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@Bokkierob I am right there with you brother!

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I love getting my mouth fucked in this position. It’s easier to take a thick cock when he’s deep fucking my throat ruff. Thin I like best is his balls are slammed over my nose with each thrust. Fukkin heaven when he’s got real sweaty nuts.

Yeah, I love to push my Boy Drew’s head all the way down on my cock. When I’m about to shoot. I love to watch and hear him choke on my cock when I’m deep in his mouth and I’m pumping my sperm in his throat.

The night continues.......... I stagger back into the main bar area, the roar of music and chatter slamming into me like a second high. My ass throbs with a delicious ache, Jax's cum still leaking warmly down my inner thighs, soaking into the denim as I pull my jeans up fully. The sticky mess clings, a secret reminder of my surrender, making every step a teasing friction against my sensitive rim. My face flushes, body buzzing from the poppers and the illicit thrill, cock half-hard and twitching at the memory of that thick shaft splitting me open. I spot Jax at a high-top table near the edge of the dance floor, surrounded by three other guys—his crew, all rugged and built like him, laughing boisterously over pitchers of beer. They look like a pack of wolves, tattoos peeking from sleeves, easy grins that scream trouble. Jax sees me first, his eyes lighting up with predatory satisfaction. He waves me over, pulling out a stool with a foot. "There he is—my fresh convert," he says loud enough for his friends to hear, his German accent thickening with amusement. I slide onto the seat, thighs pressing together to hide the drip, but the way I wince draws chuckles from the group. Up close, they're all mid-30s, tanned from travel, with that backpacker vibe—faded shirts stretched over muscled chests, cargo shorts riding low on hips. One has a buzzcut and a scar on his lip; another sports a man-bun and piercings; the third is clean-shaven with a cocky smirk. All HIV positive, I had overheard Jax muttering earlier, on a medical break from treatments back home, turning their Canadian backpacking trip into a raw, uninhibited adventure. "This is the guy I was telling you about," Jax announces, slapping my back hard enough to jolt me forward. "Tight as fuck, took me like a champ in the hallway. You should see his hole now—gaping and greedy for more." The friends lean in, beers in hand, eyes raking over me with blatant interest. The buzzcut one, Lukas, grins wolfishly. "Jax's cum is potent stuff, ja? One load and you're hooked. Bet your ass is already craving round two—milking him dry like a pro bottom." I flush deeper, but the words send a fresh spurt of precum into my skimpy briefs, my rim clenching around the phantom fullness. Man-bun guy, Tomas, passes me a fresh beer, his fingers lingering on mine. "Heard you were negative before. Not anymore, eh? Jax breeds deep—turns safe boys into cumsluts. We'd all love a turn, but he's claiming you tonight." The clean-shaven one, Karl, laughs, raising his glass. "To conversions! Your bottom skills must be killer to handle that beast bare. Jax's loads are legendary—thick and sticky, sealing the deal every time." They toast, the lewd banter flowing as freely as the drinks, their flirting a constant press—hands brushing my arm, knees bumping mine under the table, comments laced with heat about how I'd look bent over for the group, Jax's seed marking me as off-limits at least for now. The whiskey and beer loosen me further, the group's energy pulling me in. Jax's arm drapes over my shoulders possessively, his breath hot on my neck. "Stay with me tonight? My hotel's a dump—shared room with these pigs. Yours got space?" I nod eagerly, the plan forming amid the haze: he'll crash at my spot for two nights, fucking me senseless after dark, while days blur into hangs with his crew—sightseeing, beers, whatever. They cheer the idea, Lukas winking. "Don't wear him out too much, Jax. Save some for brunch tomorrow—we'll see how well he walks after your potent cum works its magic." Hours slip by in a blur of shots and stories—tales of their German roots, wild nights across Europe, the freedom of their med break letting them fuck raw without a care. My ass twitches under the table, the cum shifting inside my, a constant tease. Finally, Jax hauls me up, kissing me rough in front of them. "Time to breed him proper," he growls, and they whoop as I stumble out into the night, his hand firm on my waist, guiding me to my nearby hotel. The door clicks shut behind me, the room's dim lamp casting shadows over the king bed and adjoining bathroom. Jax wastes no time, stripping us both with efficient yanks—my shirt over my head, jeans kicked off to reveal the cum-streaked thighs and my still-swollen hole, puffy and slick. His cargos hit the floor, cock springing free again, already rigid and leaking, the veins pulsing like they remember my grip. He grabs the poppers from his pocket, tossing my clothes aside. "Shower first—clean you up just to dirty you again." I follow him into the steamy confines, water cascading hot over our bodies as he soaps my back, fingers probing my crack. The once-bred ass and his potent cock awaken in the humid air, their voices a sultry echo in my mind, building on the hallway seduction with renewed hunger. MY ASS (my hole, still tender from the first load, a husky whisper rippling through my cheeks as water streams down, the rim fluttering under Jax's probing finger): You're back... I can feel you swelling already, that familiar heat pressing close. Your first cum's still deep in me, warm and sticky, changing everything. But I'm greedy now—bred once, wanting more of your potent gift. HIS COCK (Jax's shaft, bobbing under the spray, voice a deep rumble vibrating through the water, the head nudging my soapy cleft): Missed this mancunt. Look at you, loose from my load, begging for seconds. I'll fuck you clean in here, then fill you fuller. Poppers first—Jax is uncapping now. Snort deep; it'll make the water feel like lube, open you wide for my slide. Jax presses the bottle to my nose amid the steam; I inhale sharply, the rush hitting with the heat, muscles melting as he bends me forward against the tile. His cockhead catches my entrance, slick with soap and his precum, pushing in with a wet squelch. The stretch reignites the burn-pleasure, my walls yielding eagerly around his girth, the veins scraping fresh paths. MY ASS (yielding to the thrust, inner muscles clenching wetly, voice moaning under the water): Yes—breaching again, so thick in the steam. Guide me through it; how's this breed different, with your cum already coating me? HIS COCK (sinking deep, hips snapping forward to hilt me against the wall, tone commanding as water splashes): Deeper this time—mixing loads, making it stick. Feel me grind your spot? Each pump stirs my seed inside, prepping for the new flood. Poppers signal: huff as I ramp up; keeps you relaxed for the pound. He thrusts steadily, the shower amplifying the slaps of skin, my cock hardening against the cool tile as his balls smack my taint. Another hit of poppers loosens me further, turning the fuck into a slippery frenzy. My ass milks him, the dialogue fracturing into gasps. MY ASS (bouncing on the pistoning length, voice keening): Harder—stir it all! Your potency's building, swelling me. HIS COCK (throbbing near release, voice growling): Take the second load—blasting now, sealing you tighter! He erupts with a grunt, ropes of hot cum joining the first, overflowing to swirl down the drain. My cum untouched, spurting against the wall, body shuddering. Jax pulls out, the water rinsing the excess, but my hole stays full, throbbing. Toweled dry, I collapse onto the sheets, Jax pouncing like a predator. He flips me onto my stomach, knees spreading my cheeks to expose the bred pucker, now red and glistening from the shower load. Poppers bottle on the nightstand, ready. The voices return, intimate in the quiet room. MY ASS (face-down, cheeks parted, voice muffled into the pillow, rim winking): Twice bred, but not enough—your cock's calling me again. I'm yours now, converted and craving. HIS COCK (pressing the damp head to my entrance, voice a low purr as it dimples the ring): Good boy—feel how I'm leaking already? This load's for owning you through the night. Poppers: Jax is holding it—inhale slow, let it sink in with me. The vapors flood me, ass blooming as he mounts and drives in balls-deep, the dual loads squelching around his shaft. He fucks prone-bone style, weight pinning me, cock grinding deep with long, deliberate strokes. MY ASS (impaled and rocking, walls fluttering): So full—your veins mapping me again. Tell me how this breed cements it. HIS COCK (thrusting rhythmically, balls dragging my skin): Mixing everything, flooding your core. Poppers keep the pace—snort when I say, turns pain to pure need. Mid-fuck, another hit amplifies the ecstasy, his pace turning brutal, bed creaking. I claw the sheets, prostate hammered, as he floods me third—no, second for the bed, but the count blurs in bliss. MY ASS (spasming): Cum—breed me deeper! HIS COCK (erupting): Full again—my potent seed claiming every inch! He collapses atop me, cock plugging the load, both drifting into sated sleep. Sunlight filters through curtains as Jax stirs, his morning wood rigid against my thigh. I wake to his hand spreading me, the night's cum crusted but my hole slick and ready. Poppers nearby, the dialogue ignites with dawn's freshness. MY ASS (morning-swollen, voice sleepy but eager): Again? Your cock's insatiable—three times now, but I need this final breed to start the day. HIS COCK (rising hard, tip tracing my crack): Morning loads hit different—fresh and thick. Poppers wake-up call: huff it, open for my ride. I snort, body igniting as he rolls me to my side, leg hooked over his hip for a lazy spoon-fuck. He slides in easy, the built-up seed lubing the way, thrusting slow-building to urgent. MY ASS (grinding back, voice husky): Yes—stir the night in me. How's this one seal the two nights? HIS COCK (pumping steadily, hand stroking my cock): Last for now—flooding you full before brunch. Poppers for the finish: inhale, milk me dry. The rush peaks with his, cum jetting hot as I spurt over his fist, sealing the marathon. We meet Jax's friends at a sunny café, legs shaky but ass humming with three loads. They smirk knowingly, Lukas sliding me a mimosa. "Looking bred, ja? Jax's potent cum got you glowing." Tomas winks. "Bottom skills on point—walk us through the night?" Jax laughs, arm around me, as banter flows, plans for the day ahead in their flirty pack.

I have tasted it a few times and especially like my precum. It tastes sweeter, if I've eaten more fruit, but otherwise the same. Love to add some cream to my snacks sometimes.

I love this pic, eventhough my hole could use some stretching... maybe a reason for a second pic in the future

First time I tasted my cum was with my first girl friend who sucked me off. After I did cum in her mouth I brought her up to my face looked her in her eyes and kissed her open mouth. And my tongue in her mouth. I tasted my cum in her mouth and I liked it. I should have known them I was going to be a cock sucker someday. The next time I jerked off I came in my hand and licked it up. Swallowed it all

Yes.....there is a lot more to the entire conversion process. I am in the process of writing other chapters - the entire weekend where not only Jax but his other friends used me behind his back. I am also in the process of writing multiple chapters of my first and only relationship of 8 years. This one will be erotic but also a bit emotional. I hope guys enjoy my work.

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It took me awhile to develop my own cum eating desire so that my cumming or not isn't a factor.

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I usually don't like the taste of cum after I cum.

wonderful story

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i usually have some cum frozen...some mine, some not mine...just in case i get the craving for the taste. Most times, i'll use a lube shooter and push some into my asscunt, before i push it out and swallow it. Then sometimes, i might mix it in with a fresh glass of piss...sometimes mine, sometimes not mine...but no matter how it's prepared, or who's it is, i LOVE the taste!!!

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Two bedroom private attic apartment with private bath in Edison New Jersey available for rent. 2 miles from Rutgers University and a 30 minute drive to New York City. Several miles from two train stations and close to the bus line to New York City. Utilities included, laundry in the house and shared kitchen available. $2000 per month plus a one month security before moving in.

Uh huh. Sure. Another "whatifism"

I always douche my ass before I leave the house and did so yesterday as I was driving to Lodi, New Jersey and quickly pulled into a temporary trucks only rest area in my car, hoping to take a few loads. I pulled in front of a big 18 wheeler, parked on the exit road on the side and proceeded to tap on my brakes and he started to flash his lights so I quickly got out of my car open my trunk lowered my sweatpants and spread my ass cheeks and once I turned around. He opened the passenger side door for me, and I jumped in and he quickly fucked my face with his big dick in his back area of the truck sleeping cab. I did not want his load in my mouth. I wanted it in my ass so then I quickly flipped and spread my ass cheeks and he stuck his dick in my asshole and after four or five pumps, unloaded a huge load. I was happy that it was deposited there and not in my throat. I was able to drive to Lodi, New Jersey with a cream pie of Gucci Trucker load for the next several hours there and back. What an amazing feeling knowing that I am a cum dump willing to take any anonymous loads on my way to a business meeting.

I have not tasted any cum yet I did not like. I like the taste and the texture. Also I can get an after taste an hour or two later. I will say though I prefer cum in my ass.

discovering myself and sexuality as I masturbated in my younger years, I tasted my jism and enjoyed it. I was swallowing my cum instead of wiping it into a tissue or sock. Wondering what other guys juices tasted as sweet & salty as mine. So at an early age, becoming a cocksucker was my future.

Absolutely one of the best stories here. Also has left us with lots of possibilities for spin offs of this story. It's just awesome. We have the 2 new guys to be hired and also the guy that already has worked there a long time that is on prep. I think it's just a matter of time before he decides to stop the prep and get knock up himself. He should let Buck do him too.