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Daddy’s Cuntboy Part 7 Soon after that first session, the three of us settled into a routine...Daddy and his two boys. About a month or so later, I had another day of firsts. I’ll never forget that day... Daddy had called me at work telling me to come over straight from work, “You can clean up here, cuntboy.” Luckily, he called about 30 minutes before I was leaving so I dropped everything and left work. I entered Daddy’s house stripping down to a yellow jockstrap which I now wore at all times. Daddy had ordered me to throw all my other underwear away after our first session and only wear yellow jockstraps. I noticed a note taped to the mirror: “Cuntboy, we’re in the dungeon.” I checked myself in the hallway mirror after putting on my harness and collar. Grabbing my pecs and pulling my tits I groaned, knowing this was the gear that I would be wearing when I was at Daddy’s house. My cunt would always be available for Daddy and my alpha’s use. I walked down the hallway into the dungeon and saw them...Daddy and puppy on the bed. Daddy, harnessed as usual, sat back on the bed watching tv as puppy, down between his legs, serviced his hard cock. Seeing me, Daddy waved me in, “Strip cuntboy. Since you’re coming straight from work, puppy’s gonna clean you out and get you ready.” On hearing this, puppy released Daddy’s cock and came to me with a huge grin. “You ever have anyone clean you out cuntboy?” I hadn’t... “MMMM...” puppy moaned as he grabbed my pecs massaging them while I took off my harness. “The jockstrap, cuntboy. Show me your cunt,” puppy commanded. Turning around, I pulled down my jockstrap and bent over showing my cunt. “Fuck yeah, cuntboy nice and smooth,” puppy said approvingly as he inspected me. I had begun to keep my body shaved. “Your cunt lips are looking a little puffy.” He took a quick bite of them. “It’ll take a lot of work to get them to where they’ll be like mine. That's if Daddy decides,” puppy laughed. Imagining having those obscene cunt lips, my cunt lips pulsed, and I let out a sigh. “OK boys, get in the shower,” Daddy laughed, “Puppy, time enough for that later.” Pulling me up to face him, puppy obeyed. “OK cuntboy, help me out of my gear.” Puppy lifted his arms and his muscled pecs rose. My nose quickly took in the familiar testosterone laden scent his pits emitted. I couldn’t resist and I dove into those shaved pits. “Fuck yeah cuntboy, fucking gonna mark my cuntboy with my scent. Clean my pits!” puppy ordered. I began devouring his scent...making sure my lapping tongue explored every gland of my alpha’s pits. Puppy reached over around with his right hand and held my head firmly, “Fuck yeah, cuntboy! Taste my scent!” After a bit of pit worshipping, puppy pushed me back. “Let’s check you out, cuntboy.” Grabbing my head, he began sniffing my face. “Aww fuck yeah, Daddy! Fucking cuntboy’s got my fucking scent on him,” puppy laughed. Satisfied that I had been marked, puppy took me by the shoulders, pushed me down to my knees and pulled my face into his red jock. “OK cuntboy, take off my jock.” I was now in my element...a cuntboy on his knees between his alpha’s legs. I greedily took in scent of puppy’s crotch as I began to chew on the pouch knowing what was contained within...a fat uncut cock. Pulling the jockstrap down, his beautiful cock struck my face. I moaned as my cunt lips pulsed with the memory of puppy’s cock fucking me. Grabbing his smooth balls...feeling the fullness that I knew they contained...I took his cock into my mouth. Suckling his cock, I felt puppy hesitate. “OK cuntboy, we gotta stop and get you clean,” puppy chuckled and pulled me up. I was disappointed at having to release puppy’s cock but I knew I’d be servicing it again soon. “Cuntboy, you’re lubed right?” puppy asked as he checked my cunt with his right hand, verifying what we knew to be Daddy’s order whenever we were over. Since I hadn’t cleaned out, I had been unsure if I should but I had snuck into the mens room at work and lubed my cunt. I arched my back presenting my cunt acknowledging my training. Now that we both had stripped, puppy led me to the black tiled shower area. Daddy had thought of everything when he designed the dungeon. Puppy motioned to the ledge on one side of the shower area, “OK cuntboy, hop get up there on all fours.“ Puppy slapped my ass and I obeyed. Climbing onto the ledge, I dropped to my hands and knees feeling the cool tiles on my skin as puppy reached up to the shower head. Turning on the water, puppy adjusted the temp as the water ran through the shower head. Once satisfied that the water was the right temperature, puppy grabbed the attached shower shot. “OK cuntboy, arch your back. Present that cunt to your alpha,” puppy commanded placing his hand on my lower back and inserting the shower shot into my cunt...I moaned...as my cunt lips spread open to accept the nozzle. “OK here it comes, cuntboy,” puppy announced as he switched the water to the nozzle.” I felt the warm water fill my cunt. “Fucking beautiful cuntboy.” puppy calmly said as he rubbed my back. “Let me know when you’ve had enough.” I could feel my stomach extend a bit and I nodded when I had reached my limit. Puppy switched the nozzle off and removed it from my cunt. “OK cuntboy, hold it,” puppy directed me as he began to rub my stomach. After a few minutes, it was time to empty. “OK cuntboy, get over to the drain in the corner.” Holding the contents of my cunt, I got off the ledge and went over to the drain and emptied out. “We’re almost there cuntboy...back on the ledge,” puppy smiled. As I climbed back on the ledge, I heard a single ring. It was the front door intercom. At the sound, both of us looked at Daddy as he rose to check who was at the door since the dungeon also had access to the system. A few seconds later, there were two rings. On the third, Daddy answered. “Yup, be right there,” Daddy responded. “OK boys, continue. We got a delivery,” Daddy smiled, gave puppy a wink and walked out of the dungeon. Puppy and I continued the process making until we were sure I was clean. “Ok cuntboy, we gotta get geared up," puppy smiled as he threw me a towel and we dried off. After putting on my collar and harness, I looked for my jockstrap but I couldn’t find it. I continued searching the dungeon floor looking for it as puppy geared up. “What’s the matter cuntboy?” puppy asked as he adjusted his cock and balls in his red jock. Fuck, I loved the sight of his straining bulge barely covered by the red pouch. “I can’t find my jock, puppy.” I answered. Puppy smiled and walked over to the shelves and pulled something off the top shelf. “That’s cause Daddy took it. I got you a swimmer jock, like mine. I told you I’d get you one.” Puppy walked over to me and knelt, “Step in cuntboy, you earned it.” I stepped into the jock as puppy held it. As puppy pulled the jock up over my thighs, he took my cock in his mouth. “Aw fuck, puppy!” I gasped feeling his warm mouth engulf my cock, “Thank you!” Puppy released my cock, kissed the head and pulled up my new yellow jock covering my now engorged cock. “Fist and Piss for Daddy,” puppy smiled. Puppy grabbed a couple of leashes and placed one on my collar and one on his. Grabbing the lube, puppy reminded me, “Bend over cuntboy...lube time.” Puppy began teasing my cunt lips with two lube covered fingers and prepped my cunt. “Let’s go cuntboy,” he commanded and pulled my leash. I groaned, knowing my alpha was now in charge. I followed puppy out of the dungeon and down the hall into the living room. At the entrance, I heard several voices and hesitated. Noticing my hesitation, puppy simply stated, “Cuntboy, you’re in Daddy’s house. You know the rules. You’re a cuntboy and will always present yourself like that in his house.” I nodded and followed. Entering the room, I noticed two guys on the sofa having a beer. The younger was in his late 20s, blond, 5’10”, 165 lbs and the other was taller, 6’, black hair, 200 lbs of muscle and a couple of years older. Part of me expected them to be geared up in leather but both were dressed casually...tshirt, jeans and sneakers. In front of them on the coffee table were four lines, a couple of straws and a bag of T. Then I noticed Daddy sipping a beer in his chair across from them wearing nothing but his harness and boots. I moaned as I saw his cock nestled between his balls between his outstretched legs. I shouldn’t have been surprised, Daddy was home so he dressed as he wanted no matter who came over...same as puppy and I had our gear on while at Daddy’s house. Noticing that I was now wearing a yellow swimmer jock, Daddy smiled, “I see puppy gave you your present cuntboy. There’s more of them. You can toss the others.” I proudly stood, “Yes, Daddy.” Come here boys,” Daddy ordered. “Guys, you know puppy. This here’s cuntboy.” “Cuntboy?” said the blond perking up. “Yup, cuntboy,” Daddy chuckled. “He’s got a beautiful deep cunt. That right cuntboy?” “Yeah Daddy,” I quickly responded, “my cunt‘s always ready for cock.” “Cuntboy, this is MIke. He’s my go to for our party favors. That’s Chris, he’s with Mike,” Daddy matter-of-factly stated. Mike, noticing that puppy and I wore similar gear...collar, piped bulldog harness and swimmer jock...puppy in red and me in yellow...laughed, “So you got yourself another one?” “Yup, cuntboy’s my piss pig,” Daddy proudly stated as he motioned us to his side. We dropped to our knees, crawled over to each side of Daddy and sat back on our knees. “He takes my and puppy’s piss. A fucking urinal.” Daddy proudly announced as he grabbed our leashes and held them. I growled. Releasing our leashes, Daddy offered us the lines, “Ok boys, Mike brought us some replenishments. There’s two for each of you to try. We’ve already sampled it. Let me know what you think.” Puppy and I crawled over, took a straw and inhaled our lines. Giving his approval, puppy nodded, “Fucking good shit, Daddy...” I instantly felt it hit my cunt and could only smile as my cunt lips throbbed. Satisfied, Daddy called us back to his side. Grabbing the back of my neck, Daddy pulled me towards him and whispered in my ear, ”Cuntboy, Mike’s straight but I think he could use a blowjob. He brought us some good shit. What do you think?” I moaned as the combination of the T radiating in my cunt and knowing that I was being whored out by my Daddy kicked me into high gear. “Why don’t you ask him if he’d like Daddy’s cuntboy to blow him. Go on.” I looked over at Mike who was smiling by this time. I knew what I had to do, but more so, what I wanted to do. I crawled over to Mike, “Mike, thanks. I want to suck your cock to thank you. Please let me suck it,” I pleaded. Mike spread his legs and I could see his growing bulge in his crotch, “Yeah cuntboy...sounds good. I got a two-day load. But I have to know that you want it...not just cause you’ve been told to blow me. I got some ethics,” he laughed. “Show me how much you want my cock, cuntboy.” I growled and began chewing on Mike’s crotch as I took in the scent of sweat and piss from the denim. Finding the zipper with my tongue, I took hold of it with my teeth and pulled down. Mike quickly undid his jeans and pushed it down to his ankles. “Go on cuntboy, suck my cock,” he ordered slapping his hardening cut cock against my face. I had to have his cock...I didn’t need Mike ordering me to do it. The knowledge that I needed cock and that I was being whored out by my Daddy was all that mattered...I took in his cock. Tasting the slight saltiness from his last piss, I moaned. My new piss addiction was triggered. Since our first time, I had been taking all of Daddy and puppy’s piss during our sessions. I craved it now to the point I’d even sometimes piss into my hand in the mens room at work and lick it up. Mike’s hands grabbed my head and plunged his cock into my throat as I began to stroke the underside of his leaking cock with my tongue. “Shit...fucking good cocksucker,” Mike gasped and began to face fuck me. Noticing Chris’ bulge, Daddy smiled, “Puppy, why don’t you help out Chris there? I don’t want him to feel left out.” “Aww fuck yeah,” Chris moaned as he undid his jeans and pushed them down to give puppy quick access to his hard cock. Puppy eagerly crawled over to service Chris’s cock and took it right down. It was obvious that puppy had serviced Chris before. “Fuck yeah, puppy...fucking good cocksucker. Take my cock!” Daddy, cradling his balls, sat there watching his two boys being whored out. “Good boys. Take care of them. We got some good product.” There we were, puppy and I, servicing Daddy’s dealer and muscleman. The room filled with the sound of cocksucking...slurping, moaning. I kept sucking...getting hotter as the chems continued streaming through my body. Mike’s hands pressed my head forcing his hard cock deeper down my throat until his balls were hard against my chin...I groaned. Feeling his entire cock engulfed, Mike grabbed hold of my leash and began humping my face. Suddenly, I felt Mike’s body tense and I pulled back a bit off his cock...I wanted to taste his cum. “AWWW FUCK!” Mike exclaimed as he shot his load into my mouth, “TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD CUNTBOY!” I moaned feeling Mike’s cum shoot into my mouth and fill it. Savoring the taste, I closed my lips tighter around Mike’s cock as he pulled it out making sure I took every drop in as I swallowed. Knowing my job was done, I backed away from Mike and returned to Daddy’s side and took in the sight of puppy. There was my alpha, kneeling in front of Chris...his beautiful engorged cunt lips exposed. I watched puppy’s hands rubbing up and down Chris’ legs as puppy’s head boobed up and down Chris’ cock. “Fuck yeah, Daddy!” I moaned as I saw puppy engulf Chris’s entire cock to the root and hold it there. Here was my alpha...the man I serviced...sucking another man’s cock. I knew my place...cuntboy. Chris began to rub puppy’s back with one hand as his other hand rested on the back of puppy’s neck. I couldn’t look away. Chris grabbed the back of puppy’s head with both hands and began to quickly fuck his face. “AW FUUUCK!” Chris moaned as his hips thrust upwards with a sudden jerk and shot into puppy’s mouth. As Chris sat back, puppy noisily licked the last drops of cum from Chris’ cock. Satisfied, puppy turned. Opening his mouth showing me a wad of cum, he gave me a wink, swallowed and returned to Daddy’s side. Grabbing me by the collar, Daddy chuckled. “So, what do you think of my cuntboy, Mike?” “Fuck yeah. You got a good one there,” Mike readily complemented me. Grabbing his cock, Mike smiled, “So... about the piss...that part of today’s deal?” Daddy laughed, “Of course, cuntboy’s always up for piss....aren’t you?” “Fuck yeah! Daddy,” I growled. Daddy released me. I quickly crawled back between Mike’s legs and opened my mouth...I had a taste of Mike’s stale piss and I wanted more...I needed more. “Fuck yeah...fucking urinal,” Pointing his cock into my open mouth, Mike moaned and let go of his beer and chemmed up piss. The warm piss began filling my mouth and I started the measured swallowing to prevent any spillage that Daddy and puppy had trained me on. I was a urinal...trained to take it all. “Fuck, cuntboy,” puppy urged me on, “Hot from the tap!” The piss kept coming...it seemed like an eternity as I kept guzzling it down. As the flow finally started to subside...I opened my throat wide and took the last of Mike’s piss down. “Keep that mouth open cuntboy,” Mike ordered as he shook his cock and the last drops hit my face. Rubbing his cock, “Fuck man...I gotta piss soon!” Chris moaned. Without a second thought, I moved over to Chris...getting my first close-up look of Chris’s enormous cock. “Good cuntboy,” Daddy nodded approvingly. I had to have a taste of this cock. Moving closer to my waiting mouth, Chris placed his cock on my outstretched tongue. Feeling the weight and girth, I engulfed the massive head. “Shit yeah!” Chris moaned as I began working it. After a bit, Chris pulled out as the first yellow drops exited his piss slit. “Drink boy!” Chris commanded. As the piss poured from his cock, I began to swallow. “Yeah! Take it all cuntboy!” puppy encouraged me as he watched me take the piss. Chris moved back a bit on the sofa and the stream of piss arched into my willing mouth. Sensing Chris’s bladder was emptying, I moved forward and took his cock back in my mouth sucking the last drops out of his piss slit. “FUUUUCK!” Chris moaned...holding my head on his cock. After a bit, he released my head...I sat back on my haunches in front of him...wiped the piss from my lips with the back of my hand and licked it clean. Returning to Daddy’s side, I moaned...thanking them for the piss. Laughing, Daddy clapped, “What a fucking good show boys! Why don’t you head back to the dungeon. Mike and I gotta finish our business.“ Grabbing my leash, puppy stood up. I started to rise but puppy gave me a stern look and I lowered myself. “Stay down cuntboy,” my alpha ordered as he led me crawling out of the room. At the door of the dungeon, puppy stopped and lowered himself. “Fuck yeah...cuntboy...your first time being whored out for T,” puppy announced as he his lips met mine.

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.

You know it’s going to be a good day having a group of 6 men that my BF invited, use me since I woke up dumping 14 loads in my wrecked pussy after I was pounded hard, DP’d and even got a fist in me.

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...

I walked into the fast food restaurant and saw a beautiful young stud standing in line to order. He looked to be 5'9" about 175 - 180 lbs, dirty blond hair, well tanned wearing a t-shirt with the sides cut out and short soccer shorts. West HS soccer was plastered on his shirt and he had a great funk/smell. I figured he had been at practice. The cashier started taking his order and obviously knew him. I learned he was a senior and had just turned 18. He paid then moved to the beverage fountain. I ordered my food and then went to get my drink. I looked up and our eyes meet. I looked at his crotch and then back up at his eyes. He had a nevus grin and looked away. I assumed it was a lost cause but after getting my drink I spoke to him saying he must be really hungry after practice. He smiled and said yes and it had been a hard practice. He seemed to be more comfortable after a few minutes of conversation. They called his number and he left with his food to go. I got my food and went and sat down thinking damn it would have been nice to see him naked or at least shirtless. I'm 50 years old and have been in the closet all my life and just recently started to come "out" of my shell. I have sucked a few dicks but that's it. I would have loved to suck him off. As I am dreaming I look up and he is standing in front of me. He asked if he could sit down and I said of course (must have been 8 empty tables around). He sits down and says his car wont start and he was going to need a jump start. I said after we eat I could help. We talked about his car and he said he guessed he need to take better care of it. I smiled and said you need to take care of more than your car and he laughed a nevus laugh. As we walked out I made it a point to bump into him. We went to his car and I said it was probably more than the battery after he told me he had jumped it a couple times. So I said we could try or I could have it towed and have my mechanic fix it for him. He said I cant afford that I don't have the money. I smiled and told him it was no problem and pointed to my Ferrari 458. I hear a slow damn under his breath and before he can say anything else I called AAA told them wear to take the car and tossed him the keys and said lets go I'll take you home. He was like really I can drive it. We get in and I showed him all the features. Then I say so you know the way home you can head that way or you can turn left and we can go to my place. Maybe take car of you if you like, you know hot tub or pool. The ball was in his court. I held my breath and low and behold he turned left. We talked about the 458 on the way to my house but once we arrived I asked if you wanted to sit in the tub and offered a drink. He said I didn't bring my bag so I have nothing to change into. I smiled and said just wear your underwear and then free ball in your shorts afterwords. He then told me he was already free balling, as we approached the tub he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside and ask if he could use the restroom ass he needed to piss. I decided to go for the gold and said no he couldn't use the toilet but I would be happy to take care of him. I got a look of shock and he said what. I dropped to my knees and pulled off my shirt and opened my mouth. He asked if I was serious and I said hell yes. He shyly walked up and pulled out his cock and a few minutes later he let loose a beautiful stream off piss. I drank as much as I could and he made sure to spray my face and chest as well. As he was finishing I leaned in and took his cock in my mouth to get the last few drops. He tried to pull away but I grabbed his hips and held him in place while I started sucking him. It didn't take long and I was rewarded with a huge thick load of great tasting cum. After I cleaned him up I looked up and asked if his girlfriend would have done that. He said shit no, she wont even touch it, she wants us to wait. I asked if he like it and he said hell yes so I moved him to the deck chair and started sucking again. I sucked him for about 10 to 15 minutes, listening to him moan. About half way through he put his hands on my head and pulled me deeper. Then a few minutes later I hear fuck! fuck! fuck! take my load bitch as he shot his load in my mouth for the second time. After I had cleaned him up I asked if he wanted to get in the tub to relax or did he want me to take him home. He then told me he had texted his mom while I was sucking him and told her his car broke down and he was staying with a friend. Then he said he would rather I just suck him some more. I asked if he would rather take a old mans virginity because if he was game my ass was his. He just looked at me for a minute and said if my ass was as good as my mouth he was in. This was my first time doing this so please be kind. For the record the part in the fast food joint happened except for him coming back in. He was one hot piece of ass. If you like it I will continue sharing my dreams :)

This is the BEST thing I have read here hands down. Absolutely no contest. I was there in the hospice room with Ken and the narrator. I was there in the sling room with Ken and the greedy marine guy. Captivated! The entire story structured to an exceptional level writing skill. As 'ejaculaTe' said; [ But there's a sensuality and tenderness between Ken and the narrator that takes the story beyond mere bug-chasing porn. ] And as 'Monster5-8gPA' said; [ ... to show they are worthy of love and kindness it at times the best thing you can do for another human being ] Those comments resonate with me. Yes, we are all horny fuckers, yet, at the end of the long hard day, we are human beings, with feelings. I have never read anything on here until now where my heartstrings were tugged, and, emotions bubbled to the surface. Then, the narrator manages to yank me from that place with; ''Until Mark.'', which caused a loud audible laughter. And that in my book is a sign of tremendous talent and creativity, managing to take someone on a journey where the story flicks their emotions from one emotion to another in a split second. Thank you VERY much 'Spermpig' 😎

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.”

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."

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😂

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? 😈

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.

I love holding loads as long as I can. Letting that DNA soak in and become part of me.

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.

Yeah, I’m a bug chaser. It didn’t take me long into my bareback bottomhood to realize that the thrill of sex increased exponentially if there was a danger element involved. So I started doing it with married men. In public places. With the partners of friends of mine. And eventually with Poz men. I must admit that the whole Poz thing really turned me on. At first I was kind of freaked out about how I got off on the idea of playing roulette with my health, but once you experience that thrill of living on the edge and letting a Poz guy stay in you when he cums... well. It’s all over from there. But this was the mid 90’s and dating/hookup apps didn’t really exist yet. And Poz guys weren’t really to be found on AOL and gay.com. At least not where I lived in middle America. What we did have in my community, though, was a small AIDS hospice. Okay, okay. I know how this sounds. Pretty sick, right? A young guy trolling an AIDS hospice for Poz cock? Preying on gay men in the last stages of life?? But that’s exactly what I did. And very successfully too, I might add. I was in my mid-20’s back then. I was decently attractive with a sort of “golly gee” innocent charm about me (that totally hid my pervy side). And I had a good ass. Total bubble butt. I mean, from the age of twelve I knew I was built to be a bottom. Anyway, I applied to be a volunteer at the hospice. I said I would love to come read to the guys or talk or just keep them company. I could come by in the evenings and on weekends when I wasn’t working. AIDS still had a strong stigma back then, so having a young gay such as myself willing to volunteer was a bit of a novelty. I was snapped up quickly. Now, don’t go thinking that I immediately started going down on and raping all the men in hospice— because I didn’t. I actually did read to them and chat and keep them company, as I had volunteered to do. But I was also developing relationships and sussing out which men might be up for some unprotected sex with an eager, 20-something bottom slut. Eventually I found Ken. Ken was in the later stages of his illness. He was still handsome, in a way, but pretty gaunt. Blonde. Sharp Blue eyes. Mustachioed. He was one that I read to on a consistent basis. But we also talked and developed a decent friendship. Once we were fairly comfortable with each other, I asked him about his past. Like, did he have a partner ever? Did he used to have lots of sex? Did he know how he became infected? Did he used to go to bath houses or anything? He smiled slyly at me and opened up about being quite promiscuous in his day. “How promiscuous?” I prompted. Which is when he started regaling me with tales of sex parties, orgies, back rooms of dance clubs, bookstores, and yes— bath houses. He’d done them all. “And I really liked it,” he said wistfully. “I just really liked sex.” In subsequent visits I prodded him for more and more details, always saying things like “Life is so different now— this doesn’t happen. Back then it was so much more... exciting.” To which he’d agree. He didn’t know how he’d become infected, but it was several years ago now- probably in the later 80’s. He laughed and confided, “Yeah, I was stupid back then. I figured since I was a top, I was immune. That only bottoms got infected. Whoops.” Hearing this I asked if he only ever topped. He shrugged. “I tried bottoming a couple times— didn’t really enjoy it. Besides, once guys saw my dick I sort of automatically became the top.” “That big, huh? You poor thing! You must have been very popular!” I laughed. “How else do you think I wound up in this bed?” He chuckled. From there, I started steering our conversations into more sexual waters. Like did he miss sex? When was the last time he had some ass, etc. He looked at me wistfully and said he hadn’t had any since a year before hospice and that he did miss it. “With all the ass I’ve had, you think I’d be satiated, but I’m not. You always want more,” He said quietly. “Yeah, I know.” I told him. “I’m such a slut for big cock, I can never get enough of it.” Then I winked at him. He actually blushed. That was as far as I pushed it for awhile, letting the seed I’d planted in his mind to germinate a little. Plus, I needed to be sure about what I was going to do and then prepare my next steps. After a couple more “innocent” visits to Ken, I was ready to take it to the next level. This time, for my reading material, I brought some gay erotica. I started reading it aloud, as I would have our other book. After it became apparent what I was reading, he stopped me. “This is a bit of a departure from our usual,” He said hesitantly. “Yeah, I know. But I wanted to mix it up. And given some of our conversations I thought you might like this change of pace.” And I kept reading. As I read, I looked over occasionally and could see him fidgeting a bit and shifting around. I also saw him casually put his hands in his lap to mask his growing erection. I smiled at this and kept on reading. It was a particularly vivid account of a young bottom going to the baths and getting bred by stud after stud- cum leaking out of his chute. After the account of the fourth load from a particularly randy well-hung black stud I put down the magazine and said, “Hmm. You don’t have to be shy. Let that boner be free, it’s ok. We’re both gay, and I got one too.” The chair I was reading in faced him so I shifted my legs so he could see my crotch. I saw him eye my bulge hungrily although he did blush again. But he also moved his hands for me. Holy fucking tent. “Damn Ken, you DO Have a big one, don’t you?” I said breathlessly. I could see the sheet moving slightly as his pulse made his dick jump. “Can I... can I see it? Just a peek. Please??” He looked toward the door and hesitated, and I looked him squarely in the eye and said please again. Slowly he lifted the edge of the sheet and freed his impressive cock. “Ohhh. My.” I exhaled. His Dick was beautiful. It had to be 9 inches at least. It was one of those cocks where the head wasn’t huge and flared— just behind the rim of the head his shaft grew in girth until it reached its widest point about 1/3 of the way down the shaft. Then it tapered slightly to the base. It also arced proudly out from his groin, like the weight of the end of it pulled it slightly downward. And below it all were a nice pair of low hangers, just resting on the mattress. “Damn, you are blessed aren’t you?” I whispered in awe. “Sometimes I think it was a curse,” he said. “Like, if I had an average dick maybe I wouldn’t be sick right now.” “Maybe,” I said matter of factly. “But do you really think having a smaller cock would have changed your sex drive though? I mean, I know big dick guys who have no libido at all, and small dick guys who jack off 10 times a day. All I know is that you seem to have been sexually insatiable and probably would have found a way to have tons of sex, with or without that monster.” This talk was making him lose his hard on, so I quickly said, “Hey. How about you tell ME an erotic story. Like from your bathhouse days. Don’t be a lazy bitch and entertain ME for a change.” I smiled. “Surely you must have a hot tale of a favorite fuck to share.” He smiled back slowly and said, “Oh yeah. I have a few good ones. How about I tell you about the young marine?” “Sounds good to me! Let’s hear it,” i urged. “So this was at the bath house, oh many years ago now. I was there one night and in the sling room was this young, muscle-stud. He had a ‘friend’ who was guarding the entry and whoring him out. Several guys were peering in and and watching the action so I asked the ‘friend’ what what was going on. Turns out this little muscle stud was a Marine, had just turned 21 and wanted his own 21 gun salute. The friend was helping to line up good Dick and to make sure things didn’t get out of control. So far the kid was up to 11 loads and #12 sounded like he was getting close. So I asked if I could take a turn and flashed my dick at the friend. The friend smiled and said “you’re up next”.” “Oh damn, man,” I said. “This is my total fantasy! Sorry for doing this but....” I then unfastened my pants and pulled out my throbbing cock. Ken watched me do it and made no protestations. After watching me slow stroke a few times he went back to his story. “So I hear #12 finish up— loudly. And as soon as he left the room, I walked in. The kid was fucking hot. Exactly what you’d think of when you think US Marine. Tan. Well muscled. Lanky. Buzz cut dark hair. Even the dog tags laying between his pecs. His legs were slightly furry as was his ass. The kid looked up at me and his eyes were totally blown- probably on something. Or it could have been that sex haze. Anyway, I walked up to his face so he could get a look at my cock and his eyes got real big! And then his mouth opened... So I fucked his mouth to get myself good and hard. He was choking and gagging on my cock, but also just moaning like a bitch in heat. It didn’t take me long before I was raging hard. Like I am now.” I looked back at his cock and he was back at full mast and throbbing. I scored my chair right up next to his bed so he was within reach. I think Ken knew what I was thinking, but he didn’t stop me. “Go on...” I urged. “So, I pull out of his mouth and moved to position. I look down and can see a trickle of cum leaking out his ass, as well as a good puddle on the floor. I can’t believe I’m saying this but— I bent down and scooped up some floor spunk and slathered it on my Dick. Then I pushed into him. This boy was so used and so full of cum, I really didn’t need the extra lube, but the idea was hot to me. I pushed in pretty easily to a point, then met with resistance as I got to his second ring. So I took my time and slow-stroked him with just enough Dick so I was teasing his second ring. It felt so... WHOA!” It was at this point in his story when I reached over and grabbed his cock. It startled him. “Whaaa what are you doing?” He asked in a shaky voice. “I’m helping you out, man. You need this. And I want to do this. I wanna make you cum as you finish this story.” His breath was shaky and shallow, but I kept my hand on that impressive cock and jacked it slowly. His eyes half closed and he swallowed thickly. And I knew I had him. “So, you were fucking him slowly, right up to that second ring....” I promoted. His eyes close... “Yeah. Um. So I start to tease deeper. I slow push into him and get my head up in his second ring and you would think the marine is storming Iwo Jima from the noises he starts making. I pull out and slow push in again. And again. And again. Eventually this marine is grunting and Ooo Rah’ing and taking it like a goddamn champ. So I really start giving it to him. Hard. The sling chains are singing and my groin is totally covered in cum spatter as all the other loads are being fucked out of him and deeper into him. He’s going cum crazy and bucking into me to take all I can give. I look back at the door and like 5 guys are watching us fuck. I know I can’t hold out much longer and thankfully I don’t have to. Suddenly the kid cries out and I see cum shooting from his Dick all over his chest and belly. I can feel his ass spasming around my cock and that’s about all she wrote. I ram it it hard, as deep as I can, and I flood his fucking slut marine guts. He’s whimpering and moaning and I and I am so turned on that I keep cumming and cumming and... AGGGH.” Ken’s cum shoots in a perfect arc from his Dick and spatters the sheets. The next spurts drip down my hand and onto his balls. When his orgasm subsided, I got up, put my hard cock away, and got him a wash cloth. I then cleaned up the mess. “Looks like someone had been saving up quite a load,” I said with a grin. Ken couldn’t meet my eyes. I think he felt embarrassed or something. I covered him with a sheet and patted his leg. “Dude, that was incredibly hot and I regret nothing. In fact, I hope we can do this again.” Ken didn’t say anything, but.. was that a tiny nod? After that, I would pepper in my visits with some erotic reading, and it would end with Ken telling me of one of his escapades while I jacked him. It was definitely hot- but time to take it to the next level. About a month after our first JO encounter, I started a more frank discussion with him involving his status. “So, did you still have as much sex after you became positive or did it kind of stop after that.” He grew quiet and didn’t answer for a time. “It stopped… for awhile.” he sighed. “But sex is hard to give up. Did you switch to condoms then?” I inquired. “Mostly…?” he whispered. “Bareback sex is even harder to give up, isn’t it? It’s ok, trust me I get it. You can tell me. I’m not here to judge you- we’re friends.” This seemed to open Ken up a bit. “When I was diagnosed, I sort of… shut down. I withdrew and basically stopped all sex cold turkey. I wasn’t partnered at the time, so I didn’t have to worry about that pressure. Heck, I didn’t even jack off. I just sort of became a sexual zombie. Eventually I was finding myself checking out guys again. Getting horny. Getting those ‘inconvenient boners’ during the day. I started jacking again. And then I got the urge to fuck again. I tried some hookups where I used condoms, but … they didn’t work out so well. I just couldn’t stay hard being all gloved up, and I would end up disappointing the bottom. So I kind of gave up the idea of sex again. Until…” he trailed off. “You fucked a guy bareback and gave him your poz load.” I said. Ken looked up at me with a startled look on his face. “Yeah. I mean no. I mean, I didn’t really mean to, but… it just sort of happened.” “It’s okay Ken. We’re sexual beings and you must have been insanely horny. So, this was your first time fucking bare as an HIV positive man— and I gather that you liked it. Tell me about it?” It looked like he was struggling with something internally. His face contorted a bit and he wouldn’t look at me. So I grabbed his hand and held it for awhile and we sat in silence for a few minutes. “I’m worried what you’ll think of me, but…. “ “I was so damn horny. It had been almost a year since my diagnosis and no real sex. I was going out of my mind. One afternoon I found myself on autopilot and sort of ‘came to’ when I was standing outside my favorite old adult bookstore. I went in and paid my 5 bucks and headed to the back. It wasn’t very crowded and honestly I didn’t even know what I was doing there. I didn’t know what I wanted but I knew I needed to get off. Maybe jack off watching others? Maybe a BJ? I didn’t know. I wandered around for a few and noticed that the glory hole booths were busy. There were these two particular booths that had a decent sized glory hole. I noticed a few lurkers hanging in this area, so I figured some guy was giving BJ’s. So I leaned up against the wall to watch. It wasn’t long before one door opened and this hispanic construction worker came out and was fastening up his pants. He headed for the exit and one of the other lurkers took his place in the empty booth. It wasn’t long before we could hear some groans and movement noises coming from these booths. And the booths, being flimsy plywood, were kind of shaking a bit. So it became apparent that more than just a BJ going on. I look over and the other guy has his fly open and is jacking a pretty decent piece of uncut meat…. “ By now Ken was hard, the retelling had him excited. So I reached over pulled back the sheet and took him in hand, as usual. He flinched a little, but let it happen. He still wouldn’t look at me though, his head was facing the other way out the window as he remembered. “So the guy in booth 1 cums loudly and the booth rocking stops. About a minute later, he comes out with a big smile on his face and heads for the exit. Now there are just two of us ‘lurkers’, and we look at each other. The other guy is older, kind of hard to tell his age really. Maybe 60? Looks a bit… sick… you know? Probably similar to how I look now And I knew. I KNEW he was poz. And yet there he was, jacking his cock at the book store…. He raised his eyebrows at me as if asking if I was heading in or not? I shook my head, and he walked into the empty booth. He didn’t close the door. So I found myself slowly walking up and watching. The old guy fed his dick through the hole and started moaning as I heard the wet sounds of a hungry mouth going to town on his cock. ‘Fuck yeah, suck it faggot,’ he whispers harshly. In my head I know this guy is poz and he’s just letting this guy suck him. In my head I’m really conflicted, but I can’t look away. And I’m… really turned on. Soon the wet sucking noises stop and I hear that unmistakable click noise of lube bottle being opened. I know what’s going to happen and again I’m watching it all go down and not saying anything. The old guy moans and I know the guy on the other side of the wall just sheathed that uncut cock in his ass. The booth starts moving slowly and I can hear the wet sound of ass fucking. My cock is so hard at this point it’s like it wants to tear a hole in my pants to get out.” In my hand, Ken’s cock is mirroring his cock in the story. He’s wickedly hard as he’s retelling this and I just keep jacking him. I stop just long enough to spit on my hand and go back. Ken makes a small noise in his throat, then goes back to his story. “The old guy starts really fucking into this dude’s ass through the glory hole. I’m basically in the booth with him at this point, my face close to the glory hole so I can see his cock going in and out of this ass. I can tell he’s getting close by his wheezing, when suddenly he stiffens up and grunts a few times and I know. I know his load, his… sickness… is shooting into the ass on the other side of the wall. I feel like I should say something. I feel like I should have stopped it before it got this far. But I didn’t. I just watched it all happen while my cock betrayed me in my pants. And I kept watching as the old guy slowly pulled out of the ass with a wet plop. Yup. Definitely no condom on that. He zips up and pats my shoulder. ‘It’s worth it,’ he says. And he exits the booth, leaving me alone in there. I see a finger extend into the glory hole from the other side. The international symbol for ‘stick your dick through, i’m waiting’. At this point I’m basically beyond the point of no return, so I close the booth door and open my pants. I hear the appreciative “DAMN” from the other side of the wall an I know he’s eyeballing my cock through the hole. He sticks his finger through again and motions to me. And before I know it, i’m feeding my dick through the hole. It was all I could do not to cum when I felt his mouth around my dick. It had been so damn long! I let him suck me for awhile, then I felt him pull off. Felt him apply the lube to my dick. I knew this was my chance to pull back… to stop. But I … I didn’t. And then I felt him slowly push his ass back onto my dick. The warm, wet heat enveloped me and I almost cried it felt so good! But I also was so conflicted— I was in this ass raw. And even though I’m pretty sure the previous guy just left a toxic load in there, that wasn’t me. Or was it? All I know is that fucking ass without a condom felt so damn good. I’m so turned on that I know I won’t last much longer. This guy is slamming his ass back onto my dick and fucking himself with it and I’m just standing there pressed against the booth wall letting him. I felt the orgasm building in my balls. I knew I was close. I knew I could pull out and spray all over the booth floor. I knew all this… and I let him keep fucking onto me. I needed the release. I needed to fuck. And then… it happened. I was cumming in him. I was in a post orgasmic haze— barely remember pulling out and zipping up. After a minute or two I stumbled out of the booth just as the other guy was coming out of his. We looked at each other. The guy was in his mid 40’s. Handsome. Dressed in suit pants, white shirt, and a tie. And had a wedding ring on. He saw me see it, and he just shrugged and smiled. ‘Thanks for that!’ he says. After that monster, I’m done.’ And he turned and was out the exit.” Ken paused here in his story and I still jacked his cock. I don’t know what prompted me to push, but I did. “That must have been a shock. Seeing that you just put your dirty load into a guy with a wife and kids, huh? Especially for your first time raw fucking as a poz man. I bet you felt sick about it… and turned on, too.” Ken finally looked at me. “Yeah. At first I was angry. I was all “You stupid fucker! You know you shouldn’t fuck without a condom! You have a wife!” “But it was hot because he WAS married and he WAS careless. Which made it all the hotter. Plus he’d taken god knows how many other loads that day. At least 3. Breeding married men is aways the holy grail… right?” I said all while jacking Ken’s cock more quickly. Ken’s eyes were boring into me. “Fuck yes. Stupid married men, thinking with their dicks … and asses. It’s almost like they’re asking for it. Asking to be caught.” “Asking to be infected,” I whispered. “Getting what they deserve,” he says. “Which is what made it easier the next time, and the next time, and the next time…giving all those stupid fuckers your toxic seed. How many did you fuck and fill, Ken?” That’s when I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him while I still jacked. “Oh jesus,” Ken moaned quietly and I felt his hand come to the back of my head. I finally had his monster cock in my mouth and I lovingly sucked it and worked the head with my tongue. “Shit, I’m gonna…” Ken managed and he struggled to pull away. But I just gripped his cock and kept my mouth planted right where it was. Spurt after spurt of bitter, salty cum filled my mouth, but I swallowed it greedily. I kept him in my mouth until his cock started to soften- the last dribbles of semen pearling onto my tongue. Ken’s hand was still resting on the back of my head. When I finally released him from my mouth, he said “You shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m really sick, man.” He looked away from me sheepishly. “Ken, you know that the risk of transmission orally is very small. Also, I’ve been wanting to do that for months.” I tell him. He looked at me, with a bit of sadness in his eyes. “I’m going to let you in on a secret,” I tell him as we look at each other. “I’m not a nice boy who volunteers at an AIDS hospice and secretly pines for a boyfriend and two dogs and a house in the burbs. No. I’m a naughty boy. Sometimes I have anonymous sex. I don’t always fuck with a condom. I let guys cum inside me. Sometimes even if I don’t know their status. And sometimes…” I see something flicker across his gaze. “Even when I DO know their status.” “I love taking those loads best of all.” And I winked at him. A couple weeks later, I was back at Ken’s bedside for our reading time. But tonight was going to be different. Tonight was the night. I was going to get his cock and load inside me— unless he had a sudden attack of conscience and wouldn’t let me. I had come prepared. I had cleaned out thoroughly, prelubed my hole, and had lube and poppers in my backpack. I was also wearing a pair of gym shorts that I had cut strategically in the back for access. I pulled out the erotic fiction from his nightstand and read a good story to get Ken in the mood. It worked like always and soon he was tenting up that bedsheet. I put down the magazine. “So, tonight I thought maybe we’d do something different,” say. I see him look at me quizzically. “I thought perhaps I’d tell you one of my stories instead? Something… naughty.” Ken licked his lips and nodded approval. “So, there’s this guy I was hot for. Older than me, but handsome. Blonde— like you. Blue eyes, too. We chatted for a long time before I finally got up the courage to make a move on him.” I reached over and grabbed his throbbing cock. “We did some minor stuff— just hand jobs and blow jobs mostly. Turns out the guy is fucking hung like a racehorse! Fucking jackpot! I seriously can’t get enough of his big dick,” I said while jacking him. Ken’s eyes look black as his pupils are complete dilated as he watches me. “I mean, I love sucking that big fucker,” I said as I bent down to suck on Ken’s cock for awhile. “But I need more, you know? I’m a slutty bottom that craves big cock. And if this awesome guy won’t give me his, then I’ll just go to a bookstore and take some random strangers through a glory hole— you know?” Ken’s breath is coming faster now as I continue to suck him a bit. “So one night, I make my move and try to get this guy to FINALLY put it in me already! Only that’s when he springs it on me. He’s HIV positive. He doesn’t like fucking with condoms and he doesn’t want to risk infecting me, so he doesn’t want to fuck me.” I look at Ken as I pause in my story. “So I started sucking his cock and I tell him that I don’t care. That I want him to fuck me bare. That I want to— no, NEED to feel him cum inside me. I tell him I’ve let other men fuck me bare and some of them have probably been poz too. Heck, I might even be infected now and I may not know it. I’m so slutty and careless it’s almost like I DESERVE to get it, you know? Just another stupid bottom thinking with his hole. And whether he fucks me or not, nothing is gonna change this.” I feel Ken’s cock twitch and jump in my hand as I say all this. I then casually reach into my back pack and get out the lube and poppers. Ken’s breath hitches in his chest. I open the lube and start slathering his massive member. Ken’s eyes don’t leave mine. “So, this guy finally relents. I lube him up, open my shorts, lube my hole a bit, then get on top of him,” i say as I climbing onto his bed and mimicking all the actions coming out of my mouth, “and take a massive hit of poppers because I know I’m gonna need them.” I hit the poppers hard. “And then I slowly— finally— lowered myself onto him,” I whispered. It was like being torn open. Even with the poppers, Ken’s cock was huge. Easily the biggest I’d ever taken in my life to that point. It was the thick part just past the head that was the trick. I had to pull off, relube him, hit more poppers and slowly inch my way through that thick part as my hole burned in protest. Then there was a ‘pop’ as that thick spot suddenly breached my hole, and it got easier. I slid all the way down. Ken hissed as I hilted myself onto his dick. His hands found my hips. “The guy’s cock was massive, but I’d wanted it for so long inside me that I took it like a champ. And then I started riding him slowly. I wanted him to feel every inch of my insides and know that I wanted him there.” I rode Ken slowly up and down, getting myself used to his dick. Occasionally I stopped for poppers. “This guy had told me stories about his past… how much ass he’d fucked. I just hope mine would live up to the others. And, truth be told, I loved the fact that his dick had been in so many guys and it was finally my turn.” “I know this guy said he was conflicted about fucking me, but his raging hardon said otherwise. He loved it. And I know that in his secret heart of hearts, that he loved breeding guys with his poz seed. He loved fucking bare and dumping his toxic DNA into as many asses as would take it. Breeding all these guys who would never ask for a condom. Never ask about status. Just take whatever load in their cumhungry cunts. I know he didn’t like to admit it to himself and he probably felt ashamed for doing it. And even more ashamed for being so goddamn turned on by the idea that he’s infected dozens, if not hundreds of guys by now.” “Yeaaaaaah,” Ken moaned quietly as I continued to ride him. “I told this guy that it was ok. I understood. We all had that biological urge to procreate, and this was our way. Making sure a little bit of us lived on in others. And I told him I was a willing vessel. In fact, I wanted him to cum in me. I wanted it to be HIS cum that infected me. I didn’t want to be like he was and not know where the virus came from. I wanted the moment to be memorable. I wanted to KNOW. And I wanted him to know that he was the one.” I was riding the full length of Ken at this point. I had opened up to where his cock was plunging into my second ring on each thrust and I was leaking precum into my gym shorts with every bounce on his cock. Ken was helping guide me as he grabbed my hips. “Do it Ken. Cum in me! Fill me! I want you to be the one! Please??? Be the one who knocks me up!” Ken’s eyes flicked open and he grabbed my hips hard as he thrust up into me. His cock was buried well up into my second ring when I felt the pulses. The throbs. The wet heat. Ken’s AIDS cum was shooting so deep into me that I knew it would take. And I filled my gym shorts with my own seed as I spontaneously came from the knowledge that I was taking a living part of Ken and continuing the line. Ken shuddered and we stayed welded together until his cock had softened enough to easily come out of my ass. As I pulled off of him I bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Thank you,” I whispered. I got off the bed, grabbed a wash cloth and started to clean him off. There was a little blood on the rag after I washed off his dick. He saw it and his eyes got big and I could see him wondering if he had hurt me. “Dude, you have a massive cock- the biggest that’s ever been in me. I was expecting this. Maybe next time I’ll be a bit more loosened up.” And I smiled at him as I went to the wash room to clean myself up. Ken and I fucked a few more times, but it wasn’t long before his health took a turn and before I knew it, he was gone. At least I got to be by his side when he left this world; for that I’m grateful. And yes, I did get sick after our fuck sessions. Sure enough, I had caught the ‘fuck flu’. Testing confirmed it. Given the timing, I knew it was Ken’s doing. And I was grateful for that ,too. I kept volunteering at the hospice after that. I mean, it wasn’t like Ken was the only guy I spent time with during my visits, but Ken was the only one I had cultivated a fuck relationship with. Until Mark. One evening I was visiting Mark and as I was preparing to read to him he stopped me. “Um, I was wondering if you could maybe read this tonight instead,” he asked. He pulled out the magazine of erotic fiction that I had given Ken for our sessions, and he handed it to me. I smiled. “Uh, Ken said that you would read to him out of this and it was very, um… stimulating. I was hoping that maybe we could do the same?” Yes Mark. I was positive that we could do the same.

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.

The only time anyone cares about the debt is when the opposite party is in power. As for "constrained by Congress," IIRC, there was another president who said of Congress didn't do what he wanted, he would use his "pen and phone" to rule by Executive Decree. This same president used his executive power to strip college men accused of rape of their Due Process rights under the Constitution. Both parties are horrible. Both parties are corrupt. Both parties are authoritarian. Fuck them all.

I didn't go on meds for a few years after converting, but when it started to risk my health I started, To me, sexual thrill wasn't worth dying for.

Indeed, one cannot. There's a very small percentage of guys doing porn that can do exclusively that and make a livable income. Nearly all of us who thus expose ourselves will also do escorting, gogo, etc. to make it more lucrative. But a day job is necessary because of the random jig aspect of things, and you need the flexibility to be gone for a few days for filming. Working in retail, for example, might not be ideal for a porn star because things are filmed on weekends, and stores are busiest on the weekends. Some examples: Jesse Jackman works in IT. Silver Steele works for an oil rig company (I think). Aleks Buldocek is a social worker. I work for a church - and yes, they know what I used to do. It was a very awkward conversation. It's just a side hustle. But most employers don't need to know about such things.

Recently I have this strange urge to back to school. I wonder why?

There are men posting in this very thread about how they’ve stealthed other guys. I would like to believe they’re not all sociopaths, but rather, haven’t thought it through, or don’t realize that most of their peers here consider it an especially dick move. I’d like to think that such guys might be willing to rethink their stand on stealthing - and their intent to stealth in future - based on our community discussion here. Maybe I’m being naïve. I do that sometimes (I even let guys I totally do not know push their penis into my asshole, if you can believe that). But I still believe that the only way we make any headway in getting rid of this kind of behavior and making bareback sex safer for everyone is by speaking out about what is acceptable and what isn’t. Quit fetishizing it as well, for fucksake. When some fucker talks about stealthing someone, don’t encourage it by saying something ridiculous like “That’s hot”. No, it isn’t, it’s sinister as fuck, and what’s the matter with him that he would do that to someone? (By the way, my sexual past is chock-full of experiences where sick bastards did all manner of sick sexual shit to me as a submissive both in and out of bondage, so it’s not Polyanna talking here.) Let’s just decide as a subculture that it’s not something that we accept, and make it known.

Few tips - For a quick fuck, you can use a quick bulb cleanout after a movement but you will maintain that risk. Pure or Metamucil is simply going to help bind and pass whatever is in your system. It is not a substitute for cleaning out. Start with way way less water than you think or you will be spendingthe next 1/2hr or 1hr cleaning out. Always, always do some quick self play to take care of remaining water, fiber, particles, etc. after cleaning out. Will also lube you up and prime your cunt. At least for me, to fully relax and enjoy the feeling of being a cunt, I personally need to thoroughly clean (frankly, I generally prefer to clean thoroughly). I'll do a quick clean before I go to the gym just to always have my pussy rdy but that's really the only time. Some bottoms don't give a fuck and/or think they're unlike any other human body and never need to clean up, just have a movement and good to go. Unless they eat 1 meal a day of ice cubes. They're wrong and are leaving shit on dicks - don't be this bottom. Seriously, if you have any questions just keep asking.

Grindr hookup last night. Searched for a bottom as i felt like topping and found a cute 23 yr old within 15min. After a few pic exchanges i gave him my address. Perfect round ass and shaven all over.. He gets to my place and i haven't even shut the door and he is on his knees taking my pants off. As he is sucking my dick he mumbles that he has been playing with dildos that arvo and ass was lubed up. I rimmed his shaven hole for a while and slid straight in balls deep without him clenching. Yep lubed up for sure, he didn't even ask me to wear a rubber, not that i was going to. Think he just wanted to feel a real cock in his ass. I actually didn't last long, 5 min at best but i was watching porn for a while before he got to my place. Well i had no intention of pulling out and cum in his ass. I lay on top of him for a few minutes and then he says "thanks i needed that" then left straight away.

My regular black guy - call him Dr Jim - is a no-nonsense Top. I'm stripped before his 6'3" naked body on entry to his hotel room. I suck. He feeds me Jungle Juice as I do. The face down over the edge of the bed. More Pops for his 8" thick cock, and he's in. Fucks. Calls me 'white boy faggot'. Get's aggressive. A few slaps. Breeds deep and pushes home his cum. he lies down and I suck clean. Snuggle and then he orders Room Service. > He's a damn good fucker. Sadly only happens once a month when he's in London. I get the Tube home cum-lubed with me head down scanning hook-up sites for another dick to seed me.

Love liberaTing good boys. It's a fun hobby which gives back to the community

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. 💀👦

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! ☣️☣️☣️🐷☣️☣️☣️

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”

On a recent business trip I was horned up so I checked out Grdr app. I get a message from someone with out much of a profile. "hi daddy" he said. I thought oh this is BS or a bot but I responded "hey". I get several hot xxx photos and the guy says "I need some daddy dick and seed." Well I said "ok come to my hotel room so we fuck and Daddy will seed your hole." He said he is a few miles away and will be over shortly. I'm still thinking "yea right." and give him the room number and hotel. I'm checking out my app and BZ when there is a knock on the door. I open it up to see a sweet 19 year old latin guy. He is smiling and is hard in his shorts. I invite him in and he says he really needs dad to "take care of him" and wants to be fucked bad. He drops down to his knees and begins to suck my cock in my underware getting it all wet. I drop my clothes on the floor and he opens his mouth and takes my cock deep inside. Wow he knows how to suck cock. I bend down and play with his ass running my hand under his shorts. He is up and dropping clothes in a pile. We kiss deeply and he gets on the bed. I'm fingering his hole which is all wet and ready. He must have pre-lubed! I shove my hard dick in his hole and begin to pump away. His hole grips my cock so good. Every time I am thrusting he is using his ass muscles. This guy knows how to fuck! I am pounding away and he keeps moaning "yes dad" "fuck my hole. seed me dad" One more deep thrust and cum shoots out of my balls and deep inside his hole. I roll off of him and we talk. He tells me he lives close to the hotel and loves daddies. He works as a server in a diner and has odd hours. He had just gotten off when he saw me online and wanted to get fucked. We kiss more and he sucks me hard again. I slide back inside and fuck him again. He was in the hotel with me for a couple hours and we fucked and fucked. I shot 4 loads in him. The last one was he on top of me bouncing up and down on my dick as he was J/O and he shot his load all over my chest etc and as I felt his ass clench, I shot up inside him. We exchanged numbers and I have seen him a couple more times since then. The last business trip I missed him because he was stuck at work. I hope our schedules match up again because I want that hole again and again. He assured me I would get it again!

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.

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.

CHAPTER TWO THE SCARECROW I quickly backtracked and started exploring again. Screams and laugher all around.y mind wondered if the screams were from others getting trick or treats. I turned a corner and came face to face with the scarecrow. He wasn’t just a scarecrow, he was a scarecrow on steroids and that was an understatement. He was a muscled mutant! The old jeans were not only ripped all over but the rips were new rips in the thighs. His face was covered with a burlap hood, with very small eyes cut out and an evil face resembling the Rorschach test. “You the faggot sent by Grim?” I just nodded. “Want my venomous strain” Again I naively nodded and turned my back to him, bent over and lifted my shirt exposing my easy accessible hole. I heard rustling and assumed he was pulling out his cock. “Ready for my loaded weapon?” I stayed silent. He grabbed my hip with one hand and then he struck. He rammed his cock balls deep. He wasn’t hung but he was thick. “Got to make it hurt, when tricking a fag” I screamed again as my hole stretched to its limit and beyond. “That’s a good hole! Open up” He didn’t wait for me to get use to his thick cock, he pulled out and rammed back in causing me to scream again! He did this over and over. It was brutal, but I stayed there bent over taking it. “Oh fuck yeah. I got some pink jizz on the ridge of my head!” I started to worry if I was injured badly, but something kept me bent over getting rammed over and over my the scarecrow’s thick cock. “Gonna add my strain to the Reaper’s” His grip on my hips was vice like, I could feel his nails digging into my skin. He was rapidly fucking my hole. His hips were hitting my ass hard as he punched my hole with his thick cock. His breathing was getting fast and faster! “Got a weeks size load stored up for you faggot!” He pullover out again and rammed in, then started jack hammering my ass, pulling out until his head was just in and then pushed back in. “Unmediated load about to shoot deep” My mind was now spinning! These men were doing more than tucking me, they were trying to kill me. His grip tighten more as I tried to pull off his cock. “Oh no faggot, your not getting away! You’re going to take it” He rammed in and I could hear him moan as his load was shot deep in me. “Oh fuck yeah, I needed that” I felt sick to my stomach. I had just taken two poz loads from two men whose identity was hidden from me. And the Grim Reaper had intentionally scratched my insides. “Fuck faggot, your fate is sealed.” The scarecrow said, “find the werewolf “ He pulled out and started to walk away, pushing his cock back into his fly. “Man up fucker, give in to being a hole to twisted fuckers like us”

I eagerly licked out the cum from his ass and then kissed Eli. Another black man approached and I had Eli get on his knees to service him.. The black man totally took charge and fed him his cock forcefully down his throat.. I could see Eli struggling with it and he even tried to stop a few times to catch his breath, but whenever he stopped, the black man would smack him across his face.. Now I wasn't sure how either Eli or I would react to that but Eli took it as a cue to suck better and I took it as a cue to stroke my dick harder. This continued for a while, Eli sucking, gagging, and being slapped.. One other black guy cheered him on, telling the black man to teach him a lesson,, slap that faggot around, things like that. Then having had enough of the foreplay, he just stood Eli up and bent him over the couch.This guy must have been 6 3 240 or so, and practically made Eli disappear when he planted his cock inside his ass and threw his entire weight onto him. I could almost hear Eli gasping for air as the man's body smothered him. Then planting his two feet on the ground he began to thrust in and out.With me watching, knowing this was going to be the 2nd anonymous load of the night and I was there to see my boy take it. I kissed Eli and asked him if he was ready to take the black mans load.. He nodded yes but I told him he didn't hear you, so say it louder and Eli did.. "Give me that load.. Breed my ass" and soon after the black man let out a roar as he blasted his seed deep inside him.. He slapped him on his ass before leaving and told me you got some good boy there.. I thanked him and as he was putting his junk back in his pants, another black man came by and simply picked Eli up off the couch and dropped him on the floor to his knees.. The black man pulled down his pants and a thick 8 inch cock sprung out and up and he put it right up to Eli's face where he eagerly started slurping on it. This black man, was younger than the others.. Maybe Eli's age or younger, with a slender muscular build. He fucked Eli's face hard and I figured he might bust a nutt real soon.. He stopped suddenly turned around and planted his ass right in Eli's face. Eli didnt miss a beat and tongued that hole as deep as he could. Fucking that black ass with his tongue, and making love to it at the same time. After like 5 minutes of that, the black man turned around and told Eli to open his mouth.. He gave his cock a stroke or two more and shot an amazing load in Eli's mouth. Eli made sure he was done before swallowing the entire load.. I wanted a taste of it, even if only a dribble and tongued Eli's mouth with my own, swabbing his mouth for any cum that hadn't made it to his stomach. Was one black man still watching and he would be the next one to attempt to ruin Eli's ass. He was oldest of them all. Definitely homeless based on his appearance. The black guy must have been over70, gray beard, and a beautfiul thick uncut cock. He removed all his clothes and stood naked in the middle of the floor as Eli began to suck.. The man stood there and let Eli do the work. I could see he was totaly enjoying that white boy on his cock and I stood up next to the black man.. i rubbed and sucked on his nipples and leaned into his face and kissed him.. Tongues touching, I could taste the wine and beer on his breath. Which only made me kiss him deeper. I released my hold on his mouth only to tell him those magid words.. Breed my boy. He sat down on the couch, his black cock sticking straight up.. Eli mounted his hard member, facing both me and the two other white guys who were watching. As Eli sank his ass deep on to that raw cock. his own little white clit stood up straight.Some how I got on the floor, and moved my mouth and tongue on anything I could reach. Eli's cock, Elis balls, the black mans cock, the black mans balls.. I just wanted to taste as much as could and be up close to it all. As Eli rode his cock I could sense the man was close to breeding him and when he started to Eli just sat there and gobble up every bit of it.. I continued to lick away, feeling the taste of the mans cum dribble out of Eli's ass and into my mouth. Eli dismounted and sat on the couch, smiling at me.. Could this be the same boy I had just had sunday dinner with at his parents.. lol boy I wish they could see him now As the black man got off of the couch, I quickly layed Eli down on the couch on his back. I climbed up between his legs and lifted them.. I pushed my raw cock into his well lubed ass and fucked him . Leaning into kiss him deeply and tell him how much I loved him aas I gave him yet one more load on the evening. Another man, a chubby latino guy, stroked his uncut cock above Eli's face until Eli took it in his mouth.. As the latino shot his load into Eli's mouth, I unloaded in his ass. Then collapsing on top of him for what seemed hours. Let's go home I said.

The first two days of "training" went great I got fucked by both boys and Brett took Chad's dick at least once each night. It was amazing. Wednesday night after fucking me the boys said they had to go to a soccer camp and would not be back till Monday. I was depressed but it would give my ass a chance to recover from all the fucking. Thursday I was sitting in the living room catching up on paper work and the gate alarm chimed. I looked and it was Brett's Jeep. I met him at the door with his left arm in a cast. He said coach sent him home because he would be out for the season. He was very upset because university scouts had come to watch him play and it would be his only chance to get a scholarship. I chuckled and groped his crotch and said maybe this can pay for it and to the bedroom we went. He fucking me hard taking out his aggression calling me every name in the book as he drove deeper in my ass than ever. When he shot his first load I thought it would come out of my mouth he was so deep. He rolled of and I started cleaning his cock. He looked down and smiled and said you would really pay for school? I went deep on his cock and heard him moan "Ooooo Fuck". I raised up and smiled and said for this cock hell yes I pay for your school. We went to the bathroom and he piss on me and in my mouth and I drank all I could like a good bitch. When we went in the bedroom he grabbed his phone and made a call while I went back down on him. This is the conversation: "Dude, its Brett, you think about it?" There was a slight pause and then he said "good get your ass over hear it 222 White drive, push the red button at the gate and Ill let you in. I asked who it was and he said someone special who had been trying to get in his pant for year and that I would be happy. I kept sucking his cock until I hear the gate buzz. Brett got up and pushed the button to open the gate and looked at me and said stay put Ill be back. He then went down to let in our guest. When Brett returned he was followed by a very handsome blond who was in great shape. He looked like a swimmer and a soccer player mixed together. Brett introduced him as Aiden, Chad's older brother. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Chad's older brother was gay and in my house to fuck Brett and maybe me. As he started taking off his clothes he looked at Brett and said you ready for a real cock? Brett looked at him and said it only an inch bigger than your brothers and before I could lay eyes on it Brett was on his knees sucking Aiden's cock.

Pigs meet Tom. One of my newest creations and recruits to the cause. I know he's going to poz so many guys with the words of encouragement I am giving him.

I called work and told my secretary I would not be in. I told him to call the down and order me two fully loaded Wranglers and have them delivered to the house before 6. As the owner of several dealerships I had some perks. I cleaned the house and prepared my self for when the boys would show up after practice. It was a very long Monday to sat the least. The Wranglers where delivered by 4 with bows on them and I was waiting in the garage when the boys pulled in. Chad and Brett both asked what this was about. I told them the Jeeps belonged to them. They had been paid for and I had insured them for 2 years. Chad asked what I expected in return and I said he could leave now and never return if he wanted too but that I hoped he would stay. I told him I would put them both on payroll as personal assistants and they could come to house and use me anytime the wanted. The next thing I knew I was bent over the hood of the riding mower and Brett was shoving his cock in my ass. I hear fuck that ass is tight and I have a job and new Jeep to as well. This is the best fucking day ever. It wasn't long before I getting pissed on by Chad while taking Brett's dick. I heard Brett say god damn it you got that shit on me and Chad turned and let a full stream go on Brett's chest. Chad said fuck you, you have wanted this dick in you ass just like this bitch for years. you know you want it. I was floored, Brett never missed a beat fucking my ass as he leaned over and took in Chad's cock. We moved to my room were the boys had me on my back and Brett started fucking me again. I saw Chad come up behind him and start working Brett's hole with the lube I had on the night stand. I could not believe what I was seeing. This macho soccer stud was going to get fucked by his best friend and fellow soccer stud. I was excited at the thought and in great pleasure as it seemed like Brett was fucking be harder and deeper knowing he was about to get fuck as well. Fuck what a night this was going to be. I am not sure if I should continue. Let me know what you think.

On the way to my room he told me his name was Chad and he was a senior at the local high school. I could tell he was unsure of what was about to happen. I was as well but I wanted that 7 inch fat cock in me so bad. When we arrived in my room I told him to lay down while I got read. I went into the bathroom to clean out for him and to lube up a little. I must have take to long as when I came out he was out like a light sound asleep. I crawled in bed beside him and dreamed about what it would have been like and hoped he would still want my ass when he woke up. The next morning I heard him wake up and exclaim "fuck I late" he was looking for his clothes that were still out by the pool. I asked what was wrong and he said I am supposed to be at practice in 5 minutes. I told him to calm down and told him where his clothes were and said he could take the 458 to just bring it back afterwords. He was gone in a flash. Five hours later I still he still had not returned and I was starting to get worried. I had cleaned my ass and was ready but he was no where to be found. When I finally heard the car coming up the drive I was excited and hopped he still wanted to fuck my ass. I was sitting by the pool and I look up to see him and another young man and my heart skipped a beat. I knew I was about to get my ass whooped or worse. Chad said this is my friend Brett and he like your car a lot. Before I could respond Chad was pulling off his t-shirt and Brett was following suite. The next thing I knew I had to naked 18 year old boys standing in front of me with hard cocks. I looked at Chad and said so am I dreaming and he said I told Brett you have the best head and that you said I could pop your cherry and he wanted to join. His girl wont take care of him either and we both have blue balls. As he said that he started pissing on me and in my open mouth and a few seconds later so did Brett. I sucked a load our of both boys by the pool and the Chad asked if I still wanted fucked. I just stood up and said you know the way to the bedroom and all three of us headed to my room. I was pushed down on the bed on all fours and Brett shoved his 8 inch cock in my mouth. It was not as thick as Chads butt just that little bit longer. I felt Chad lubing up my ass and felt his cock head on my ass. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. After practice I went on line and watched a porn that showed how you bitches like to get fucked. Are you read? Before I could respond he started pushing in a little slow at first. After he had the first inch or so in he whispered take it bitch and shoved in to the hilt with no mercy. I tried to cry out in pain but my mouth was full of cock. He started fucking me hard. Pounding me like his life depended on it and after a few minutes of intense pain I felt amazing and I loved it. He fucked me for 10 minutes or so and then pulled out as fast as he went in and he a Brett switched places. Brett spit on my ass and pushed in all the way and was fucking me just as hard as Chad had only he was going a little deeper. Chad shoved his cock in my mouth and I was tasting my own ass juices while sucking this beautiful boy. I hear Brett say dude I going to bread this god damn faggot this ass is amazing. I hear Chad say fuck yeah it is I already shot one load in it and I ready to go again. I had not felt Chad cum but it now explained the taste in my mouth. Brett started saying take it bitch take my god damned load and I felt his cock swell and shoot. His whole body tensed and shook with each shot of cum in my ass. When he finished he pulled out and rolled over on his side and Chad then shoved in and after about three or four strokes he said take it bitch and this time I felt him coming in my ass. I cleaned both of there dicks when they had finished and then Chad said fuck I'm hungry. I told the boys if they would like to clean up and let me clean up I would take them to the local steak house and I for buy them dinner. We cleaned up and on the way out the door to get in my G wagon Brett said I just told my mom I was staying at your house tonight Chad. Chad chuckled and said yeah I told my mom I would be at yours. I knew then it was not over and my ass was in for a wield ride.

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

Sorry for the delay. I get major writer's block these days and it took me a bit to get things rolling again. +++ They began a steady rhythm of thrusting into me, my body feeling overwhelmed with the sensations coming from both ends. I could barely breathe around my dad's cock, and every time Jack's fucking slammed back into me, I felt like he was forcing the air right out of me too. I thought I'd get used to it once he got all the way in, but a cock his size could be felt every second of it. Jack pulled my ass closer to him before shifting a little bit forward, raising me up so that he was fucking me at an angle. I could see him staring down at me next to my dad, his eyes keenly watching as his fat shaft hauled in and out of my cunt. "Look at the greedy little faggot. You can see his cunt hugging your cock and milking it," my dad said, grinning as his cock flexed hard in my mouth. He loved watching me get wrecked by this beast of a man, no doubt about it. Suddenly, there was a rumbling noise below us. My dad stopped thrusting, his cock firmly down my throat as he paused to listen. "Oh, garage door." That meant my uncle Eric was home. It was a little bit early for him to be getting home, but I felt relieved. I figured it might be enough to get him to call his friend off of me. Instead, he climbed off of me, pulling his dick out of my mouth. "Don't worry about me, I'll be back in a sec. You two keep having fun." He winked back at us as he headed out the door. I had no idea what he was off to do, but I figured he'd get my uncle to leave. Jack, for his part, took my dad's advice, further adjusting his position until he had me folded up under him, his fat cock pumping in and out before me where I could see it too. This position let it go in more easily, but he never took it all the way out, just pulling back far enough that the head would be right at the entrance to my hole. "You're lucky your dad has you here... I like to take boys back to my sleeper and spend the weekend breeding them 'till they're carrying my poz babies." He grinned at the last bit, letting out a puff of cigar smoke as he leaned in over me, his hairy, sweaty belly rubbing against mine. "Then again, maybe your dad will let me borrow you. Wouldn't be the first time he's let me borrow some pussy." His eyes roamed over me as he thrust in and out, taking in the sight of me as his cock rammed in up close. "You'd love that, wouldn't you, faggot? Your dick is hard as a rock." He tapped my dick, making me yelp as the rough stimulation hit my sensitive head. He was right, I was pretty hard, as much as I was ashamed to admit it. He laughed, shaking his head. I knew I shouldn't be turned on, but I couldn't really help it. Some part of me had always gotten off on being fucked by men, even (or perhaps especially) when it involved getting used in a lewd, degrading way. Even though I knew in my head that I was being raped and pozzed against my will, my dick was absolutely loving it, my hole spasming and milking Jack's cock. Some part of me enjoyed this far more than I was willing to admit, and I could feel my ears burn with shame at the realization. "That's right, you do," he jeered, grinning down as his movements picked up speed. I grunted along with the deep thrusts, feeling as my body slowly acclimated to the fuck. It no longer hurt so deep when he thrust in, his groin coming flush with my ass with every thrust. It just filled me up, every throb of it sending sensations through me that put stars in my vision. I didn't even want to think about what that piercing was doing hauling around inside... I could still feel that for sure. He took in a deep puff from his cigar, the end of it glowing brightly for a moment before he huffed out, picking up pace with his thrusts just as I heard movement in the hallway again. I was mortified to see my uncle Eric walk in, my dad following closely behind him, still as naked as before. "See? Told ya the kid's a fag, too," he said, leaning against the doorway as my uncle seemed a bit dazed, his eyes fixed on me as Jack continued his assault. I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes, but it was like he wasn't there, just staring past me. "I'm surprised you never noticed. I just walked in on him getting his cunt plowed earlier!" My dad chuckled to himself, then wrapped his arm around Eric's shoulder. "Don't worry, though, bro, you're not going anywhere anytime soon," he said as he pushed my uncle down with his arm. Eric didn't skip a beat, lowering down onto his knees in front of my dad's half-hard cock and wrapping his lips around it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing beside me. My uncle Eric was my dad's younger brother, taller than him and overall larger but lacking the musculature my dad had. He was no wimp, of course, but he wasn't the type to spend time at the gym or lifting weights outside of work. I'd never thought him to be the type to submit so easily, but my dad seemed to be in charge. "Don't look so surprised, boy. My little brother here has been working this cock for longer than you've been alive." He held my uncle's face down in his groin, keeping it there. Meanwhile, on top of me, Jack was growing faster and faster, the piercing beginning to make my hole hurt from the friction. I knew better than to try complaining -- if anything, he'd get off on it more. Instead, I grabbed onto those beefy, hairy arms on either side, panting and grunting along with the frenzied rutting. I could tell he was close, and there was hardly any use escaping what that meant. "Ready, faggot? I'm about to put a fuckin' AIDS baby in your worthless cunt! Take my fucking venom, FUCK!" he snarled out, his hips moving with a brutal force that pushed me down into the mattress. I could definitely feel the familiar burn of my hole stretching too far, the pain making my eyes water as I felt an unmistakable gush of cum in my guts. One, two, three, four, five... Each felt as strong as the last, and it was hard to believe how long it drew out. My dad watched beside us, thrusting his cock in and out of my uncle's mouth as Jack slowly tugged his cock out of me. The entire length of it was slick with pinkish cum, my blood liberally mixed in in streaks. By the time his cock slid all the way out, a bright red streak coated the top, ending at the tip, where his PA was dropping with a cloudy mix of cum and blood. Finally, he climbed off of me for a brief second, only to place that half-hard cock on my lips. "Clean it off," he grunted as he went back to puffing on the cigar. "Alright, pigs, how's this for a treat? Get up, Eric. Take your clothes off." he said, pulling my uncle off of his cock. Eric complied, getting to his feet and stripping down. My uncle was much hairier than my dad, and as he took his pants off, I could see that he was similarly hung. His cock was hard, dripping precum off the end. "Now that my little brother's all horned up from sucking cock, I figure it's only fair he gets a taste of my son, too." Eric's eyes did widen a bit at that, but he didn't protest. He only looked back at me, his eyes inevitably looking at my wrecked hole. My dad led him over to me, pushing him onto the bed right on top of me. Eric was a sexy man, to say the least, but he looked conflicted as he was on top of me. "Go ahead, put it in him." There was a certain firmness to his tone that immediately made my uncle tense up for a moment. He gave me a briefly apologetic look before leaning forward and pushing his cock into me. At this point, Jack had opened me up nicely, so I had little trouble taking my uncle's shaft. He bottomed out quickly a small groan leaving him, then gasped as my dad came in behind him, pushing his own shaft in between my uncle's hairy asscheeks. "There we go, just how you like it," he said, and Eric indeed groaned, his shaft flexing and growing harder inside me. He began to make slow, shallow thrusts in and out, gradually working deeper and deeper with them. I could feel my own cock straining against his hairy belly, smearing precum around as I did what came naturally. Jack's cock was working into my throat again, his eyes trained on the three of us fucking as my uncle fucked me and himself on my dad's cock. I could feel Eric's grip growing tighter as his orgasm came to him as well, more cum flowing into me as he groaned quietly. My dad kept thrusting into him then, chuckling to himself. "That's another hot load for you, boy. Jack and I knocked him up as soon as I got back out." He pulled his cock out of my uncle's ass, and my uncle slowly withdrew from me, a wet glob of cum drooling out of my hole as his cock flopped out. I could still see pink streaks along it, my stomach turning a bit at the sight. "Well, shit, that's a start." My dad whistled as he pushed my uncle aside, shoving his shaft back into me. The pace was slow now, moving it around and mashing his hips as he relished it. Jack moved off of me now that his cock was clean, getting up off of the bed and going next to my dad on the bed, right behind my uncle. Bending him forward, he positioned that pierced cock at my uncle's hole and rammed in without warning, earning a yelp from him as well. Clearly, though, he was far more used to this treatment, as he soon began to sigh and groan, pushing back against that monstrous shaft. "Oh, yeah, we're gonna have so much fuckin' fun together..." my dad panted as the pounding resumed...

I'm in Evansville for a few weeks for work and have been hitting the two ABS arcades for a bit in the eves. Doing ok but not fantastic. more sucking than fucking. Last night as I was just getting inside the arcade, a guy what looked a bit homeless passes me and whispers that he's just looking for head. I went into the first booth with a glory hole and he went into the adjacent one. immediately his cock was through the hole. It was nice. not huge but nice. I got him hard then put spit on my hole and backed my ass up to the glory hole and slid his cock inside me. He began pumping hard and came almost immediately. perfect. his load was big and that's how I like it. quick anon pump and dump in my ass

I always wondered why my grandparents were close to my parents. i just thought it's because we all got on. we lived on a big house with lots of rooms. I was forbidden from entering some of them until I was an adult. The day finally came and I became an adult. "Don't bother getting dressed love" my father told me. "you going to show me the special rooms?" I asked naively. "sure honey I will just get the key" he said. He unlocked the door and opened it. Inside was a king sized bed and a flat screen TV. There were some interesting items on the bed. One of them looked like a cock. "sit on the bed.... let me show you a film" said my dad. I sat down sheepishly and he turned the TV on. There were people on there naked playing with the strange items I found on the bed. I felt a wet patch in my pj's and my nipples getting hard. They were showing through my pj's. "dad can you teach me how to use these toys? they look like fun" I said. "sure honey just take your pj's off and relax then I will show you my toy under my pj's" he said. I slowly took off my pj's. "my pussy is tingly and wet" I said to my dad. "here let me help you" he said and slowly licked my pussy. "oh yes daddy that feels good" I said. "I aim to please let me lick you until you have a very big tingle called an orgasm" he said. I enjoyed daddy licking my pussy. I was looking forward to seeing the toy he had in his pj's. Then he put the cock toy on my pussy and turned it up to the highest setting "oh my God that's so good daddy you're making me cum" I said. "when did you last have a period?" my daddy asked me. "a few days ago daddy why do you ask?" I replied. "because in this family we breed each other when we become adults to make babies. I want to make you pregnant by breeding you like my mum showed me how to make love to her and my sister when I was an adult. "oh yes please daddy, give me your babies. how do we make babies?" I replied excitedly. "in that case meet the toy that will make you pregnant" he said revealing a very big cock. It was long and stiff ready to impregnate me. My daddy stroked his cock next to my pussy lips slowly opening them to leave my ready wet hole. He went in and out slowly. He took my virginity. "daddy I wanna breed with you until I can breed no more" I told him. "That's easily done because ive got a potent fertility drink that can keep us breeding for a very long time" said my dad. "can grandad breed me as well daddy?" I asked. "sure honey I will go and get him" he said "how about a cock in both holes?" "as long as he cums in my pussy first. what are the other rooms for?" I replied. "oh they have nurseries and some have other guys in there waiting to loose their virginity" he replied. "but you have to be blindfolded to enter them and stay naked. they wanna breed you all night" he saw my face light up as he told me. I can't wait to have lots of hot breeding fun with all these complete strangers. little did I know they we're cousins and uncles.

Has anyone done it? In purely no-strings-attached fashion, I want to suck my friend's cock. I fantasise about it a lot, namely him fucking my throat and using it like a pussy. I'm bi, haven't told anyone (and don't plan to) and he is, as far as I know, straight. We talk about typically twenty-something-year-old-hetero-male things whenever we're around each other, but it only ever gets as far as that, and in a strictly casual manner. He is recently(ish) out of a longterm relationship but always talks about wanting her back for a quick fuck and/or to put his cock down her throat (I sense he's pretty into deep throat). Each time this comes up I can't help but think "Just say the words, I'll take her place" but I never say anything. He is really well built and has a good sized cock (apparently). I can't shake the image of him going to town on me and collapsing into my face as he unloads down the back of my throat. I suspect alcohol will probably play a big part in me (eventually, if ever) plucking up the courage to offer, and him accepting. I would like to hear what others have to say - either on the situation I have described or similar scenarios you have been through. Thanks for reading Also, as this is my first post - hi

My last load was in a motel room last night. Really didn't see what he looked like, since he asked to keep the lights off, and he only sent a dick pic on grindr. I only got to suck on it for a few minutes. He didn't waste anytime getting in my hole. One push and he was balls deep. After about 10 minutes of fucking, I could feel him squirting in me...a solid 10 pulses LOL. I cleaned him off and he left.

Thanks for saying something about what bottoms go through for Tops in order to get clean. For me, it's worth it, but a lot of Tops are clueless when they contact a bottom and want instant access... takes time lol. This topic has been discussed a lot here, as well as Pure and chia seeds, we have discussed he hell out of clean out. A quick search will net you a ton of information 😉here's a couple to get you started:

For me, reality should always involve consent and the free exercise of volition of all parties concerned. i realize my "gray" areas do not provide permission to go against that standard. i don't think any one can or should decide what is or is not "harmful" for another person who has all their faculties about them. To me, "consent" is the submissive part of D/s. i don't think it's really D/s if something is just taken, it's just D without the s.

I’ve had a few “curious str8” first timer types cum immediately when either my tongue touched their cockhead or when their cock pressed against my hole. Don’t mind the excited quick shooters. It’s kind of hot but I prefer they at least make it inside. I mean at least shove the tip in my ass to unload instead of dumping on my hole.

I was getting fucked by a guy who had the thickest cock I have ever seen or felt. It was normal sized at the tip, but the base was so thick that I couldn't fit both hands around it. When he really started pounding me, I was having trouble taking it even with good poppers. He suggested I try stroking myself a little. It helped, but I had to stop after 5-6 strokes because I got so close to shooting. Somehow that did the trick though because I could totally take the big piece after that.

I used to suck off guys understaff ALL THE TIME in highschool I would get fully naked and suck off guy after guy for hours every day. I sat in the stall naked jerking off so guys knew I was a whore looking for cocks.i also love getting fucked like that. some guys would come right in my stall or stand at the open door while they used me. sometimes guys would actually pull me out of the stall and fuck me bent over the sinks or urinals. I didn't care who was watching or filming me on their cell camera. actually had my uncle walk in while I was naked bent over the sinks with a guy fucking me up the ass bareback and cum dripping down my thighs and all over my face one time

I wish my boyfriend shared my arse with strangers like that

I also become more excited when the other guys are watching me taking bare cocks. The feeling to be cumdump whore who enjoys it in front of an audience. I love this.

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…