4 count and other indications indicate repeated Heavy Viral Loads or huge batches of HVL loads of the Virus. Are you sure you do not want to self report? No? I have to ask you again, have you any thoughts of self-harm or thoughts of wishing to go to sleep and not wake up? No? Well, I have referrals to counselling, if necessary, I truly want you to be honest with me -always. Your Viral Loads show a lot of replications between your noted dates of sexual encounter and your first lab draw. I’ll expect you back this time next week for another draw. In The meantime, I have a script for ART Retroviral based on No Hepatitis indicated. HPV can take a long time to present so I know you indicated HPV Vaccine, but please bring your vaccination card / list on your next visit. You mentioned you were starting College so this medical Vaccination record is a perfectly natural thing to ask your family doctor for. I know this is a lot, but the items to remember and consider will be on your discharge paperwork. Despite the heavy overwhelming pile of catastrophic events that had been dumped on me I had the foresight to ask the Doctor if they could avoid sending the bill to my address. He told me not to worry, it has been taken care of and by the way, I’m a real fan….Stat statement went right over my head. In the Doctors building forecourt I was sitting on a bench eyes still watery from having cried myself out. Clutching the discharge notes and lab results when my brother Adam approached me. ‘Good News or Bad News’? I shook the paper at him and told 'the family favorite’ "I hate you"! He said let me see the results and I handed him the printout. He handed me an envelope and said, how about a trade? When my expression said I did not understand, he continued. "I’ll add your results to the end title credits; referring to the envelope - these are your royalties to date. Your Pozzing Conversion Videos are a hit dear Brother! I’ve never seen anyone sob like that". He handed me the ART Prescription back. These are expensive, let’s talk later….. When I got home, I headed for the liquor cabinet. Locked! I changed and went over to Jim’s house who was thankfully in. I begged him for a smoke saying he owed me. Really! Brad and I kept our friends with benefits relations in the closet for a long time. We were happy together! Brad and I have gone on a pharmaceutical break after seeing what it did to you and what your shit did to us and the near disaster it caused. He handed me a DVD. Your kid brother Adam told us he would not do a rape outcry if he could use the footage. The only reasons our faces are blurred is because we did not give permission to use our identities. I hope you are happy with your début! I had not caught up yet – I stammered ‘footage’? He said watch the footage and slammed the door. I wandered home and powered up my laptop. I dropped the DVD in the drive and quickly hit pause because the sound was at the normal setting of LOUD. With my gaming headset plugged in, I directed audio to the headset and hit play…… It started with a nasty stream of my brother laughing and gasping as he shoved a large toy up his ass. And then three doped up wild-eyed punks named Richard, Jim and Brad burst in with a WTF and an interracial gang bang started. I puked on my gaming keyboard! No! No! No! this isn’t happening! I Grabbed a towel and pressed it on the gaming kbd and disconnected it from the docking block. Finished cleaning my mouth in the bathroom brushed my teeth, gargled, returned to my room, dropped the keyboard and towel in the trash and hit the spacebar to continue the video. My sexual assault on my brother had me trembling. Adam's and Jim's assault turnaround on my ass left me numb, and the huge black cock of Brad – I thought I was having a seizure. The video framing was perfect as my engorged cock blew a facial that arced up into my eyes and hair as I was panting, sobbing and screaming. As he was slamming his tool in an out, Adams and Jim's cumloads where being pressure sprayed back onto the ebony groin of Brad and I looked passed out in the video. The video transition to a view of my ass seeping a stream of spooge into the covers pulled back to show my jock body, my engorged cock, and the torsos and thighs of Burt’s Bikers as my legs were grabbed and I was pulled onto the huge pierced tool of Burt wearing only Boots and Chaps. My screams and sobs were only stopped by what appeared to be a transition to an unconscious state as I took 18 more loads. As the video stopped and I removed the headset, I heard an ahem and turned to find my brother Adam. “Hot wasn’t it” I attacked and Adam did not bother with any heavy martial arts except a judo throw which left me upside down in the hallway. “I know it’s a shock bro but honestly – you cannot say you are not Horney right now. Seroconversion flu can do that you know”. I paused and realized my cock was maybe as hard as it had ever been poking out of my boxers. I passed out…. When I woke, my dick was soft and back in my boxers. My back and shoulder were sore. My dock keyboard was back on my desk free of stomach contents and smelling of Isopropyl Alcohol. There was a note, Bro – I cleaned off and used the leaf blower on your keyboard – your puke was industrial grade for such a delicate flower. Let it sit for another day before plugging it in. I was not feeling like I was on my deathbed anymore, with no drugs or alcohol I was feeling a need to workout and at lest get some of those natural endorphins. I was not up for a run or lifting so I through a bike ride might just work. I took a dump, put on bikeshorts and checked my bike’s tires airpressure. I rode out of the subdivision over to the old train track bed that had been turned into a running and bike trail. Of course I had a lot on my mind, but soon I realized I had not brought my water bottle. I continued on to the public toilets and drank from the county park water spigot. I heard grunting from the stalls and fled. I continued my ride to the end of the trail and turned back. My extra effort in gears higher than I normally used had me panting and in a happily tired delirious state. Surely the grunting trolls were gone by now, I stopped again for a drink and a pee. An old guy and another person my age came in while I was drinking/peeing/drinking. The guy who was my age got on his knees and started sucking the old guy. My guts turned to water and I fled to the middle stall... The older and younger guy went on for a bit then got in the two outboard stalls. I was about to bolt and escape since I noticed there were holes in the stall walls and my erection would be apparent to any observer. I leaned over and I saw the younger guy was on my left. Oblivious to traditional signals, he followed his two fingers rubbing on the glory hole with a ‘let me suck you’ whisper. I nervously considered - then stuck my hard on through – I was about to burst. I was fully expecting to have my thing bitten or chopped off like most any GH newbies have feared. Instead, my cock was engulfed by the velvet throat of what I was now thinking of as the ‘twink’, not realizing if he was a twink, what did that make me? He brought me close but as I was making obvious sounds and leaking a steady stream of pre, he eased off and I heard behind me ‘let me eat your ass’. I was frustrated at not reaching completion, but I had never felt this horny before. I bent over and presented my ass to the hole with the troll. I had nothing to compare it to, but I felt blissful as he rimmed my healing hole with a tongue that could only be described as energetically talented. At the same time, the twink slid his 7” uncut cock through and I met it with my lips in a daze. I licked the tip, the side, and then slid my tongue under the foreskin catching the pungent taste of foul cheese. I gagged, swallowed but continued down this evil path. My frame was tall, the stalls were small as I was filling the entire stall cross-space. I felt the tongue in my ass withdraw and be replaced by something bigger. Something in my minds background said 'again'? However my lips and throat were locked on the twink and my no longer virgin hole was reopening for its new lifestyle with bursts of pain and pleasure. Since the troll had entered with only sweat and spit, it was easy to feel the wet change as his precum and then volleys of cum painted my insides. The hum of my groans brought the twink to orgasm and my throat was painted with salty cum which at first made me gag, but then had me suckling for more. Spin around and clean my cock said the troll. I did so and I tasted blood, cum, ass and whatever else. I started vacuuming his cock like an auto detailer looking for a good tip. Meanwhile the twink has grabbed my hole and led my ass back to his access slot in the wall. His cock was like mine, ready for round II and started jackhammering into my guts like his life depended on it. My body – possessed by something else with a horniness I had never felt with a girl went on overdrive. I painted a load on the trolls partition wall as I continued sucking his dick so hard he was protesting! My assgasm took the twink into his end-game blasting more cum into my ass. He stayed in my chute slowly pushing in and out as he went semi-hard. Then, I felt a new wet sensation that burned. Take my ChemPiss you slut. The burn against my newly opened anal wounds took me back and connected me to Burt’s ‘bump’. As my intruders zipped and left, the troll said thanks Hollywood! See ya in the funny papers….You’re a star! After I collected myself and used some toilet paper to tampax my sloppy hole, I left the toilets to discover my bike seat had been stolen. It was a choice of walking home, a true leg burn ride, or impaling myself Hara-Kiri style on my seat brace. I opted for the burn and leaked all the way home – the wet spots on my bikeshorts was obvious. ….To be continued…..

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