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Chapter 14 *Chad fucks me one more time* I then noticed a figure standing right in from of me. It was the 'Silent Stranger'. He was now fully erecT, and now had a thick rope of precum dangling from his Monster-Dick. Fuck, I wanted to hold and stroke that huge fucker. I reached out to touch, and he stood back. NO! Everything would be on this stranger's terms. When he knew I realised I wasn't allowed to touch him he stood forward again, this time stepping on my hands to remove any temptation to touch. The precum that was dangling grew longer and longer, and closer to my face. As Chad continued to slowly fuck me I held out my tongue in the HOPE I could catch some of this intoxicating powerful stud's precum. Then it fell onto my tongue which I pulled in, swirling it around my mouth. It tasted exceptionally bitter. It made me wince. But, it was his, so, I LOVED it. I looked up at him to see another rope of precum dangling, only this time it was thicker than last time. My tongue instinctively poked out to catch it for when it did fall. I looked at his huge chest with those big, bright brown and green with red specks Scorpion tattoos, which he had one off each on each pec. Was I going into another G hallucination; They both began to dance 🦂🦂 on his chest which I was seeing in 3D. They would flick their tails which would see their venom squirt out and rain down on me, hitting me on my back. My back was stinging. I began to hyperventilate, and shudder as the scorpions danced faster, their tails flick more frequently, with the shower of venom raining down heavier, with the stinging on my back intensifying. The thick rope of precum had grown thicker, but had only come down a few more inches to now about 3 inches above my tongue. Chad leaned in to my ear and whispered; - I can feel my virus replicating inside you already at a very fasT rate. ☣️☣️☣️ As he said that the 'Silent Stranger's' thick rope of precum suddenly dropped into my mouth. FUCK, it was even more bitter than last time. I now retched as I tried to swallow it, which I only just managed. He stood off my hands, and against the wall again, where his Monster cunT wrecker died down, and he was back in observation mode. My shoulders were tugged on to motion me to go from kneeling on all fours, to being in a kneeling upright position. When I got into this position Chad wrapped his arms around my chest (underneath my arms and each of his hands resting on opposite shoulders). We rocked in unison with his deadly Dick impaled deep inside of me, just like I did with my Gono-stud earlier. Now it was his turn to get off on nasTy talk. As he did, and in-between my responses, and with my responses I continually breathed heavily, moaned, and shook, with my eyes shut and mouth wide open in my lost AIDS abandonment; - You want my cum heavily loaded with the HIV virus sprayed inside your cunT, you nasTy PiG? - Oh m..my ... g... god ... Fuck ... Ye ... Yeah.- You sure you want it PiG, because I have a rare aggressive strain. You'll go on to develop AIDS MUCH quicker than mosT! Do you fucking want it, you fucking nasTy WHORE? - Oh sh ... shi ... shit ... Oh ... fu ... fuck ... SUDDENLY, I got my firsT Hard-On of the night. No one had touched my poinTless Dick all evening, yet, Chad just did with what he just uttered. - Ye .. YES ... Sq ... Squi ... Squirt your agg ... aggre ... aggressive p☣️z-seed in m... ME!! - Just as well you want it, because I already gave you a load of my super-CHARGED t☢️xic cum in the sling back there ... ☢️☣️☢️ - Gi .. Giv ... Give m ... me ... Mo ... MORE!! My NEG Dick started to leak heavily with precum. - Guess what PiG. - Wh ... wha ... What? - Before ALL of us gang-fucked you, you got two broTherhood shoTs. One of those shoTs contained MY blood. That's right, my aggressive strain of HIV is already circulating in your system, and replicating very fasT. As I hold you I can feel it multiplying. My DNA is taking control of your DNA, until they become one. Well that was all I needed to hear, and with that I shoT what would be my lasT NEG load right across the stage, with our worked up audience cheering me on. As I came my cunT then naturally began to massage Chad's aching deaTh-meaT. His arms wrapped around me squeezing my young plump flesh tighter, with his breathing becoming heavy and shallow. I could literally feel him swell up inside of me. I knew he was getting very close to nutting in me for a second time. - When I begin to cum, I wanT you to oink like the fucking nasTy pig that you are. And then ... grunT 💦 grunT 💦 grunT 💦 He began to rhythmically grunT in synergy with each pulsation of his deadly Dick as his perineal muscles propelled his super-CHARGED ☢️☢️☢️ deaTh-seed into my VERY willing cunT! I began to oink, and I was so lost in this magical AIDS momenT that I began to oink frantically, louder and louder ... grunT 💦grunT 💦 grunT 💦 Oink 🐽 Oink 🐽 Oink 🐽 Oink ... 🐖 He took his last grunT, and fell on top of me, as until we both fell in a nasTy p☣️z-PiG heap ... SpenT! It was now already 5.30am, with just half an hour to go until the end of the parTy. And, it had to end promptly, as the After-parTy would be starting at 7.30am. I didn't even know this was taking place. Once Chad left the stage, I picked up my unfinished glass of t☢️xic-fuck-juice, and slowly slurped on it through the straw as I danced for my audience for the last half hour. Well, I fully intended to dance for an hour, and so I should. I just didn't realise there was going to be one very interesting very long interlude. 🐷

Chapter 13; *ThirsTy for MORE 'G' & Cum* I had now been gang-fucked for nearly 5 hours, and my battered, beaten and bloodied cunT had taken well over 80 HIV+ infecTed loads of cum. And now I was addicTed, because, I wanTed, and NEEDED more of the t☢️xic filTh pumped deep into my guts. After the last guy blasTed his load another went to enter me, but Todd interjected by stepping in, and plugged up my cunT. He unrestrained me; - Get up you nasTy PiG! I hauled myself out of the sling, and I could not hold myself up, my legs were complete jelly. I went to collapse in a heap, but Ian broke my fall. He was holding me from the front of my body, but Todd told him to move around so he was holding me from behind. My Gono-stud who took my virginity, and gave me my first p☣️z load came to the front of me, and started rubbing my distended belly. He continued his rubbing throughout as he spoke, also chuckling in a perverse manner; - Well well well, look at you. Looks like we've made you pregnant. In more ways than one! How does it feel PiG to now be infecTed with; Gonnorhoea, HIV, Hep C, and Syphilis? Fuck YEAH, what a nasTy whore with a beautiful round belly full of lots of new DNA, replicating inside of you, molding you into the perfecT PiG! I whimpered, going into desperate BEGGING mode, which made Todd 's inner deviant become aroused; - I NEED more cum, Sir. - I see. Well, I think your cunT does need a rest. I can arrange for you to take more cum orally, but, it will be a HUGE amounT I would expect you to drink. - I NEED more cum, Sir. - Right, take him back to the stage will you Ian, and lay him on his back, so his legs are dangling off of the edge. - Sure thing Todd buddy. My Gono-stud fetched a large glass from the bar, came to me where I now lay on the stage, made me put my legs in the air and hold my thighs, pulled me right to the edge, unplugged my majorly swollen cunT lips, placed the large glass underneath them, then; - So here comes about 80 HIV+ infecTed loads coming out of your ASS ... Oh yeah, push out that cunT ... Oh YEAH, let that sperm out of there ... There you go, drizzle it out you fucking nasTy whore ... look at you FUCK ... Oh FUCK ... Oh you fucking nasTy whore ... Yeah push it out some more, c'mon ... YEAH that fucking t☢️xic sperm is DEEP in there PiG ... I can see a little cherry in there too, so fucking raw from taking 99 poz Dicks ... The more I kept pushing not only was my poz-cunT drizzling out a HUGE amounT of toxic cum into the large glass 😈 I was also beginning to push out a bit of a rosebud, and I hadn't even taken a fisT ... Yet! - ... YEAH you nasTy fucking whore, it's still coming out, OH FUUUUCK ... keep going-keep going-keep going, push it out ... OH Fuck PiG you are nasTy ... Oh YEAH show us that Rosebud ... FUCK YEAH c'mon ... Look at your fucking cunT it's all fucking swollen ... Show us your cunT, it's still coming out ... You like being a little p☣️z-sluT don't you PiG ... You got MUCH more cum drizzling out now, keep going-keep going ... YEAH push out that cunT you nasTy fucking WHORE! Having made me push out a load of p☣️z cum from my cunT, my Gono-stud made me sit up right where two drinks that the bar-man had brought over were ready for me. The firsT one (cola) went down. Yep, that was the salty tasTe of G alright. And then the obligatory cola chaser. The bar-man had also brought a straw for the large glass of cum. I was now made to get on all fours with my body parallel to the audience. Several guys had gone home, but, the parTy was far from over just yet! My Gono-stud placed the full glass of t☢️xic cum from my cunT under my nose; - You wanted more cum, then here it is. Drink up you nasTy p☣️z-PiG! I took a few hard sucks on the straw, and felt the t☢️xic slime ooze down my throat. It tasted so fucking delicious! From the corner of my eye I again saw standing against the wall, the 'Silent Stranger', back to having a flaccid Dick, albeit a cunT wrecking Monster, which I was now absolutely gagging for it to do just that, wreck my cunT. A very emaciaTed, jaundiced, and gaunt figure got up on the stage and climbed in between my legs. It was Chad. He was not done with me yet. I had already had his potenT DNA injecTed into my system, and also whilst in the sling he gave me his death-seed up my cunT. Frail, yet STILL very much a horny sTud! He took a scalpel from his dollar sock and made two deep incisions in his index and middle fingers, and in my cunT they went ... BLEEDING! As I continued to suck up the t☢️xic cum from my glass of stud-juice Chad began to work his bleeding fingers into my bleeding cunT. He located my prostaTe, and with his expert hands worked over my G spot until I was screaming the place down BEGGING him to fuck me. The stage was soon surrounded with sTuds wanking off as they watched the latest action. He placed the Glans of his deadly Dick on my swollen cunT lips, grabbed hold of my hips, and slid in deep, fucking me slowly. 💀👦

TWF CHAPTER 4 A scream echoed in the room, as Dr. Death rammed his hard dripping cock deep into Scum’s tight ass. Instantly, he began thrusting in and out of his hole. Reaper was standing beside him, slowly stroking his cock. “Infect that bastards hole” Scum’s partner yelled. I watched the ref walk over to Scum’s partner and turn him, then undo his black shorts allowing his cock to flop out. It was one of those uncut cocks that was narrow at the head and then got wider as it got closer to his crotch. The ref pushed him over and the spit on his hand and rubbed it on his hole. He pulled the foreskin back and slid up his ass. “Looks like the ref wants in on the poz action” the announcer said. I was bent over, resting my elbows on the wooden rail as the unknown cock thrust in and out of my hole. I was enjoying the show and the fuck. “Your hole should be down there in the ring” the unknown man fuckin me said. I just nodded. Dr. Death had pulled out, flipped Scum over and quickly moved so that his ass was over Scum’s face and his hands were holding his ankles. pulling his legs back and open as Reaper dropped to his knees as Scum’s ass. Reaper didn’t waste any time slamming his cock deep in Scum’s hole and fucking him hard. Dr. Death’s was now squatting his ass over Scum’s face, rubbing his crack up and down it. “Eat my musky ass and tongue my hole” he demanded. Scum’s partner was bent over, one hand holding a rope as the ref held his hips and fucked him raw. “If those fuckers don’t infect you, you fucking bastard, I will find someone who will” “Sounds like your partner ain’t taking your shit anymore Scum” Dr. Death yelled. My cock was dripping more and more as I watched the men tag them Scum’s hole. The crowd was loving that Scum was getting what he deserved. “Our toxic loads will burn the virus into you” Reaper said. “Viral loads are off the charts” Dr. Death added. The ref had reached up and jammed two fingers into each side of Scum’s partner’s mouth and was stretching it open as he pulled the man head band body back towards him. Dr. Death had jumped up and switched places with Reaper. Scum just held his legs in the air and waited for Dr. Death to ram back into his hole. “He looks as though he has surrounded to his fate” Dan said laughing. Reaper squatted over Scum’s mouth, until his hole was right over it. “Suck it, suck my hole, suck the fucking diseased loads out of my hole” Reaper demanded. My cock throbbed hearing the sucking noises coming from the ring over the PA. It was so fucking hot the even the cock in my hole thickened. Hearing Scum suck out the loads up Reaper’s ass, was sending the man fucking me over the edge. He grabbed my hair with both hands, holding me tight while still ramming his cock in and out of his hole. His balls were still banging against my ass. The ref was fucking Scum’s partner harder and faster. “You want me to breed your hole with my strain” he asked. “Fuck yeah” The ref fucked him harder and faster, until he slammed his cock balls deep into him and injected him with his poz load. Scum was still getting fucked by Dr. Death, who was lightly back handing Scum’s tiny dick and nut sac between his thrusts into his hole. Scum had not let up on sucking Reaper’s hole. “What do you want Scum” Dr. Death asked. Before he could answer, the crowd yelled: “He want’s your AIDS” Dr. Death grabbed Scum’s ankles and began to thrust harder and harder. Until he slammed in and stayed in. “Injecting my AIDS deep into your hole” Dr. Death yelled Reaper stood up and moved to replace Dr. Death at Scum’s hole. He flipped him over onto his stomach and laid down on him, forcing his cock into Scum’s hole and ramming in deep. Scum’s partner had pulled off the ref’s cock and was on his knees sucking it clean, moaning loudly. Dr Death walked over, pulling Scum’s partner off the ref cock and ramming his into his mouth. “Clean his mess” he demanded. Reaper had laid down on top of Scum, thrusting his ass up and down into the air as he worked his cock in and out of his hole. He had put Scum into a sleeper hold and you could see Scum’s body relaxing as he was slowly lost consciousness. Reaper didn’t let up on fucking Scum’s hole as Scum laid there motionless. The man up my hole, thrusted in and exploded inside of me, coating my inside with his toxic load, mixing it with the others that were up there. I was watching Reaper’s ass muscle clinch and release as he pumped in and out of Scum’s hole. Scum was slowly opening his ass as he woke up, you could still see the terror in his eyes as he realized he was in no position to get away for his nightmare. The man up my hole had pulled out and was quickly replaced by another, who started pumping quickly as if he was so close to getting off he was ready to release into a hole. He was jack rabbiting my hole. “Ready for your second toxic seed, Scum?” Reaper asked. Scum lay there silently as if he was contemplating whether to fight or give in. Reaper was now thrusting hard and fast, causing Scum to grunt over and over. I was hypnotized by Reaper’s muscular ass, that i didn’t realize that the man in my own hole had slammed in hard, emptied his balls and had pulled out, only to be replaced by another cock. Reaper had moved so that his hands were on Scum’s shoulder blades, pushing him into the mat and positioning his body in the air, all the while thrusting his cock in and out of Scum’s hole. The ref and Scum’s partner, along with Dr. Death had left the ring and was watching from the outside. Scum’s grunts echoed the room. “Take death’s disease you mother fucking piece of shit” Reaper screamed spitting everywhere as he did. Reaper’s as clinched tight as he slammed into Scum’s ass. I could see in my mind’s eye the toxic load shooting out of his piss slit and deep into Scum’s ass. Reaper’s grunts and moans of pleasure filled the room, even as the crowd cheered. The man in me was steadily fucking my hole. I was really unaware of anything going on to me or around me. I was focused on Reaper’s ass. I didn’t care who fucked me or what Dan was doing. Reaper pulled out of Scum’s ass and grabbed him by the ankles. It was then I saw Scum’s face and he had tears streaming down his check. I don’t think he was sobbing because of what just happened to him, I think he was sobbing because now he had to face the consequences from his own partner and what he did. Reaper went through the rope and pulled Scum out of the ring. Grabbing him by the back of his neck and and the others left the arena. “The sexual tension is high tonight” the announcer said, “We have a new match to announce”

Part 12 - Mysterious Model Joshua had finally been persuaded out of Texas and come to New York for 4 days, he was missing Sean already who had been there since Sunday, he had a big week ahead of him and was not due to return until Saturday. Jacob being a very understanding person was only to happy to pay for Joshua's trip, plus he was also hoping to finally persuade him to get in front of the camera. Sean was excited to see us all especially Joshua whom he had missed terribly the last few days. It was their closeness that struck a chord with many people at JJF who already liked Sean and wanted to work with him. Sean walked in to the studio with boxes of the fitness range that had been created as samples. Joshua was impressed holding the tops and vests up against his body in the mirror. Jacob walked up behind him "Good aren't they" he said watching Joshua smile "$5k if you model them". Joshua chuckled and put the tops down "I can't model I don't have it in me" he smiled. "Eddie is the best photographer you will be surprised" Jacob tried again. Sean walked up and cuddled Joshua from behind "For me" he asked kissing his neck. Joshua sighed knowing it was a lost cause and smiled "Okay" he finally agreed. Jacob dropped his trump card "Sean you will need to cost in the use of Tom, Brad and Joshua to model" he said. "You what?" he asked looking perplexed "you didn't say anything about costing things" he replied. Jacob smiled "It is your budget Sean, you have to manage it" he said "or get Joshua on board to help". Sean looked at Joshua "Would you, I mean, I suppose I will have to pay you" he asked pleadingly to Joshua. The penny dropped and he laughed "Very underhanded Jacob" Joshua said, he looked at Sean "you know I can't say no to you". Jacob hoped that this would be a way of getting Joshua as the brands accountant, after all I did drop a few hints to him about Joshua's qualifications. Meantime there was a great deal of hype as word got around that I would be modelling with Joshua, Brad refused as he didn't want his face seen, not matter how much Sean pleaded he would not budge. It wasn't the real shoots, only test ones to see how the designs came out on camera after all that is what sold them primarily. Eddie sat there looking at the two of us and Joshua was way out his league unsure what he was suppose to do, the studio door opening and closing as the whole of the marketing team wanted to watch until Jacob shooed them all out as it was a closed shoot. He did some solo shots with me then asked Joshua to stand there, Eddie kissed him on the cheek 'trust me' he said and arranged Joshua's body in to a pose 'don't look at the camera' he said smiling to him. Joshua and I then did some poses together leaning against each others backs with our arms folded pushing up our tiny muscles compared to Eddie's. Taking the tops off and wearing the shorts and trainers we repeated the back to back pose and one of us sitting on a box facing each other. "Is that it?" Joshua asked when Eddie said he had finished. Eddie looked up and laughed "What else do you want Joshua?" he asked smiling at him. Sean was smiling ear to ear "God you were sexy up there" he said to Joshua who blushed. Eddie tapped Sean on the shoulder "Your turn, I want some of Joshua and you" he said. Sean looked mortified at first but joined in then Eddie called me back over to join them as he wanted to see the three of us together in a shoot. Afterwards the four of us sat down talking until Marcus called Sean to join them, he returned half an hour later telling us it was a go, they would arrange a proper shoot but he also had to come up with some swim wear to complement the fitness range as it was seen as an expanding range. As the trip was so busy we never got Joshua and James together, we spent a while saying goodbye to Sean, for some strange reason Jacob and Marcus took us to the airport. During the ride they asked if they could shoot the fitness range at Medina. Brad got a text back from his father saying he had no problem with that, and Jacob said they would fly down and do it the following weekend which would give Sean time to come up with some swim wear. Joshua agreed to take part having seen the results of what Eddie had done in the studio he had a copies of the three photos he loved most, one of him and me, Sean and him and all three of us. Getting out of the limo and walking in the main terminal building Marcus stopped Brad and I and turned us to the massive advert. I was looking at Brad and I modelling the jock straps, it was the intimate photo Eddie had captured that said it all. Yes it was advertising underwear but more significantly it showered an emotion of love and sexualness. Brad looked 'wow' he said unable to put in to words what he saw. Joshua stared at it and smiled 'now that is love' he said putting his arms around Brad and I. Underneath it simply read 'Life, Live, Love by Jacob Jansen'. "Crap that looks amazing" Brad said putting his arm around Jacob. He nodded "I still find it awesome how Eddie captured you both in that moment" Jacob replied. Brad smiled "It tells of two people in love beyond words" he said wiping his eye overcome with emotion. Marcus smiled "It is a one of a kind photo no one can replicate it" he said. We turned and hugged him and Jacob "It is going international" Marcus said looking at the picture again. "International" we both said in unison. "Yes, as soon as this advert hit sales jumped 70%" Jacob said "thanks to you both". I just couldn't help but stare as people had their photos taken next ours "That's weird" I chuckled. Jacob laughed "You really have no idea how popular you are and both of you together" he said. "Yes but people having their photo taken kissing your ass is weird" I said pointing it out. Jacob laughed loudly then hugged me "Not really when you look as perfect as that" he said. We left for our flight and pleased to be home and some privacy enjoying a family dinner telling out parents about our trip. A couple of days later Marcus sent me a text 'photo gone viral, news article about it on the news channel'. I went and retrieved my lap top and searched for the clip which didn't take long as it was right at the top of the listings having almost 5 million views since it went on line the day before, Seth, Brad and my mother both leaned over to watch it 'They say a photo can speak a thousand words but in the case of this photo it just speaks of one, when do you know if love is real? When you capture an image like this, one photographer captured what so many try to achieve without success. Eddie Morales renowned fashion photographer captured this image during a model shoot of The Model Called Tom with this mysterious model with his back to the camera. We know Tom is the model whose face we can just see. Word is he is signed exclusively to Jacob Jansen Fashions. The unknown sensual muscle man who by the way has the most adorable rear is stirring up much controversy as no one knows who he is. JJF have refused to reveal the identity of what is fast becoming known as The Mysterious Model one thing seems apparent and that is they are a real couple. Speculation is now rife if they will both attend the International Model awards at the Met in two months as the photo has been nominated for 2 awards. Could this year see the first photo of a gay couple to win the prestigious life model capture of the year?. In the meantime the search is on to find The Mysterious Model.'. We all sat there speechless for a moment. "Holy shit" I said before my mother reprimanded on my language "is this for real?" I asked looking at them all. Brad scratched his head "So I guess it is popular" he said dumbfounded. I nodded "Strange how they made no mention about me being gay" I replied looking around. Seth laughed "It's not that big a deal nowadays Tom" he said "You both certainly look loved up". My mother kissed us both "Proves how wrong I was to doubt you two being together" she said. I sent a reply to Marcus telling him that is crazy, his response was short 'You both had a bonus paid 10 minutes ago as your making us a lot of money and publicity'. I grabbed my phone and opened the banking app and saw $50k deposited today from JJF. I told Brad to check his, he nearly dropped his phone looking as he had the same amount deposited in this account. Brad an I returned to our room still a little dazed, I opened up the twitter app and saw I was now being followed by 1.5 million people many of whom had retweeted their own attempts to recreate the photo of Brad and I. It was fast becoming a new social media challenge and even more so after JJF announced they would providing a prize for the closest resemblance. Brad was still having trouble comprehending the fascination of him in the picture, he only saw himself as the lad from Texas much like me in some ways. I was slowly beginning to understand the extent of what people saw. Brad was still looking at his banking app when I climbed in to bed next to him. I don't know what happened that night but I felt hornier than ever and ceased the opportunity. Crazily I kissed Brad and slipped in between his legs pushing them up. He looked at me curiously at first until he realised what I wanted, he chuckled then kissed me and nodded. I held his legs up and liberally lubed his ass listening to his quiet moans his eyes were fixed on me as I leant forward placing his legs over my shoulders. Slowly I eased my cock in wincing more in surprise than pain and the feeling that was coursing up through my groin. Brad's hand grabbed my hips steadying me so I didn't push in to fast after all he had only got fucked once before and my cock was no match for the size of Eddie's. It felt like a tight fitting glove slipped over and held it firmly 'oh god' I said looking in to his eyes, I removed his legs from my shoulders letting then fall to my hips using my legs to keep his up I managed to lean close enough to kiss him. His body arched in tiny movements as I began to push in deeper until my balls met his ass 'Tom' he looked at me in a very submissive state that I found exciting. My hips began an automatic undulating flow massaging the his ass and pulling me nearer to orgasm. I found my pace that Brad was comfortable with and settled in kissing him in between thrusts, I felt turned on every time his body tensed then relaxed in tune with my cocks movements. It was like having a some bizarre control over someone but it was my way of showing how much I truly loved and wanted him. My balls ached as they waited for their time to shine, building up gradually waiting for the moment the switch went on. I had to stop and kiss him harder, his arms wrapping around my neck telling me how much he loved me. I raised my head as my balls started pushing me on, my movements became more rapid, a tiny bead of sweat ran down my chin and dropped on to Brad as I moaned and moaned building the intensity my cock working deeper and feeling like it was growing bigger. I threw my head up and closed my eyes grunting loudly and growling as my cock throbbed shooting my seed in to Brad. His hand gripping my shoulders hard riding through my orgasm he called my name and pulled me down in to his embrace holding me tightly as my body shuddered shaking off the orgasm. I pulled out and rolled on to my back staring at the ceiling, Brad turned to look at me. "What is it?" he asked rolling on this stomach next to me "Was I bad?". I looked at him "No, I mean I.. it was good and I have wanted to do that" I replied. "But..." Brad said stroking my chest. "I didn't find it as arousing, seeing you submissive like that" I said and sat up thinking I said the wrong thing. Brad pulled me back down "I doesn't matter who fucks who just as long as you love me" he said "anyway I like to pleasure you". We rolled on to our side facing each other caressing and stroking each other until we fell asleep. Joshua was waiting outside his house as I pulled up to collect him. We drove to Dallas to meet Sean, Jacob and Marcus, Eddie was flying in from LA first thing tomorrow morning. Sean was definitely a lot more confident when we met them at arrivals. We spent the entire drive talking about the picture and how much Eddie and Marcus wanted to create something even better. Arriving at Medina I was amazed to see parcels had been delivered from the Dallas boutique addressed to Jacob. Sean dragged the case that contained his fitness range, gleefully telling us that the release date was in two weeks time, the day after the Man By Jacob brand was to be announced publicly with the fitness range to be the first wave of products to be launched. My mother was in the family room and got up to say hello Jacob and Marcus like old family members. Jacob retrieved a couple of boxes handing them to my mother, opening them she looked up and nearly cried thanking Jacob for the emerald green evening gown and shoes which matched her eyes. Brad walked in with Seth just after 7pm quickly saying hello and going off to change for dinner. Brad walked in to the dining room "Marcus" he called over to him "what is with that bonus" he asked hugging him. "Oh crap" Marcus replied snickering "have you checked your account today?" he then asked. Brad shook his head "No why?" he replied quickly grabbing his phone checking "No you can't that's to much" he said. Jacob laughed "Sorry Brad but we sold the licensing rights to that photo for $500k" he said. Marcus put his arm around Brad "Tom, Eddie and you all got $100k each". "Seth" Jacob said returning to the dining room "this is for you, if its the wrong size we can change it". Seth looked shocked pulling out one JJ Men's suits and went over and hugged him thanking him for the present. After a good old fashioned Texan dinner and an evening spent chatting Jacob and Marcus went to the guest bedroom. The four of us got in to the same bed. Sean leaning over grabbed the book and asked me to read, I was happy to do so but only managed two pages, it was hard fighting off the advances and sexual torture I was getting, throwing the book on the floor I grabbed Joshua and snogged the face off him in retaliation and gratification. Brad got his way with Joshua and for the first time I fucked Sean in doggie style, strangely I found it more sensual an arousing fucking him. It would affirm my initial thought that with Brad our love was meant to be the way it started, I wanted him to make love to me and it something that never changed in our lives. After sexual antics I pushed Joshua and Sean out of bed telling them to go and be with each other, they didn't need to be asked twice and were at it before they got halfway across the room. Eddie arrived by 9am having got lost a couple of times finding the place, he was made welcome by my mother and Seth being the first up, it didn't take us long to realise he had arrived, jumping out of bed and running almost naked through the house to find him. Over breakfast he said James was so annoyed he couldn't get away and join us as he was desperate to meet Joshua. We spoke about the photo in great length, Eddie telling us that there was more requests to license the photo so there was bound to be further bonuses paid, he made it very clear that it was Brad and I that made the photo and he happened to capture it. We had a leisurely Saturday morning sat by the pool looking at the swim wear Sean and Giovanni came up with and running some shots to see how they looked. Brad as usual was rifling through Jacob's case of clothing and pulled out a packet of Jockstraps and underwear at the bottom marked 'Dead' asking him what they were, Marcus laughed and Jacob waved his hand 'oh they don't sell a bad design I think' he replied and telling them he was stuck with the stock and about to offload it to outlet malls, Brad looked at them and held them up showing me. Brad looked at Jacob telling him he had an idea and disappeared in to the house. He returned with two cowboy hats and some old boots of his that he wouldn't throw out. "Come on" Brad said handing me the boots and Jacob the hats "Eddie is your camera charged?" he asked. Eddie nodded "Yes where are going?" he asked as we were marched out to the front of the ranch house. Brad smiled "Medina river" he said and Eddie looked a little puzzled. "Oh my god yes" Jacob said "Eddie you will love this place, why didn't I think of it". Jacob looked a little confused "What are we doing?" he asked. "Were going to sell this stock for you" he said "well Tom is" he chuckled heading out the door. We left Sean, Joshua and Marcus at the pool talking through the budget after Joshua had spent a few hours getting the figures straight. We drove to our spot at the river and put on the underwear, boots and cowboy hats and stood in the shallow part of the river. Eddie smiled rather excitedly and took photos of us standing apart with out hats lowered covering our eyes. Brad pulled me close and we kissed, Eddie frantically snapping hundreds of shots. He took my hat off and placed it in front of our faces, I could hear Jacob's delight when Brad called Eddie over to get some closer shots of us. Eddie only wearing shorts now waded in to the water and took some sots focusing more on the underwear. Jacob smiled "I will give you 50% commission on any of this range that sells" he said somewhat unconvinced. Brad chuckled and looked over his shoulder at Jacob "Is that a promise" he said. Eddie laughed "Better get your cheque book out Jacob" he said resuming photographing us. Brad walked to the bag and pulled another jock strap out "Put them on then have your photo taken with us". Jacob chuckled "No, absolutely not" he said "anyway is not the done thing". Brad stood there "Put them on Jacob, please" he said looking him in the eye. I looked at him with my puppy eyes 'Fuck it' he said, he stripped off and pulled up the jock strap. His tall dark features set off his beautifully built body the hairs on his chest tapered down his abdomen and diving beneath the underwear. Brad put Jacob in the middle of us and stood behind him, placing his hands on Jacob's chest resting his head on his back hiding his face. I turned to face Jacob and held him looking up in to his eyes 'oh yes' we heard Eddie say as he started frantically clicking away again. Jacob moved out of the way having had his fill of modelling, the last few shoots had me laying down in the shallow water, Brad kneeled next to me with water running from his hand on to my chest, the glee in my eyes clearly came out on camera looking at Brad whose face hidden by his hat, still retaining that mysterious side. We returned to the ranch house for a late lunch, Marcus became obsessed over three photos from the short. The one of Brad and I kissing, the one of me laying in the shallow river and of course the three of us. Eddie caught a perfect smile of Jacob's face and he really did look totally sexy. Marcus still couldn't believe that we had persuaded Jacob to take part but he knew he had a gold mine with these photos. He got Eddie to send them to the marketing team and told them to put the range back on sale on the website and put the photos on my twitter feed and make it front page on the website. Within two hours the range was on sale with all the stock loaded. Marcus was watching the twitter feed going crazy posting further tweets telling them the range was on line now. So it was finally time, Joshua and I dressed in Sean's fitness range, so I may be biased but my god it felt amazing to wear, the tight shorts alone was hard to contend with as I kept getting a boner seeing Joshua in them. Marcus and Eddie walked in to the gym by the pool with Sean, Marcus pushed Sean forward and guiding him on what type of photos he needs to look for, with that Sean instructed us to do several poses but keeping it very light hearted. Joshua would bench press weights as I spotted him. Eddie sprayed me with water handing me a towel and a bottle of water I sat down on the weight bench looking at the camera 'My god I want to fuck you so much' he said unable to concentrate. Joshua put his arm around Sean "I want to do a shoot with you" he said to him. Sean kissed him "Okay". Sean dressed in the turquoise tight vest and purple shorts and spent half an hour shooting with Joshua and then me. Finally we put on the swim wear and modelled out by the pool which proved to be a great setting when you got the whole Texan landscape in behind you. Seth and my mother ha come out and watched the final few shots being taken. Eddie looked up and called Brad and I over, then proceeded to photograph us as a family, something we hadn't done since Brad's graduation. Overall the fitness range photos were looking very good and unique with the Man By Jacob logo adorning each garment. Marcus was taking Joshua over some of the calculations so he got get an idea on what target they needed to hit to start running in to profit. As they nearly ended their work Marcus's phone buzzed from a continuous stream of messages. "Jacob" Marcus called to him "That range JS3 did you want to restock marketing are asking?" he said. "Your kidding me?" Jacob responded jumping to his feet "crap" he said laughing. Marcus looked at him "What?" he asked. Jacob walked over and checked the website 'SOLD OUT' written across "Dam you Tom and Brad" he laughed. "What is going on?" Marcus asked again as we all walked over. Jacob smiled "I promised them 50% commission on sales of JS3 dead range". Brad came over "What has happened then?" he asked as Marcus turned the screen to him. "Sold out within 30 minutes of going on line, all 2,000 units" Marcus said. Brad laughed "Got any more dead ones you want selling?" he asked him "you know same deal" he laughed. Marcus looked up at Brad "You know this is causing a media storm Brad, they will find who you are eventually" he said to him. Brad nodded "I suppose I can't look over my shoulder for ever, but it is kind of fun" he said smiling. The photo of Jacob with Brad and I was causing it's own little storm amongst the fashion world, never had a designer stripped and wore his own underwear on camera with two models. The picture would adorn their office in New York and many fashion magazine covers for months titled 'The Designer, the model and the mystery'. If that wasn't enough the two photos of Brad and I, one kissing and the other me laying down in the stream became the most recognised photos of the time and without really knowing it became synonymous as the gay cowboys. Marcus quick to jump on the band wagon put up another prize for anyone who could recreate the image in the stream perfectly. To say this one went viral was very much an understatement as it was another photo that JJF licensed out to many gay tour operators around the world who all wanted to use it promoting the USA, the cowboy image became a focal point in the reception of Jacob's offices in New York, a large life sized poster that people seemed to flood to having their picture taken next to it. People do the strangest things I often thought to myself. Our last night together we spent outdoors and in the pool, getting Jacob almost naked again Joshua and I were clearly smitten. It was the first time we saw him and Marcus truly unwind seeing the love they had for each other was adorable. We had a pleasurable chilled out morning the following day. Joshua going through the figures one last time with Sean and Marcus who was nodding and verifying everything was accounted for, he gave a quick glance to Jacob. "You have a good eye for figures Joshua and you certainly know what your doing" Marcus said looking at him. Joshua sat back "You think so?" he replied and shrugged his shoulders "Not a boring accountant?" he asked. Marcus laughed Model and accountant that is not boring" he looked seriously at him "Come and work for us?" he suddenly said. Joshua didn't even need to think he nodded straight away "Yes". Sean and Marcus were overjoyed "Oh Joshua thank you so much" Sean said kissing him. Our parents were quite proud of Sean, it was almost like they had unofficially adopted him and they were interested to see in what he had designed. Jacob got everyone together on the terrace shortly before they were due to leave. "As you know Monday if the official launch of the new brand, Tuesday is Sean's day" Jacob started saying. He continued "Next Friday we want to fly you all up to our country house in Chappaqua for the weekend". Eddie laughed "Country house is an understatement" he said. Jacob smiled "Okay so Rosewood is a little bigger than a country house, please all come". And so it was set we would be invited in to the personal world of Jacob and Marcus, something that only Eddie and James had experienced as they were a very private couple and it was their sanctuary...

The fucking continued for the rest of the night. Jack and my dad switched places a couple of times, both of them making sure to give me their loads when they finally did manage to cum. I lost track of how many times they deposited their cum into me, my hole pretty much reduced to a cum-slicked, slackened mess. I had to squeeze my hole down around Jack to really feel that piercing, which shocked me, considering how rough he'd gotten with it so far. My uncle went off with my dad at some point, leaving me alone with Jack. He lit himself up a cigar, huffing on it as he climbed on top of me. His thick dick was back on my hole in a moment, his piercing sliding right into that cummy chute, a low groan leaving me as the rest of his cock sank back in. They'd been fucking me long enough that my hole felt barely any pain, not to mention the euphoric pleasure of that cock filling me up so deeply. "You like that, cunt?" he grunted, mashing his hips around in my ass. I nodded slowly, grunting as my prostate took a good pounding from the tip of his shaft. I could feel my precum pooled up on my belly, my dick having spent most of the night half-hard and leaking. He chuckled to himself and climbed further on top of me, pushing my legs up against my chest and hunching over me in a frenzied, animalistic fuck. Wet slaps rang out, his grunts and pants joined by my own whimpers and groans. My ass squeezed down hard on him, his length teasing my prostate more and more and pushing me closer to the edge. I could only grab onto his arms and cry out as my own orgasm slammed into me, my cock jumping and sending globs of cum spewing out onto my belly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I groaned as he only intensified his rutting when my hole squeezed down on him throughout my orgasm, the entire length pulling out before slamming back in. "I knew I'd get you to cream while I knocked you up... Here's another for good measure, faggot!" His dick flexed, and some more of that wet heat pumped into me. He could still cum a good bit even after fucking all night, and some of it drooled out of my hole when he pulled out. "I gotta head to work before I'm late. Tell your daddy I'll be back for more of your cunt later." He had me clean his cock off before he got dressed again, heading downstairs and getting into his truck to leave. I listened to it go down the road, the sound fading off into the distance before footfalls were coming up the steps again. My door opened, and a stranger walked in. I was surprised at this, but the look he gave me told me all I need to know about why he was here. His eyes were hungry, focused in on my cum-slick hole. "Your dad told me I'd find you up here. Said you'd want my dirty load. Is that right, boy?" he said. He was an older man, grey hair covering most of his body, and my first thought when I looked at him was how much he looked like one of the old bathhouse troll types with his wasted limbs and massive belly. I was surprised to see the length of his cock when he pulled his old sweat pants down, though. It looked like it was at least six or so inches soft. "That's right. Boys like you always think nothing 'till you see my cock. Then you're begging to take my cum!" He went over to the bed, naked now. His hairy body showed clear signs of the virus, his spindly hands pinning mine down at either side as his hips got in position between my legs. His cock was half-hard already, and he gave it a few slow pumps as he rubbed it against my hole. "Looks like you're nice and lubed up already. I'll just make myself at home..." he said, sliding his cock into me in one go. It felt incredible, the length going in pretty deep already, and as he pushed in and out, I could feel him growing harder, his cock snaking deeper and deeper in me. "Such a handsome boy... Look at you, putting your legs up for some diseased old stranger... Takin' homeless AIDS cock in your ass..." he panted out raggedly as his cock pushed in past my second hole, his cock pushing in deeper than either of the cocks earlier had. He chuckled, clearly gathering what had just happened from the look on my face. "Gonna give you my babies so deep, they're not coming out, you see?" he panted out, licking his lips as he leaned forward, pressing those lips to mine and kissing me deeply. His mouth tasted foul, but I couldn't really pull away, his body gripping mine tightly as his thrusts grew quicker. "Here you go boy... Here's your gift..." he panted, then sighed as his cock flexed hard inside me, his cum dumping deep within me. I could feel his cock unloading, but even as he slid it out, his cum was nowhere to be seen, just as he promised. He whistled at me a bit, patting my ass as his cock swayed about. "Whew, that's a sweet hole..." he said to himself, already pulling his clothes on as well. He didn't even say goodbye to me, just heading out of the door. Just outside, I heard him say, "Thanks for the heads up!" "Any time, Mutt," my dad's voice replied. Soon after, he came into the room, dressed in a pair of jeans. "I see you figured out how things work now," he said, chuckling at the sight of my freshly-used ass. Though no more cum leaked out, my hole was still plenty loose. "Put some gym shorts and a shirt on. We're gonna take a ride."

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CHAPTER FOUR THE SKELETON I looked down and I had shot a huge load in my pant. Thankfully it wasn’t higher on my jeans or it would have looked like I pissed myself. I went deeper into the maze, farther from the light area, I kept walking even though I thought I was getting lost. As I waked down a path that was narrowing, a small opening caught my eye. I entered and went a few feet and found the Skeleton. I stopped suddenly! Sitting on a bale of hay, was a man dressed in those cheesy skeleton suits, bone in a black fabric, except this man was so wasted that the costume looked like his actual skin. He was literally skin and bone. “Afraid?” I shook my head no. “Prove it faggot” I walked until I was about a foot away from him and dropped to my knees between his feet. I reached out and felt for an opening in the crotch of his costume. When I found it, I slipped my hand in and pulled out his cock and balls. His cock was growing quickly. It was ling and thin with a big acorn head. “Full blown, overflowing with mutated strains” I wrapped my lips around his cock and slowly slid them down his shaft. I took him deep in my throat, until I was pressing my face into his crotch feeling his pelvic bone. I slid back until his cock head was on my tongue. A sweet and salty taste excited my tongue as I licked the head until I slid back down on his cock. “Taste the disease leaking into your mouth” I moaned with his cock deep in my throat. My mouth was watering. “I want that hole” I stood, turned and bent over, presenting my ass in his face. I felt his tongue dive deep in my crack and invade my hole. His hands spread my cheeks as he pushed in further. I heard my jeans rip some more. And at this point I could have cared less if I walked out with my balls hanging out. “This hole is fucked and so are you” He stood and slowly slid his cock into my hole. Our moaning was loud. Hell I wanted another redneck mother fucker to find us and shove his cock down my throat. “So sloppy, so wet,” moaned the skeleton He slowly fucked my hole as if savoring the diseased cum massaging his cock and my hole. He would pull out until his cock head was pulling my hole outwards, then would slide back in before his head could pop out. “My death is near” he said, “but my strain will live on in you” He was slowing down and was having problems breathing. He popped out and payed back on the bale of hay. “Ride me” I straddled him and lowered myself onto his hard cock. I slid all the way down but didn’t put my weight on him. He was catching his breath as I slid up and down his cock with my hole. Using my thighs, I slid my hole up and down his shaft as I watch his breathing slow. Panic set in as my mind wondered if I was literally fucking this man to death. He reached up and grabbed my hips and increased my speed. “Just like that” between gasps of breath I kept the pace; but knew I would be able to keep going for long. My thighs were started to burn a little. “Don’t stop” Taking a deep breath, I continued. His cock felt so good up my used hole. If physically possible I would have fucked myself on his cock all night. “I’ve mutated beyond medications, full blown AIDS running through my veins! My cock was starting to twitch as I heard this, slowly growing down my leg. I fought back the urge to rub it again through my jeans. I start to pinch my nipples through my shirt. My cock was now rock hard and the head was in the cold wet spot of my jeans. I squeezed my hole around the Skeleton’s cock and he reach up and started rubbing my cock through my jeans. “Not gay motherfucker if it’s not skin on skin contact” he said as if I really fucking cared. I moaned from the pleasures. I wanted to cum again so the pulsing of my hole would drive him over the edge. My horror of being infected had now turned to a craving of more, more infected, more diseased cum. “Keep going,” he urged, “my balls are aching” He was breathing more erratic as a cough fit started. Each time he cough he would thrust his cock up my hole. I reached under and felt his ball sac, it was tight around his balls. “Going to flood you hole with AIDS, mutated AIDS” I moaned loudly. The craving was overwhelming. He started grunting between coughs, signaling he was emptying his balls in my hole. My cock throbbed knowing I was getting his death seed. His arms fell, hanging of each side. He was motionless. I stood and slowly backed away. He laid there motionless. I didn’t even check for a pulse. His head lifted up slightly and he whispered: “Dracula” Then it dropped again. I backed out and left in a hurry.

I Went on vacation to Germany with my (Now ex) Girlfriend my Brother and his Wife around the beginning of August, the first day in Berlin we must have walked a least 20 miles trying to see a lot of the tourist sites, by the time we got back to the hotel we all were so tired and sore, they had a hot tub and a steam room (they called it a "Wellness Center") down in the lower basement, my brother and i decide to go get massages while his wife and my Girlfriend went upstairs to go to bed, it was about 10 P.m. when we got to the wellness center the Attendant informed us that the massages were over at 9 but we could schedule an appointment for tomorrow. sad about that he told us that the hot tub would still be open till 11we said "Cool", he showed us to the locker room where we ask if they had swim trunks for us, he told us the hot tub was "Nude Only" (Germans seem to get naked every chance they get) i look at my brother and said "I don't care i'm going in!" he said "me Too!" my brother and i are about 16 year apart with different mothers but the same father, so the last time i saw him naked he was about 3 years old, he's about 5 ft 11, with dirty blond hair and green/blue eyes, he showed no shame taking off his shirt , pulling off his levis , standing in front of me in a pair of light-blue striped Tommy Hilfiger boxer shorts, looking at me he said "Here I Go"! dropping is underwear to show an almost totally shaved cut cock, pretty big too almost seven inches soft an big low hanging Balls, i just thought to myself wow he's handsome all the way around, i quickly dropped my underwear too, trying not to stare to long at my naked brother, i put the rest of my clothes in the locker, grabbed a towel and headed to the Hot tub with my brother behind me, we got in and just let the bubbles do their magic, after about 30 or 35 min. the attendant came in and asked if we needed anything we said "no" he said "very good" "we usually close about 11 but since you're the only ones here, you can stay as long as you like, just make sure you turn the light off" he said "good night" and left, we sat in the hot tub about another 15 min, then it shut off, since we couldn't figure out how to work the timer (all in German) we went into the Sauna which had three levels , i sat on the middle and my brother sat on the top it was just the right amount of steam and heat, after about 5 min. the door opened and another hotel guest came in, he said hello in broken english , he was german , he sat on the third row too, but kind of close to me, just over my right shoulder, the steam was thick enough to cover his face but i could see his hair "Very" long Uncut cock and balls, he kept rubbing his balls that were hanging long and low, he scooted to the edge of bench touching me with his leg, (i knew what this was) i looked over my shoulder again and he was just plan jacking his 8 inch uncut hairy cock, so close to my face i could smell his crotch, i glanced over at brother in the corner to see if he could see us, i was pretty sure he couldn't, but this guys cock was leaking pre-cum on my shoulder, i decided to go for it i put his fat dick in my mouth and began to try and suck it, the angle made it difficult but it felt so good in my mouth, we thought we were quiet but between the guy making quiet moaning noises and me making quiet sucking noises i know my brother figured out what was going on, but by now i didn't care, i got the guy to sit down on the level i was on and i just went face first all the way down his shaft into his dark bush! i started moving my head up and down like a piston, i was so into trying to get his load when i came up for air , i noticed a foot next to me, and the guy i was sucking was sucking too! he was blowing my brother! he was having a really hard time because my brother's hard cock must have been at least 9 inches long with a really fat head, i was laying stomach down on the bench with my face still sucking this nice german cock, but the the guy got up went around to my ass and started eating it like there was no tomorrow! this drives me wild (Now), he flips me over on my back and keeps eating my ass (My Girlfriend would never do this) i'm really moaning at this point, then i'm being choked by one of the biggest cocks i've ever had! my brother started fucking my throat! i can't breathe the head of his cock is massive he's pumping my mouth like a pussy thats to tight, his balls hitting my forehead! i can taste his pre-cum leaking in my mouth and dripping on my face when he pulls out, then i feel a sharp pain i hadn't noticed that the german stopped eating my ass now he was trying to fuck my ass! holy fuck! he's using his spit for lube! it really hurts but it feels good too, my dick gets really hard, my ass starts to loosen up he's fucking my hole pretty easy now, i can feel that he's going all the way in now he's banging into me really hard, my brother stopped fucking my mouth just long enough for the german to start shooting his load in my ass! he pulls out and comes over to my mouth and puts the rest of his load down my throat, i can feel his dick starting to go soft, then holy fuck! my brother plunged his fat 9 inch cock balls deep into my ass, using the germans cum for lube no warm up or ease ing in he just rapes my hole! he fucks me so deep and fast, my ass hole stays open in between his thrust ! my cock gets evan harder, all i can hear is the sound of his huge balls slapping into me! all of a sudden i can feel his cock get bigger and start to pulse and twitch, which make me shoot my load all over my face without hands! his cock goes soft and slides out of the gaping sore hole which is my ass, i'm covered in my own cum, and about a cup of cum pours out of my ass when i stand up, the german guy says thanks (He had no idea we were related) and takes off , my brother just says "fuck, my Mary could never take dick like that!" turns out my brother is a little bit Bi-Sexual and he says he evan got a Blow job from my cousin, he said he loves his wife but got caught up in the moment, all i can say is i hope he wants to get caught up in the moment around thanksgiving! my ass was sore and loose for four days, oh it turns out at breakfast the next morning the other guy in the sauna was married too! man i love Germany!

Straining against the ropes that bound him, sweat covering his body in a sheen, Milos looked magnificent. I looked and the other two were in a much awe as I, mouths open as they watched him strain and struggle. It was time. We were all so hard, dripping precum and sweating ourselves. I motioned to Toby and we stood at either side at the end of the bed. Together we unclasped his feet ready to grab him should he try anything. But he didn’t. I was only slightly surprised as T makes a whore of every boi when Milos swung his legs up and exposed his hairy, sweet and sweaty cunt for us. I smiled as Toby picked up his baster and wiped it against the hairy, expectant hole. Milos moaned and pushed out his cunt, a dribble of arse juices leaking out. As Michael and I watched, Toby wiped the head of the baster across the hungry hole, just wetting the lips with the barrel of anonymous cum. Milos was far too gone to wonder whose loads were mixed all together. Sure some of Toby’s but also all the seed - chem’d seed as well poz’d seed - that Toby has clearly pulled from his own cunt earlier that day. As we watched, Toby pushed the baster deep into Milos and slowly unloaded some - not all - of the contents. Milos’ eyes widened and as he felt the warm gush of spunk slosh into his insides he moaned with delight. Toby withdrew the baster and handed it to me - without hesitation I licked it clean, savouring the salty taste on the metal as Michael clambered onto the bed between the Greek’s legs and grabbed his ankles. We all laughed as I reworked that famous phrase - Beware Greek’s bearing gifts and said to everyone, “Behold, a Greek loaded with gifts” and then held my breath as Michael gobbed on the head of his cock and running it against the entrance to his hole to wipe up any dna that night have seeped out, pushed against Milos’ hole. He might have been high and hungry but he tried to pull away from the monster that was about to forcefully invade his guts. Michael uncapped the poppers and leaned forward. He fed Milos deep huffs of poppers and then handed me the bottle. Standing behind Toby I pushed my cock between his legs, and fed him some hits before feeding myself. Then as we watched, Michael spread Milos ankles and leaning into him, started to push his hard, beer can thick rod into the tight cunt. There was nowhere for Milos to escape to. As we watched, his eyes widened as he shook his head, screaming into the ball gag. Sweat dripped off Michael’s forehead as he leaned further in, taking the cunt centimetre by centimetre. Pinned down, all Milos could do was try and relax his arse but it was no good. We watched as Michael forced his cock home, burying it deep in the tight gut. Milos’ toes curled and uncurled in the air as he fought to relax and breathe as well as process all the feelings and sensations coursing through his body. I remember the first time Michael fucked me. I too had been tied up on this very bed, and my boyfriend was sitting on my face, smothering me with his sweaty hole which, it became apparent was already loaded with a deposit from Michael’s cock. Now, I’m an experienced bottom - fuck man I’ve taken fists - but taking Michael’s massive member was a whole new level of fucking and I remember feeling like I’d been split open even before a third of his cock was buried in me. But I also remember how it satisfied a deep hunger in me, filling a void that until then had only been satisfied by my boyfriend. I also remember how, once I was almost loosened up I begged Michael to fuck me loose, not take no for an answer and rape me. He did. As I choked on my boyfriend’s dick. And I imagine that was what was going through Milos’ mind right now. The pain. The terror. The pleasure. I wanted to remove his ball gag and hear him beg, but he wasn’t there yet. Not by some time. I looked down again and Michael’s cock was two thirds of the way into the hairy ass. Our bottom boi was whimpering but beginning to growl as well. Michael pulled out and we leaned over to watch the hole wink open and closed, precum leaking out and slipping down the wet crack, greedy for deeper cock. Michael smiled and slid back in as far as he could, burrowing into the gut step by step, planning to place his toxic flag in virgin territory whether the locals wanted it or not. Milos’ six pack was rippling with each fuck, sweat pouring off his body as he took thrust after thrust, his whole body reacting to the invasion. Michael was building up a steady rhythm, five or six long deep strokes before pulling out and ramming all the way in again. He wasn’t so much loosening a hole as punching his way in; forcing his way in deeper with every stroke. And he was clearly turned on because he was pissing precum he was leaking so much. Every time he pulled out precum squelched from the still tight hole, and every so often Toby would lean in and push his tongue into the gash and then return to spit the fluid into my mouth, tangy with the metallic taste of blood. I moaned. “Wreck him, Michael. Wreck his dirty cunt.”

PREQUEL to Chapter 13; My cunT was immediately penetrated, and I would now be fucked VERY fasT and exTremely hard for a solid 4.5 hours ... NON stop! And these horny t☢️xic fuckers weren't fucking me for 15 minutes at a time. No, I was a freshly made p☣️z cum-dump faGGot, and each fucker would USE me for what I AM, and pump and dump their load within 2-3 minutes of entering me. After several minutes of being pounded my ball-gag was removed, and I started to scream in a wild meTh'd up frenzy; - S6AT6A6N is in the room, S6AT6A6N is in the room, and he is going to Fuck me. He is going to Fuck me. Not tonight, but very soon. He is going to take compleTe conTrol over me. My blindfold was soon taken off, and the first thing I saw was the 'Silent Stranger' stood in the corner, observing. He was not getting involved. However, his 13" in length, and 9" in girth Dick was no longer flaccid. It was poinTing to the sling-room ceiling. He was staring right at me, and behind the small perforations to the eye pieces of his rubber hood his eyes seemed to be glowing red, just like Todd's were a little earlier. I looked to the guy who was currently fucking me. He was looking right at me with a face of haTe which complimenTed his biohazard tattoo perfecTly which sat below his sternum. - Oh fuck YES, fuck your filTh into me. Give me your HIV sTud. FUCK it into me. FUCK it into me. Go on, spray that nasTy viral load deep into my guts. - You fucking sluT. Bouncing onto the stage with your Virgin-NEG Ass thinking you look pretty and have everything sussed. You wanT it? The you will fucking have it. Take it whore!! He started to unload, and in-between squirts he'd spit at me, punching my chesT, as he would repetitively snarl; - Take it you fucking PiG! The entire time I was getting fucked in the sling I would be pissed on, spat at, slapped, have my chesT punched, my tits pulled hard on the nipples clamps, and be made to lick every single bloodied p☣️z Dick that had just nut it's load deep in my guts. Something about me lying in the sling as opposed to being on my knees on the stage seem to really bring out the wild and natural aggressive nature of these dozens upon dozens of t☢️xic studs! ****** I guess I had until Monday night if I wanted PEP ~ Would a PiG do such a thing? 😈

Chapter 12: *bloodbroTher shoTs* 💉💉 As my crix bellied jaundiced stud Todd's hot piss continued to stream into my mouth, most of which I was eagerly gulping down, with some spilling out and over my chin and down my torso I began to see an abrupt change in his face. The whites of his eyes that were Hep C yellow were now glowing red with his expression becoming more and more demonic looking as my confusion intensified. Was my Meth/G cocktail causing me to become confused and hallucinate ~ Or was I actually seeing this? After just a few minutes of fucking me, guy number three blew his t☢️xic load up my NEG-cunT, slapped my ASS, with guy number four lining up to take his turn. But, before he could, Todd bellowed; - PiG ... Get up! With four loads of diseased cum deposited into my cunT, my stomach receiving it's first dose of piss, and my body dripping in Meth/G sweat, and piss too, I stood up from my kneeling position in my what seemed to be a confused and hallucinating state. I was also now a bit wobbly on my legs. I held onto the sides of Todd's torso; - Someone seems to be enjoying themselves. For someone who 'WAS' a NEG-Virgin, say what, 30 minutes ago, you are one hell of a pro of a PiG. I think we should all show our appreciation with an official welcome to the 'group'. How about we treat you to a few fresh broTherhood shoTs? You like the sound of that PiG? I was already unable to reply. He let go of me and placed my hands on the back wall for support and left the stage, where several guys all at once jumped on, and my cunT was immediately penetrated with my mouth being impaled on a Dick. This new small group took it in turns to fuck me from both ends, as this stage-spit-roast kept me supported on my feet. Todd got together his two friends Chad and Ian. - I think you two would be perfect to officially welcome him into our group with our special combined shoTs of broTher blood and tina. - Fuck YEAH. Up for sharing my Syphilis with this cute piece of MeaT *Ian replied* - Upto it Chad? Chad replied without words, just a sinister depraved smirk. Ian had a recent diagnosis of Syphilis which seemed to makes his HIV viral load jump from around the 50k mark which he had been for just over a year, to a new 220k. However, Chad was much more advanced. Like Todd the whites of his eyes were also yellow as a result of a few geno-types of Hep C. However, what set him apart from everybody else, is he was supposed to have been carrying the aggressive CRF19 strain of HIV. With an exceptionally high Viral Load of 33 million, and a CD4 of 47 I would stand no chance of leaving the building tonight NEG if he fucked me. As I continued to get mauled on the stage, Todd oversaw the eventual end product of two syringes full of t☢️xic blood, AND meTh; broTherhood shoTs personalized for me ~ The NEG PiG! Ian who was a strong sports guy got onto the stage, and got everyone to step back and let go. He lifted me up, and carried me out of the bar / stage area, and on to 'Sling Room Number 1'. He lay me in the sling, restrained me by my ankles and wrists, blindfolded me, ball-gagged my mouth, put a tourniquet on each arm, and tightened up my nipple clamps. All the while he was PrEP'ing me, my personalized broTherhood shoTs lay on my chest. If my Lew back home wanted to stop me from becoming p☣️z, well, it was now way too laTe! With a huge swarm of parTy goers hovering around me, waiting to fuck the living deaTh into me, Todd picked up syringe number 1 with Ian's DNA and inserted the needle into my left arm. He picked up syringe number 2 with Chad's fuck off nasTy potenT DNA and in went that needle to my right arm. I received my first broTherhood shoT into my left arm. And right on cue the Techno Music that I was dancing to earlier when I gave my short lived show, and that had been playing since, the volume was cranked up so I couldn't hear any other external stimuli. I started my gradual high ascent to the top of this new high, on top of my old high. I guess you could say that thanks to Chad, I was now well and truly P☣️Z! A new virus in my bloodstream, already replicating, and fasT! ☣️☣️☣️🐷☣️☣️☣️

True Story of my first slam! About 10 years ago, I was excited to connect with a hot ff buddy of mine -- talk black guy with a really hungry hole. I've been a ff top for a long time. I was able to leave work early and head downtown and check into a nice sleazy hotel. I had had done a little T recently and had a little bit left so decided to smoke some before the festivities began. A little bit later he showed up. We kissed and started to make out, but something was "off". He admitted he was not feeling great but wanted me to fist him deep, but admitted he felt we should reschedule. I agreed and was naturally a little disappointed. My hot 6'3" black ff bottom when home to bed. So what did I do? Well, signed on the BBRTS naturally. Ended up chatting with a couple of people, but nothing was clicking. The little bit of T I did was still in effect and I was horny as hell. Finally, after about a hour, this guy I had chatted with on and off before hit me up. Like I said, we had chatted but were never quite on the same page or could not make it work. Tonight was different. As we chatted I finally asked him "what are you up for tonight"? "I want to slam and fuck" he replied. Slam and fuck. Normally I would have probably not taken him up on the offer, but tonight was different. The little bit of T I had done early was in charge of my thinking. So my response? "Sound great, come on over". We chatted and determined neither of us had product. I had only purchased it once at a bathhouse, so had no contacts. I told him I had $$ if he had a contact. He said he did but wanted some of the $$ up front. He stopped by. OMG - hot Latin guy. Deep black eyes. And sexy as hell. We chatted about how much, and I suggested --- well, let's get enough so we don't run out if we want more. I gave him the $$ and off he went. Part of me thought -- hummm, that was a scam and I would probably not see him again. Anyway, I was back on BBRTS in case I needed plan B. About 30 minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was my hot Latin guy. About 34, 5'8" dark eyes and a great mischievous smile. He came in, I locked the door and we began kissing passionately. Kissing is a must and a major turn on for me, and he was a GREAT kisser. He then showed me the T and asked if I was ready. "Of course". Now, I had not told him I had never slammed before. I was trying to play it cool and appear relaxed. As he started weighing the product he asked me how much. I had NO idea. So my reply was "what ever you normally do". Again, I did not want to appear to be novice. "Ok, let's do a 3.0". He prepped the points and said they were ready. That's when I told him well, this is my first time, so you will have to do me. He had a little concern, but said, that since I was a big bear, I would be ok. He put the tourniquet on, looked me in the eyes and asked if I was ready. "YES" "Now tell me if it burns at all". I was transfixed. Not afraid at all and watched intently. He was slow and gentle. The point registered and said "here goes". I watched carefully as it entered the crook of my arm. When finished, he released the tourniquet. And my life changed. The rush was fucking amazing. I went a foggy, had a little ringing in my ears, but no cough. The world seemed to be in a great foggy spin. He asked if I was ok. "Hell yes", and I dropped to my knees and started sucking on his 8" uncut cock. I could not get enough of it. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him slam himself. He looked deep into my eyes and said "I want to fuck you" And I immediately got up on the bed and he began fucking my hungry hungry hole. He was inside me for what seemed like hours. His cock was the perfect fit. It seemed to expand in my ass, filling me completely and happily. We had HOURS of hot sweaty sex. And a 2nd slam a few hours later. More on that later.

i think this has been touched on in other threads, but i don't think it has a dedicated thread of it's own, so thought i'd start one 🙂 Most of my experience with piss has been from Tops pissing up my ass, which is probably my favorite type of insemination from a Top on so many levels. i'm both a physical and psychological bottom, and am sexually wired in such a way that i want/need another guys presence in me. Of course, that is pretty typical of a bottom. All bottoms want cock, many more want cum, then some want piss too... and other still (waves hand) want pretty much whatever comes out of their Tops body deposited in their body by their Top. To me, that is the gay version of insemination and impregnation. On topic, one of the ways i have fanatsized about a Top putting His piss in me is with catheters. i have two particular fantasies i'd love to have as realities. One is a Top placing a catheter in my penis to empty my bladder of urine, then He attaches my catheter to one that He has placed in His cock. Both catheters have valves on them (i have this set up in my bathroom cabinet, i'm a nurse lol). After He attaches our catheters together, He then opens the valves and empties His bladder full of piss into mine, then closes the valves and disconnects, leaving me with a bladder full of His piss. The second is sleeping with a Top who has places a catheter in His cock and then connected it to a tube that He's fed deep into my rectum and gut. He uses an inflatable enema nozzle in me so there will be no leaks and then we sleep connected like that through the night. He has a valve and He can either open it during the night any time He needs to piss, or He can just leave it open and as His body produces piss during the night, i become His bladder.

My fat buddy stopped by again tonight, and he got my loads #3 and #4 in his ass. I believe he is just fine with me pozzing his ass😂

Had a very hot night in a hotel in London on Monday. I love hotels where you don’t need a key card to get up to the bedrooms, they are so good for anonymous hotel room meets. Monday night I was staying in a Holiday Inn Express. I was away with another guy from work, but we’d had an early morning and so after a few drinks we headed off to bed. I was horny. So needed some action but had drunk too much to be able to drive anywhere. So I cruised the apps. Straight away came up with a guy on Grindr, he said he could accommodate but I told him I couldn’t travel. Says he could come to me. His pics looked hot, a nice face pic and a great picture of his cock, soft but looked nice and thick, uncut with a great looking foreskin. Bushy pubes but that’s ok. I told him I was looking for a hotel pump & dump, told him the hotel and he said he said ‘Hot, up for that, you bb?’ ‘Yeah, absolutely’ I told him. ‘I’ll be there in 15 mins’ was his reply. I put the bolt lock out on the door, rest it against the frame and slowly turn the knob till it went in and was only just caught. That way when you push the door open the bolt will pop back in and the door shut itself. I’d set the room up, just one bedside light on, it was on a flexible stalk so I put it right close to the wall so it hardly gave any light. On the bedside table were a couple of bottles of poppers, a tube of lube, bottle of water and tissues. I put a towel on the bed, stretched my hole for a while working lube into me with my fingers, stretched to four fingers, wished I’d brought a dildo. After 10 minutes I knelt on the bed, arse up, waited. I could hear the lift when it ran, when it stopped at my floor, followed by footsteps in the corridor, my sense of hearing heightened by the silence in the room and the darkness. I huffed poppers each time I heard anyone, my heart pounding with excitement each time, but they all walked on past. This happened five or six times, so I was pretty popperd up by the time one didn't walk by and pushed the door open. He saw me, my lubed hole glistening at him. 'Fucking nice' he muttered. I heard him kick his shoes off, his belt clink and trousers slide down, the change in his pocket jangled. He told me to suck his cock, get it wet he said. He was hard, dripping, under his foreskin was really musky, he smelled of a day of man sweat, not BO, just manly. ‘Back on your knees’ he told me, I grabbed some lube as I turned and slathered it on my hole, took deep breaths of poppers as he grabbed my thighs and put his cock to my hole. I gasped as his cock head opened me up, it hurt as it always does first time, told him to wait. ‘Take it, slut’ he told me as he pushed deeper. So more poppers. Head spins. Put my head down onto the pillow, strangers bare cock invading my guts, poppers adding to the head rush that I was getting from the excitement. Pain became bearable, enjoyable actually. His knob hits my prostate, like a shock, my cock jumps and my arse clenches. His bushy pubes are suddenly against my arse cheeks, he holds there a moment before pulling out, then back in, starting the fuck. 'Got 3 day load for you slut' he told me, 'not gonna pull out'. That suited me, I wanted his seed in me. Deep inside, not wasted on my back! More poppers. I reached to my hole, I so love to feel my ring stretched around a cock shaft, to feel the guys balls, caress them, imagine I’m coaxing them to unleash their load into me. His cock shaft was smooth, slippery with my spit, lube, arse juices. He pushed me down onto the bed, spreading my legs wider, laying on my back as he slowed his fucking. He held my body to his, growled into my ear 'nice arse, gonna stretch it well before I breed it'. He pulled out and made me turn over, pulled me to the edge of the bed, legs up, ankles on his shoulders as he was standing. Rams his cock deep into me, savagely, holds my thighs to him, he's sweating, I'm wet too, he starts to fuck like a train. I feel the whole length of his cock travel in and out through my sphincter. The lube was drying and I felt my arse being pulled in and out with his thrusts. I spit on my hand and try to wet his cock. He’s hitting my prostate every thrust, hard, I think I'm about to cum, don’t cum, on the edge all the time. He rams deep. ‘Cumming’ he cries, makes three, four, five deep hard thrusts then stops, holds himself in me. My arse feels wet. He pulls out, like a shot I'm around, his cock in my mouth, fucking loving the tastes, cleaning everything from him, tongue under his foreskin, lick round his sweaty balls. ‘Thanks slut’ he tells me, pushing me off him. I watch as he puts his jeans on, he's commando so he has to fold his still semi hard cock and push it into his jeans to button up. Slides his feet into his shoes, grabs my head, kisses my mouth, tongue deep inside, then he's gone, the door latches behind him. I kneel on the bed, reach to my hole, gather some cum that's leaked, lick it from my fingers. Love the taste in my mouth from his cock, my arse, his cum. Then poppers. Grindr. Message from guy. 'Can't accom, can u?' he says. 'Bareback pump & dump in hotel?' I ask. 'Which hotel?' he asks. I tell him hotel, room number, tell him he can go straight to the lift and come up. '10 mins' he tells me. Less than 10 minutes later I'm on my knees, popperd up when someone pushes the door open and light floods the room...

Last weekend an Asian bottom that I've loaded a few times was in town: he'd organised a gang-bang that I couldn't make so he sent me this photo of the check marks on his ass that each of the tops that had fucked a load into him had left behind... https://assets.s3xstatic.com/bz/uploads/monthly_2019_10/1193678394_slut-1.thumb.jpeg.05070e53839268cec5d25f95d3ecc9b3.jpeg ... he asked me whether I'd like to make a donation on the Monday morning, and being the generous sort, I was definitely keen on obliging him https://assets.s3xstatic.com/bz/uploads/emoticons/default_smile.png I showed up at his hotel first thing and when he opened the door to his room, he already just had his jock on (ass out) and long socks. So we got started right away with him blowing me in my business suit while I fingered his hole. He is an attractive 29yo, and just loves to bottom - his hole was fairly tight despite the fucking that it had taken over the weekend (20 loads on Saturday alone!) - and I really enjoyed rimming it: smooth, clean and perky are what I look for in an ass ... and he certainly my type. I stripped and we moved to the bed, where continued to rim him and lick his back. He arched his hole onto my dick and I slide inside: slowly at first and then rammed it all the way as I was super turned on. He flinched a bit, so I withdrew ... rimmed him a bit more, and then went back inside to fuck him some more. He has a fantastic hole that really slides up and down on your cock ... so we spent time enjoying ourselves with him sometimes fucking himself on my cock and other times me fucking/rimming him (I love switching between those two). I eventually had him on his back with his legs spread wide as I wanted to see his face as I came inside his ass - was totally hot as his eyes rolled back and his ass muscles contracted while I shot my load. I'll see him when he next comes to town - he is the kind of guy you always want to play with https://assets.s3xstatic.com/bz/uploads/emoticons/default_wink.png

I love black cock too. My first black cock was when I was 18 almost 19. I am 5’5” and 130 lbs. he was 6’3” 210 all muscle with a 10”cock. I really liked him and wanted to date him. He was 35 at the time and poz. He said he wouldn’t date a neg guy and wouldn’t fuck me either. I was 18 at the time and needed dick constantly. I really wanted his. I worked him for about two months. I begged him to breed me. He finally gave in and I was pregnant a few months later. He did end up dating me for 5 years. His cock was so beautiful I couldn’t get enough. I think that’s why I have always loved black cock. It’s what made me.

So obviously anything with Group action from Treasure Island or even an early one from SX Orgy which is good

CHAPTER THREE THE WEREWOLF A pulled myself together as I watched people pass by, looking right at me. I had tears in my eyes as I mentally contemplated my fate. My hole was throbbing with pain and felt like It was gaping. I tried to stay calm as my mind was screaming at me that I just let two anonymous men infect me with HIV. My mind was saying go, get in my truck and drive to the “big city” hospital and get treatment, but my cock, balls, and my hole was saying go find the werewolf. Taking a deep breath and forcing my legs to move, I started walking further in the maze. I was hunting werewolf now. The people in the maze were invisible to me. My cock was throbbing against my leg and I didn’t care who or what could see it. The more I walked the more I got lost in the maze. I turned a corner and there stood the werewolf! He was covered head to toe with a thick dark fur, which covering a muscle body. The closer I got, I realized that the fur was his own. His face was covered too and he was wearing a mask. The only fabric covering his body was a loincloth and it was rising quickly. A deep growl suddenly escaped his lips as I got within a few feet. “Trick or treat faggot!” He growled I grabbed him and pulled him into the stalks. Once out of site I turned and bent over lifting my shirt. “Eager to get a third infectious load” I waited. I had accepted my fate. It wasn’t long before his spongy cock head was sliding up and down my crack. He would pause when it met my hole then slid on. Without warning one of the crossing of my hole, he pushed in deep. I took a deep breath and pushed back. This time there was no pain and no scream. With each drive into my hole, I pushed back. He fucked hard and fast. I could feel his nut sack slapping my ass as he fucked me. I rubbed my cock through my jeans, causing it to leak. “You’ve accepted your fate faggot?” I moaned loudly, not caring if we were caught. “We know how to handle faggots like you in this town” He continued to fuck be, groaning and moaning almost growling like a true werewolf. I could hear his cock in my hole with the first two loads. I closed my eyes as I squeezed my hole around his cock. I was determined to milk his infectious load out of his balls. The more he fucked me the more I rubbed my cock. It was leaking a lot. I could feel my balls tightening. I was getting close. “Damn even after that thick cock on the scarecrow opened your hole, squeegeeing it makes it tight again” He grabbed my hips and fucked me harder and faster, as I rubbed my cock head. It wasn’t long and I pasted the point of no return and I started shooting my load down my pant leg. “Hot fucking damn” he yelled, “your fucking shooting your load cuz your hole is pulsing” The cum shot out of my piss slit and I could feel it running down my leg, soaking into my jeans. “Your hole is driving me fucking crazy” A big spot was forming on my jeans as my cum soaked in. “Want my toxic cum?” I squeezed my hole again around his cock. “Fuck yeah” he replied He picked up speed and was driving his cock in deep. I focused on my hole since my cock had gone sensitive. Usually when I cum, that’s it, I’m done. So I concentrated on the pleasure his cock was giving my hole. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” He rammed his cock in and left it there as it pulsed and spit it’s deadly seed deep in my insides. I could hear his howling and imagined him lifting his head towards the moon to howl. “Got another strain to mutate with the other two!” I squeezed my hole around his cock as he slid out. “Your next fuck is from the Skeleton” I heard the stalks crack and rustle as he moved away. I didn’t even look to see where he went, I just stood up and left out hiding place and moved on to find the Skeleton.

Chapter 11; *Gono Stud starts the HIV conversion* As we rocked together he spoke in a quiet, controlled, and authoritative tone; - That's your cunt's virginity gone then PiG. - Oh Fuck Yeah. Oh Fuck Yeah. You feel so fucking GREAT inside me. Oh Fuck. I NEED your cum! GIVE it to me. - Now LISTEN to me VERY carefully PiG-boi. You are now being fucked by somebody who has AIDS with an extremely high Viral-Load of 6.6 Million copies of the HIV virus. I am HIGHLY infectious. Gonnorhoea which you have seen I have, and many of my friends who are here tonight do too, dramatically increases the risk of HIV transmission to that of a pretty much guaranteed certainty. PLUS, your NEG cunt is already bleeding, and it is only the beginning of the night. The open wounds already inside your beautiful soft velvet boi-cunt that feels so fucking GREAT wrapped tightly around my AIDS Dick will give instant access to your system. If I came inside you now with my nasTy diseased cum, you'd be infecTed immediately for sure with my HIV and Hep C viruses. Is that what you really want you nasty sluT? As he finished speaking he growled into my ear. Was he saying all of this as a last moment warning; That we could stop fucking now if I wanted to? Not at all. He was merely enjoying getting off on his power over me. His diseased Dick was impaled inside of me as deep as it could be, and I now badly wanted his death-seed to infecT me. He knew that! He would NOT be pulling out until he was finished with flooding my NEG guts. His nasty power tripping talk had turned me on so much that it actually took my breath away to the poinT of being forced to take in short breaths and pant shallow grunts out to get any air, so I couldn't even speak a reply. [ Is that what you really want you nasty sluT? ] My fasT evolving inner greedy PiG answered for me, with my cunt muscles involuntarily massaging his HIGHLY charged Death-Dick as I lay into his shoulder, eyes shut, mouth open, groaning, with my Meth/GHB sweat continuing to make my body wet and slippery. - I see. Your cunT had told me all I need to know. You fucking PiG. SPEAK to me you sluT. - Yes Sir. I was so extremely intoxicated on my drug high, being impaled on precum/gono leaking diseased Death-dick, and having my gaunt yellow eyed wasted stud repeatedly grunt as he perversely groped my slippery sweaty torso, hands grabbing and sliding, that a 'Yes Sir' or 'No Sir' was all I could muster at this precise moment. This PiG was deep in his clutches! - Are you ready right now to accept HIV into your system. Once it is there, it's there for life! - Yes Sir. - Fuck YEAH. Good boy ... And you want to go home after this parTy HIV Neg? - No Sir. - Oh FUCK YES! You are such a fucking sluT. You are going to get infecTed right now!! Remain kneeling, and push your arms out in front of you facing down on the stage as far as they will go. With my arms now stretched out in front of me the top of my head was forced into the position of resting in a pool of piss on the stage floor as my Gono-AIDS stud took a firm grip of my hips, and began to assault my cunt with a rough fast fuck. It didn't take long as after a few short minutes I could hear his breathing becoming erratic and feel his grip on my hips become tighter. He took one final hard stroke, a short grunt, tensed up, and fell still and silent. I could actually feel his diseased Dick inside me pulsating. - Fuck YEAH, look at Todd's AIDS anus twitch each time he squirts his deadly-dirTy cum inside that nasty PiG. - Fucking HOT mate! He'll be getting my unmedicated load tonight too, don't you worry. For the first several seconds of his ejaculation, Todd, aka; Gono-stud, was silent, as though he was trying to hold in a noise he didn't want to make, and then out it came. He grunted and growled like a wild beast. Maybe the drugs were playing tricks on my ears, but it didn't sound very human like. Once he was completely spent he told me to come back into the upright kneeling position how I was earlier when we were rocking in unison, to which we now returned, but this time my bleeding cunt was full of t☢️xic and fast replicating virus! 😈 My FIRST ever Fuck, and it was extremely high risk; Firstly, cuts were made earlier around my anus. Then my cunt flesh was brushed with a toothbrush twice until it bled. Several guys dug their sharp jagged fingernails into my cunt flesh. And then Barebacked by an AIDS stud with an Active Gono infection, and a HIV viral load of 6.6 Million copies. Still impaled deep inside of me Todd spoke again in his quiet, controlled, and authoritative tone; - You're a nasTy Whore! Leaning back into his shoulder, groaning, feeling extremely turned on, yet feeling confused I uttered; - I love how your toxic cum burns my cunT, S6AT6A6N. He looked up at the 'Silent Stranger', and chuckled. as though the pair of them knew something that no one else in the room did. - Oh Stevie-boy, what is your altered state making you pick up on hey. I think it is high time you cleaned me up. He finally withdrew his PA pierced Dick which was heavily coated with my NEG cunt blood, and came to join me on the stage. But before he even reached me, there was someone else already fucking me. - Look what you have done to my Dick. It's drenched in your bloody-cunt juice. Lick it up faGGot. I tried my best to lick him clean, but it proved to be difficult as the new guy fucking me was aggressive with my cunT which kept jolting me forwards. After he shot his load I took the opportunity to try and clean up my bloodied mess, and managed to successfully lick my Gono-Stud's Dick for about 10 seconds when once again I was being jolted forwards. Guy number two was also showing no mercy. - Nevermind PiG. Leave that for now. Open your mouth as wide as you can, and look up at me. As I looked up, I was hit in the face by Todd's hot steaming piss. He was aiming for my mouth, and was a pretty good aim, as most of it went into my mouth, and I done my very best to drink as much of it as I could. That is another thing I had never done until tonight; Drink piss! After a few gulps I felt the second guy who had just cum slap my ass cheek, and in went guy number three, who without lube nor pause began to aggressively pound away at my cunT that was on it's way to becoming very sloppy by the end of the night. Three loads of HIV cum buried deep inside ~ Already a VERY good start! 🐷

Chapter 10; *The Silent Stranger* - What's p☣️z-cum mean? *Goodness, now naive was I* - Cum loaded with the HIV virus PiG. And mine has PLENTY. Viral-load 6.6 million copies as of 6 days ago. As said, the thought of this situation had always scared me to the poinT of always overly protecting myself. And the horny t☢️xic potenT Men involved I would ALWAYS AVOID! My brain processed his question and his answer to my question, then, something very strange happened ~ A switch inside me had just flicked. There was a new Steven in charge. I arched my firm, round, NEG and very well PrEP'ed ASS out to this wonderful extremely toxic stud; - I am ready Sir. - Ready for what? - Ready for your poz-cum, Sir. - You have to be more explicit than that if you want what is good for you, Fag-boi. And if you are as ready as you say you are, you will BEG! He knew how to play this new PiG in town, teasing me, working me up into a slutty-pig-frenzy, to a point where I would be completely begging for it. No one else was touching me at this poinT. Just enjoying watching on as they stroked their slabs of t☢️xic meaT. I now was really NEEDING, and desperately, to get my Virgin NEG-Ass fucked; - PLEASE Fuck me Sir with your BARE Dick, and fill me up with your p☣️z-cum. Load my cunt up with your nasTy diseased viral filth. I NEED a damn good hard fucking pounding! All the while during our dialogue he wasn't looking at me, his head was bowed down as he rubbed over and over my cunT-hole with his Gonnorhea pus laden Dick Glans / PA. I was so turned on in my deep pig-pit, that I uttered a phrase I never thought I would, which was followed with jeering encouragement from other parTy goers; - InfecT me with your HIV ~ Give it to ME .... Sir! - Yeah go on, stick it to the PiG. He has ASKED for it. - Fuck yeah, it's time this FaG got fucked up real GOOD ~ FUCK him!! - Yeah go on Todd, give that nasTy PiG EVERYTHING that you have got buddy. All these jeers filled me with excitement, and even more depraved sick lust. Everyone in this room seemed to want the same thing, including me. It was completely twisTed, and totally fucked up. As I continued to sweaT and breathe heavily, groan very loudly, and get completely lost in the moment, I suddenly felt this dark energy come close to me. It was then that missing Dick number 100 made it's presence known. The individual got onto the stage, stood with their back against the wall so we could see who it was. Well, almost. The new arrival had a very broad and muscular physique, with beautiful Arabian looking skin. I looked downwards and was stunned by the sheer size of his Dick. I have never seen anything like it, in real life or on porn. I would later on here in my stay in Boston come to learn that it measured in at a whopping 13" in length, and 9" in girth. It was literally just Ginormous!! His upper body shape, skin colour, and ridiculous Dick size seemed to fit in with the description of my daytime boss 'Ayan'. But was it him? I am certain it was, but I could not tell because two features I'd usually check out were covered. I couldn't see his face as he was wearing a rubber hood. There were several very small perforated holes where each eye was, so he could see out, yet at the same time still keep his identity a mystery. I couldn't see his hands as they were covered with tight fitting rubber gloves that went up to just past the elbow. These gloves had deep red shiny metal studs all over that looked exactly like sharp Rose-Thorns. He was also wearing Leather chaps, and German army boots. His heavily worked out chest sported a big, bright brown and green with red specks Scorpion tattoos, one on each pec. His nipples were under large suction cups. He stood eerily still. No movement. No sound. I would for now know him as the 'Silent Stranger'. My Gono stud continued his mission. He reached for the toothbrush he had inside his sock and slid it back inside my 'aching for t☢️xic-Dick NEG-cunt', and it got another firm brushing. I could feel it doing it's job, and like those digging in with their jagged nails I pushed back, and down. He took the brush out; - Oh fuck yeah, what a beautiful load of NEG cunt blood we have here Stevie-boy. Here, look at this. He pushed his arm forward towards my eye view. FUCK ... Much more blood now compared to when ''Boss'' gave me a brushing earlier. Did it scare me? No. If anything it turned me on even more. Knowing that all these twisted horny t☢️xic fuckers were getting to permanently infecT this piece of uncontaminated fresh meat, as they USED and abused me in the process to meet all of their exact sick and depraved needs. The toothbrush went back inside his sock, and he positioned his SUPER-toxic Dick at my cunt entrance. A small push, and IN went the PA and Glans part to his Dick. My entire body shuddered in a combination of euphoria, lust, and my sixth sense knowing that after this moment, my life would completely change! - FUCK, YES Sir, Fuck me, PLEASE FUCK me. He wasn't going to argue, and in one very hard stroke (without the use of any lube, not even any spit) he impaled his HIGHLY-contagious Dick balls deep, slamming DEEP inside my guts. I grunted as I jolted forward with every single nerve in my entire body repetitively firing off tiny little electric shocks. He slowly withdrew all the way right to the poinT where only half the Glans part of his Dick was inside me, then, he SLAMMED inside me again. He repeated this several times, then told me to go from the all fours position I was in, to kneeling straight up. His body was now close to mine, and his lips were right by my ear. We fucked in perfect unison as my hips rocked very slowly up and down and his hips rocked very slowly in and out. Very small rocking movements, so his Dick was basically fully impaled the entire time, yet still managing to be fucking.

Had a smoky sex encounter today after work. A fat ole cigar bear I know stopped by for some fucking. He's short, maybe 5-6", and 260 at least. Big black beard and hairy belly. He ate my hole for a good 20 minutes before giving me his fat 7" cock raw. He says he's negative but has no problems always breeding me bare. I loved rubbing that hairy belly as he smoked and fucked, and he finally shot after 30 minutes of slow fucking. I was still hard as hell and he let me rub my cock in his crack for the first time. We were on our sides spooning, with me pushing back and forth on his crack, and somehow HE lined his hole up and my cock entered his hole. He moaned a bit, and pushed back so my cock got buried in him. Not one to question an opportunity, I fucked his tight hole and right before I came I asked him if he was sure he wanted it, and he just nodded yes. I picked up my pace and nutted so hard it took my breath away. I stayed inside him, and after a bit of napping, I got hard again still inside him and fucked a second nut into him. He showered and left. Couldn't tell how he was feeling about it all, but I don't care as I fucking loved it.

I was once sucking a guy off at a gloryhole. With his dick still hard he just started pissing. No warning, and he told me to swallow it all of course, I did

Chapter Four: ~ The INVITE As soon as I had left Aiden's sordid apartment, he got to sending out the invite via the electronic mailing list for Friday night's event. With his Stevie as the main attraction! 😈 It read as follows; <><><><><><><><> New arrival of our latest Friday night club Dancer. Here from Europe for several months for work, so, plenty of time to see this new boy in town. However, this Friday night will be your opportunity to see him, USE him, and corrupt him with your t☢️xic filTh, as he really is untouched. You don't want to miss this once in a life time opportunity to see him go from sweet young man, to a dirTy nasTy PiG! 🐽💦 Some information of interest; He is a Top, and I have very good reason to believe his statement that he is Dom Top and thus has never ever been fucked. He has a boyfriend back home whom he is fiercely loyal to, and has made it clear he doesn't want anyone to touch him during or after his performance. We have a few strategies in place to ensure that when he begins his Dancing, he will be intoxicated, and his usual morals will not be present. Many of you I know will LOVE to hear he is also HIV Neg, and will love to be the one that knocks him up. As always, please remember private party rules that you must allow the performer to at least perform for 30 minutes, and, absolutely NO condoms are permitted. Reserve your tickets the usual way. Tickets available until midday on the day of performance. Fridays party will begin from 10pm until 6am, with performance beginning at 10.30pm. On this occasion there will also be an After-Party, from 7.30am until 11.30am, for which tickets will be available to reserve at the same time as main party tickets. A sluT in the making! (See photo attached of Friday night's naive performer). <><><><><><><><> As it turned out, I was BIG in demand. ALL tickets for the main event, and the After-Party had been snapped up by 1pm the following day (Thursday). A full house of 100 horny Men, plus their performer, and host; Aiden. Thursday soon came and went. It was an enjoyable day at work as I settled in, and met new people, and generally familiarized myself with my new work-home for the next half a year. That evening my boyfriend Lew and I again video chatted. I told him I had already found by chance ( or was it orchestrated fate 😈 ) a GoGo-Boi gig. I told him I had made it very clear where my loyalties lay, and he had nothing to worry about. I knew he would probably be worrying a little bit, especially as this was our first time apart in 4 years. After we spoke I got to thinking about my daytime boss 'Ayan', and how I yearned to have him fuck the life out of me, and spray his load deep in my guts. What was going on with me? Then I got to thinking about what that Puerto Rican guy Nesto had said to me about it being a tough crowd. Even though I did not know what that exactly meant, it put me on edge, and I began to get a little agitated, which is unlike me. I checked his number to see if he was on the chat App I use, and he was. I messaged him saying that I would like to take him up on his offer of having something to take the edge off; - Hey Nesto, it is Steven here. We met lastnight, I am over from England. I am beginning to feel nervous. What do you have that I can take? I saw he read my message immediately. But, he wasn't responding. I kept checking my phone every 30 seconds for about 10 minutes, and, nothing! I started to feel anxious, nauseous, and sweaty, so though, hey, let's take my evening shower. As I washed I instead of just washing my asshole, rinsing, and then be done with it, I washed, rinsed, then, probing commenced, with a finger finding its way inside. I gasped. Oh my goodness. It feels so GREAT. Why have I never done this to myself before. I was soon washed, dried, and in my sleep gear when I thought I would check my messages again. A couple from my man 'Lew', and several from 'Nesto'. My heart pounded. I headed straight for Nesto's set of messages; - Hey sluT. - Don't worry about what I will give you. It will help you put on a better show, and your audience to ENJOY you so MUCH M☢️RE! - Just make sure you have some fizzy pop in. And be ready to leave for your show before I arrive. - I will arrive at 8pm. You will need to leave at 9pm if you are to be there for 9.30pm. How did he know I had to be there for 9.30pm? He must know Aiden! 😈 - Give me your address PiG. - And sleep well. You will NEED your rest tonight! - N What did he mean by that. That I will need my rest tonight? I messaged my 'Lew', and soon was in bed, sleeping for the last working day of the week. My main job anyway Was I about to lose my virginity tomorrow night? My intuition told me that this was very much on the cards, yet, I found myself brushing it to one side, and to get on with the day on hand; Work during the day, and Dance for 1 hour at night. Surely that would be it. Right?

Hairy men and innocent twinks are my current go to

My first anonymous load came when I was at university (I was maybe 19) at a masked halloween party. I was dancing with some guy when he took me by the hand to a side room. There he fucked me up against a wall. I have no idea what he looked like let alone who he was, and I never found out.

Of fuck, I found that incredibly hot! Can't hardly wait to read the rest of your story!

Love that t is a man's best friend. Had a cocky condom nazi top come over thinking he would nail me, dumb fuck even brought over his own stash of condoms. After I showed him the joys of smoking a big fat bowl I was grinning as his dick started to shrivel up to his panic. He then begged me to fuck him and even forced the condom on my cock, didn't matter though. A few minutes of dry rough fucking and the condom was tearing up inside him. Did my civil duty to inform him that maybe we should stop but the new cum pig just ripped the broken rubber off and demanded I don't stop.

I hate pubic hair! I have been shaving for years..

To a guy who is a big wig in the HIV prevention Dept for the City of Chicago.

Halloween Horror CHAPTER ONE THE GRIM REAPER Living in a small redneck town had more disadvantages then advantages! Everyone knows your fucking business and have no qualms about spreading it around, talking behind your back even when they are right in front of you and then there is the “I’ll just be an asshole to your face in front of everyone.” On all that trying to stay in the closet in a small town is damn near impossible, but when it comes out it rocks the town to its core. That’s what happened to me. You would think that these inbred rednecks would have known that a single man in his mid thirties who didn’t date was gay, but when they didn’t. It wasn’t until a plain brown package order ripped open a little and the mail woman saw the dildo I ordered, was when the talk started. I just said fuck them and did my normal routine and ignoring them just drove them crazy. The real fun shit started on Halloween night. I didn’t want to stay home and pass out candy to the breeders fucked up offspring, so I decided to go to the next town over Halloween Haunted House and Maze. In my skin tight jeans, commando and showing off my large bulge, flannel shirt and boots I head over to the town 30 miles away. As I got out of my truck the seam in the ass of my jeans ripped. Other would say it was convenient, maybe in a different town or city yeah, but it was an inconvenience here. I was glad I had a spare shirt in the truck, dirty but would do the job since I was going to tie my flannel around my waist to hide the hole. I paid my way in and headed to the maze, I could hear screaming and laughing from all over the large dry corn field that was cut into a maze. I decided to go in and started to walk. That’s when I heard the voices. “It’s the faggot” one voice said “Got a hard cock for you to choke on” said another The unseen men voiced insults and pretty obscene sexual harassment. I laughed at the insults and my cock grew harder with the sexual stuff. It was hard to hide the eight inch throbbing cock down my leg, but I didn’t care. I must have taken a wrong turn because I was at a very dark dead end. As I turned to backtrack, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into the corn stalks. “I got what you need” the figure dresses as the grim reaper said. He guided my hand to his crotch, where I felt his hard cock through his costume. It was thick and at least nine inches. His free hand was rubbing my ass under my flannel shirt and almost instantly found the rip and started to exploit it. “Yeah, heard you fags were more prepared than a scout” he said as his finger found my hole. He pushed me slightly forward at the waist and I went along with it. His thick dry finger pushed against my hole, scratching the soft flesh. I pushed back and felt his finger slide in and the finger nail scratching my flesh. I bit my lip, but ignored the pain. I was horny and this was more than just me stroking and riding fake cocks for my sex life. He lifted my shit up, exposing my gaping jeans and exposed hole with his finger deep inside. He slowly fingered my hole and using his nail to scratch my insides as he fingered me. “Got to get you ready for the tricks and the treats in the maze” I just stared out into the darkness. It wasn’t long until he pulled out his finger and spit in his hand, then rubbed it on my hole. I braced my hands against my thighs and waited. I stood felt the head of his cock pushing at my hole. I took a deep breath and my hole gave, allowing him to push his cock balls deep with one thrust. I scream loudly from the pain. “Scream all you want faggot, no one cares here in the maze” Grabbing my hips he started to ram his cock in and out of my holes. It was tougher than I fuck myself with the dildos. My hole was slowly adjusting from his assault and the pain quickly turned to pleasure. “Trick or treat faggot” he asked between his breathes. “Treat” I said “Fuck no faggot you are getting a trick” He pulled his cock completely out and rammed it balls deep over and over. I felt my precum oozing out of my piss slit, running down my leg. “Soon you will have my trick” I pushed back meeting his hips! “Hell faggot, you might think it was a treat” He rammed in and held his cock deep in me. I could feel the cum pulse through his shift with my ass ring. “Take that load!” He yelled, “you cum loving faggot” I had never felt pleasure like that fuck that I just experienced. “Love fucking faggots and passing along the gift” I was clueless then about the gift. As he pulled out he said: “Find the scarecrow” I heard the rustling of the corn and as I turned to see who just took my hole, I could only see darkness.

Daddy Issues Hey everyone... first post here. Definitely happy I found this place- haven’t really found an alternative for people sharing stories, especially pertaining to this sort of subject matter. Loosely based on a series of encounters many years ago, but ones that I think back to a good amount. Decided to write about it. I was probably 21 or 22 at the time. Names, events, and descriptions have been modified for fun and because I can’t remember everything anyway. I hope some of you enjoy it. -- My stomach felt hot; the type of warmth that twists your gut on an empty stomach with nerves. And despite the beads of sweat dripping down my face, the rest of me was freezing. Standing outside the townhouse unit, bundled up in an oversized maroon hoodie and a pair of baggy black jeans, my hands were crossed and tucked under my armpits, teeth chattering as I waited in the chilly doorway. Even in the dark I could see the steamy clouds of breath with each exhale, and the gentlest draughts sent shivers across the sheet of sweat forming on my face. I was beginning to wonder if this had been a bad idea. It wasn’t that I minded the cold; the cold and I usually got along. But it was distinctly sobering. And the buzz from earlier was beginning to subside, leaving room for the more sensible parts of my brain to enter. And they were beginning to suspect that I was perhaps biting off more than I could chew. The cum threatening to leak out of my hole also raised a good point. My ex, Sam, had been especially rough today. Was I really up for more after that? Shouting at me while he fucked me like a ragdoll, twisting my sensitive nipples painfully until I arched my back and screamed, then stuffing his tongue down my throat as he emptied into my guts and practically threw my clothes at me afterwards... Sam and I... had issues. But he was also my main and only connection. And he liked the money while I liked to party—sometimes even with him. And our openness with one another tended to increase as a function of tina. Like I said—issues. Mercifully, I was spared further self-reflection when the door clicked and creaked open, revealing a firmly built father-figure who stood a solid six inches taller than me. I would have guessed him at roughly six foot two. “Sinking feeling?” I recited from adam4adam, smiling loosely, head crooked off to the side slightly. A grin spread across his face. “Just Chris is fine,” he greeted. “Daniel, right?” I nodded. “Come on in,” he invited, stepping off to the side as the door swung ajar. The contrast couldn’t have been more pronounced as I moseyed on by him. Aside from being substantially taller, Chris was large; broad-shouldered with the beginnings of a healthy paunch. He had the type of body that was once very built but had succumbed to a desk job and too much beer in later life. Atop his head, fiery red hair dotted with grey formed a halo around an emerging bald spot. There was lingering hesitation. But it was also cold and I very much wanted to find some warmth. The husky, broad build attached to the heavy voice was also something of a weakness of mine. So with all this in mind I muted Jiminy and stepped in past the threshold. The instant the door shut I found myself engulfed. Thick, fuzzy arms wrapped themselves around my chest, pulling me close to the grey button-up that draped loosely over the muscle-bear’s torso. Gasping, possibly on cue or as a reflex, I leaned into the embrace and craned my head up, parting my lips as his mouth pressed down on me and pushed his thick tongue inside. Meanwhile, one great big paw found my ass and squeezed my left cheek through the cold fabric, making me jump. He seemed pleased by this—as he pulled away, his face was bright with mischief. “Thanks for coming. I’m glad you could make it,” he growled. “Thanks for having me,” I responded sheepishly. “I’m glad I could come too.” He smirked. “Come on. We’re upstairs,” he instructed, grasping my hand as he lead me up the steps. As he pulled I had to hurry a bit to keep up. Passing the first door on the left, we scurried to the second, at which point Chris shoved it open and pulled me inside. The ceiling lights had been turned off; only the lamps in the corner and on the bedside table were lit, giving the room a dim ambiance. Immediately my eyes glanced to the nightstand- where a pair of old-fashioned glasses sat, their smooth edges catching the low light of the bedroom, making the red of the drink inside blush a deep crimson. Adjacent to it, a pair of syringes nestled together conspicuously. And below, a bag of crystals rested beside glass pipe and a little blue pill. At the sight of the needles, my heart began to pound. “It’s all right there,” I murmured. There was that doubt again. Was this a good idea. It wasn’t much of a question. But it might be a fun idea, I argued, and in many ways that was far more compelling. Either oblivious to my uncertainty or electing to move past it, Chris was already retrieving the glasses. Smiling welcomingly, he offered one. “It’s G. And Gatorade. You said you’ve done G?” I nodded, and reached out to accept. “Yeah. Thanks,” I murmured. Admittedly, I kind of hated G but declining felt rude. And anything to take the edge off sounded good so I smiled politely and braced for the worst. Nodding, he raised his glass. “Cheers,” he said, then clinked and chugged it back in one great gulp with what I assume was the Viagra, inviting me to follow suit. Following his lead, I drank the poorly masked acrid flavour, downing it in two swigs. Grimacing as I set the cup down, I sunk down onto the bed and reached for my shoulders, peeling away the thick layers of clothing I’d come wrapped in. Wiping my damp face against the inside of the scratchy fabric as it slid past my smooth stomach, the hoodie pooled messily on the floor. Meanwhile, Chris licked his lips and undid his belt, pulling the leather strap from outside his jeans as his murky eyes watched me undress. As my pants and boxers fell down around my lightly haired legs, showing off my freshly shaven groin, I could feel the buzz on my skin from his eyes outlining me- tracing over my lithe form as he drew his mental image. Looking back at him, by comparison he was a giant- I was barely five foot eight, with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and what could readily be described as a pallid complexion. Where my face was clean-shaven conceal my years, he wore his time with pride. I had no illusions that he was likely close to lapping both my weight and age; if I was a hundred and forty pounds, I estimated Chris at around two sixty. Maybe more. In his forties, if adam4adam was to be believed. In truth, I’d been very surprised when he’d even responded. But then we started talking and he rather directly advised that I was his type. And he was definitely mine. And despite the remnants of tina from a cloudy overcast, I could feel my cock twitch in anticipation. As he sat down next to me, I could feel the bed sag around him, displacing the mattress such that I popped up a bit. Pulling me close, I could see that his pupils were dilated like mine. I smiled. “Been having fun?” I joked. “Yeah, but just by myself tonight,” he replied, then all but dragged me onto his lap. Turning me around to face him, he seemed delighted to find how pliable and malleable my light body was in his hands, and I eagerly bent into his touch. “I’m glad we could fix that,” I returned wanly. He let out a chuckle. Digging his fingers into the smooth face of my ass, he began to peel the globes apart, making me shiver as I leaned against his chest. Then a probing finger touched my wet entrance. He paused. “What’s this?” My heart skipped a beat. “Oh,” I responded nervously. Instinctively my body moved to pull back, but then one of his hands rose and it was futile- like a steel cable across my back, locking me in place. “That,” I said slowly, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry, “That would be my ex.” A moment of silence fell upon us. The hand digging into my pucker pulled back and I managed to wrestle my face to the side. From the corner of my eye I could see him looking at his paw, examining the sheen of translucent cum on the tip of his index finger. To my surprise, he licked it. “Hot,” he responded, then reached back down, gathering more of the viscous fluid that had just started to leak out slowly onto his jeans. Once satisfied, I felt the arm on my back ease up and he let me pull back, only to press the cum-soaked finger against my lips. My dick immediately sprang to life. “Was it any good?” he asked as my mouth accepted the offering, swirling the tongue around his fingertip as he watched me lap away Tom’s juices. As the finger left my mouth, I licked my lips. “It was... alright, I guess. Kind of rough.” “I see,” he returned softly. “You like rough?” My voice hitched. Oh if only you knew, my brain snickered. On the outside, my voice returned coyly, “Sometimes. Maybe. Depends on the other person.” “I see.” Then a pause. All I could really feel was his fingers stroking my back gently. I began to wonder if I’d done something wrong. “Chris?” I asked. “Are you sure about this?” he asked slowly, carefully. “Sure about what?” I echoed. And then suddenly I was facing the bedside table. Following his bicep to forearm to outstretched fingers, I spied the instruments from earlier—specifically the rigs. “This,” he clarified. Oh. That. My stomach knotted. I licked my lips. “I think so.” “Think?” he repeated. Heavy hands stroked my arm, soothing and warm. I nestled in closer, enjoying the arm around my waist. A moment passed. Then another. Words were suddenly tough. I opened my mouth to speak but everything snagged and I gave up, shutting my mouth as I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “Daniel...” he said gently, nearly making me jump. “It’s okay if you just want to smoke. We’re going to have a good time either way, right?” “I know but...” “But what?” he asked softly. Well, there it was; I wasn’t going to be allowed indecision here. And he had very graciously offered me a way out. My eyes wandered to the loaded pipe. The tina had melted into the lower hemisphere, giving it a pearly look. And in that pearly gloss there was something comfortably familiar to it. But as my gaze wandered back to the pair of syringes, all loaded and set aside for us, my heart pounded inside my chest. Excitement crept upon me. Sucking in a deep breath, I provided my answer before I could formulate a proper case against it. “I want to try it,” I admitted. “With you.” Chris stared at me for a good minute. Slowly, an eager smile spread across his face. “Good.” He almost sounded relieved. With the G beginning to hit me, a clumsy warmth had radiated outwards from my gut and sunk into the extremities where it settled. Messily, I shuffled off Chris’s lap, planting a kiss on his fuzzy cheek as I went. Rising from the bed, he gathered one of the syringes and looked around for a moment, brow furrowed in contemplation, before opening the drawer and retrieving a bright orange rubber strap and a pair of square swab packets. Settling down in front of me, kneeling to keep himself level, he tied the rubber band around my arm. “Make a fist.” Within a few moments, he’d found the vein. Tearing the packet with his front teeth, he wiped the faint bump with an alcohol swab and licked his lips, eyes narrowed in focus as the tip of the needle approached the raised flesh. “Let me know if it hurts. At all. Ok?” I nodded, sucking in a breath to brace myself. I didn’t like needles. Probably the main reason I hadn’t learned how to do this myself. Or done this. Well, that and Sam didn’t like them either. The prick through skin stung but only momentarily. Subsiding as quickly as it came, Chris glanced up at me, prompting me to shake my head. Nodding, he slowly he pulled back on the plunger, drawing a flash of blood. “Anything?” he asked. Once more I shook my head. “Good.” And then he pressed forward, unloading the chemicals into my arm. Wasting no time, he smoothly retracted the needle, placed a cotton-ball on the entry point, and released the orange band from my arm. “Arm up. Hold that. And lie back,” he instructed. Hand above my head, holding the ball in place as told, I sunk back onto the bed and wondered when it would hit me. It wasn’t long. Within maybe two seconds I could feel my skin flush, like I’d suddenly been plugged into the wall and electrocuted. Coursing over my arms, finding my chest and stomach, traveling down into my legs and toes, then all the way up my neck. Like a tingling, tickling fire the burning feeling built in my throat, rapidly reaching a fever pitch and I coughed hard, involuntarily releasing the cotton as I clutched my chest and heaved. With each retching gasp, pleasure ripped through my body, making me shake as I rode the wave. Above, Chris simply watched, smiling from ear to ear as I unraveled in front of him. Whether it was fifteen seconds or five minutes before I regained the ability to speak I do not know. What I do recall is what I said. “Holy fuck.” The remark was whispered as my hands moved on their own accord—up to my face, then down across my chest, and experimentally grazing my swollen nipples. Then they migrated south, detouring at my cock, exploring my twitching hole, and completing their lap by returning to my face. Everything twitched. My skin buzzed. And there was a ringing in my ears that made everything seem so close and far at the same time. “It’s... I can’t... oh my god...” I stammered, panting on the bed. In my head the apprehensions were melting away—reservations disappearing in a maelstrom of heat—leaving nothing but impulse, fantasy, and want. Everything felt like a good idea. Cum, piss, cocks, toys, fists, pain, humiliation- my mind jumped from idea to idea, pirouetting from scene to scene, electrified by the prospect of my current companion holding my hand as we delved into pig hell. Roaring through my mind, the need to be used like a fuck-toy all but raced through my head, liberated from its cage by the chemicals hijacking me. Peeling my hands away from my face, I turned to Chris. “It’s so much,” I whispered. To this, Chris chuckled, spotting his own vein as he aimed the syringe. “Just breathe, baby,” he instructed. “I’ll be there soon.” His cough was considerably less laboured. And as the strap fell away he began to undress, shucking his loose button-up over his shoulders, allowing me to see his powerful biceps and thick chest muscles that were loosely covered by red and gray hair. And, deliciously, a pair hairy armpits that reeked with sweat. Reflexively, I licked my lips. Then he began to remove his jeans, unfastening the button and sliding them past his hairy legs as he removed them with his boxers. He was already getting hard- between his legs sat a chubby cock, nestled in a patch of red hair and two huge, low-hanging balls. Resting his weight on his forearm, he settled on his side next to me. “So,” he asked, licking his fingers before pressing his hand against my chest. “How are you feeling?” The bass tones of his voice were lightened by amusement as his finger and thumb found one of my swollen nipples. Inhaling sharply as he rolled them between his heavy digits, I let out a yelp as he gave a quick squeeze. Finding my bearings, riding the exhilarating pleasure, I managed to suck in a lungful of air. “Amazing,” I breathed, rising from the bed, biting my lip as I took in his full naked body- from his huge hands to his growing dick, to the powerful centre that connected them all. Imagining my holes used like sleeves for every part sticking out of him—a human waste receptacle for his cum and piss. Someone’s boy to use. His boy to use. “Better than puffing it?” he teased, grinning from ear to ear. “Definitely,” I agreed. “Good,” he growled, pulling me close in a crushing kiss. Breathless as we broke away, I felt giddy. Suckling his neck, I moved in close, balancing myself on my knees around one of his resting thighs. I needed to taste him. Reaching gently for one of his arms, I touched the thin layer of fur, then lightly lifted it with his assistance above his head and dug my tongue into his hairy pit. With him palming the back of my head to pull me closer, I inhaled the heavy, musky smell and my body jolted with excitement. Lapping at the sweaty, salty, acidic flavour I drank greedily until there was nothing left and let out a pleading noise. Above, he chuckled throatily and released my face as the other arm rose in an invitation that I was happy to accept. Electing to not grip my head this time, his free hand found its way to my ass-cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to make me yelp as I continued to service him. Between the smooth globes his fingers crawled, teasing my hole as it traced the outside, gathering the leaking cum. Shifting my weight, I arched my back, inviting the finger for closer inspection. Still slightly slick with Sam’s load, his ring finger pushed onwards roughly, making every nerve tingle. But all I could think was more. “Please,” I begged. “Please what, boy?” he teased, extracting the intruding digit only to thrust it back inside. Pulling away from his pit, I looked at the heavy, hungry expression that had overtaken Chris’s initially welcoming features. Something distinctly dark had taken over his face—the same unhinged need the chemicals had unleashed in myself, but funneled through his want to control. My chest fluttered in delight. “I want you to use me,” I whispered. “To fuck me. To fill me.” Studying my face, all twisted with need, his dilated eyes narrowed slightly, his breathing soft and slow. “I’m gonna do a lot more than that, Daniel.” My breathing hitched. “I know,” I whispered. “I’m gonna ruin you,” he growled, burying his face in my neck, sucking the soft skin as he bit down. I let out a groan, feeling the skin tingle as his teeth sunk. Traveling up to my ear, he licked as he went, nipping my earlobe before settling his mouth just outside. I could hear his heavy panting and it made me crackle with excitement. “And you’d just let me, wouldn’t you,” he hissed, digging his finger deeper, coating it in Sam’s splooge, wriggling it to ease it in to the knuckle. “I bet you’d let a hundred guys fuck you if I wanted.” “And then some,” I agreed softly. “Two at a time even, all snug inside your little boy hole, just to make sure everyone’s served,” he growled as he pulled back only to slip his middle finger inside alongside, making sure I felt the stretching as his fingernail scraped against my insides. “As many as you’d want to fit,” I whimpered, revelling in the burn as he worked my hole. His voice made a rumble of appreciation. “Get that hole open, puffy, and swollen. Just oozing with cum,” he hissed, turning his fingers as he spoke. “Running down your legs in streams.” “Stuffing it back inside me with your hands,” I whispered, my heartbeat quickening as the words formed. “Shoving it into my guts with your arm. Cleaning every cock that blows inside me with my mouth.” Groaning, his fingers left my ass and were quickly shoved into my mouth. Nursing them, my tongue swirled around the faint taste of my juices mixed with the salty, musky flavour of Sam. All the while, his expression darkened, his teeth coming together. Glancing down, I saw his cock stood upright, thick veins bulging up every inch of the beer-can shaft, leading up towards a mushroom head leaking pre-cum. Pulling away from the fingers I sunk down, arching my back as my legs stretched to balance my body on my hands and knees. Up close I estimated him at approaching nine inches, maybe eight-and-a-half. Inhaling through my nose I took in the pungent aroma of dried piss mixed with sweat and his natural musky odour. Entranced, my mouth opened, drawing the head inside as my hand reached to grip the thick shaft. Making a noise of appreciation, he opened his legs a bit, running his fingers through my hair and resting them on the back of my head gently. Now, full disclosure—I am far from the best at blowjobs in the universe. And in many positions I frequently have trouble deep-throating. But in the moment, with the tina racing through me, I thought I could do anything and I found myself relaxing my jaw, easing the muscles and sliding down on him as best I could. It was somewhat successful. Letting out a groan as his head pressed my throat muscles, not quite unclenched enough or at the best angle for passage, his shaft slipped and slid along my wet mouth. My glands were working overtime, pumping out saliva as I dragged my tongue from trunk to top, swirling around his glans as I came up. Up and down I went, swallowing the excess spit as his hand guided me with gentle pressure. “Wait,” he grunted. Popping up for air, I awaited further instruction as he released my head and pointed to my crotch. “Bring that ass here,” he ordered. Obediently, I turned around, balancing on my hands and knees. Setting my legs around his thick torso, his back sunk into the mattress. Shuffling along until my mouth was lined up a perfect forty five degree angle with his cock and my ass stood above his pecs, his hands reached up, gripping my ass-cheeks hard as he spread them wide. The bed creaked—reacting to him rising—and I lowered my open mouth back onto his cock as his face pushed into my crack, beard scratching the inside of my cheeks as he dug in. Locked in his powerful grip, I inhaled through my nose, relaxing my throat as I measured the angle and aligned myself accordingly. And then I went slid down, feeling his cock brush against the back of my gullet. Easing up further, the entrance opened, allowing him to push past my throat muscles with a slight raise of his hips as I buried my nose in his pubes. Letting out of a guttural groan as I took him to the root, I could feel the sound vibrate against my ass, making me tingle with anticipation as my throat worked his massive rod. Meanwhile, he paused momentarily to stare at my just-leaking hole, before his wide tongue gave one long, slow lick against my puckered opening, sending shivers up my spine as I fucked my face on him. “Fucking hot hole,” he growled, then dug in, all but mashing his face into me. Scratching around my hole with his beard in the best way possible his thick tongue plunged into the load left by Sam. Sucking and slurping, making my ass as wet as he could as he sought depth I lost focus, tingling from end to end, and pulled up involuntarily to nurse his head. Below, his hips bucked. Right. Refocusing despite the warmth and tingling in my hole, I relaxed once more, breathing through my nose as I took him down. Pulling away from my hole for just a moment, he gave my ass a slam. “Tastes so good,” he rumbled, then dug back in. Slick with spit, acclimatizing to the motion and high as a kite, I got bolder. Pulling all the way up his head, I’d spend a moment focusing there, then lower myself and push past the throat muscles, holding him down as I swallowed around him. Then repeat. Following this rhythm, he’d dig hard, using his index and middle fingers to pry me open as he tried to stuff his whole tongue up my ass. Then as I came up he’d pull back, lapping at the salty cum, spit, and ass-juices that he’d displaced. Punctuating with the odd nip or bite against my cheeks, or stinging slap against my ass, we continued like this for several minutes—maybe five, maybe ten, it’s hard to say. Our cadence was broken by him pushing my waist off his body. “Get up,” he instructed. Pulling my mouth away from his cock, I looked over my shoulder. Face red, he was breathing was hard. “I want you to sit on it.” Crawling forward, I straddled his lap as he sat up. Guiding his cock to my slick hole, his hand grabbed my back and pulled me into a deep kiss, making me taste the mix of his spit, my ass, and Sam’s salty cum as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Meanwhile, my hand gripped his slippery cock, holding it in my hand as it rubbed against my entrance. Briefly, Chris pulled away from the kiss. Reaching over to the bedside table his arm dug haphazardly through the contents of the drawer until he retrieved a tube of silicon lube and a small bottle of poppers. Popping the lids he greased his shaft and held the poppers below my nostrils, encouraging me to inhale. As the heat blossomed in my chest it mingled with the existing high and made my whole body shiver, muscles melting into putty. Meanwhile he capped the poppers and set them aside, placing his hands back to my sides. “Breathe and sit,” he commanded, then sunk back onto the mattress, placing his hands on my waist to hold me in place. Slowly, I began to lower myself. Despite being wet with spit, lube, and cum, it still took effort to accommodate him. Pushing past the sphincter, he slid in, stretching as my muscles groaned and ached at the intrusion. Gasping, I set my hands on his stomach, shutting my eyes as I took a deep breath. “It’s so much,” I whimpered. “I know, baby. Just breathe,” he encouraged. It was a slow process—I had no doubts that my guts had been roughed up but in a twisted way it made me want it more. Below, he’d stroke my sides reassuringly, telling me how good of a boy I was as I slid down inch by inch. Finally I felt it—the pubic hair rubbing against my pucker. I opened my eyes and glanced below. “It’s all there,” I breathed. “I know,” he confirmed, grinning from ear to ear. “How do you feel?” he asked. I shifted my hips. “Full,” I said blithely. “Very full. But good.” “Good,” he echoed. Reaching to the side, he retrieved the poppers. “Take some,” he instructed, handing them off to me. “I’m going to start moving.” Nodding, I uncapped the lid and took two long, heavy inhales on each side and focused on the feeling in my ass—each inch stretching my hole around him. In time with the heat spreading through my body, his hands returned their grip to my waist making my hips shift—as if doing so would help him get in further. Above I closed the bottle and tossed it aside. Pausing to appreciate the depth, we both stared at each other for just moment. Then slowly, I raised my hips only to come slamming down on him as his vice-like grip pulled at the exact moment his hips jerked in a brutal thrust. Establishing this as our rhythm, my legs rose once more. On cue, his legs pumped as his arms yanked me back down. Letting out a cry, I settled into the pace, holding onto him as we pushed onwards. Buried so far down that his balls slapped up against me as he pounded, my cock was only half-hard from the tina but it didn’t stop it from leaking pre-cum all over his stomach. Battering my prostate, all but forcing the fluid out of me, he drove in harder and harder with every shove. More. Please, God, more. All the while, Chris kept his eyes locked on mine, growling intermittently as he fucked Sam’s cum deeper into my ass. “Fucking slut,” he snarled, his hips lurching as he buried himself into me. “Seeing someone before me.” Another thrust, making my guts stretch as I gasped. “Took his load.” Thrust. “Then came right here for more.” Another thrust and I found myself breaking apart, dissolving into whimpers on top of him. “Yes,” I moaned. “Could have just come here,” he growled. “Instead made me wait all fucking day for you. But you needed his load, didn’t you?” “I did,” I gasped. “Sleazy, slutty boy. Coming over with some man’s load up your ass. Just can’t help yourself.” I couldn’t make words. He was so deep. Practically punching my prostate with his cock-head, I let out a noise halfway between a gurgle and a groan, covering my face with my hands as he took control of the pace. “Isn’t. This. Better.” Each word was punctuated with a brutal thrust. Knocked off balance, I threatened to tumble over and was forced me to lean forwards, pressing my hands against his pecs for support. “So much better,” I wailed. “Fucking right it is.” And with that, he gripped harder, digging his fingers into my sides—I had no illusions there would be bruises later—and pushed our combined weight forward. Letting out a yelp as I toppled over, my back hit the mattress. Then he gathered my legs and pulled them above his shoulders, dragging me up so he had a forty-five degree angle to drive into my hole. I couldn’t tell you how long he fucked me like that for—I just remember holding onto the bed and moaning as he pumped in and out of me, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts because I couldn’t get him far enough inside me. And then the furrowing of his brow as he shut his eyes and grit his teeth, signalling the end of the moment as he let out a guttural roar, slamming into me as far as he could. Inside I felt the delicious wet warmth spread inside my ass making my heart race as my legs squeezed him and my arms came up to hold onto him. My face buried itself in his neck. Being careful not to crush me under his weight, Chris came down, eyes shut, propping himself up on his forearms for support. My stomach was wet. More precum had been fucked out of me. I was even almost hard. And as we pulled away, and he opened his eyes, his mouth parted slightly, panting, studying me. “Slut,” he said softly. Through laboured breathing, I nodded. “My slut,” he corrected. And with that remark we reached a mutual understanding—that this was the price of admission for more. Gazing up into his murky blue eyes, my breath caught in my throat. Covered in our mingled sweat, skin pulsing with electricity, heart racing with chemically induced emotion, we both already knew my answer. “Your slut,” I agreed.

Last year a very hot young Top who was doing me the honor of fucking me for the second time with a nice thick 9” cock paused and then pulled out and informed me, “There. I just pissed in your ass.” I didn’t say anything, just excused myself immediately to the bathroom and expelled it into the toilet. I don’t do piss, inside or out, ever. Hard limit. If he had asked me, or even just told me what he planned to do, I would have had the opportunity to explain my limit. He did neither, so in effect he stole away my right to enforce my limits. He’s a nice guy, so I didn’t hold it against him, but if we ever fuck again, we’re going to have a come-to-Jesus meeting beforehand...

Good faggot your father needs to burn all your boy clothes

Part 47; Our Dark-Lord vanished in a flash, with Igor & Friedrich picking me up, and flying me back up to the mansion, and back inside via the plinth room window, dropping me into a heap on a few bales of hay that had been undone and scattered onto the floor by the St Andrew's cross. My Master from his armchair spoke; - The Doctor will be attending tomorrow my boy. Your evident raging fever needs attention. Oh no. I HOPE he won't be putting me through my paces again. I really did not feel like it. I really was ready to give my soul and just be done with it all. - Come to me Charlie, sit with your Master. I summoned up all my energy, and crawled over, and sat between his legs on the floor. He flopped his slippery EEL Dick over my shoulder and down my torso. In an exhausted trance like state I stroked it, and fingered his Gonnorhea pus laden wide urethral opening, and slowly ate the pus, groaning in a sleepy state. And again, that is the last thing I remember, as I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, I woke up in my Master's lair, his sleeping quarters, below the shower room / medical chamber. Where he slept which is where I awoke, had thick layers of hay. The floor was made of marble, all 4 walls of deep underground rock, with a mirrored ceiling. - Up you get Charlie, and place your hands on the wall over there, making sure you are a few steps away from the wall, arms stretched out, back arched out so your beautiful bubble ass sticks out. - Hail Master. yes Master. I felt him come near behind me, with his serpent tongue once again via his Demon mind and his EVIL realm flicking on and over and around my prostate. He knew exactly how to get me! He kept doing this, very slowly increasing the intensity, knowing that his work would have me literally BEGGING for his Goat-Beast EEL Dick. He kept on and on, with my groans, grunts and screams becoming ridiculously LOUD. I was SCREAMING his lair down, it certainly felt like it, and no man on earth could hear my cries of filThy SA6TA66NIC greedy faGGot-Fuck-PiG lust as my soul fell deeper into the pit of HELL! 🔥👺🔥👺🔥 - FUCK me my Master. Stick your long and thick slippery EEL Demon-Dick deep inside my nasTy meaTy boy-cunT. - Then you will now look upto the mirrored ceiling Charlie, and fix your gaze. Understood. - Hail Master. Yes my Master. I looked up to see my Master's Goat head in flames, and his long and thick slippery EEL Dick pointing at a right angle, straight towards my Bubble-ASS, and dripping it's filThy toxic Gonnorhoea pus. He placed the tip of his Demon shaft about 1 cm inside my gaping toy fuck-hole. It was most definitely GAPING now, with the amount of Demon Dick I had taken. And using his claws he slowly scratched down my back, and the sides to my torso, lusting over my sweet firm human flesh, even though my innocence was now long gone. He took hold of my waist, and looked upto the ceiling. His usual lifeless dull black eyes were a glowing Molten-Lava colour, He snarled, contorting his head, then plunged his EEL Dick DEEP inside. It had been a while, and he felt GREAT. I arched my ASS back against his beast of a Dick. - FUCK yes my Master. So wonderful to have you back inside me again. I NEED your dirTy filTh squirting inside of me once again. I NEED it. I was going to be getting what I NEED, and much more. He slowly fucked me, with long, hard, and slow POWERFUL strokes, resting for several seconds each time he was impaled deep inside of me. During those several seconds I would feel his Demon-Dick twitch. And I again for the first time in a while was getting a squirT of his deep green, rotten smelling oily filth deep inside my cunT at least once every single minute. Thus, it did not take long for my abdomen to become heavily distended, again! After he had HIS way with me, he plugged me with the Goat-Hoof butt plug, and ordered me to rest in his bed of hay. Distended, and plugged, I waddled to his sleeping area, and lay down. It did not take long for me to drift off. And from tonight, there were no more nightmares. And visits from the D-E-V-I-L stopped; For a very LONG LONG time at least. However, I still did not sleep very well as I kept waking up frequently, drenched in sweat as my raging what seemed to be sero-converting fever took it's grip. Morning soon came, and Sir came down to carry me up to the basement, leaving our Master to rest during daylight hours. Once on basement-ground level I saw the door to the medical chamber was slightly ajar. Sir carried me inside, to where Doctor Spike was already present, and instructed Sir to place me down on the stainless steel examination table. - NATAS. Close and Lock Medical Chamber Doors. SLAM! The computer responded; - Doors to Medical Chamber LOCKED. - Charlie, put your ankles in the stirrups, and wrists in the arm rests. - Okay. - NATAS. Lock in ankles to stirrups and Lock in wrists to arm rests. *CLICK* ... *CLICK* !! The computer responded; - Ankles and wrists 'Restrained & LOCKED'. - SO Charlie, we meet once again. Your Master tells me you have a nasTy Fever. We should investigate that. 'L', I want you to get that large stainless steel bucket from over there, unplug this boy's cunt, and collect his Master's dirTy cum. - Yes Doctor Stanis.

PREQUEL to Part 47; My boyfriend Richard and his two friends stood outside of the circle, getting drenched. He looked at me with the LOVE he still had for me. If anything it had strengthened. - I cannot give you my Soul. I'm sorry ... *I started to whimper* ... And I am going home. Now the D-E-V-I-L seriously became VERY angry, and like he did the other day he twisted and threw me off from his glowing orange shaft, throwing me into mid air, landing outside the pentagram circle, crashing into the mud. My boyfriend picked me up, we held hands, and started to walk to the car. - What have they done to you, and your wonderful beautiful golden hair? Oh, my boy. You are safe now. No sooner had we began to walk, growls and snarls came out of nowhere, and my Richard was with great force pushed to the ground. It was Demon Werewolf Beasts Igor and Friedrich. Both of Richards friends started screaming and running towards the car; - We've seen quite enough. Fuck this. We're off. Frierich and Igor picked me up flying into the air, and bringing me back inside to the centre of the pentagram, forcing me to kneel before our Dark-Lord. He glared deep into my soul via my eyes with an intense look of EVIL. We remained like this for a good few minutes. And then, the silence was broken; - No mere mortal MESSES me around, do you understand ME!? - I am so sorry my wonderful Dark-Lord. The ultimate Master. I am so sorry. - If you leave now, you leave for good, If you stay, you stay. I looked at my boyfriend, who began to plead with me to go with him. As he did, my Master from the mansion dug out an old trick of his, and began to flick over my prostate with his serpent tongue. And those flicks grew stronger and stronger. I looked back up at the D-E-V-I-L, and soon began to grunt and groan in pleasure at what my Goat-Beast Master was doing to me. Keeping my gaze fixed on my Dark-Lord, I again spoke; - I am sorry my Darling Richard. I can't. I am staying. PLEASE forgive me.- Oh my Charlie, I can see you are far too gone. Farewell my love. He left, wailing, got into the car with his friends, and they drove off! Our Dark-Lord had now had a new piece of vital information to add to my adventure ... - OH Charlie Charlie Charlie. Your boyfriend was warned NOT to ever come back here by your deputy Master. We do not tolerate disobedience. I have now placed a curse on him. If he ever penetrates you sexually, whether you are in Human or Demon form, he will activate this curse, and become a Demon-Werewolf for eternity, predominantly presenting in Human form. And we WILL be giving him PLENTY of opportunities to Fuck you, at his peril be it. 👺

Oh man, so so so hot. I fucking love hearing a guy say 'nice' when he glimpses my arse. Next time you need to be blindfolded, absolutely no chance of seeing who is flooding your hole with their load, and no peeping when they are done. Not knowing is so so hot.

So I spent the last five days in LV getting dick. Here’s how it went. Monday: Arrived late and hit the apps but could not get dick. Tuesday: The Cock Buffet is NOW OPEN! Got two guys to cum over just after noon. One was a nerdy guy who recognized my picture from prior breedings (I visit LV twice a year) - he brought his buddy, a cute enough Latino guy. We have to meet up in the lobby as the elevators in almost ALL the hotels require keycard access. Totally SUCKS! They took turns on my cunt with their standard issue dicks (one cut, one uncut) over the course of the next hour. Loved how they would ‘tag’ each other to take over, talk about me like I was a thing and not a person, egg each other on...it was hot. This was two buddies fucking for sport. It was nice being fuckmeat for a couple of random dudes. First two loads in me. By the time they left, a couple staying at the same hotel had messaged me looking for a 3 way. “Hell yes”, I replied along with my room number. They arrived at my door minutes later. Tall silver Daddy and his much younger boy. Daddy had a damn decent bone on him. I got on my knees on the bed and had started servicing his boys little dick when I felt Silver Daddys finger enter my cunt. “Hmmm...seems someone’s already greased the way”, he commented as he fingered my pussy. “Actually, there’s two fresh loads up there for you”, I replied. “Sweeeeet”, he is hissed as he slid into his hard cock into me using the two previous guys cum as lube. Daddy went a long time...and I mean a DAMN LONG TIME before blowing his load up my cunt. All the while, his boys dick was a precum faucet with a serious leak to it. Sweet like peach nectar. Only when Daddy was shooting did the boy do the same down my faggot throat. (Well trained boy!) Evening fell and I was all over the apps and bbrt. Scruffy average joe type hits me up - wants dicked. Blue collar types are my weakness when it cums to topping, and as I had yet to shoot my load, I say what the hell. I met him in the lobby (still in his workboots and workmen’s uniform - total turn on) I bring him to my room and commence to lay pipe into him good and hard. Made him call his hole a pussy. Made him BEG for my cum up his faggot cunt. He clearly HATED doing it; but his need for cock & cum outweighed his pride. So by the end he was pleading for me to pound his pussy and give him my babies. I obliged...generous guy that I am. (I do enjoy forced feminization on otherwise very masculine looking bottoms...it makes my dick hella-hard and guarantees I’ll blow a massive load...I figure that’s a win for everyone.) Just as I was about to go to dinner - actually my first meal of the day as I had been on a cock hunt since waking - I get a hit from this SMOKING HOT DARK HAIRED HEAVILY TATTOOED HAWT FUCKER! He was close-by and wanted to fuck. Talk about hitting the jackpot! He cums over and proceeds to manhandle me every which way he wants and absolutely POUNDS my cunt LIKE HE OWNS IT. Total domination. He dumps two loads into me. I reflexively started calling him Daddy midway through our session. He didn’t mind. He complimented me on being such an active, fun submissive. I gave him my number and said he was wel-cum to return for seconds. Once he left, I return to the bed and stroke my cock while fingering my swollen cummy pussylips. I shot a load thinking about the five loads up my cunt, the one in my belly, the load I gave the scruffy blue collar guy...but mostly the total cunt reaming I had just received from one of the hottest dudes I’ve ever hooked up with. Wednesday: I actually visited the strip that morning and returned to my room by 1 pm. I get a hit from a guy with no pic. I normally would ignore those, but my cock hunger got the better of me. I chat with him awhile. Married guy, needs to be “very discreet” - sends me a pic of him in a group of people. “I’m the one in the cargo shorts”, he explains. Nice enough looking 30 something guy. Very doable. Wants to be blown and then fuck me with a condom. “I only fuck raw”, was my only answer. He eventually relents and agrees to rawdog me. (It never takes much) I meet him in the lobby. He is clearly nervous. I bring him upstairs and blow his VERY impressive curved cock. Then I go legs up, offering him my freshly cleaned out and lubed pussy. He greased his dick and proceeds to jackrabbit fuck my cunt for (maybe) two minutes before dumping his load. Funny how married closeted guys fuck with their eyes scrunched closed and a pained expression on their faces. He then scurries to the bathroom to clean up. I just snicker quietly to myself. He returns to the room, mutters some thanks as he dresses and bolts for the door. I actually laughed out loud. The rest of the evening was quiet. Could not land a cock or a hole. Then I get a text from the hot tattooed guy from yesterday. He came back for seconds! He arrives minutes later and proceeds to rock my world all over again. I tell you, it was rapture. Another world class pounded into the mattress fuck. I actually shot a hands-free load. He gave me two more loads. We lay there awhile and chat, his finger lazily making circles around my swollen, cummy, pussy lips. We made out a good long time, but eventually he had to go. What this god of a man wants with me is a mystery...but one I have no intention of messing with! He asked me to text him before my next visit to LV. (((THUD))). I decide to give the apps a rest and head to Entourage late that night for Wise Wednesday (Daddy night). Nothing was doing it for me and there was NO fucking going on, just a lot or boring groping. Then I spot this guy standing in the door to his room; I had seen him earlier on one of the apps. Rugged looking dude with a big eagle chest tattoo. Total bottom. I hit him up, show him my semi and ask him if he wants it. He pivots into his room, I follow and close the door. He bends over his rack and I proceed to fuck his hot furry hole until I paint his guts. Mission accomplished, so I showered and left. Back in my room, I’m getting ready for bed when a young pup hits me on Grind’r. OMG is he a cute little muscle boy. He is 68 feet away and says he wants a blow job before hitting the sack. I say sure, he gives me his room number (one floor down from mine) and I’m at his door. He is even hotter and younger looking in person. I see his name tag and airline flight attendant uniform in the corner. He strips down and lays on the bed, hands behind his head. His long fat cock standing proudly at attention. Handsome, young, muscle body, big dick...Yeah, the kid knows he’s got it good. Can’t fault him for acting entitled. I get on the bed and give him a full service blow. I’m talking hands free and deep throat. He is clearly enjoying himself as he is leaking like crazy. I see he has his cell phone witching hands reach on the bed...I pause and say, “I know you want to video it...go ahead..I’m not shy”. A wicked, crooked grim takes residence on his face as he points the camera towards me. I give him the performance he wants. Deepthroating him, licking his cock, rubbing it on my face, my eyes open looking at the camera, making sure he has something good to show his buddies. He gets off on it, his cock is now so hard it could cleve diamonds! He grabs it and jacks himself to climax - I dive in and receive EVERY DROP of his huge load in my mouth. I take his hand and put it to my throat. “FUUUUUUCK!”, he groans as he feels me take three long lazy swallows of his seed. I got dressed and approach the door, turn and say; “Tell your friends” before leaving. Thursday: No dick until 6 pm when I hook up with a smoking hot ginger who allows me the sublime pleasure of Daddy worship. (My ABSOLUTE weakness is bearded ginger daddy bears - this guy was all of that and a bucket of chicken). I worship his feet, his hole, his pits, and his cock for TWO SOLID HOURS. And I’m rewarded with Daddy’s massive load in my mouth. I melted into the bed when he left - as satisfied as I have ever been. Friday: Early flight out. Back home now after an amazingly satisfying three days of recreational sex.

I have had this happen to me several times in the porn theatre, outdoors and in public restrooms. usually after the guy finishes blowing his load up my ass or down my throat and I'm naked on my knees cleaning off their cocks. the first time a man had just finished fucking me in a restroom stall and I was sitting on the toilet jerking off with his load dripping from my hole and another guys load on my face. a guy who liked to flick his cigarette ashes in my mouth was watching over the wall n he said "piss on the slut" so the guy just started pissing all over me. the very same day I went to the porntheatre and was naked again down on my hands and knees getting fucked by a guy when his buddy just started pissing all over my back and the back of my head. when the guy fucking me was finished he shoved a 10 inch dildo up my ass and pissed on me but made sure to get me to turn my head so he could piss on my face and in my mouth also.

- Look, it's 10.25pm, time to make our way to the stage entrance. My customers do not like to be kept waiting. C'mon Stevie-boy. Are you ready for Chapter 8 you filThy PiGs? 🐷 😈 Showtime ~ The c☣️nversion gang-bang ☣️rgy will be with you shortly! ☢️

Chapter 6: *Preparing for Showtime* I crawled over to him, very slowly as I was now feeling super sexy and extremely horny. I was now flying! I wanted that crawl to last as long as I could make it last. Once I arrived to my destination I grabbed hold of his Dick and eagerly licked up the remnants of his creamy salty spunk. As I did, my boyfriend Lew was trying to call me. I knew it was him as I recognised the video-call tone, and he was the only one I video-chatted with. My reaction was to simply look up at Nesto's cocky satisfied smile as I enjoyed my cleaning work. - Right. We have to leave in 10 buddy. Bring anything you need, and lets go. I scurried around in my high state getting what I needed. The obvious things; Phone. Wallet. Keys. Oh, and toothbrush in case for whatever reason I didn't get home before bed time. I like to have clean teeth. A few minutes to 9 and off we set to my first GoGo Boi gig here in Boston. We arrived a few minutes early, and rotund club owner Aiden buzzed us both in. - Good to see you here on time Stevie. You are looking pretty sweaty. Did you run? *He asked jokingly* - No, well, Nesto here gave me a hiT of GHB. - Aaaaahhhh, did he now. I cannot have you go on stage covered in sweaT. We'll need to get you showered. - I knew I could rely on you Nezzie. What time did he receive the dose I instructed you to give him? Did you bring my stuff. - 8.05pm! Yeah, here you go bro. Listen, I gotta run, shit to do. - See you at the After Party later Nezzie-boy. So they DID know each other. How naive was I to this entire situation. And now, it was all set up perfectly, in time for some last moment preparations for the piece of nasTy Fuck-Meat in waiting. Aiden was a real jolly chap, nicknaming everyone he came across with a cute shortened version. Stevie. Nezzie. - Okay. Now we need to prepare you for your stage outfit, so, I am going to need you to strip naked, and sit on the couch here. - Yes Boss. - Good boy. You remember your place. I stripped naked, and my reserved nature from a few days ago had completely dissipated. I sat on the couch as told to, and waited to see what my new nighttime Boss would do next. He examined his array of packages he had just received, and pulled out a syringe. He reached for a tourniquet that was lying on his coffee table and he wrapped it around my upper arm, with a cushion underneath to support that arm, telling me to squeeze my hand. He tapped a vein and directed the needle. - What are you giving me? I don't like needles! I might have been high, but my phobia of needles was still there. - Awwwwwwwweeee. Don't worry Stevie. Just a tiny scratch and it will be all over in a second. You can close your eyes if you think it will help you. I did just that. I didn't want to look. He was right, just a quick tiny scratch sensation, and it was over. In went the mystery drug. I took a short sharp gasp, my eyes opened quickly and wide, my heart raced, I was breathing heavily, I was sweating heavily, and fuck, I felt on top of this world, like I was flying into the next universe. Aiden watched on as I writhed about on his couch rubbing myself all over in a piggy frenzy. Still an anal virgin I suddenly felt an intense urge to get fucked. How could this be. I am a Top! Maybe by the end of the night that would read as; 'I was a Top'. I wriggled myself to the edge of the couch, and lay back flinging my legs in the air, keeping them in the air as I held onto behind my thighs for support. - And that is the joys of meTh Stevie. It brings out the real you. And you happen to have one very hairy cunt-hole. We need to get that sorted out before you go on stage. - But I thought you had designated an outfit for me!? - You do have an outfit. But, I like my Dancers to go out looking and feeling their very best. Know what I mean Stevie-boy!? - Uh huh. Where are the other Dancers? - Oh, last minute change to schedule. It's just you tonight. But don't worry, you still only have to do just the hour, and I'll still pay you $200 as promised. I'll be right back. Stay in that position. I know I had been very firm with my nighttime Boss telling him that the audience were not to touch me, but fucking hell, I was out of my head, and badly needed to get a damn good fucking. Now I WOULD allow my audience to do what they want with me. Maybe the Boss would find that unprofessional of me!? After-all, I am new. Maybe I might just after my show go over to the most handsome Man in the crowd, and get him to take me home where he could literally fuck my brains out. The Boss came back with a small bag, and knelt by my hairy-NEG-Virgin Ass.

Omg! ...and then what??!!!

us cumdumpster faggots are so hungry for cum that we like to get as much cum as possible from as many men as possible pumped deep into our slutty fuckholes. I love it when a guy rams his cock in me as far as he can so that he can shoot his load as deeply into me as possible. makes me feel like I am truly getting bred like the dirty fucking whore I am. I do sometimes like it when a guy shoots on my hole and maybe jerks off into my gaped out hole or with just the head in me so that the next guy can use his cum to slide right in me. anything that shows guys what a slut I am or makes me easier to fuck is good with me.

The shoot on the hole and plunge is really great for porn...i must confess, seeing it is a thrill. But whether I top or bottom, I ALWAYS want a core deep injection. I cant imagine anything more satisfying than feeling your cock pulsing deep inside a willing fuckhole...then lingering as you fully empty yourself and revel in the cumjoy...until finally churning the cream before pulling out.

i actually sat there and watched movie for a few minutes. my cock still out of my pants. I looked over at Dad and he was slowly stroking his own cock. Then without saying anything he pulled his pants down all the way to his ankles and sat back down and continued to stroke.. I just watched and had my eyes fixed on his cock, his balls. I didn't even ask him as I leaned over to put his hard cock in my mouth. Dad released his hand and sat back and let out a soft moan. I had never sucked a cock but it felt so right, maybe even better than having my own dick sucked. And to top of it off, it was my dad's cock.. the one i had peeked on when I was younger, and had shot my load peeking at just seeing him naked thru the keyhole of the bathroom, getting out of the shower and standing in front of the sink. But now, it was hard, and it was in my mouth and I was loving every second. As I was sucking him, i noticed a man come sit next to my dad and he too had his cock out. But I didn't focus on him. I think I was afraid he would try and take the cock away from me so I just continued to suck as if my life depended on it. I touched dads balls with one hand as I deep throated his cock. Dad hadn't said a word,but maybe to give me one last chance to pull my mouth off of it, he told me he was gonna cum soon. My instincts were to just continue sucking.. I wanted his load in my throat. I wanted to taste him. I wanted my first load and I didn't want to miss a drop.. When he once again said, "I'm cumming" I just made sure I was collecting every drop in my mouth and gobbled it up and swallowed it. There was probably never a time in my life that I would feel so content, so perfect.. so happy. Then the man sitting next to Dad talked and said, " I hope I'm next" - I looked up and i realized the man was Jesse, the black neighbor who lived across the street from us.

This resonates with me. When I’m hotel hosting, lying on the bed naked and cunt-wet for a Man who has confirmed that he’s coming to fuck me, I’ll find myself thinking, “He’s coming. A man I have never met is on his way here to penetrate me with his cock and fuck me until he releases his semen inside my body. I just agreed to this, and he’s coming right now. I can’t stop this from happening now - he’s going to fuck me.” Then I’ll get a text from the Top saying something like “Here” or “Getting out of the car” and I feel a flush over my skin, and I think, “He’s about to touch me there all he wants and then be inside me...” And then the door opens, and it all actually happens, reinforcing my anticipation for the next time. I’m pretty sure something not so good is happening or has happened to my reward pathways in my brain to make me willingly and gratefully accept my cunting by scores of men - and I’ve reached a stage where I don’t care. That sounds something like addiction to me. Maybe I’ll hit some kind of bottom eventually where I realize that no amount of rutting in my fevered slit can meet my need, but until such time, I’m a slave to the moment.

When I was 14, "Yea I really am 18" And now that I am no meds POZ, "I'm neg and on PReP"

I lived in Austin in my 20s (late 80s - early 90s). One time, a buddy of mine who lived way out in the country called me up. He said a friend of his would be passing through Austin and wanted to know if I would let the guy fuck me. I said I would and ended up having a hot threesome with the out of town guy and another top fuckbuddy of mine. I didn't find out anything about the guy but his name. A year or so later, I was at Mardi Gras in New Orleans with some friends. We were making our way through the crowd at a parade when we just happened to stumble upon this guy with his whole family. I was so taken aback at running into a trick after so much time in such a strange place that I didn't immediately think to play it cool. Fortunately, my group moved on before it got really awkward. About a year after that, I met him a third time when he answered my personal ad in the local indie paper in Austin. It turned out his wife allowed him to fuck guys on the side in a Don't Ask - Don't Tell arrangement, so my faux pas at Mardi Gras hadn't been a big deal. He eventually decided that he needed to be free to be gay. He had moved to Austin and supported himself by giving "erotic massage" in his home usually followed by his bare dick up the ass of some closeted married guy. He fucked me many times after that (usually with a complementary massage) until I moved away and we lost touch.

5. Martin I sat in the back of the bus, my hard on barely contained in my pants; it was late afternoon when the bus began rolling down the road again. I was a few rows back from my original seat and half a row behind Bob and Sam, and just in front of the hot guy who sat on the back bench seat, he was early thirties and well-built and he smiled a lot when our eyes would make connections. As the bus entered the expressway, the man scooted just behind the row of seats in front of him but still within my view, he started stroking his cock beneath his jeans, I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my engorged cock and began stroking it in plain view of Bob and Sam and the hot daddy in the back of the bus. Sam smirked at me with a knowing grin, then leaned in and began making out with Bob, I stuffed my throbbing member back in my pants and shuffled to the back seat, diving into the crotch of the muscle dad, as he scooted into the corner of the back seat, his 8 inch cock oozing precum down my throat and into my mouth. I deep throated his cock, and then he pulled me up to his lips and planted a hot kiss on mine. We made out for a bit then he pulled me up to suck on my cock and play with my balls and ass crack. He fingered my hole and soon had two wiggling In my hole, it felt great but I wasn’t ready for being violated completely so I moved down and went back to sucking his cock, soon to be rewarded with his thick cream at the back of my throat. I went back to my seat and soon fell into an uneasy, horny sleep, waking with a creamy load in my pants and shorts, I smelled of cum and the wet spot was going to be noticeable when I had to exit the bus. I glanced around and most of the passengers were sleeping or reading in the darkness, I reached into my back pack and pulled out a fresh pair of pants and a fresh white shirt, I stripped off my sweat shirt Applying some deodorant to my pits to mask my sweat, I pulled off my pants and undershorts and slid my fresh pair on commando. I checked my phone and it was 4:25 in the morning, I was still horny as hell but both Bob and Sam, along with the hot daddy were asleep and I didn’t want to wake them or make noise that would now echo through the quiet interior. I had slipped on my shirt and pants but didn’t button or zip them up leaving my hard muscled abs and chest exposed and my hard cock free to play with. I jerked my cock using sit as lube to jerk myself off thinking about my previous day of frolicking, I stroked it for about 15 minutes before I felt that tingle in my nut sack which signaled an ever pending explosion of cream, the first shoot went over my head and hit the headrest alongside my ear the next two landed squarely on my face, I licked the cum as it dripped off my upper lip the shot three more volleys onto my pectorals and final one on my abs. spent I sat there for a few before, scooping up my cum and licking it off my hands, I grabbed my sweaty shirt and wiped off the remaining slime the stuffed it and my cum spotted pants back in my back pack. I buttoned myself up and tucked everything in, making myself look like a respectable missionary boy and reclined back in my seat, the rest of the bus was beginning to stir as we were nearing our destination. The bus pulled in almost on time and I went about collecting my duffle bag from the undercarriage storage, I said goodbye to Bob and Sam and they gave me their cell numbers as well as their social networking information so we could keep in contact. It would be at least half an hour forty-five minutes before William and Chris’s bus would arrive so I stored my duffle in one of the large pay lockers at the terminal and pocketed the key, I headed out front and notice a coffee shop across the street, I was hungry and need a pick me up as well. I headed across the street and entered the shop, noticing that many of the tables were occupied by people drinking their coffee and playing on their laptops. I was unsure of what to order as I never had coffee before when a hot older guy spoke up “Don’t usually drink coffee but I hear it will help me stay awake”. “Try the bran muffin as well son it is very tasty” He had called me son, this put me on the defensive as well as made me feel more comfortable, I placed my order and came and sat down near him as it was one of the few tables left which I could glance out and watch the buses pull into the terminal. I sipped on my beverage and he struck up a conversation, just casual stuff, but it soon made me feel more at ease. He was some sort of media mogul out in California, my ears perked up, thinking this could be the answer to finish my plan of escape. He told me about how his parents had just passed in a horrific car accident and how he was driving their RV back home to LA. I noticed as we were talking the bus for four corners pull out of the terminal and knew that the next wouldn’t be leaving until this evening putting us there in the wee morning hours the next day. I was beginning to feel closer to Jamey and was beginning to trust him as well, so when William texted me they were almost there I texted back meet me in the coffee shop across the street. I was ready to put phase two of my plan into operation. William and Chris arrived a few minutes later duffel bags in tow. They ordered some beverages and pasties then came over to join Jamey and me, we talked for a while then I broke the news that we would have a 12-14 hour layover for the bus to four corners and Jamey offered that we could spend it with him back at his RV, he told us there was gym facilities as well as a swimming pool we could frolic in while we wiled away the time. William was a bit apprehensive at first, Chris seemed up for the adventure, but both said it was better than hanging out with the weirdo’s at the bus terminal. William and Chris followed Jamey out to his car and threw their duffle bags and backpacks in the trunk, I went across to the terminal to fetch my duffle from the locker, upon returning to Jamey’s car I too deposited my duffle bag in his trunk keeping my back pack with me, I climbed into the front seat next to Jamey. William and Chris climbed into the backseat; I noticed that as they jostled each other they also did it with a passion I could only hope to achieve with William. Jamey pulled out from the parking lot and I noticed William holding Chris’s hand down low, I knew we were all gay, wasn’t sure about Jamey but had a strong suspicion that he was too. It was a quiet trip to the outskirts of town where the RV Park was located; with just chitter chatter from the guys in the back seat and the occasional questions Jamey would pose to me or the other two. We told him how William and I were scheduled to start on our missions in a couple weeks and how we had met through the churches insistence of us becoming a stronger team, bonded by friendship to help us obtain our missionary goals. Jamey pulled the Acura up next to his rig, and then suggested we leave the duffle bags in the trunk, noting how long it took to drive here and estimating the time to drive us back to catch our bus. He unlocked the RV and let us in. I looked like a missionary trying to save the world, although I doubt many do it freeballing, William and Chris were more casually dressed in jeans and white button downs, but they too had that missionary look to them, anyone observing must have thought Jamey was being converted by three hot missionary boys. Upon entering the rig Chris pushed William towards me and he kissed me for the first time, Chris took hold of Jamey and whispered ” isn’t young love grand” We kissed for what felt like an eternity, upon breaking our passionate embrace William sniffed me then himself “We smell of sex and hormones”, he pulled Chris in and I kissed him too as Jamey looked on. Jamey made a noise and we pulled apart, we looked at him and grinned pulling him into the big hug and make out session. “Wow, you guys do really smell of sex and road grime” he then asked if we had a change of clothes in our back packs and I told him mine was already soiled and William and Chris had left theirs in the trunk. Jamey began unbuttoning our white button downs and un fastening our pants. As my pants hit the floor with no underwear on my cock spring up and hit my belly, Williams and Chris’s tented their boxers, before Jamey pulled those down as well. We stood there three naked missionary boys, like Greek gods before Jamey in the main section of the RV, Jamey dropped to his knees and began sucking our cocks, sucking one then another, then moving onto the third then back again. About an hour later all our cocks had shot either on or in Jamey’s mouth, face, abdomen or chest and he took each load. We now really smelled of sweat and sex, the rig took on a scent of a well-used locker room. Jamey got up and went into the bedroom, emerging with some hot, sexy swimwear and threw each of us a pair and told us to put them on. We did as our host instructed then he tossed us each a beach towel and lead us to the pool. The pool area had a small dressing room attached along with communal shower area, with all of us being athletic it wasn’t anything new to sharing a locker-room shower. We all showered down washing the dried cum and sweat from out sculpted bodies. We then did some swimming and lounging by the pool for an hour or two

4. Jamey My life seemed to be falling in place until that fateful day I received the phone call that no one ever wants to get. I was a successful professional media guy, graduated with a MFA from UCLA film school, and after a few years of finding odd production jobs landed one with a production company based out of riverside, recently moved to Palm Springs. I was 33 and still in excellent shape 6’2 165# with a 8 inch cock and hot ass to go along, I was living in Weho and spent one day a week in PS doing paper work and the like. The rest of the week typically was spent on location with hordes of hot young models surrounding me, many of which interested me but I wanted more. I had a Boyfriend at one point but he was too much the partier for me and it didn’t last long. My parents were well off enough to put me through school and were now retired. Early summer my parents decided to tour the country in their RV and had left just before Memorial Day on their whirlwind tour. Mid June I got the call, it was the San Antonio police letting me know there had been an accident. I made arrangements with my production crew and headed east in my Acura to San Antonio. Making the cross country trip by myself went quickly on the way there, my nerves and stomach in a knot the whole way. Upon my arrival in the area, the local police directed me to the hospital where my parents had been taken. The doctors didn’t hold out much hope for either as they had been hit by a DUI driver and had major injuries, it had taken me two and a half days to drive out and my mother went first followed by my dad a few hours later. The police showed me their car and it was totaled but they had exhumed all the personal items which were in the vehicle including the keys to their RV, I tracked down where it had been parked and headed on over to grieve and take possession of their pride of the roads. It had been a few months since I had seen the parents and had good memories of their previous rig. They obviously had traded up for this trip and had been towing their small car behind, so they could investigate the areas they were visiting. I meet up with my parents lawyers the following morning, via video conference and they disclosed my parents’ wishes to me, being their only child they left their entire estate to me which included the RV , their house, stock portfolio and other holdings, while this was a life changing development I was still in shock over my loss. I had had a restless night and was still tired when I closed out the video link to the lawyer, when there was a knock at the door to the RV. It was Dave the RV Park’s manager and next door neighbor. Dave was early 40’s blond about 6’ tall and a body builder, my type of guy, he had come over to check on me and to let me know my parents space rental was up the next day and was inquiring on whether I would want a few extra nights, to take care of arrangements. I told him I would appreciate the extra couple of days to unwind and to collect my thoughts. Dave suggested a little mind relaxation and pulled out a couple of joints and asked if I liked to party a little to take my mind off of the situation. I was used to doing some recreational drugs on the sets of some of the productions and invited him to come sit near me on the couch. Dave came over and sat down then lite up the first joint and took a hit, then passed it to me, I took a deep drag and it was different than the weed I was used to. I passed it back and he took another hit then leaned in and shotguned it into my mouth our lips almost touching. I began to feel the effects quickly and asked what kind of 420 was that, “oh it’s my special blend, two thirds weed and a sprinkle of Tina” I suddenly realized why it was affecting me so quickly and why I suddenly had a raging boner. He took another hit and this time our lips met as he shotguned it into my lungs, his hands finding my crotch, squeezing my cock in the process. As the joint burned out I led Dave to the bedroom and undressed him slowly while planting hot wet kisses on his face and then body, working my way down his treasure trail and onto his cock, which was dripping precum onto his balls. I pushed him onto the bed and lifted his legs to access his sweet tender ass, I began licking his hole and working first one then two fingers into his hole loosing him up for my hard tool. If he was as horny as I was this would be a easy conquest of this beautifully hot man. I entered into his mancunt in one swift movement and hilted my cock inside of him, he flinched in pain a moment then relaxed and began rocking his hips on my pole, I stood there bent over him sucking on his lips and nipples while he fucked himself on my cock. I was getting close when he asked if I was negative as he didn’t want to take anything home to the wife and kids, if you know what I mean. My production company tests all our models before their scenes and I have been using the same testing facility to keep myself free of STI’s as well, so I said yes I was clean then he begged me for my load. I shoot my four day emotionally charged load deep into his canal and collapsed on top of him. I lay there sobbing on him as he rolled me off to the side and held me as I let my grief overtake me. He held me for about an hour before reclaiming his clothes and leaving me naked on the bed, kissing me and telling me to get a good night’s sleep and he’d check on me in the morning. The next morning about 10 there came a knock on the door, I opened it to find Dave’s wife and teen age son come over to check on me and to offer their condolences as well. I told them I was doing well and asked if they were familiar with the car trailer and hitch so I could tow my Acura home behind the rig. Steven his 19 year old son was most eager to help out, as he showed me how to hitch the trailer then drive my car onto the trailer, lining up my front wheels then securing the vehicle to the trailer. Steven told me he’s lived in the RV Park all his life and has helped out quite a few guests in his 19 years. We talked about what I did for a living and he seemed quite interested in perhaps modeling, saying it would be nice to get paid good money for what he’s been secretly doing for the last year, I raised an eyebrow, he told me in a hushed voice that quite a few guys would pay him to strip for them as they took pictures of his hot nimble body. “So are you gay” I asked him and he nodded and asked that I keep it to myself. I chuckled, the fruit didn’t fall far from the tree, I asked what he did for amusement when he wasn’t seducing park guests, and he said “I sneak out to the bath house”, again I raised my eyebrow. I met with the county corner and the funeral home that was going to prepare the bodies to be shipped back to California and arraigned for a home in Los Angeles to pick them up, and prepare them for internment. I did some shopping and returned to the RV mid-afternoon, exhausted from my morning errands I laid down on the couch, and turned on the flat screen television, drifting off a bit to whatever program was playing, I awoke to Steven sucking my now hard cock, working it up and down swallowing it almost in its entirety. I sat up as his blue eyes looked up at me, pleading me to let him continue. I raised him up by lifting under his armpits, which had a light layer of sweat built up, and bringing him to my lips. I whispered “go lock the door” as he got up and turned the latch I got up and guided him to the bedroom where I peeled off his shorts and tank top and buried my face in his teenage pits the licked my way down to his cock, which was larger than his fathers by an inch or so and a lot thicker, I looked up at him as he smiled “big cocks run on both sides of my family, but my mom’s side has bigger ones, or at least my cousins do” he smirked. I asked him if he ever played with his dad, and he said only once shortly after his 18th birthday they had gotten drunk together and they sucked each other off. We cuddled each other for about an hour or two and I let him plow me with a condom on (he insisted) before blasting and filling the rubber, he pulled out and I slipped the condom off then cleaned off his cock of jism and lube while tying a knot in the rubber and tossing it into the trash can in the bathroom. He said he had to get home for dinner and asked if I wanted an adventure tonight, I shrugged sure and he said he’d pick me up around 9:30, “dress sexy and hot”. I was planning on pulling out the next morning so I pulled on a jock and some shorts and threw on a tank top that complimented my muscular chest. At around 9:35 he knocked on my door and I answered he too was in shorts and a tank and he asked if we could take my car. As I had yet to put it on the trailer I said yes, he guided us through town to a warehouse district where we parked and he lead me to the bath house. We paid our fees and got our lockers, turns out to be a student night so place is full of college studs as well as your typical variety of guys in towels roaming the halls. I noticed as I hung with Steven he knew quite a few of the students and many of the regulars but he only practiced safe sex even with his friends. Steven had encouraged me to bring along my business cards and recruit any hot guys I thought I could use in my production work, I took him up and handed out about half a dozen cards to promising guys. I did go off a couple times without him and plowed a few holes and took a couple loads in the process, mostly safe college guys who wanted some mature hole. Around 2 in the morning I grabbed Steven from a hot three-way and we headed back to my RV. Steven crashed on my couch and I headed to my bed, sometime in the night he came I and curled up behind me and slipped his raw cock into my hole and dumped his load, I woke with his semi hard cock still buried in my hole and his cum dripping out alongside. I drifted back to sleep and he was gone when I got up a few hours later. I woke around 10 and took a shower, then went out and hitched up the Acura, Steven came over to double check the safety chains and discreetly gave me a goodbye kiss, as he helped me get the rig ready for departure, shutting down the external sources and becoming road ready. I handed him one of my cards” if you ever come out to LA look me up I’ll give you a audition”, I smiled at him as the pop outs withdrew back into the center and I was secure to hit the road. Around noon I pulled out onto the road and slowly put my trip to San Antonio behind me. This rig was larger than my parents last one but much more powerful, as I got used to the size and bulk of the vehicle I slowly got more confident in driving the rig, and I noticed my speed increasing towards the max. I checked my parents itinerary for where the next stop was supposed to take them and headed to new Mexico to stop for the night, my parents having already reserved and paid for the RV pad for the next couple days, it was off to Albuquerque, then onto Phoenix before heading back to LA. In Albuquerque, I ran into a few guys online and managed to hook up at the RV Park in the rig, a few were turned on by getting it on in a RV like in some porn video, a few asked me to film them getting fucked, not being one to leave his equipment at home I mounted and set up my cameras to film the action whenever I had visitors who were willing. I left Albuquerque and had headed to Phoenix a couple days later. I managed to get laid in most rest stops along the way as well, the truckers being ever so horny on the road and a few horny travelers who were willing to take a quick break, many away from their families who were picnicking nearby, hot college guys escaping the family trips and all. I pulled into the RV Park late in the evening and just managed to get the rig hooked up as the sun was setting and the street lights began flickering on. I unhitched the Acura and parked it nearby then headed inside to fix some grub and kick back and watch the flat screen, having networking my lap top to the blue ray player I was able to stream the porn from my computer onto the flat screen and watch my video footage of my conquest or any other video on my laptop. As I lay there watching porn I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the hot guys I had met on my trip and plans I had for the rig once I returned home. I had originally thought about selling the rig but now I was thinking of turning it into a mobile studio/office for myself. I awoke the next morning on the couch , porn still streaming on the television giving me a raging hard on, but I needed coffee so I got up and went to the kitchen to make some only to realize I needed to go to the store and pick up some. I threw on some workout sweats as he morning air was a bit nippy, and jumped in the car on the way to the store, along the way I was approaching a well-known coffee franchise so I decided to stop and get a vente mocha. As I sat in the coffee shop with my laptop checking the current events, and my e-mails using the free Wi-Fi available, I noticed it was across the street from the bus station. I sat there and split my time between taking sips of my drink, browsing my e-mail, making sure not to click on any naughty web links, and watching people go to and from the bus terminal. I was just about finished with my mocha and catching up on work e-mails when I spied a very good looking kid exiting the terminal and head over to the coffee shop. He was carrying a back pack and was wearing a white a white shirt and black pants, if he had a tie on and a name badge I would have sworn he was one of those guys going door to door trying to convert the wicked. He entered the coffee shop and looked kind of lost, as he hung back a little from the counter I said hi and he politely returned my greeting “Need help choosing a beverage? The white mocha is good although a little sweet for my taste” I offered, he replied “don’t usually drink coffee but I hear it will help me stay awake” “Try the bran muffin as well son it is very tasty” I really wasn’t old enough to be his dad but I felt there was a big enough age difference I could get away with it. He thanked me ordered his drink and muffin then sat down a short distance from me staring out the window as he ate and drank his morning meal, clutching his back pack to him tightly. “First trip away from home? Names Jamey, what’s yours” I ventured and he began to give the standard reply then caught himself. “Were not suppose… its Martin, glad to meet you Jamey” “Going on a trip?” “Well sort of, meeting some guys to go camping before we start our mission” he replied. We began talking and he began to relax, as he began to trust me a little he finally admitted he really wanted to convince his camping buddy to give up the idea of going on the mission and run away with him to someplace like California and live the sinful life in like West Hollywood. I chuckled and said he could come with me and save the bus fare, half-jokingly, his eyes lit up and I could see him thinking and getting excited. Just as he was sorting out his plan he looked up to see a buss pull into the terminal. He pulled out his phone and texted his friend he was in the coffee shop across the street. “William and Chris will be here shortly, think we can convince them to go to California instead?” “I don’t know do you really want to trust a stranger with a thing like that” “Wouldn't be much worse than trusting our safety to the church in Chile, or at home for that matter if you only knew what I’m trying to get away from” With that I glanced out to see a couple hot young guys crossing the street one slightly older than the other, but neither looked more than 19. They entered the coffee shop and came over to Martin, they hugged and tears streamed down their cheeks, the older one eyed me, as Martin turned around and introduced them to me they both smiled with reserve. We sat and chatted a bit and William asked what time was the bus to four corners supposed to leave. Martin informed him that it left just before their bus arrived and the next one wasn’t till that evening some 12 hours away. Both William and Chris looked distraught, then Martin asked if they would like to spend the day with me, back at my RV.