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Chapter 8 I walked into Dr. Manning’s office and his adorable receptionist looked up from his computer and smiled at me. “Good afternoon, can I help you?” “Hi, I’m Kevin I have a 4pm appointment with Dr. Manning.” “Welcome, Andrew didn’t tell me how hot your were.” I started blushing. Damn I was doing that a lot lately. “Mmm and you embarrass easily. Hot! Okay fill out these forms and we’ll get you going.” I filled out the paperwork and returned them to him. He looked them over and said, “yum, I never would have thought you were 51. Bet you have the young guys hanging all over you.” “I, umm, yea, umm no not really.” “Too bad. Well okay I’m Matty. Go ahead and have a seat. The doc’s running a little behind today but the wait shouldn’t be too long.” “No problem, thanks.” I took a seat and started looking at my phone. About five minutes later I heard the elevator open but wasn’t paying attention to the guy that got out on the floor until I heard Matty let out a shriek. I looked up and saw him hugging and kissing what looked like rather nice young man. I just smiled a little jealous I didn’t get a greeting like that. I wouldn’t mind Matty’s tongue down my throat. They broke apart and continued talking but I couldn’t make out their conversation. Soon the other guy turned and started his way over to where I was sitting. “Holy fuck!” The guy said. “Dad what are you doing here?” Josh asked me taking the seat next to me. “I’m here to see the doctor. What do you think I’m here for,” I said grinning. “Very funny dad. No seriously why Dr. Manning?” “I’ve got a little problem and my boss recommended him. Said he’s the best.” I was so focused on Josh that I hadn’t realized Matty was now standing right in front of us. “Sorry to interrupt,” the huge grin on his face contradicted his statement, “but Josh, did you call him dad, as in this is your real dad not some daddy you picked up at the bar?” Now it was Josh’s turn to blush. I jumped in to save him, or embarrass him more, just depends on how you look at it. “Yep I’m his real dad. My sperm helped create this fine specimen of a man you see before you.” “Dad really please stop talking.” “Now Josh, is that any way to speak to your father?” Matty asked, trying not to laugh. “Maybe he should take you over his knee.” “Matty please I’m begging you stop talking.” “Josh at times like this I find the best way to get Matty to stop talking is to put something in his mouth.” I looked over and saw someone else had joined us. “Hi, I’m Chris, Dr. Manning’s nurse. I’m guessing you’re Kevin?” We shook hands and he squeezed mine a little before letting go. Chris was gorgeous, over 6 feet tall, hairy arms; he filled out his scrubs nicely. His top was so fitted I could easily see the outline of a pierced nipple. “Matty, I’m sure you can find something to keep Josh occupied with while I take care of my next patient.” He winked at me then took my hand to lead me to the exam room. “So Kevin, lets get your vitals. I understand you’re here for an STI check,” he grinned at me and I shook my head yes. He got everything he needed then went through the standard questions. I smiled when he got to, “are you sexually active?” I started laughing. “Oh right I guess that would be a yes. Do you have sex with men or women?” “Well, lately it’s been just men.” “So would you consider yourself bisexual then?” “Up until a few weeks ago I would’ve said straight, but today I’d say 100% gay.” “Well excellent. Welcome to the family, I think you’ll fit in nicely. Okay sit tight and the doc will be in shortly.” He squeezed my knee and left the room. A few minutes later Dr. Manning walked in. He shook my hand and introduced himself. “So Kevin, I understand you’re one of Andrew’s boys.” “Umm well I guess you could say that, but actually he’s my boss.” “Mmm that must be convenient for him. I know I alway love having a willing hole hole or two around whenever I need to release.” Okay wow just where the hell had Andrew found this guy. “He’s been good to me,” I said not really sure how to respond. He had an amazing smile. “So Andrew did give me a little bit of info about why you’re here but why don’t you give me all the details.” “Well, I ah, kinda had unprotected sex over the weekend. A lot of unprotected sex.” “Hey no reason to be ashamed. Trust me no judgement here. I think it’s important for guys to embrace their true nature. So let me ask you, are you HIV negative?” “Well honestly I’ve never been tested. I was married to a woman but haven’t had sex in a very long time. So I think it’s safe to say up until last Friday I was negative. Now after that well,” I shrugged and smiled at him. “Based on what you’ve just told me I’m guessing you’re also not on PrEP? “Correct.” “Andrew mentioned that he and Greg gave you 3 loads each.” “Yes that’s right.” “And you know Greg was just recently confirmed as having full blown AIDS?” I shook my head yes. “How did it feel when he ejaculated his extremely toxic cum deep inside your body?” “It was absolutely amazing sir. I mean part of me was like ‘what the fuck are you doing,’ but the other part of me was ‘fuck yeah more please!’” “I’m guessing based on your visit to me today, the ‘more please’ part of your brain won out,” he said chuckling. “Ahh yea, that’d be an accurate statement. I may have stopped at a bar on the way home and ended up with another seven loads.” “That’s great! I’m really proud of you. Why don’t you take your clothes off and we’ll see what’s going on.” After what happened with Andrew I didn’t even think twice, just stripped down. He examined my cock first. It had some puss oozing out. “Is it painful to urinate?” “Like pissing glass.” “We’ll run tests just to be sure but I think it’s safe to say you have gonorrhea. I’ll go ahead and give you some antibiotics to start clearing that up. Why don’t you stand up and bend over the table so I can examine your anus. After so many guys used you let’s check to make sure there’s no damage. Did you bleed?” “Well Greg and Andrew used a toothbrush on me sir.” “Damn sounds like they were thorough. We’ll do an HIV test too although I’m sure it’s too early for that to come back as positive just yet.” He started his exam of my ass rubbing his fingers over my hole. I started to moan a little and he chuckled. “Oh shit sorry sir.” I was so embarrassed. “Don’t apologize son, that’s just your true nature coming out. Let’s me know Andrew was definitely right about you.” “Ahh what’s that supposed to mean?” “How many times did you come Friday night?” He asked instead of answering my question. “Umm only once, and it was pretty early in the evening.” “Did you play with yourself at all?” “My cock? No, my cunt, every time I didn’t have a dick in me.” “Son, you’re a bottom cum slut whore who’s purpose is serving real men and your only concern is this beautiful pussy and having a real man’s cock inside you. You’re not concerned about cumming or your average sized penis it’s all about your ass. Now don’t get me wrong, you’ll be asked to top occasionally to share your gift with other bottoms but mostly you’re just here to service real men.” “Okay sir,” I said feeling a little dejected. What the fuck had I become. By this time his fingers had entered me and he was massaging the inside of my cunt. “Oh Kevin, no no, you miss understand me. This is nothing bad at all. In my world, which you are know definitely apart of, bottoms like you are very special to us. Not many guys are willing to bend over and take any load offered to them without asking or caring about status. Too many bottoms today go on PrEP so they can be total sluts without having to worry about catching the bug. Those guys are being very disrespectful to all the real men out there who have a special gift to share. Let me ask you, when the guys at the bar fucked you, did you ask any of them their status?” “No sir, I just wanted their cum. I didn’t care about anything else.” “Exactly my point, son. This is nothing to be ashamed of, embrace who you’ve become.” With that he now had four fingers deep inside me massaging my prostate. “Your cunt feels amazing, it’s healed nicely and really opened up for my fingers.”About this time there was a knock on the door. “Come in.” Chris stuck his head inside. “Doc can I have a minute?” “Just come in. My fingers are rather busy at the moment.” Chris went over to the doc and whispered in his ear. “Well damn, really?” “Yep, ask him.” “So Kevin, Chris here tells me your son is Josh who just happens to be in my other exam room.” I was having a really hard time concentrating with his fingers inside me. “Ahhh, yes sir.” “Does he know what a slut his dad’s become?” “No sir, he thinks I’m still straight.” “And just what do you think he’d say if he saw you bent over my table with four fingers in your cunt moaning like a whore?” “Honestly I don’t know sir.” He removed his fingers and said, “okay, Chris would you please draw his blood for a full STI panel and give him his antibiotics. Once you’re done, go ahead and move him to the other room.” He winked at Chris and I started to get nervous. I’ll go finish up with my last patient of the day then Josh and I will come join you.” “Umm doc, I really appreciate everything you’re doing for me but, uhh, this was not exactly how I envisioned coming out to my son.” “I know Kevin, but some opportunities are just too good to pass up. And remember, your doctor always knows best!” With that he winked at me then left the room. Chris started chuckling. “This is so not funny,” I said. “Kevin relax. Something tells me we’re going put that beautiful ass of yours through quite the workout tonight. Now is that such a bad thing?” “Well...” “Exactly!” He smiled at me, “and trust me, you’re going to love your sons cock inside you; he shoots the biggest loads.” This was so not how I pictured my evening going.

Chapter 7 I slept till noon on Saturday. When I woke up my hand immediately went for my ass. I stared playing with the butt plug trying to pull it out. At first it caused some pain as that fucker was in there tight. My cock was dripping like crazy so I used some of my precum as lube for the plug. It took me awhile to loosen it up but I was finally able to pry it out. I’d never felt so empty. I ran my fingers around my ass lips; it felt so good. My cunt was still a little sore from all the pounding last night but it was worth it. I took a long hot shower and had a hard time leaving my puffy hole alone. I expected a lot of cum to escape but surprisingly little came out. I knew Abe had eaten some but I really figured there’d still be a lot left up there. Then something Greg had said about the cum being absorbed into my body hit me. Fuck there wasn’t much cum in my ass because it was now rewriting my DNA. I looked down at my cock and I was rock hard. Then it hit me, I’d only come once last night and that was early in the evening with Greg and Andrew. Damn! After the shower I felt human again. I was sore all over. It felt like I’d worked out at the gym hard yesterday and my muscles were telling me off. Well I guess I did have one hell of a workout. The rest of Saturday and Sunday I took it easy, giving my ass time to recover. I spent most of the time unpacking my apartment. My plan was to have Josh and Scotty come over next weekend for a sort of housewarming, I’m gay and soon to be poz, bottom cum whore, coming out party. Monday morning I was back at work wondering how awkward it was going to be seeing Andrew, my boss. An IM popped up in my computer around 11:30, it was from Andrew. ‘Please come see as soon as possible.’ I responded that I was on my way. I stopped by the bathroom first since I wasn’t sure how long I’d be with Andrew. I started peeing and the second it started to flow it felt like I was pissing razor blades. Fuck me! Looks like I picked up a little something extra Friday night. I was more nervous about seeing him now than I was when I went to take his poz cock. I knocked on his door and stuck my head in his office. “Hey, you wanted to see me?” “Hi Kevin, yes, come in and shut the door.” I took a seat in front of his desk. “So how are you? I expected we’d hear from you over the weekend, so when we didn’t I started to worry that maybe you were having second thoughts.” I smiled, “no, no believe me I had every intention of going back for a repeat performance but I kinda got a little sidetracked on the way home.” I went on to explain what happened to me at the bar. “Another seven loads! Fuck, you really are a true cum dump. How you feeling now?” “My ass is still a little sore but not too bad now. My cock on the other hand. I just went to the bathroom before I came in here and let’s just say it’s a safe bet that one of the guys from the bar gave me a little something extra in their cum.” He started laughing, “pissing glass huh?” “Don’t laugh it hurts like a motherfucker.” That just made him laugh harder. “I have the perfect doctor for you. He’ll take good care of you and I think you’ll like him. Let me make a call and see if I can get you an appointment.” “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” I went back to work and tried to avoid peeing as much as possible. Around 4:45 I received another IM from Andrew. ‘My office now.’ Thank god, hopefully he was able to get me an appointment. I walked into his office and there was already someone sitting in one of chairs. “Shut the door and have seat Kevin.” I did as instructed and got a closer look at the other guy. He was hot, about my age but taller. Short hair cut, clean shaven and appeared to have a pretty good body. “Kevin this Carl , I’m not sure if you’ve meet before or not. He’s the director of finance. He offered his hand and we shook. “Hi Carl, no I don’t believe we’ve met before.” Andrew addressed me and said, “Carl here has a little project that I think you’d be great for.” “Okay, of course, whatever you need, happy to help. “ “Kevin, do you trust me?” “Of course sir.” “Good, stand up and drop your pants.” What the fuck! “Ummm sir?” I was starting to panic. “Kevin don’t make me ask twice!” Fuck me. I slowly stood up and unbuckled my pants. I had my back to Carl and let my pants drop to the floor. I was wearing a jockstrap today since I loved the way it framed my ass. I heard a whistle behind me. “Nice jock son.” “Bend over and let Carl check out your cunt. I told him all about your weekend.” At this point I had no self esteem left so what the fuck. I bent over and spread my ass cheeks without being asked. Carl let out sharp intake of breath. “Damn how many loads did you say he took,” he asked Andrew as if I wasn’t in the room. “Thirteen.” Carl slowly ran his fingers over my puffy ass lips. “Fuck that’s beautiful.” There was suddenly a knock at the door I panicked reaching for my pants. “Leave them down!” I was commanded. Andrew got up from his desk and opened the door making sure to block me from the view of anybody outside the room. He let the stranger in and closed the door. I recognized the new guy as someone from accounting. I was pretty sure he was a young guy who worked for Carl. He was cute, young probably early twenties, very preppy looking. Carl told the guy to strip and he didn’t hesitate a second. Andrew turned to me and said, Kevin this here is Carl’s boy. You see how he didn’t even hesitate when given a command. I expect the same behavior from you in the future. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.” I could feel my cock starting to get hard. “Looks like he enjoys being told what to do,” Carl remarked seeing my jock expanding. He turned his attention to his employee, “boy, Kevin here picked up a little something Friday night while out being a whore and I want him to share it with you. Take out his cock and get it wet.” He pulled my growing dick out and started sucking me. “Kevin is that precum or puss?” “Pussy discharge sir. I’m pretty sure I have gono.” All the sudden the guy clamped down on my cock and went to town. Holy shit he could suck. Carl noticed and said, “I thought you’d like that boy. Don’t let him cum he needs to shoot that load up your pussy.” It didn’t take him long to have me rock hard. He dropped my cock, turned around and presented his ass to me. “Fuck him Kevin, make sure to plant your dirty load deep inside him.” Pretty soon I could feel I was getting close. I shoved in all the way and my cock exploded. It hurt like a son of a bitch. I slowly pulled out and the guy quickly got on his knees to clean me off. Carl and his boy thanked me and left the room. Andrew told me to get dressed and have a seat. “You did okay there not great but okay.” He handed me a piece of paper. “You have an appointment with my doctor, Dr. Manning Wednesday afternoon at 4pm.” Fuck I was going to have to wait two days to get any relief. “Now I know you’re in pain but you have a duty to share your bug. You’ll meet up with Carl’s boy here in my office tomorrow and Wednesday morning before work and tomorrow evening after work to give him more of your dirty cum. Now get out of here and have a good night. We’ll see you in the morning.” Tuesday and Wednesday went off without a hitch. I gave Carl’s boy three more loads but still have no clue what his name is although he seemed very grateful for my gift. I was getting ready to leave for my doctors appointment Wednesday afternoon when Andrew stopped by. “Now be sure to do whatever the good doc tells you. Trust me you’ll be in excellent hands.”

Yesterday was a busy day. I stopped by the local cruising park on my lunch hour, saw one car there. I walked past, saw the occupant stroking a nice long dick. I stood by the passenger door, and the occupant didn't seem to object to my presence so I tried the door. Finding it open, I found a skinny white guy in his mid 20's who was eager to get off. I got in the car and started sucking him, and after a few minutes his fingers were down my pants playing with my ass. "Do you get fucked?" were his first words to me. "Hell yeah" I said, and he instructed me to get over to his side and bend over. I walked around the car, and in a moment was bent over hanging on to the driver's door as this kid nailed me with his raw dick. Unfortunately, after only a few minutes I saw the headlights of another car entering the park. Fuck. We got decent and I walked away from his car until I scoped out he situation. The new arrival was a bearded black guy I was pretty sure I had messed with before. He got out and walked over to the other guy's car and started sucking his dick. I went back over and dropped my pants, not easy to do in the fucking cold weather. It worked, though, as the skinny guy put his raw dick back in my hole and was pounding away. He pulled out quickly, shooting some ropes onto the roadway, but I was pretty sure his first few blasts had gone inside. Skinny guy quickly zipped up and said something about it being cold and bolted. was alone with the black guy, and I knelt down to suck his dick. He wasn't having that, saying "Bend that pussy over, bitch.". I complied, and his raw dick was using my ass to get off as quickly as possible. Not even 5 minutes passed of me bent over in the road before the dude was grunting and shooting his cum deep inside. He didn't even say anything as he left, he just zipped up and got back in his car. By this time the park was closed so I went on back to work with two guy's cum in me. I was still horny, so I went online and started chatting with this married business traveler in a hotel about 20 minutes away. We set up something for when I got off work. I noticed he left weight off of the stats in his ad, so I figured he would be a little heavy and he was. Nothing too bad, he was probably a football player in high school or something. I was into him, he had a shaved head and was pretty cute. He was already hard when I entered the room, so before I was even in the door he had his boxers off showing a 7 inch fat tool under his belly. I started sucking it, and after a few minutes he suggested getting on the bed. As I was sucking him, his hands started feeling all over me. We had only talked about him getting a blowjob in the emails, but before long I had positioned myself so I was sucking on his nipples and his hands were all over my ass. Wanting to see how far this would go, I inched up a little more and soon his dick was resting in my ass crack. He was into his and started grinding up and down on my crack, trying to find my hole. I sat up and put his dick at my hole, he responded by grinding up trying to shove it in. I needed a little more spit so I wet my fingers and smeared it on his shaft. That did the trick, and his raw cock was inside me. He never said anything about a condom, and I sure as hell wasn't going to bring it up. He threw a pretty hard fuck for about 10 minutes before he announced "I'm gonna cum". This was more of an announcement than a warning as I could feel the first jets of sperm filling me as soon as he spoke. Chubby dad must not have cum for a week. I felt jet after jet of cum shooting in my ass, it was so damn hot. When he was finally done and I felt his dick softening I climbed off. I went down and squeezed the last bit of jizz from his shaft, it was really thick cum. I licked it up and then got dressed. I went to sleep with chubby dad's load in me. He must have shot a pint up in me, because by the morning it had leaked out and made my underwear stick to my ass.

Part 56 I got my friend up and my arm around him and herded him out the door of Hank's place and over to mine. He was dragging from exhaustion but holding up reasonably well. At least somewhat ok considering what he had been doing for the first time in his life. I could not believe this formerly completely 'striaight' friend had just been bred multiple times by very toxic poz men. I also knew how addictive it could become, wanting more and more of those loads. I had been there and still was? The dilemma continued. I knew we were in for a long talk about this past night for sure. I knew we had to decide what was in his mind now and what was coming next and omg, all kinds of things we both needed to know for sure. It was going to be one hell of a talk, I was sure of that. When we entered my place, my phone was ringing off the hook. I got my friend settled on the couch and grabbed my phone. One look told me the bad news, it was his wife. What the hell was I going to say to her? I answered and immediately she was almost screaming about where in the hell was he. I finally got a word in edgewise and told her that he was right here and ok. I told her we both had had way the hell too much to drink last night and both were sicker than hell. She calmed down a little, not much, but a little. I told her I was trying to get him completely sobered up and to quit heaving and then would make sure he got home ok. She was still pissed off but finally agreed it might be better if I got him cleaned up and ready before coming home. We talked a bit more and she finally got to the point of being more upset about him being sick than not coming home. She did say they would still have a talk about him drinking way too much though. I laughed and try to lighten the mood by telling her it happens to most at some time or other. She told me she hoped he could get home soon as the morning was now about over. I hung up and looked at my friend and could tell he was just now realizing some of what he had done. The talk we needed was now about ready to start. What to say was the next hard part as I knew what I had done, but I had not been married and still had no idea what the hell to say to him. My God, he had several loads of toxic cum up his ass and I doubted if he even had any real idea of what he had done. I also knew that neither of us had any real idea of what to do now either. For one thing, I knew I was still conflicted but had loved every single minute of what I had done, and now to complicate my feelings, Hank was basically telling me he was in love with me and wanting me to definitely embrace being gay only and be his and him mine. What could I possibly say to my friend though? He got his first load because he had been too drunk to even know what had happened to him, but the others, he absolutely knew he was getting them, but I doubted if he knew the real consequences of what he had done then. It was going to play with his mind for sure and no way around that. I got him comfortable on the couch, although still naked, and went to make some coffee as I just knew he would want some. As it was brewing I went back into the living room to check on him and get started on our talk. I found him sitting there staring down at his lap, with his legs spread and a hand between his legs and it looked like he was feeling his ass. As I approached him he looked up with a completely shocked look on his face. He held out his hand and his palm was filled with very pink tinged cum. His look was one of questioning, not comprehending what he had done. I told him it looked like he definitely had a full ass of cum if that much was leaking out. He almost jumped at that pronouncement as it was kind of starting to sink in what he had been doing. I asked him if he had any questions and I would try to answer them as best I could. He finally spoke asking what the hell have I done, what the hell was I thinking, and just how the hell did that happen. I told him I had better start at the beginning again and tell him what had gone down. I began where he had been sick outside last night. I told him he had about heaved his guts out and I had gone inside to see about clean up or something. Then I had come back outside to find him bent over the table with his pants at his ankles and a fresh load of poz cum dripping out of his used hole from the huge cock of a stripper named Randy. I had then got him back inside, fixed him another drink and Hank had come over to try and help, but had kind of taken over him and had fucked another load of poz cum in his hole. Then Hank had helped him up and over to his place, where he had taken, probably at least three more poz cum loads before I got him back over here to get back into his real mind and talk about what had happened. He just stared the whole time I was talking. Then he finally asked what I meant by poz cum. Damn, he really didn't have any idea at all. How to say it was going to be hard. I decided to just say it and told him POZ meant that each and every load of cum he had taken was from guys with very high viral loads of HIV. His mouth dropped to his chest when that sunk in. His eyes got bigger and then he really looked like he was going to freak out on me. I quickly told him that he didn't have to worry too much yet as there was a drug called PEP that would take care of him and prevent it, but he had to get to a doctor soon and get started on it. He was almost in tears now. Then he told me, he had to have been crazy and I was too and why hadn't I stopped him and them. He was in a rant now, and then dropped the bomb on me that he was most upset that he had enjoyed it all so much and he had cum himself at least twice. What was wrong with me he wanted to know. I told him there was nothing wrong with him and that somehow I had done the same thing and had loved every minute of it too. He really stared at me then. He went on asking me why we had done such a thing and why did those others seem to enjoy injecting their virus into us. I told him I was pretty conflicted myself about what I had done and was still trying to figure it out. He would have to make his own decision now though as I could only talk about what we had done and try to answer his questions, but he would have to make his own decisions about what he was going to do now. He almost screamed that there was no decision to be made, that he had to get to a doctor quick. He could chance giving this to his wife if he got HIV. Why did I think there was a choice? I told him I was still trying to decide what to do myself, but that I wasn't married like he was so my decision had to be only about what I wanted. I also told him that the sex I had had was way hotter than any I had had before, so it was a very hard decision. I told him, you said it yourself, you had enjoyed it a lot and even cum from being fucked, so you know why my decision is so hard. I got up then to let him think a little and went and got us each a cup of coffee. When I got back, he asked if I was really thinking about becoming gay. I told him I was not sure yet, but was leaning that way somewhat. I then told him that Hank had basically proposed to me while he was being fucked on Hank's couch. I was startled at the question and had no idea yet what to say or do. This is going to be tough to decide, OMG, what a decision.

Chapter 6 I decided to walk home since I didn’t live too far and let’s face it I smelled strongly of cum. I hadn’t had a lot of time to explore my new neighborhood so I didn’t realize there was a gay bar only a few blocks from my apartment. I know, after fucking for hours I should be exhausted, and I was but I also felt more alive than ever. I decided what the fuck might as well just pop in for one beer. It was a small, cute space. At close to 2am I expected the place to be empty so I was surprised to find there were still quite a few guys enjoying themselves. Most of them were in couples or groups which was fine by me I wasn’t looking for anyone. Just here for one drink. I got my beer from the very cute, young, half naked bartender and took a long drink. Damn that tasted good. I hadn’t realized how much of a thirst I’d worked up. I set the bottle on the counter and for the first time noticed the guy sitting next to me at the end of the bar. I was learning I had a type, older hairy masculine men who like to fuck hard. The guy had a nicely trimmed beard, seemed a bit taller than me, big guy, all muscles and I’d say at least in his late fifties. He gave me the head nod. “Haven’t seen you in here before?” Really, that’s his best line. “Nope first time. Just moved into the area.” He took a deep breath, “smells like you’ve had a good evening,” he winked and grinned at me. “Yea, it’s been quite a positive night.” “Hmm, you give or take?” “Received.” “How many loads?” ”Six.” “Damn!” he whistled, “we’ve got a slut in the house. You drink from the tap boy?” “Umm don’t know what that is, sorry.” “Good time for you to learn. Come with me, boy.” He took my hand and lead me to the back of the bar to the men’s room. When we entered, there were already two guys in the stall having fun. “Do they allow sex in here?” “It usually doesn’t happen till this late, and as long as you’re quiet and don’t cause a scene management’s cool. Now drop to your knees daddy needs to piss.” He pulled out his 7” soft cock and just stared at me. “Now boy, unless you want me to piss all over you.” Oh fuck! “I’ve never done this before sir,” I said as I got on my knees. “I’ll go easy on you. Open your mouth.” I opened and he stuck his soft dick in my mouth. Pretty soon his hot piss started to fill my mouth. Okay I really expected to be revolted but fuck I wasn’t. I swallowed as his piss continued to flow down my throat. “Fuck boy you’re a natural. Like daddy’s piss huh.” I moaned and started sucking him. His already big dick was growing even bigger. I got him hard when he pulled out of my mouth. Damn I wanted his load. “Drop your shorts and turn around. I haven’t had an eager slut in awhile I want your ass.” I quickly got up, dropped my shorts, turned around and presented my ass to the man. At the same time the door opened and the cute bartender walked in. “Damn it Bob, what I’d tell you about fucking out in the open. You have to do it in the stall. You’re going to get me fired.” I think they both noticed the plug in my ass at the same time. “Fuck me!” They both said. “You weren’t kidding were you slut? You really do have six loads in there already. Come on Abe, when was the last time a cum dump like this walked into this bar,” the guy I’d learned was Bob asked. “Fuck I would love to bury my face in that cunt. Fuck, okay, follow me.” I pulled up my shorts and Bob tried to tuck his hard cock away. We followed Abe out of the bathroom and down a short hallway to a closed room that said office on the door. We went inside the small room which just had a desk, chair and small loveseat. “Okay you have to be quick Bob, and slut,” he said looking at me, “when he’s done it’s my turn so stay in here till I come back.” Hmm so it appeared I was going to get a few more loads. I was okay with that. I wasted no time stripping down and got on all fours on the loveseat, reached back and yanked the butt plug out. It didn’t take long before I felt Bob’s cock slam into me. “Nice and sloppy. Just how I love my sluts. I’m guessing a whore like you is already knocked up huh?” “No sir, well I mean I wasn’t before tonight. Pretty sure I am now.” “Damn, seriously son?” “Yes sir. I have six poz loads inside me now.” “Make that seven you fucking slut,” he said as he went balls deep and shot his load. He slowing pulled out then quickly jammed the plug back in. I flipped around to clean him off. “Damn who ever fucked you before me did a hell of a number on your insides boy. I haven’t seen pink cum on my dick like that in awhile.” “They were very thorough sir.” “Okay stay there and I’ll let Abe know it’s his turn.” After a few minutes I laid back on the loveseat and rubbed my fingers around the plug. Damn my ass lips were puffy and my hole was so loose and sloppy. I removed the plug and started shoving my fingers into my cunt. I was moaning so loud I didn’t hear anyone come in the room. “Damn! I thought I was a slut but fuck me! Look at that pussy. How many loads did you say had?” “Seven now, want to make that eight?” I raised my legs up to give him total access. “Fuck I need to taste those loads first,” Abe said then dived in between my legs. He got a mouthful of cum out my ass then popped up to feed me the cum while we made out. As we were kissing he slid his dick into my very wet hole. “God I love a sloppy cunt. I’m usually the slut with my legs up in the air but I can’t resist adding to your load count.” He shoved all the way in and blasted his load inside me. He pulled out and dove back into my ass. After a few seconds he came up for air and said, “fuck, I could eat you out all night but if I don’t get back out there Bob’ll give away the bar.” I went to put the plug back in and he said, “don’t bother slut, your next load will along in a few seconds.” I got a sappy grin on my face, laid down and put my fingers back inside my ass. He laughed and left the room. I didn’t have to wait long before three new guys walked in. “Holy fuck Bob wasn’t kidding. Fuck’n slut, get on all fours.” I didn’t even hesitate and quickly assumed the position. The first guy was pretty big and had me screaming pretty loudly to fucking breed my faggot ass. He came pretty fast and his buddy moved right in. I didn’t even care what these guys looked like I just wanted their cum. I wondered what Andrew would say if he saw me now. I had one dick in my ass while I cleaned off the first guy. When all the cum was off his cock he patted my head, “Good slut, I’ll send the next guys back, look like Jacks about to blow.” Just then the second guy unloaded inside me. “I can always tell when he’s about to shoot. His face always scrunches up.” He laughed and Jack just grunted. They pulled their pants back up and left, leaving the last guy alone with me. He was a smaller guy and when he shoved his cock in I could barely feel him. “Damn dude you’re so loose. I’m never gonna get off inside you. Fuck!” Just then two more guys walked in. “Hey can one of you guys help me? This faggot is too loose.” “Hell yea I’m game.” One of the new guys said. They slapped my ass and told me to get up. The small guy laid down and had me climb on top and ride his dick, then the new guy pushed me down and slid his dick in next to the other one. I started to squirm like crazy. “Relax baby, he’s almost in. Fuck that’s so much better you’re tight again.” The guy on top started to pound my pussy hard and fast. I had no idea I could take two cocks. Damn it felt amazing. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be tight again. It didn’t take long until both guys were adding to my sloppy ass. They pulled out and cum started to seep out of my cunt. My fingers went directly to my hole. I hadn’t really noticed the last guy in the room. He was standing off to the side just watching, slowly stroking his dick. I looked up and made eye contact with the man. Oh dear god! Walking towards me was a gorgeous black man. He was easily over 6’5” and his dick was bigger than anything I’d ever seen before. Not only was it as long as Greg’s but it was as thick as a beer can. I couldn’t wait to get that in me! “I hear you’re a fucking slut, boy, taking every load given you. You ask these men their status before they fucked you boy?” “No sir! I don’t care I just need cum.” “That’s a good cumdump, now get on the floor on all fours boy.” I quickly assumed the position. “How many loads you got in there now?” “Not sure sir, I’ve kinda lost count.” “From what I figure you’ve taken six loads here in the bar and I’m about to give you number seven.” With that he shoved his huge cock in all the way. As loose as I was I still felt every inch. I screamed out, “holy fucking shit! You’re huge, please let me get used to you sir.” He gave me about thirty seconds before he started moving in and out. Pretty soon I started moaning again. “Yea, you like my big black cock inside your white pussy don’t you boy?” “YES, oh my god yes!” I screamed. “ “Your cunt feels like butter, boy. So full of cream, making sure to push those loads in as far as I can.” “Thank you sir! Please give your load sir!” He continued to fuck me deep. Pulling all the way out then slamming back in, his balls bouncing off my ass. I lost track of the time. I have no idea how long he abused my cunt, I was in fucking heaven. Finally he went balls deep and I could feel him firing his cock off inside me. Felt like he added a gallon of cum to my already full ass. Before I knew it he’d pulled out and slapped my ass. “You’ve got an amazing cunt white boy. Hope you enjoy my gift.” I collapsed on the floor and just laid there for a few minutes trying to catch my breath. Behind me I heard a noise. I wasn’t sure I could take much more. “Shit, they weren’t kidding. The dumb fuck took him raw. Man look at the cum leaking out his ass.” “You’re welcome to add your load to the mix he’s taking all comers but to be honest with you I doubt he’d even feel your little dicks in his pussy.” The guys all started to complain but my hero Abe cut them off. “Last call boys,” and lead them out of the room. He called back to me, “honey relax for a little bit, you earned it. I’ll be back once I get theses fucking animals taken care of.” I must have dozed off for awhile. Next thing I knew I felt a warm tongue trying to make its way inside my wet hole. I spread my legs to give the tongue more access and started moaning. “Sorry to wake you but I just had to have another taste of your pussy man. You did us cum sluts proud tonight.” I rolled over and saw Abe sitting next to me. “Damn! I definitely did not plan on this when I walked in here tonight.” He started laughing, “honey, I’ve found my best times as being a total whore are always when I least expect it. If I think I’m going go home full I usually end up with just one load, if I get any at all.” “Would you believe it if I told you I only started fucking with men a couple of weeks ago.” His jaw hit the floor. “No fucking way! You took Sam’s cock. It took me months to work up to that monster. I am truly in awe. Fuck man I don’t even know your name.” I chuckled, “I’m Kevin, soon to be a pozzed up bottom cum slut, nice to meet you.” I stuck my hand out and he grabbed mine. “Well I don’t know about the poz part but I’d say you’re already a bottom cum slut.” “Agreed. I’m pretty sure the poz part’s just a formality at this point. Of the thirteen loads I took tonight at least six of those were toxic.” “Well, I can tell you four of the six guys from the bar are poz. Not sure about the other two.” “Fuck that’s hot.” I looked around for my clothes and started to put myself back together. I pushed the plug back in but it simply dropped right out. “Well fuck me! Guess I got a little stretched out.” Abe smiled, “hold on, leave your shorts off I’ll be right back.” He returned shortly carrying a gym bag. He dug through it and pulled out a much larger butt plug. “Here try this one.” I just stared at him in shock. “Do you always have spare butt plugs with you?” “Of course! You never know when you might need one. I always have a few different sizes on hand.” I started laughing. “That’s too funny.” “Bend over slut. Let’s see if this one will work.” I did as instructed and he shoved the plug in. It fit perfectly trapping in all my gifts. “Just bring it back next time you’re in the neighborhood.” “Thanks Abe. This has been a most interesting evening. I’m sure I’ll see you soon.” He have me a hug and walked me out of bar. A few of the remaining guys snickered at me as I left. But fuck them they have no clue what they’re missing. I got back to my apartment and collapsed on my bed. One thing was for sure I was going to sleep well now.

Spent the afternoon in bookstore, from 1pm until about 4. The lunch time guys were still there when I made my way to the back. I wasn't shy, and got on a bench with my pants dropped and ass prelubed. Wasn't long before a 30 something skinny guy was rubbing my furry cheeks and fingering my hole. Couldn't see him very well, but I sure felt him as he slid into my ass rather quickly. Had to be a fat 8". He piston fucked me for a few minutes, came suddenly, then pulled out fast and disappeared. I stayed put with his cum running out of my ass, and a few minutes later a big ole fat redneck looking guy made himself at home right behind me. I heard him mumble something, and heard him unzip. He was a comfy 6" medium, so I was able to clamp down hard as he fucked. He moaned a bit, and steadily road my ass for about 10 minutes before unloading. He thanked me and left, and since I didn't see anyone else around I pulled my jeans up and sat for a bit. Over the next few hours I took another three raw loads. One from an old guy in a suit with a stache. Looked like a used care salesman from the 80's, but had a beautiful 7" cock and he knew how to fuck. Next was a hipster guy with long hair and beard. Maybe late 20's, with a donkey cock that pushed my limits. By the time he came my ass was sloppy and stretched, but before I could get dressed, another guy I never saw had his cock in me fucking my loose hole and telling me he loved sloppy seconds (or fourths in this case) He went deep and came, then left. I was too worn out to turn and look at him. My nutsack was covered in cum that leaked outta my hole, as were my jeans which never came off completely. I managed to get dressed and sat on the bench. Later, I spotted a short chubby cub standing closer to the front as I started to leave, and blah blah blah- took him in back and fucked him raw and hard, and planted my load deep in his ass. Finally, I left. Lol I was a bit of a pig, but that's what days off are for.

Watching My Boyfriend Get Cunted My boy and I had some frequent flyer miles that were about to expire, and at my boy’s suggestion, we figured we’d take a nice long weekend to reconnect in Key West. My boy is all bottom, and while I try to be vers, I only top him. My dick is a nice respectable solid 6”, not a monster, but not tiny. The night before we were headed out of town, we finished packing, making sure we had lube and some toys, and got into bed. We fooled around, and he rolled over with his ass up. I slid on in and he moaned like it was his first cock ever. He’s tight, but not so tight he doesn’t love taking a nice big cock. We have a few friends who breed him regularly. One guy, Tom, is very well hung, like 10” long and narrow, and my boy’s eyes roll back in his head when Tom fucks him. He told me once that Tom gets deeper in his ass than anyone ever has. That was going through my head as my boy moaned and pushed back on my cock. He’s usually quiet when getting fucked, but this time he was murmering piggy talk. I egged him on, ‘you like that, boy? Gonna get some new big dick in Key West?’ ‘Yeah, I’m gonna get fucked by some fresh stranger cock!’ ‘You like sharing your piggy hole with strangers, slut?’ ‘Fuck yeah! Especially big ones!’ ‘They gonna stretch you out?’ As I was about to cum he answered with a nasty torrent, ‘Yeah, baby, they’re gonna take turns breeding my pussy! They’re gonna cunt me! They’ve gonna carve me a new pussy’ I shot a load deep into his guts and jerked his cock until he splattered all over the sheets. As we calmed down, I asked him about the last few words. He’d never called his ass a cunt or a pussy, but it had just gotten him off in a major way. It turned me on, but it was way out of his usual character. He told me that he had been watching some videos with alpha guys using those words, especially while playing with big toys. He showed me a blog on his laptop, a huge cock support group. Wouldn’t you know, they were having a meet up in Key West that weekend… He grinned and whispered to me, ‘they’re going to take turns cunting me…’ I tried to pack his largest dildo, but he said we wouldn’t be needing it when we had the real thing. The next day we made it to the airport. I noticed a few tall guys at our gate, and figured they were headed to Key West too. These guys were bulky, muscular, and from their straining sweatpant crotches they were all hung like donkeys. At least one or two winked at my boy and me at the gate. Even before boarding, my boy was hard and a dark wet spot of precum formed. Of course, one of the guys, tall and dark-skinned, noticed it and snickered. He passed us on the aisle, and put his phone number on a slip of paper into my boy’s lap. My boy started texting him dirty fuck and assplay photos before we left the ground. We were right behind them at baggage claim. The guys hopped in a van and we hopped in cab. My boy was texting filthy photos of his dildo play and stretched out hole the whole car ride to the resort. Of course, they were staying at our clothing-optional resort. As soon as we’d checked in and unpacked a bit, my boy slipped into a teeny thong bathing suit and raced to the pool. Somehow the thong seemed more dirty than just being naked. He made sure the thong back was pulled tightly into his pucker. In additional to the four hung guys from the flight, there were more than twenty men all muscled and testing the strength of their speedos, and one or two well-hung naked guys already sporting hard-ons. I got us some tequila, a sure way to loosen up my boy, and found him leaning over the edge of the hot tub with his legs in the water. The tall dark-skinned man from the plane, who gave my boy his number, was standing behind my boy with his hands on my boy’s hips. He waved at me. ‘This belong to you?’ he asked me smiling. I nodded and he shook my hand as I handed my boy his drink. He gulped it down and I went around to climb into the hot tub. The guy shook his head at me saying, ‘you stay there. He’s gonna need you.’ I went back to my boy and saw that his thong was pushed aside. The guy was sliding inside him, raw. His crown was inside my boy and there were several inches to go before he’d be balls deep. My boy downed the other tequila and held his arms out to me. I supported his upper body as the stranger forced more and more of his bare monster cock inside my boy’s ass. The guy pulled out and spit on his dick. Fuck! He had six inches inside my boy and still 5” to go. He was bigger than our fuckbuddy, Tom. My boy was muttering ‘Cunt me! Open up my hole! Rip me a new pussy!’ The guy was happy to oblige and slid back in, this time all the way. My boy’s mouth opened and his eyes went wide. He’d never had a cock this deep inside him, certainly not mine. The guy slid back and forth a while, but slapped my boy’s ass and pulled out without cumming. ‘Find me later, guys. I like to breed a cum-slick sloppy hole. I’ll finish the job once you’re good and wet inside. You take loads, right?’ My boy nodded. The man climbed out of the hot tub and strolled into the growing well-hung crowd. Naturally, I wasn’t surprised to see a biohazard tattoo on his back between his shoulder blades. My boy had just taken his first raw POZ anonymous cock. A stranger had just rawfucked the love of my life and was vowing to breed him later. My boy and I got out of the hot tub and went back to our room to rest a bit and recover from his brutal fuck. I opened the curtains to the french doors to the patio and had him lay on his back, holding his legs up in the air. I ate his ass so good, savoring the precum and spit the well-hung POZ man had left there. My boy’s hole truly was more opened up than I’ve ever felt. His ass was already starting to look like a vertical slit rather than the tight pucker I was used to. I asked him about it, and he told me he’d been training his hole twice daily for the last few weeks. I was about to mount him when another guy from the flight knocked on the window frame. ‘He ready for more big cock?’ I eagerly nodded, not even waiting for my boy to reply. His face buried in the pillow, he never even saw the stud who was about to ‘cunt him.’ He shimmied out of his short shorts and slid my boy’s thong to the side. He spat on his cock and asked me to as well. I did, slobbering on his footlong member. He leaned back and allowed me to guide his big tool into my boy. My boy didn’t moan or anything until he was as deep as the last stranger had been, then came back his new dirty talk, ‘stretch my pussy! Open up! Make me a new cunt! I’m your slut cunt boy! Breed my boy cunt! I’m your cunt cumdump!’ This guy definitely got off on that talk and pistoned his hips as he fucked long strokes into his ass. The guy pulled out and asked me to eat my boy’s hole for a minute. I did so, and he got behind me, slapping his raw cock on my ass. He managed to slide about three thick inches into my own ass before I told him it was too much and he went back to fucking my boy. But it felt so good having that monster dick open me up. I also wondered how many guys’ ass juice he had seeping into my and my boy’s assholes. He flipped my boy over and propped him up with pillows so his ass was right at the edge of the bed. The stranger pummeled his ass, meeting my boy’s dirty words, ‘Take my cock, slut. Opening your cunt up now, boy! Really stretching you open!’ The guy hammered hard before holding his hips right against my boy’s ass. I watched as his low-hanging balls tensed and danced as he bred my boy. When he started to pull out, even a bit soft, his cock was enormous. I had seen it pressing against my boy’s naval from his guts. He patted my boy’s belly, and slapped the thong strap against my boy’s cummy hole. He winked as he left the room, and I noticed there were three new well-endowed guys at the window, all ready for my boy. As the stud disappeared into the crowd, I noticed a red ribbon tattoo on the first man’s chiseled left ass cheek. I was pretty sure a POZ cock had just stretched my boy’s ass to the maximum and bred it. I knelt down and blew the first guy. I was proud to get 8” down my throat, slobbering it up to get it wet enough to cunt my boy’s hole. The guy played with my boy’s thong over his asscrack and pulled it to it made his puffy lips spread out obscenely. I pulled the thin material aside as the new stranger entered him, balls deep. Foamy seed and spit formed a ring at the base of his epic manhood. I wanted to watch more, but instead I serviced two of the guys in line, one with a biohazard tattoo over his pubes. I went back and forth taking them as deeply as possible. My boy needed a bit of rest, so he could put his legs down. The guy pulled out and laid down on the bed. He lurched my boy on top, facing me, and one of the two guys I was blowing slid in. They double fucked him, stretching his hole to new proportions. They found their rhythm and fucked hard as my boy leaned left and right like a rag doll. He was so hard that his cock broke free of his thong as the man on top shot his load deep inside my boy and dripping down onto the first stranger’s dick. The other man I’d been blowing took his place and fired his load into my boy just few seconds later. He had four fresh loads oozing out, and his hole was more ruined than I’d ever seen it, or any hole in real life frankly. The guy under my boy started to really hammer home. I leaned in and licked the cummy spot when the root of his dick met my boy’s puffy cunt lips. As I savored the spot where their rut met, he started to cum. He bred my boy more deeply than anyone ever had. He pulled out and the three men walked away. My boy bent over the edge of the bed and moaned. I spread his cheeks and his hole gaped at me. I ran my tongue around the red angry ruined hole. It was delicious, nearly a cunt, and dripping fresh strangers’ cum. My boy asked me to take a photo of his destroyed pussy and I did. He texted it to his new friend, the guy who started fucking him in the hot tub. The guy appeared about five minutes later, his hard cock glistening with some other lucky bottom’s juices. He smiled at me. ‘Now that’s a well-fucked cunt. Looks like he’s ready for my load now.’ We positioned my boy on his back, and I climbed over to my boy’s side to stretch his cheeks as wide apart as they’d go. When the man entered him he sloshed into that cunt balls deep, that’s how open my boy was. Every thrust sent out a splash of seed. His big balls were covered in draining cum. He smiled at me saying, ‘Wanna see something nasty?’ I nodded and he pointed to my boy’s pussy. He slid his hand, at least three fingers into my boy’s ass alongside his monster cock. He let that stay for a few seconds. Then he hefted one, then both balls… into my boy’s gaping cunt. He cock-and-ball fucked my boy until my cumslut was at the verge of tears. He growled as those balls tensed up and he shot his load into my boy’s ruined pussy. The man spanked my boy a little and grabbed my hard 6” dick. ‘You know, he’ll never be the same after today. He’ll crave monster cocks. Go ahead, breed him. You won’t be able to feel his ass, and he won’t feel your dick.’ The man nodded and left. Knowing how I love his freshly fucked hole after sharing it with buddies, I tried to slide in. It was more like placing my cock into my boy. No friction, no pressure at all. I grasped my cock and balls with my hand and slid everything into my boy. It felt amazing, open, gooey, and raunchy. It didn’t take me long to add my NEG seed to the loads swimming around and oozing out of his cunt. When I pulled out, I notice that my boy was out cold, fucked unconscious by all those dicks who had well and truly cunted him. I held him, telling him how proud of him I was of his new cunt, but he was asleep and didn’t hear a thing.

Chapter 5 Andrew lead me down the hallway to the guest room with Greg close behind us. I stepped in the room and my jaw hit the floor. “Welcome to our playroom,” Greg said wrapping his arms around me. In the center of the room instead of a bed was a sling. Along one of the walls was a table filled with all sorts of toys and in the corner was a fuck bench. “Wow, I love what you’ve done with the place,” I said. They helped me into the sling and made sure to secure my legs and arms. “Damn, look at that ass,” Andrew said stepping in between my legs. He started rubbing his fingers over my hole. “Kevin, I have to tell you I’ve wanted to breed this cunt from the second you walked into my office. Have to say I’m impressed with your progress. I really thought it’d take longer to get your neg ass in this sling.” I was moaning like crazy as he kept fingering my ass. He was up to three fingers and I was starting to pant like a dog in heat. He pulled his fingers out and I felt so empty. Greg took his place and started rubbing his cock around my hole. “So honey should I tell him or do you want too?” Andrew got an evil grin on his face and said, “you do it honey it’s your fantastic news.” I was going crazy, “will someone please fuck me!! I need a dick inside me, now!” “You heard him Greg. Fuck the slut, he’s begging for it.” “Kevin, you want this toxic cock in your pussy?” “Yes god damn it, fuck me now!” I screamed. “You asked for it, here it cums. You should know slut, I found out today that this cock inside your pussy is full blown.” With that he shoved in balls deep and started fucking me hard. When he said those words my cock exploded all over my chest with the biggest load I’d ever had. I was moaning so loud Andrew shoved his cock in my mouth to keep me quiet. “Fuck! Look at that load. You sick horny faggot, you love having that full blown cock up your cunt don’t you?” I couldn’t answer with his huge dick in my mouth so I just sucked him harder. “When Greg got home today and told me the news we knew you’d be the perfect neg slut to take his first full blown aids load. I have to admit, for awhile there I wasn’t sure if you’d really show up tonight. I clamped down on Greg’s dick and started milking him while he was fucking me. He shoved in all the way and I could feel him start to coat my ass with his deadly cum. At the same time Andrew grunted and started shooting his load down my throat. Holy fucking shit! What had I just done? I’d taken my first toxic load and it was a fucking aids load at that. Andrew pulled out of my mouth as Greg slowly removed his dick from my ass. “Clamp down don’t lose a drop of my special cum.” Greg leaned down and gave me a deep kiss. “How you doing Kevin?” Andrew asked. I was trying to get a handle on my emotions. Greg was still between my legs and started to rub my cunt with the head of his cock. “It’ll take me a few minutes for me to recharge, so just breathe deep and enjoy this moment. You’ll never be the same after tonight, we’ve made sure if that.” Andrew asked again how I was doing. “I think we may have broken him honey.” I had all these thoughts going through my mind but one kept repeating over and over. “I’m so fucking empty, I need more. Please I need more cum,” I softly said. “Wait, what’d you say Kev?” Andrew asked. “I need more. Please, please give me more cum, my pussy is so empty.” Andrew walked over to the table and grabbed a brand new toothbrush. He looked in me in the eye and asked, “you know what this is for slut?” I shook my head no. “This here is going to ensure we knock you up.” I started to get a little nervous and he could see the concerned look on my face. “Its all right slut, if you want more cum inside you, we need to brush your pussy really hard to make sure you’re properly prepared to get pregnant. So what’ll it be?” I moaned, “do it! Please knock me up!” With that Andrew started brushing the inside of my cunt. He twisted it around to make sure Greg’s load was being massaged into the lining of my ass. He pulled the toothbrush out after a few minutes and it had streaks of dark pink cum covering the bristles. “Prefect!” They both said. “Damn, I think you’re ready Kevin, and look at that my cock is too.” With that Andrew shoved his dick inside me and began pumping in and out. “It takes me a little longer to shoot my second load so this will give me plenty of time to work Greg’s load deep inside you.” He continued fucking me for about thirty minutes. I was in heaven. I had no idea sex could be so amazing. Pretty soon I could tell he was getting ready to cum. He looked me in the eye, grinned then shot another huge load inside my cunt. He pulled out and Greg took his place. They continued using me all night, taking turns breeding my ass. By the time they were done with me they’d given me three loads each. Andrew shoved a butt plug up my ass and told me to leave it in all night to give their swimmers enough time to do the job. They helped me out of the sling and my legs were like rubber. “So how you feeling now?” they asked as we got dressed. “Like a fucking slut.” I grinned from ear to ear. “That was amazing. Thank you! And Greg, I’m honored to be the guy who got your first full blown loads.” He gave me a deep kiss. “You’re welcome slut. Give my babies a good home.” “Kevin,” Andrew stopped me at the door, “you thought you were horny after Charlie fucked you, you have no idea what you’ve become now. We’re around all weekend, so if you need more you know where to find us. Also don’t be afraid to find some on your own.” He got a wicked grin on his face, “maybe it’s time you came clean with your friend and your son.” He winked, gave me a kiss, then shut the door behind me. I stood out in the hallway for a second then headed for the elevator. Damn, maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to have a serious conversation with Josh and Scotty. This could be interesting.

CHAPTER FIVE DRACULA Fuck, fuck, fuck! Did the skeleton just die after I milked his seed into my hole? Worried set in, not for the infection that I was collecting, but what could happen to me when it’s found out I was that man’s last fuck. I moved through the maze, back in the dim light. I started thinking. Dracula would not be in the light, but in the dark. I turned back around and headed into the darkness. I didn’t even think of looking for the opening where the skeleton was. I turned right and went down a narrow path in the stalks. I soon came to a sign with glowing letters. It read: “Blood lust ahead!” Fuck, was this my end? Four fucks and now a bashing until dead? My craving was intensifying and my cock was leaking more. This was more of a mind fuck the deadly sex. Even before my mind could understand, my feet were moving. I came to a black coffin in a small dark clearing. It was closed, but soon started to slowly open, creaking as it did. My cock throbbed as I saw a man sit up. He was nothing like any Dracula I had seen in the movies. He was bare chested, but was covered with tattoos. He lifted the bottom lid covering the bottom half of his body. He was completely naked and his tattoos covered the lower half as well. He stood and I realized he was wearing just a black cape with a red liner, held in by a black chain. His identity was not hidden. “I’ve been waiting for you Eric!” He said with a horrible Dracula accent. “I know you” I said “Does that really matter?” “You’re the mechanic at the gas station” He stepped out of the coffin and as he walked toward me. His cock was slowly growing, inching more and more as he got closer. My lust for him was growing as well. He stopped inches from my face. I could feel his breath on me and smell the alcohol on his breath. Suddenly, he spit in my face! I jerked a little bit left it there. “Bend over my death bed” he ordered I hurried over, shut the lids of the coffin and bent over. He moved quickly in the dark until he was behind me. His cold fingers gripped the sides of the rip in my jeans, pulling them and ripping it more. I felt his hot breath on my hole, then he spit on it. I soon felt his cock pushing in my hole. It was a good eight inches. He slid in balls deep. I could feel his cold body on my exposed ass flesh. He grabbed my hips and started tucking me hard and fast. “No medications will help your strain once our mutations take effect” He hissed out, as he fucked be harder. “Death will be quick and swift! How it should be faggot” I moaned and squeezed his cock with my hole. The air was getting colder and I could see my breath in the night air. My cock was pressed against the top of the coffin and with each thrust was pressed harder. I moaned more and more with each thrust. His breathing was rapid and was more like hissing as he fucked me. He slowed down on his thrusts. “No need to cum too fast, your craving must take over” “Give me your death” I pleaded An evil laugh escaped him into the night air. He pulled his cock out and rammed back in. Then started to fuck me harder and faster. As much as I wanted the fuck to last, the craving was growing and I wanted his deadly infection. His cold flesh hitting my exposed flesh made it actually feel like I was getting fucked by Dracula the undead. He suddenly pulled out. “On your back” I flipped over quickly and lifted my legs up in the air. Again his cold finger ripped at the fabric of my jeans, opening them up more. He reached into the gap and pulled my cock and balls out, exposing them to the cold air. “Want to see your eyes as I infect your hole” He gripped my ankles, pushing my legs back and then rammed his large cock into my hole. I gasped as his lust for my death took over and he began pumping my hole. His balls were swinging and bouncing off my exposed ass. “Fuck my cock is covered with bloody cum” I lowered my head and closed my eyes, trying to imagine this cock in my hole with the mixture of cum and blood. I opened my mouth and moaned. The cold night air chilled my cock and balls making the pre-cum peaking out and running down as hot as lava. Dracula pulled out and quickly moved around the coffin and slid his cock deep in my throat. I eagerly sucked it, tasting my ass, the cum and my blood. He drove his cock deep into my throat until his balls were against my forehead. Pulling out with a laugh he pushed back in deep. I was losing my balance and tried to lower my legs. Seeing that he grabbed them and held them up. I gripped at the edge of the coffin, which was cold to touch. He drove his cock in deep and held it there, laying his naked body on top of mine, hooking his arms around my legs. His fingers invaded my ass, as he held his cock in deep. His fingers would thrust in and out then pull out. I heard slurping then the fingers would go back in. I was starting to gag on his cock and fight for air. He pulled his cock out a little and I took a deep breath and the. He pushed back in again all the while his fingers were working my hole and eating the cum off his fingers. “Bleed for me!” he demanded. Angered he pulled his cock out and slap me, then spit in my face. He moved quickly to my ass and rammed into my hole. He grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart, pulling them wider than the jean would allow, ripping them more. His cock fucked me hard and fast. “My virus will find a way” He rammed into me harder and harder. The slaps of flesh echoed in the cold night air. The pleasure was mixed with pain. I was lost in our fuck. “Here comes my bug” He dug his fingers into my hips and rammed his cock in deep, after the first pulse of cum shot out of his piss slit, he thrusted in and out, then another shot, repeating this over and over. My cock had a long string of pre-cum hanging from the head. “Contaminating your body” he hissed. I had just taken my fifth load of man’s sickness, adding to my craving. I milked his cock with my hole as he slowly pumped in and out, mixing his cum with the four others. “You still have more monsters to find” he hiss, pulling his soft cock out of my hole. I moved off the coffin, adjusted my cock and balls back into my ripped jeans and started to move out of this area. “Your next creature is mummy” I looked over my shoulder to see him laying back in the coffin and closing the lid. I could feel the cold air on my ass, which was hidden by my shirt, but I could feel the air creep in cooling my balls. As I walked my nuts popped out and I left them. No one looked at me now, it was as if I was invisible to everyone.

Moderator's Note: This story is mostly new, but it has characters that previously appeared in this story. Hi guys. Kevin here, you may remember me, I’m Josh’s dad and Scott, or I guess he’s Scotty now, anyway his best friend. So let me catch you up with what’s been going on with me. After I walked in on Josh having unprotected sex my life took an interesting turn. I think that was the catalyst for my new path in life. A little bit about me, I’m 51 now, I know old by gay standards but I gotta say I still look good. I’m 5’8” 170lbs, I’m a runner so I’m pretty toned but not overly muscular. Got some good fur on my chest and the rest of my body. I wear my brown hair cut pretty short and yes it turning into more silver than brown, but I think it looks sexy! I’m married to a woman, or I should say I was married to a woman. The divorce was final a few months ago. But I’m getting ahead of myself. After my visit with Josh I flew home but something was changing. Seeing my son’s raw dick buried in that guys ass woke something up inside of me. The only gay experience I’d had was with Scotty back in college. He’d suck me off when I was horny and couldn’t find a girl to play with, oh and I was usually drunk. I remember I liked it and he certainly gave better blow jobs than any of the girls I ever dated, but I never reciprocated. I have a great relationship with my wife. We’d been married for close to 30 years. Next to Scotty she’s my best friend. The problem was we hadn’t had sex for over fifteen years now and neither of us seemed to really care. Don’t get me wrong I was horny all the time. I’d jack off at least twice a day but I had absolutely no desire to have sex with my wife. Yes I know you’re probably saying to yourself ‘what a fucking dumb ass, why’d it take him so long to figure it out.’ Good fucking question! After I got back I started noticing my wife and I were really more roommates than spouses. Of course I still didn’t do anything about it. After about six months I was offered a promotion. The only catch was the job was on the East Coast. I talked it over wife my wife and she got really excited. “I think it’s perfect you should take it.” “You do. I didn’t think you’d want to move.” “I don’t. But I think this is exactly what we need.” “Wait what?” “Oh come on Kevin. We both know this marriage was over years ago just neither one of us was brave enough to pull the trigger. And to be honest with you I’ve already been seeing someone else.” “Wait really? Who is it?” Okay something was wrong I wasn’t pissed at all but genuinely curious and happy for her. “Her name’s Mandy.” Huh didn’t see that coming. “Look this is perfect now I can be with Mandy and you can move to the east coast and find some nice guy.” “Umm yea, except I’m not gay.” “Right keep telling yourself that, but you might want to clear your internet history,” she winked at me. Okay so I might have been watching some bi porn but that didn’t make me gay. “Go hang out with our son and your best friend. They can introduce you to the gay world.” She was really enjoying this. Our divorce had to be the easiest, quickest and friendliest in the history of divorces. So here I was back in the city where my gay son and best friend lived, ready for the next chapter in my life to begin. I wasn’t able to move into my new apartment when I arrived, so Scotty was kind enough to put me up for a few weeks until it was ready. Damn he’d changed since the last time I’d seen him. He had some new ink and I found myself strangely drawn to it. It was hot as fuck, is all I’m saying. “Kevin, you’re staring again.” “Sorry I can’t help it your new tats are really cool. Although I’m not really sure why’d you get one biohaz tattoo let alone two? You’re not a toxic guy. You’re really nice.” Scotty just about choked on his drink. “Umm, they’re nothing really. I’m in a special club and that’s our logo.” “Huh okay, that’s weird but whatever.” I could tell he was really uncomfortable and didn’t want to discuss it further so I dropped it. Now I hadn’t discussed with Scotty the real reason for my divorce. I’d just told him we’d grown apart. Which technically was true. I don’t know why I was so worried. He wouldn’t care at all but I was still nervous. He was out late one night so I was bored and borrowed his computer to look up a few things. I noticed there was one browser he’d just minimized so I opened it up. Yes I know I shouldn’t snoop on my best friend’s computer but come on like you wouldn’t do it too. What I found both shocked me and gave me the biggest woody I’d ever had. On the screen was Scotty with his legs in the air getting fucked like crazy with no condom in sight. The guy fucking him seemed to have cum so he pulled out and another guy quickly took his place. Scotty was moaning and telling the new guy to fuck him harder, to recharge his ass. Recharge his ass what the fuck did that mean?” I was so entranced watching the top shove his huge dick in and out of Scotty that I hadn’t noticed the guy looked really familiar. Holy fucking shit that was my son Josh’s big dick fucking my best friend. Seriously what kind of sick shit was this and when did I take my dick out and start jacking off. And why was I leaking more than I normally did. I kept watching the video and started to notice there was several guys in the room with Scotty and they all seemed to have at least one biohaz tat somewhere on their body. Fuck me even Josh had one. Next thing I knew I was shooting my load all over my hand. I didn’t have any tissues handy so I just did what came natural and brought my hand up to my mouth and cleaned it off. Damn why had I never tasted my cum before, it was delicious. I sat there in a state of shock for a few minutes trying to understand what I had just watched. My son was fucking my best friend. My son, was fucking my best friend. My best friend was letting my son fuck him without a condom and he was loving it. Fuck I was hard again and stroking my dick, again. What! The! Fuck!! I should be pissed off but I was only pissed that there wasn’t any more of the video to watch. I calmed down, okay I did watch it one more time and might have shot another load, then I calmed down and cleaned up. I minimized the screen so Scotty wouldn’t know that I knew his dirty little secret. I put his computer away and jumped on my phone to research gay men and the biohaz tat. Hmmm club my ass. I was in shock. Result after result came up biohazard tattoo equals HIV. What the fuck. Then I found sites about guys actively chasing for the disease, apparently they called themselves bug chasers. I was feeling really conflicted. On one hand it appeared my best friend and my son were HIV positive, on the other hand I was fucking hard again. Seriously what the ever loving fuck was happening to me. I shot my third load of the night, looked at the clock and realized how late it was getting. I was in no place to deal with Scotty tonight so I quickly went to bed to avoid him before he got home. That night I had the most erotic dream. Instead of Scotty in the middle of all those guys getting fucked it was me. I made sure I was out of the apartment before he woke up. I knew I couldn’t avoid him forever but I just needed some time to digest all this shit. Damn I really needed someone to talk to about this but the one person in my life I would normally turn to was exactly the one person I couldn’t talk to. And damn it, I was hard again just thinking about that video. Fuck!

Last Friday I had a trip, laying over in Milwaukee the first night. I logged into BBRT early in the day to change my home location to MKE. Immediately I was hit up by a local MKE guy wanting to fuck. I explained that I was arriving late tonight, but would have my ass available for loads on Saturday from 10A-2P. He said great, keep me in the loop. As I was chatting with him, I was hit up by 4 other guys. I told all of them the same, that I'd be available from 10-2 on Saturday. They all wanted me to message the hotel details and will try to stop by. I arrive in MKE at midnight and send all 5 my hotel info. And luckily, no elevator key needed for access! Saturday morning I get up and have messages from 3 of them. They're planning on coming over, 2 of them will be there at 10:00. A little before 10, I go and tape the door latch (I travel with packing tape) so they can just push the door open when they arrive. Right at 10, top #1 comes in. He puts his arms around me and kisses me deeply...off to a good start! He gets undressed and we make out and roll around on the bed for a bit. I break to suck his dick some before going back to a make out some more. Then top #2 comes in. He immediately gets undressed and starts eating my ass. I take a big hit of poppers and go back to sucking #1's dick. Before long #2 slides in my hole and fucks with a steady pace as I'm sucking #1. After a bit #2 suggests I sit on #1's dick, which I do. #2 asks if I'm into DP and I tell him I've never done it. He asks if I want to try and I tell him I'm game. #2 gets behind me and pushes into me as I'm sitting on #1's dick and leaning forward. I take a hit of poppers and #2 is quickly balls deep. #2 takes control and seems to be doing most of the work. But it feels awesome having my ass stuffed so full! I can tell #1 is enjoying it to by the look on his face. It's hard to say how long this goes on before #2 really picks up the pace and slams deep into me, grunting and moaning. #2 pulls out as I'm still sitting on #1. I tell him I want to taste the cum on his dick, and he comes to the side of the bed so I can clean him up. #2 asks #1 if he's going to cum too. #1 says "I already did". Maybe he just cums quietly, but I didn't notice with everything else going on. I then get off of #1 and clean his dick for him also. Top #3 messaged that he'd be there about 12:45. While I'm waiting, I finger my sloppy hole and edge my dick until it's drooling. But I'm careful not to cum before #3 arrives. #3 comes in and is excited to get undressed and eat my loaded hole. He's in there thoroughly enjoying himself, savoring the taste of the other 2 loads. I get up and lean down and kiss him so I can taste some of those loads too. He goes back to rimming me for a little longer, then pushes my knees up and slides his dick in. He only fucked for a couple of minutes before blowing his load. Again, I get up and get on my knees so I can clean the cum off of his dick. I love the taste of cum on a dick that just loaded my ass! #3 starts getting dressed, says his thank you's, and heads out. I get back on the bed and finger my sloppy hole some more while jerking and edging myself. I try to make it last as long as possible, but I'm so horny I'm only able to last a few minutes. I push out as much cum as I can onto my fingers, put them in my mouth, and jerk my load all over my chest. I'm able to relax for a little while before I have to shower and get ready for pickup. Not only was this my first DP, but also my first time in MKE. Thank you to the tops that trekked over to my hotel and gave me their loads!

Was at the local sauna today and a hot daddy type guy caught my eye. Tattooed, hairy and hung with a salt n pepper beard...perfect combination. After some kissing and him fucking my throat being a bit verbal I bend over so he knows what i want next. He goes to put a condom on and I say "I'd prefer it without if you like?" He says "oh fuck yeah boy" He fucks me raw on my front and on my back before planting his load deep in my gut. So glad I told him to loose the rubber.

Please do NOT do this. I will just put it all back into one thread. That’s the only way to keep the fiction readable. Over time, chapters in different threads get out of order and drift apart. It is not a workable solution.

Had a hookup from out of town last night. He's here visiting family for holidays, and needed a break. Wouldn't send a picture, but I agreed to a meeting as I was quite horny. I wasn't disappointed, as when he knocked I discovered he was just my type. Maybe 55, 6', gray hair and a moustache, and beefy. We had a bourbon then got down to business. He has a beautiful fat 7" with a head like a plum, and I gummed it until he was about to shoot, then he fucked me like a mad man for a few minutes then gave me a huge load. He then rolled me onto my back and sucked me like a pro, and eating every drop of my cum. This got him hard again, so I got back into dog position and he slow fucked my cummy ass until he gave me a second load. Says he's in town until the 26th, so I'm hoping for more loads.

I dream of having a daddy make me his cuntboy like this.

As a married guy i love taking bareback cock, was hooked after the first time i let a regular fuck buddy go bare about 5 years ago.

Leatherpunk, i think you've gotten some thoughtful and valuable input here. i deal with this kind of stuff all the time as a critical care nurse. i got a patient yesterday who came into the ED tweaking. His tox screen tested positive for meth, he denied partying to me. He was all over the map physically, arms flailing, heart racing. Of course, i don't see the guys who PnP and perceive they are having a good time, i see all the issues that arise with PnP, most common are brain damage and heart damage. People destroy their hearts beyond repair and need a transplant, but usually cannot get one because of the cause. my input is similar to many. i think you need closure and i think counseling with a grief counselor is a good idea, as well as joining a group so you won't be alone with this. Thank you for sharing this. i think your sharing this and talking about it on this site is one of the best things you can do to honor Marks memory. There is so much fantasy that happens on this site, guys romanticizing and fetishizing drugs and disease, but rarely with a balanced understanding. Your sharing your and Marks story is a sad and common outcome that our community needs to grasp. i love my gay family and i long for us to be a healthy and thriving community, not one bent on self destruction. i've been around drugs since i was 13, been at more parties than i can count, but have always been the observer, never partook. Now as a healthcare provider, i see all the people who have bad experiences, and the many who progressively kill themselves with reuse. We need to see the sadness and grief that these drugs can cause.

@leatherpunk16: This thread really breaks my heart and I'm not that comfortable commenting on it to be honest. I'd encourage you to talk to a licensed therapist to process the grief and seek closure. I worry that going the legal route will frustrate you, cost you time, money and effort and perhaps not deliver the justice you seek. Mark and Carl, according to you, have a history of playing together (successfully) under the influence of substances. That suggests a certain level of trust. I have zero experience with PnP, but I've always assumed (perhaps wrongly) that anything can happen under those circumstances. Furthermore, more than 2 weeks passed between the party and Mark's death. If Mark said nothing to you to suggest Carl was directly responsible for what happened to him, then maybe he isn't. Carl may indeed be an unsavory character who hosted a party where things went left, but that does not mean he is a killer. I'm very sympathetic to your plight. Defense attorneys are not. There are many unanswered questions here that Carl could exploit to create reasonable doubt. That's why I'm in favor of moving past this very sad event in a way that is least taxing for you psychologically. Good luck to you man.

Just took a nice BBC in my ass. Guy said he had 9" don't know about length, but definitely around! His dirty talk while I sucked him was all about how good I was at sucking his uncut cock. He had a goldilocks amount of smegma for me, enough to give his foreskin and head some flavor, not too much that I'd be overwhelmed. I didn't think he was going to last long in spite of his dirty talk being about how he was going to pound me over and over and give me multiple loads. When he finally pushed in it took only a couple minutes before he gave me his juice. Was very satisfying and rewarding.

Chapter 4 I made it home before Scotty so I figured I might as well cook dinner. I needed to do something to keep myself preoccupied. He showed up about an hour later. “Hey stranger. Hmm something smells good,” Scotty said. “Hey, I got home early so I just figured I’d whip us up some food.” “This is perfect. So what’ve you been up the last couple days?” Hmm that was a loaded question. “Just busy with work. What about you. You’ve had some late nights.” “Uh yea, was helping some friends out. Sorry I haven’t been around.” “Scotty don’t worry about it. The last thing I wanted was to cramp your style. I really do appreciate you letting me crash with you. I should be able to move in next weekend.” “It’s cool. I’ve enjoyed having you here.” “So I have a question for you. I, umm, I’m not sure how to ask this. It’s about your tattoo.” “I have lots of tattoos you’re gonna have to be more specific,” he grinned at me. He was not going to make this easy. “Okay fine,” I grinned back. “Specifically, your biohazard tattoo.” “Umm Okay What do you want to know?” “Why that design? Are you HIV positive?” “Uhh, what makes you say that?” I gave him a look, “really, that’s your response? It’s no big deal I’m just curious.” “Okay, yep, I’m poz.” “And your okay with that?” He looked at me sheepishly, “yea I’m very okay with it.” “Hot,” I whispered. “What did you say?” “Umm, cool glad you’re okay with it.” “One last question. Did you actively try to become poz?” Okay he wasn’t expecting that question. “Seriously, no judgement. I’m just curious.” “Yes, I did.” “Can I ask why?” “It’s hard to explain and honestly I’m not sure I really know why. It was just a need I had deep down inside. Like a part of me was missing. Sorry, I know it sounds fucked up. Hell I know most people think it’s crazy but it was just something I needed to do.” “No I get it. I mean I don’t totally, but I’m trying to understand.” Because honestly ever since Andrew and Charlie planted the seed I can’t stop thinking about it. I went on to tell him that my divorce was really because my ex was a lesbian. I conveniently left out the part about me being gay and that I still had two loads inside me from this afternoon. Hey there is such a thing as over sharing. Don’t judge me. We spent the rest of evening just bullshitting. It was nice, oh yea I was also hard all night. The rest of the weekend was pretty uneventful. Except I found myself on Twitter looking at the accounts of guys who only fuck raw. Which inevitably lead me to the accounts of a lot of poz guys. Every time I’d see a guy with a biohaz tat I’d start getting hard. I followed, unfollowed and re-followed so many accounts I’m surprised my account wasn’t flagged. By Monday I needed to get fucked. The problem was I just wasn’t sure how to go about that. Hey it’s been awhile since I was single. I tried texting Charlie but he was out of town for the week. He suggested I speak with Andrew. Right talk to my boss about getting fucked. I’m pretty sure HR would already frown on the fact that he introduced me to Charlie in the first place. I made it to Wednesday until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was honestly a little surprised that Andrew hadn’t chatted with me earlier but I guess he was in meetings both days. Wednesday I’d seen him in the halls and said hi a couple times but didn’t really have an opportunity to talk. In the afternoon I wandered down to his office and saw he was alone so I knocked on his door and stuck my head in. “Hi Andrew, was just wondering if you had a few minutes?” “Of course, come on in and shut the door behind you.” I of course had brought with me a real work issue to at least make this seem like a legit visit. We took care of the work issue quickly then he said, “so how’d your meeting Friday go?” “Um it was very informative.” “I spoke with Charlie and he feels you have excellent potential to become a total bottom cum slut. He also mentioned you tried to contact him again but he wasn’t available.” “Yep, I was kind of hoping for a repeat meeting.” “You’re a hot guy. There’s lots of ways for you to find guys to fuck you. In fact there are several at this company who would gladly bend you over their desk and breed your cunt. Including yours truly. He stood up and I could see the outline of his very hard, very big cock through his tight pants. “I’m not so sure about my boss fucking me. I mean my boss is hot as fuck but he’s still my boss.” “Totally understand. So if he wasn’t your boss would you let him fuck you?” I didn’t even think, just responded, “yes!!” “Even if he’s poz?” “Ahh umm, I don’t know.” “You hesitated, interesting. I’d say you’re warming up to the notion of taking toxic cum. Would that be accurate?” “Oh fuck! No, yes, maybe. I’m not sure.” He grinned at me. “You should probably get back to work.” I immediately went to the bathroom and shot my load. Friday I finally moved into my new apartment. Most of my stuff was being shipped or I’d purchased new since my ex kept the old house, so there wasn’t too much, so between Scotty, Josh, his friend Zack and me we had it done pretty quick. I offered to buy the guys pizza and beer but all three of them had somewhere to be. Some of the new furniture had arrived that morning so I was just relaxing when Andrew called. “Hi Andrew.” “Did you get all moved?” “Yep now just need to unpack.” “How horny are you?” “Climbing the fucking walls!” “Good! Clean out and be to the address I’m going to text you in two hours. Don’t over think it Scotty. It’s time!” Then he hung up and I received the text a minute later. He was right. Enough pussyfooting around. It was time to take the plunge. I cleaned out and the next thing I new I was at the address he’d given me. I knocked on the the apartment door and was soon face to face with an older gentleman, probably in his early 60s, in great shape. Tall and skinny, wearing just a pair of very tight shorts. It looked like his long cock was just about to peak out of the bottom of his shorts. He had a big red biohaz tat that surrounded his left nipple which was also pierced. “You must be Kevin. I’ve heard a lot about you. Come on in. I’m Greg, Andrew’s partner.” I stepped inside and he gave me a tight hug and squeezed my ass. “Damn I can’t wait to breed your neg cunt. Charlie tells me you’re a natural.” Gulp! He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and lead me into the living room where Andrew was talking on the phone. He waved and motioned for me to sit. I couldn’t take my eyes off Greg’s crotch. “He may be awhile, why don’t you take my dick out and have a taste. I can tell you want too.” Yep I did. He stood in front of me and I pulled down his shorts. The longest cock I’d ever seen popped out. Thank god it was skinny like him or I’d never get it down my throat. He was already leaking so I just went to town. “Damn Charlie’s right, this boy can suck.” He soon pulled his dick out of my mouth. “Fuck I was getting close. Your mouth is great but all the loads need to go in your other hole today. You’re wearing too many clothes. Why don’t you get comfortable.” By the time I was naked Andrew was off the phone and taking his clothes off too. “You ready for this Kevin?” I nodded yes. “You need to say it Kevin. Tell us what you want, what you need.” Oh fuck. They were both stroking their hard cocks, precum dripping from the ends. “I need you to fuck me.” “Kevin!” “I need you to stick your poz cocks deep in my neg cunt and blow your toxic loads deep inside me. I need you to knock me up!” “Good boy. Now we can begin.”

Chapter 3 It was Friday and I’d successfully managed to avoid Scotty again. Around 10am Andrew stuck his head in my office and said, “I’ve cleared your schedule for this afternoon. You have a meeting offsite at 2pm. I won’t expect you back until Monday so enjoy your weekend.” “Okay, what’s this meeting? I don’t have anything on my calendar.” “This is regarding that special project we discussed last night. I’ll text you the address. Oh and you’re welcome.” With that he turned and left my office. Shit. I honestly didn’t except him to follow through with getting me laid. I felt like a fucking teenager about to have sex for the first time. Needless say it was good I was two weeks ahead with my work because I didn’t get anything done for the rest of the morning. About 1:30 I received a text from Andrew. ‘Have fun! Here’s the address, don’t be late.’ At 2pm I found myself in the lobby of a nice apartment building waiting for the doorman to announce me. He directed me to the elevators and I was now standing outside apartment 1208. What the hell was I doing?? I stood there for a few minutes trying to work up my courage when the door opened. There standing on the other side of the door was a 6’ 200lbs big burly, hairy daddy. “Hey boy, damn Andrew was right you’re a fucking cutie, come on in.” Wait Andrew thought I was cute. Fuck! I just stood there so he reached out and grabbed my hand to pull me inside. “Damn he wasn’t kidding about you being nervous was he? No reason to worry, my specialty is breaking in new boys. Can’t say I’ve had one your age before but don’t worry it’ll be fun. You can call my Charlie or daddy, I’ll answer to either.” “Hi Charlie, I’m Kevin,” I said taking his offered hand. He pulled into his chest and hugged me. He whispered in my ear, “let’s get started boy I can wait to pop you cherry. Now strip.” I hesitated for only a second till I saw the look on his face. Which seemed to say ‘don’t make me ask twice.’ I quickly stripped and was soon standing naked in front of Charlie. He was just wearing shorts so I could see his big hairy chest and pierced nipples. I could also see the top of a biohaz tat peaking out over the top of his shorts. He saw where I was looking and said, “boy don’t worry, unfortunately for you daddy’s currently on meds so I’m only shooting blanks.” I breathed a sigh of relief. He chuckled, “you may think you don’t want toxic cum now but give it a few days, weeks or months and you’ll be fucking begging to get knocked up.” “Yea I don’t think so,” I stammered. He just smirked at me. “We’ll see. Okay let me take a look at you. Nice body son, average cock but something tells me you won’t be needing that much. Bend over let me take a look at your boy hole.” I turned around and showed him my asshole. He whistled. “Damn, that looks mighty tasty can’t wait to get my dick inside of there. Okay follow me, let’s get you cleaned out and ready for your first fuck.” He showed me how to clean out and make sure I was ready to take any load offered. The whole time he kept telling what a good boy I was and how happy I was going to make all the real men that would get to use my holes. I was soon running clear so he took me to his bedroom and told me to drop to my knees. He slowly removed his shorts and out popped this beautiful 7.5” cock. “Don’t just stare at it, start sucking. He was already dripping precum so I tentatively stuck my tongue out to taste him. Damn, that was good. Next thing I knew I was sucking him like my life depended on it. “Easy boy, watch those teeth. That’s it relax your throat let me in. I gagged a little, but before I knew it I was deep throating my first cock. I have no idea how long I sucked him off for it could have been ten minutes or thirty but all I knew was that I liked sucking cock. Pretty soon I could feel his dick start to convulse and hot salty cum started to fill my mouth. “Good boy take every drop, don’t spill any. Make sure you swallow it all. I made sure he was totally cleaned off before he pulled out of my mouth. I had a stupid grin on my face. “I take it you enjoyed that son?” “Fuck that was amazing. Your cum’s delicious.” “Damn if you liked sucking dick so much just wait until you have one up your tight pussy! Okay hop up on the bed there on you back and lift your legs up in the air.” He pulled me down so my ass was just hanging off the bed. He then dove into my ass and started eating me out. I just about hit the roof. Nothing had ever come close to that feeling. I was moaning like crazy. He came up for air and replaced his tongue with his fingers. “You like my tongue in your pussy boy?” “Oh my god yes!” I screamed “more please.” “Fuck you’re so tight. But don’t worry I’m going to loosen you up enough to take my dick and everyone else’s for that matter. Your doing great boy. I’ve got three fingers in you now. Fuck your pussy is just opening right up for daddy. I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer son.” He grabbed a 6” dildo he had lying on the bed and inserted it in my ass. He slowly moved it in and out driving me crazy. “You like that dildo, you about ready to take your first real cock son?” I just continued to moan. “Answer me boy tell me what you need.” “Cock! I need your cock inside me! Please.” “You gonna make daddy wear a condom?” “NO! No condoms. No condoms ever sir!” “Good boy and why’s that?” “Cum should never be wasted.” I shouted. “Please Charlie, please stick your raw dick inside my tight pussy.” With that he ripped the dildo out of my ass and before I could even scream he shoved his big dick inside me in one go. He was balls deep and laid down on top of kissing me while I got used to his cock. After a short while he started to move in and out of my cunt and the pain turned to incredible pleasure. Charlie could sense the change in me and started fucking me harder. “Oh dear god yes! Harder Charlie, knock me up daddy.” “Fuck yeah boy. You like this poz dick breeding your neg cunt don’t you son?” “Feels so good, please cum in me!” “”Like you ever had a choice boy. Fuck I’m getting close. You want me to pull out son?” “NO!” I screamed. “Inside me, please don’t pull out.” With that he shoved his dick all the way in and blasted his load. I laid on the bed trying to catch my breath. “How you doing there son?” “Wow, wow, wow. Had no idea what I was missing.” Charlie slowly pulled his dick out of my ass and without even thinking I immediately flipped around to clean him off. I had an incredible need to taste his cock covered in cum and ass juices. “You like the taste of your ass don’t you?” I looked up at him with his dick still in my mouth and just grinned. After a few minutes we collapsed side by side on the bed. “Was that really your first time with a guy?” “Yep, a buddy sucked me off years ago but that’s all. This is the first time for any of what we just did.” “Damn boy. Andrew was right, you are a natural bottom. I’m proud of you boy. We’ll have you begging for toxic cum in no time.” “Yea I don’t think so. Barebacking, hell yeah but I’m going to stick with negative guys.” He smirked, “sure you will. Mark my word son, you’re going to start thinking about cum all the time. Neg cum will work in the beginning but soon it won’t be enough and you’ll start to cave the special cum only certain guys can give you.” “We’ll see,” I said, not really believing him. He just grinned at me like he already knew what my future would hold. “You ready for your next lesson.” “Yes please!” He rolled over onto his stomach and told me start working on his ass. I kind of gave him a weird look and he said, “don’t worry you won’t be fucking me just eating out my ass. It’s an important skill you need and something tells me your going to love it especially when there’s another bottom full of cum lying next to you. Now dig in.” I started out tentatively licking his hole but was soon burying my tongue inside him as far as it could go. Damn, and I thought sucking cock was fun! I ate him out like I was a starving man. Soon I could tell his cock was growing and he tapped me on my head. “As much as I’m enjoying your face buried in my ass it’s time to fuck you again.” I climbed up on the bed, got on all fours and wagged my ass at him. “Damn, you’re such a slut. Tell me what you need?” “Cum! I need you to flood my pussy with more cum.” “What kind of cum boy?” I hesitated to say anything. “You know I’m shooting blanks so you can still say it. Come on boy otherwise you’re not getting my load.” Fuck! “Please fuck me with your poz dick and give me your cum.” “Getting closer boy.” He teased the outside of my hole with the head of his cock. “Poz cum! I need your poz cum!! Please.” He shoved all the way in and started fucking me hard. “Good boy. Now was that so difficult?” “Thank you sir!” He continued pounding my ass for a good half hour then unloaded a second round of cum deep inside my cunt. It was about 5pm by the time we finished up and he let me rinse off in his shower. I was leaving with three loads of cum plastered deep inside my body and a huge smile on my face. “You did good son. Hope you enjoyed yourself.” “I did Charlie. Thanks for everything!” “My pleasure. You have my number; next time you need more cum just text me. I’ll be sure to let Andrew know how successful today’s meeting was.” As I was riding down the elevator I realized I’d ended up taking three loads, one down my throat and two up my ass and yet I hadn’t cum once. Huh interesting. When I got out on the street I checked my phone and noticed I had two text messages. One from Andrew, ‘hope it went well. Let me know.’ And one from Scotty, ‘hey stranger. How about dinner tonight?’ Andrew’s reply was easy. “It was great, thanks for introducing me to Charlie.” Now for Scotty I wasn’t really sure what to do but I knew I couldn’t keep avoiding him so I bite the bullet and texted back, ‘dinner sounds great. I should be home shortly.’

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.

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.

I have to say, going to an event like this, and being classified as a "mare", turns me on like crazy.

I agree... craving more to follow!

Married Man at the Gloryholes: Part 1 I was 28, married 7 years, no kids and no rush to have kids. We were the typical young, married couple focused on our careers, had a dog, a cat, and a nice home. I always considered myself to be a happily married straight man. I admit I would notice guys in the shower at the local gym, or men I considered to be attractive walking down the street, but I always felt this was normal curiosity. You know, is this guy’s dick bigger than mine? Is he hairier than me? That type of shit. Was this the 7 year itch? Regardless, I didn’t expect my life to take such a dramatic turn, but once I opened that door, there was no turning back, nor did I want to. I did a bit of traveling across the country for work, so I was no stranger to hotels and being away from my wife. I had a healthy sex drive, so when I was out of town, occasionally I enjoyed checking out local strip clubs or adult bookstores. I never cheated on my wife, just the occasional porn magazine, or jack off session in the video arcade watching some erotic porn. I loved the smell in the video arcade. You know that smell of sex in the air. It always set the tone for some intense jacking while losing myself in a fantasy watching a hot porn video. Once again, I was out of town for the week. This time it was “The Windy City,” Chicago, not too far away, but too far to be commuting back and forth each day. It was a Monday night, and at the end of the day I found myself very horny. I decided to check out a local adult bookstore and maybe watch some porn. There was one only a few blocks from my hotel, so I decided to head on down and check it out. I flipped through some porn magazines then ducked into the video arcade. This arcade was quite busy. There were several men walking the halls and standing outside booths. I made the occasional eye contact with guys as they walked past. I found a few of the men to be quite handsome. Then I popped into a booth and skimmed through the channels of porn playing. I usually watched straight porn, but as I was flipping through the channels I came across a gay scene that caught my eye. There was a muscular, bearded man in leather fucking a rugged hairy guy in a sling. A group of guys stood around the sling stroking their dicks. To my surprise I found my cock getting fully erect at the sight of this man’s huge cock as he repeatedly buried it balls deep in this guy’s ass. He was fucking the guy with no condom on. Cum was leaking out of the man’s ass as the bearded guy repeatedly pulled his uncut, veiny cock all the way out, then again buried it deep inside him. My cock was begging for attention, pulsing in my pants, and I started to rub my crotch in excitement. After a minute or so I heard the door to the booth next to mine open and heard someone start flipping through channels in the booth next to mine. The light from videos next door lit up a large hole in the wall between our booths. I could see the black boots and jeans of the guy standing in the booth next to me through the hole. I continued to watch my video and slowly unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock. I was already leaking precum from my piss hole and lubed my cock with it as I started to stroke my shaft. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the guy next to me had slipped his hard cock through the hole in the wall. It was dancing in front of me and a thin string of precum dripped from the head of his big dick. I felt my cock pulsing in my hand at the sight of his beautiful rod. I couldn’t resist. I reached down and grasped the shaft of his cock. I felt it twitch in my hand, and I began to slowly stroke his dick. His foreskin slid over the head of his cock, and I could feel the slick juice leaking from his piss hole in my hand as I slid my hand back down his shaft. What the hell was I doing? My mind said no, but my cock and body said yes, and I continued to stroke his hard meat. Then he pulled his cock back out of the hole. I saw him squat down at the hole, and he reached through and grasped my hard cock with his hand. A wave shot through my body, my cock stiffened even more, and I moaned with pleasure as he pulled my cock toward the hole in the wall. I slipped my cock through the hole, and pressed my body tight against the wall of the booth as he continued to stroke my hard shaft. I felt the tip of his tongue lick across my piss hole then his lips engulfed the head of my cock. I could feel the hair of his mustache dancing down my shaft as he slid the full length of my hard cock to the back of his throat. I pressed my hips against the wall, shoving my cock into his mouth as far as I could, and again moaned with pleasure. He kept sucking my cock, and I didn’t want him to stop. He brought me close to cumming so I pulled my cock back out of the hole. I didn’t want to shoot my load yet. I squatted in front of it to get a better look at this man. He was bearded, with a mustache, dark hair, and quite handsome. He stood up and slid his hard rod back through the hole. It was right in front of me, and I wasted no time. I stroked the full length of his shaft again and was overcome with the urge to taste my first cock. I slid his tool into my mouth and began to lube his cock with my spit. The sweet taste of precum slid down my throat, and the smell of manly sweat hit my nostrils. It was amazing. I slowly sucked his cock and felt it expanding and pulsing in my mouth. Just as I was really getting into sucking my first cock, this hot stud slid his cock out of my mouth and squatted in front of me. He whispered to me through the hole, “Fuck, you are hot. Can I see your ass?” I stood up and dropped my jeans to the floor and arched my back for him to check out my ass. He again reached through the hole, felt my ass cheeks, then cupped his hand around my balls and pulled me toward the hole. I pressed my ass up to the hole and felt him blow on my ass hole. My ass puckered and cock throbbed. I felt his beard press against my ass cheeks and his tongue across my virgin hole. I spread my cheeks to let him get a good taste, and he kept licking my ass. He buried his tongue as far into my ass as he could trying to open my tight ass hole. Then I felt his wet finger press against my ass, and slip inside my hole. It felt amazing!! He slowly worked his finger in and out of my ass then slipped a second finger inside of me. He was slowly working my puckered ass until it opened up for him. I never thought this could feel so good. It was awakening desires in me I didn’t know were there. I felt his tongue bury deep into my hole as he rimmed me as deep as he could. I arched my back and spread my cheeks, pressing my ass into his hungry lips and tongue. He pulled his tongue out of my ass and I heard him spit in the booth behind me. Suddenly I felt pressure against my hole. It was the head of his wet cock pressing at my tight hole, begging to get in. I pressed my ass firmly against his rod and the mushroom head of his huge cock slowly opened me up and slid inside. OMG!!! What a sensation. My cock stiffened and pulsed, and I knew in that instant I needed to feel this man’s cock inside me. I put my hands on the opposite wall to push against his cock. With a forceful thrust he shoved his cock halfway in. My ass burned with pain and I tightened my ass around his thick pole. My stud pulled back slightly and kept his cock still. The pain subsided and I again slowly pressed my ass against his cock. The invitation was accepted and he again thrust into my ass. I again tightened my ass in pain, but he was now balls deep inside me. I could feel his pubic hair against my ass, and he remained still again, waiting for my approval to continue. The pain was intense and I pulled his cock part way out of my ass. I held his cock still in my hole until the pain subsided. I pushed my ass against his hard shaft again, and he again thrust into me opening my up again. The pain hit me again, and I gasped, but this time it quickly turned to pleasure and a burning desire to get fucked by this hunk consumed me. I started to work his cock in and out of my ass, and he slowly took over, thrusting in and out of my virgin hole. What the hell was I doing? I was cheating on my wife and with another man, but fuck, this felt so good, so right. I wanted him badly. I wanted his cum inside me. I pushed harder against the opposite wall, pressing my ass tight to the hole between our booths and he thrust harder and faster into my ass. I heard his moans, and felt his cock thicken and expand, spreading my insides even wider as his cock pulsed over and over in me, filling me with his cum. I was so excited, my cock erupted as my body jerked with each pulse of my cock. I shot spurt after spurt of jizz on the floor and wall of the booth. I was dripping with sweat and panting with exhaustion. This felt so awesome. I felt his cock slip from my ass, and a gentle trickle of cum followed running down my leg. I looked through the hole in the wall and watched my stud tuck his massive cock back into his jeans, zip them up and disappear out of the booth into the hallway. A little grin came across my face. I sat in the booth for a while with my jeans at my ankles, thinking about what I had just done. I cheated on my wife!! I let a guy fuck me and without a condom. I took his cum inside me!!! What the fuck was I doing??!!! What if I got an STD? I pulled my pants back up, tucked my cock away, and headed back to my hotel room. I could smell my stud’s sweat and cock on my mustache. I could practically feel him inside me. I couldn’t get the thoughts out of my head. It was so wrong to cheat on my wife, but this felt amazing. By the time I reached my room my cock was half erect again. I stripped off my clothes and crawled into bed. I was sweaty with a load of cum in my ass, but I didn’t care. I didn’t sleep much that night. My mind went back and forth from guilt to excitement. I longed to experience more, but what about my wife and family? Eventually I drifted off to sleep. Tuesday was a long day filled with anticipation. I got up and jumped in the shower to get ready for work. My ass was a little sore from the fucking the night before, but as I lathered up my body, my cock began to get hard. Something was awakened in me. I kept picturing the events from the night before. I felt alive for the first time. I had sex with another man for the first time. I realized I am gay. It kept rolling through my head. I’m gay… I’m gay…. I am fucking gay!! I loved it!!!!!! I planned to head back to that bookstore and look for my guy that fucked me. I wanted more. I wanted his cock. I wanted to taste him. Smell his sweat. Feel his cock deep inside me again. I wanted more of his cum in me. I knew it wasn’t safe, but the desire was too strong. My cock was rock hard as the water from the shower hit my body. I stroked my cock for a bit, finished showering, quickly got dressed, and headed to work. The day dragged on and on. I could not concentrate on my work. All I could think about was getting more cock and cum. Married Man at the Gloryholes: Part 2 My work day finally came to an end. I grabbed a quick bite to eat, and headed to my hotel. I called my wife to see how she was doing. I felt bad about cheating on her. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I also knew I was a different man now. I took a quick shower and again found my cock fully erect thinking about my play the night before. I stroked my cock and ran my fingers across my tight hole getting myself even more aroused. I dried off from my shower, through on some jeans, and walked down the block to the bookstore. The guy behind the counter gave me a smile and nod as if he remembered me from the night before. I again made my way through the porn magazines, but this time I looked at man on man sex porn. One in particular caught my eye. It was a hardcore xxx porn magazine simply titled, “Cum!!” On the cover a muscular guy had his lips wrapped around a hunk’s thick, hard, cock. My cock was hard before I even picked up the magazine off the rack. I flipped through the pages seeing pics of guys sucking dick and getting fucked raw. They had cum on their faces, in their beards and mustaches, in their mouths, and dripping from their asses. My cock was visibly throbbing in my pants with every turn of the page. I browsed a few more magazines then it was time to play. I didn’t hide the bulge in my jeans, and slowly made my way to the video arcade. I hoped to find my sexy hunk from last night had returned. The halls were once again lined with men with the occasional guy dipping in an out of a booth. The moans from porn and groans from sex could be heard from booths as I strolled by. I searched the halls, but didn’t see my hunk from last night so I ducked into a booth and flipped through the channels of gay porn. I unzipped my pants and stroked my throbbing cock. It didn’t take long before I heard someone step into the booth next to mine. Again I found a nicely shaped hole in the wall separating our booths, and I squatted in front of it to check him out. He was an average built guy, nice tight jeans. He began to rub the bulge showing in his jeans. My cock twitched with anticipation as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock stood at full attention about 7 inches long. My mouth watered. I wanted his hot piece of meat in my mouth. He stroked the full length of his rod, then turned toward the hole in the wall and slipped his cock through. I wasted no time engulfing his rod in my mouth, and did my best to take every of inch of his cock down my throat. I gagged and struggled a bit at first. Then I made love to his shaft, slowing lubing every inch from his piss hole to the base. My cock danced with excitement. The taste of his cock and smell of his sweat was intoxicating. I was in heaven. His body was pressed firmly against the hole, and his pubic hair grazed my lips with each plunge of his cock all the way into my mouth. He moaned with approval, and his cock pulsed in my mouth. After a few minutes his cock thickened, his hips pressed harder to the wall, and his cock throbbed over and over, filling my mouth with his sweet, creamy man juice. I swallowed every drop of cum. His cock stopped spurting in my mouth, and I sucked and licked it clean. He slid his cock back through the hole and disappeared into the arcade. I stroked my cock for a bit and watched some porn then decided to cruise the halls. I found a spot along the wall with nice views to check out guys as they walked by, hoping to come across the guy that fucked me last night. There certainly were plenty of hot men cruising the arcade. I figured I would wait a bit and if my stud didn’t show up, I would do some more playing before heading back to my hotel. After about 15 minutes of looking at these studs, I was craving more action. I was about to duck back into a booth when HE rounded the corner. Just the site of my hunk made my cock rock hard. As he walked past me, he looked directly into my eyes. I continued to stare at him, and he glanced back at me over his shoulder. I followed him down the hall. He entered a booth and I wasted no time in taking the booth next to him. He was squatting at the hole in the wall, and I squatted in front of him. I whispered through the hole, “Thanks again for the load last night.” “That was you?” “Yes, and I never did anything with a man before last night.” “Fuck!! That was your first time? Hope you’re up for more.” “I was hoping you would say that.” He stood up in front of me and rubbed his cock through his jeans. My cock was throbbing in my pants, fully erect, and my ass puckered with each twitch of my cock. I watched him unbutton and unzip his jeans. He was freeballing it, and his cock sprung from his pants half erect. My mouth watered. I craved to taste his cock again. He slipped his cock through the hole. I grasped his meat in my hand and stroked his shaft, pulling back his foreskin. His cock grew fully erect in my hand, and precum ran from the head of his cock. I licked it up. The sweet taste made my cock throb, and I rubbed my crotch through my jeans while serving this stud. I slid the head of his cock into my mouth and he shoved the full length of his rod to the back of my throat, making me gag. My eyes watered, but I continued to worship his cock with my mouth and tongue. He pulled his cock back out of my mouth and rubbed his finger on the edge of the hole. I took it as an invitation to suck my cock, and I quickly unbuttoned my pants to feed him my hard tool. His mouth felt warm, as he lubed my cock with his spit, sucking the full length and teasing the underside of my head with his tongue. I pressed myself tight against the booth wall to give him every inch of my cock. He sucked my shaft for quite a while. I wanted to feel his cock deep inside me again, so I pulled my cock from his mouth and dropped my pants to the floor. As I turned to show him my ass, I heard him say, “Fuck, yes,” through the hole in the wall. I spread my cheeks and pressed my ass up to the hole in the wall. He buried his tongue in my ass as deep as he could and rimmed my hole sending waves of pleasure through my body. I felt the pressure from his wet finger slip into my tight hole then work it in and out. He slipped another finger in, opening me up slowly, preparing me for his massive cock. The anticipation was driving me wild. Then as fast as the pleasure started, he pulled his fingers from my ass, and disappeared from his booth. I quickly heard a knock at my booth door. I opened it up, and he slipped into the booth with me. He said, “I want to fuck you, but I want to feel your body while my cock is in you raw.” “Yes, fuck yes!” He looked into my eyes and buried his tongue in my mouth, and French kissed me. I could taste my ass on his tongue. His kisses were passionate, and erotic. He pulled his shirt off over his head, and removed his jeans. He was standing before me naked with a full hard on. Then he pulled my shirt off and I stripped naked as well. He again French kissed me, our naked bodies and cocks pressed firmly against one another. I was melting in this guy’s arms. He turned me around, and with one arm around my chest he firmly grabbed my ass and began to massage my cheeks and hole. I leaned my head against his, and closed my eyes. My back arched and my ass spread as he rubbed my tight hole. He licked his fingers and began to work them into my hole again while kissing the back of my neck. First one finger, then two. He kept saying, “relax, relax….open that hole up to me,” as he worked his fingers deeper into my hole. “Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock in me.” He spit in his hand and stroked his cock, then pressed firmly against me with his hard shaft between my cheeks. With his arms wrapped around my chest from behind and kissing the back of my neck, he ground his cock against my ass, lubing my hole. I begged for him to slide his cock in me, and the head of his cock slid to my hole. He spit on his cock one more time, then began to press against my puckered hole. I pressed my ass firmly against the head of his cock, and he slowly opened me up and slipped his head inside. I moaned, “Yes, I love it.” “Here it comes, baby are you ready?” “Yes, shove it in me.” With that, he grabbed my waist and thrust his cock into my ass. It burned like a bitch, and I yelped with pain. “Easy, just relax…..I’ll hold still. Open up to me.” I took some deep breaths, and the pain subsided. My ass was still a bit sore from the night before. Waves of pleasure began to roll through my body, and I pressed against his cock again. He gently pushed his cock into my hole. My ass tightened around his pole and my rod pulsed rock hard. “Easy, relax……” I kept taking deep breaths and my ass began to open to his massive cock. Then he thrust one more time and opened me up the rest of the way. The head of his cock hit my prostate. Again my ass burned with pain, but it quickly turned to ecstasy. He was in all the way. He held his hard cock still in my ass for a moment then he pressed his hips firmly into my ass and ground his cock deeper inside me. He began to pump my ass slowly. We worked up a rhythm together with me riding his cock. Every time my cock pulsed with excitement my hole tightened around his rod, and he moaned and groaned with pleasure. “Your hole is so fucking tight. It feels amazing on my cock.” “I love you inside me so much.” I could feel the heat between us as sweat began to run down our bodies. The touch of his hands on my skin while he pumped his cock in and out of my ass sent chills throughout my body. He grasped my shaft and pumped me harder and faster. He whispered into my ear, “Fuck, you feel so good. I want to give you my poz cum again.” My eyes opened wide. As the word poz rang in my ears, my cock stiffened and pulsed with excitement. With each pulse of my cock my hole tightened around my stud’s shaft. “You’re poz??!!!” “Fuck yes, and from the way your cock just responded, I know you want it. I’m going to poz your ass with my toxic seed.” There was no denying it. A desire stirred in me that I didn’t know existed. I was scared, but so turned on. I closed my eyes, and moaned with pleasure. He continued to pump his thick cock into my ass harder and faster each time hitting my prostate. I was in heaven. “Yes, fuck me. Fill me with your poz seed.” That sent us both over the edge. “Here it comes, baby. Take my DNA. Take my poz load.” “Fuck yes.” He pulled firmly at my hips and buried his cock balls deep into my ass. His body was pressed tight against mine. I felt his cock expand in my tight hole. Knowing I was about to take his poz seed again my cock stiffened and I began to shoot my load onto my abdomen and the wall. I could feel each pulse of his cock shooting toxic seed over and over into my guts until his shaft slowly stopped pulsing in me. He put his arms around my chest and held me tight, keeping his cock buried inside me. I could feel the heat and sweat rolling between us, and he kissed the back of my neck as we both panted with pleasure. He slowly slid his hand around the shaft of my cock and whispered into my ear, “My virus is deep inside you, baby.” My cock pulsed again in his firm grip. He kissed my neck and again whispered, “It’s a highly toxic load too.” My cock began to get hard as it again pulsed in his hand. “Fuck, YES!!! I’m so glad that turns you on too. There’s no turning back. You’re a part of me now.” He kept his cock buried in my ass, and began to stroke my now hard cock. I moaned with pleasure and arched my back pressing his shaft deep inside me. My cock stiffened again. I’m going to cum. “Shoot that load, the last of your neg seed.” Those words rang in my ears and pushed me over the edge. He held me tight in his arms as my body convulsed and my cock shot cum again and again onto my chest, covering his hand with thick, white jizz. As my body calmed, my mind focused on what I had just done. I took another load of cum in my ass from this sexy man, and not just any load, a highly toxic, poz load. What the fuck was I going to do? My eyes were wide open, and I panicked a little. My sexy man must have felt my body tense up. He held me close, and again whispered, “Shhhh. It’s going to be alright.” I turned to face him, pulling his cock from my ass. A trickle of cum followed and ran down my leg. Tears welled up in my eyes. “My God, what have I done??!!” He looked into my eyes. “It will be alright. Tell me you didn’t want this. Tell me you don’t want more of my poz cum.” I couldn’t respond. As scared as I was I couldn’t deny that this turned me on. It was something I wanted. I simply looked into his eyes, and he kissed me deeply and passionately. “I know you’re scared, but I know you want this too. I understand. I was the same as you. Just go with what you know you want. Let go……I want to give you all of me. I want to make you mine.” I put my head on his shoulder and held him tight. His warm body was pressed firmly against mine, and I could feel our hearts beating fast. He again kissed me deeply as his tongue danced with mine. He quietly said, “Are you ok? Can we go somewhere and talk? ” I dried my eyes and nodded yes, and we both dressed and left the bookstore together. As we walked down the street to a small coffee shop, thoughts danced in my head. I felt alive for the first time in years. I felt like I was truly being me. I didn’t even realize I had these desires pent up inside of me, but now that I opened that door, it felt so right. Not only did I realize I’m gay, but that I longed to take poz cum. I wanted to be poz, and it felt so good to admit that to myself. I felt free and yet I trembled inside. We found our way to a corner bar. My stud said, “This is a quiet gay bar. Let me get us a beer and we can go talk on the patio.” My stud handed me a bottle of beer, and we made our way to the back patio. There was only a few guys outside, so we found a quiet area, took a seat in the lounge chairs, and I took a large swig of my beer. He said, “I’m David, by the way.” “Ben,” as I took another drink of my beer. “Well, Ben, are you ok?” “Yeah, I’m fine.” “So…..what are you thinking?” “Well….I guess I’m still letting this all sink in….a lot has happened.” I showed him the ring on my finger. “I’m married. In the last 24 hours I cheated on my wife for the first time and with another man. I realized I’m actually gay, and I also took two loads of poz cum.” “Well, from the reaction from your cock at the time, you seemed to enjoy it.” “That’s what’s scary. I did enjoy it. When you told me I was taking poz cum it should have scared the hell out of me, but it didn’t. It clearly turned me on even more.” “Well, if it means anything to you, I found it hot too, and I chased poz cum to charge up.” “You told me you’re highly toxic…..like how toxic?” “Very toxic. I’m not on meds. My viral load is close to a million, which is very high.” “So I’m probably infected with HIV.” “Well, you could go to the hospital and get treated. You still have time if you go tonight. Without treatment you most likely will poz. I’ll take you if you want to go. As much as I want to poz you I want you to want it too.” “That’s the thing.” I reached over and took David’s hand. I rubbed his hand against my cock, which was now rock hard again bulging in my jeans. “I don’t want to go.” David grinned and rubbed my cock some more. “Fuck…..it’s hot, isn’t it?” “I’m majorly turned on by it and by you. So you said you chased to poz?” “Yeah, I did.” “What do you mean you chased?” “I knowingly took poz cum, just like you did tonight, and it turned me on a lot.” My cock again throbbed still rock hard in my jeans. I was turned on, yet almost shaking inside. “Tell me about it, if you don’t mind.” “Well, I originally started out having safe sex for many years. Then I met a guy at this very bar that only had sex bareback. I probably had a little too much to drink, and we ended up at his place. He told me how much he wanted to fuck me and cum in me. At first I told him I would only play safe. Then I agreed to let him fuck me bareback if he agreed to pull out before cumming in me. It felt so incredible having him in me raw. While he was fucking me he kept telling me how hot it would be to cum in me, and when he was ready to shoot he told me he was getting close. I was so turned on at the thought of taking his cum in me that I pressed my ass tight against his cock and told him to cum in me. He unloaded in me, and I never played safe again. The more cum I took, the more I got turned on by it. I started to fantasize about taking poz cum, and hoped each load I took was a poz load. Then I met a guy that had a biohazard tattoo on his arm. He proudly showed he was a poz guy, and just the sight of his tattoo turned me on. I was determined to get his cock and cum in me. I ended up going home with him that night. It was the first time I knowingly took a poz load. After that night there was no stopping me. I started searching for poz guys to fuck me raw and took all the poz cum I could get. I even met some gifters that made me beg for their toxic seed while fucking me. That was the hottest sex. About a year after I started taking poz cum I met a gifter that also had high viral loads. That was all it took. After taking a few loads of his seed I pozzed up.” “Did you know when you pozzed?” “Oh, yeah, about a month after taking his poz cum, I had bad flu-like symptoms. It lasted for a good week to 10 days. I had night sweats, headaches, was sicker than a dog. I knew I was converting, and as sick as I was it only turned me on. Listen, I know a lot of guys probably think I’m plain crazy, but all out uninhibited sex, taking poz cum and now giving poz cum is a huge turn on. It’s the ultimate barebacking, holding nothing back, just all out cum pigging. I know guys that regret pozzing, but I have never regretted it. I love knowing that guy’s DNA is in me, and pozzed me. I have a connection with that guy forever. That also really turns me on. I love being poz, and I love gifting for guys. Call me crazy and irresponsible. Everyone has their turn ons and turn offs. As long as it’s between two consenting adults, what’s the issue?” “Well, I can’t deny that this is all turning me on. What the fuck am I going to tell my wife?” “That I can’t tell you, but I can tell you that you’re a huge turn on to me. I’d love to get to know you, and I’d love to poz your ass up. Then after you charge up I’d love to start swapping toxic loads with you.” I leaned over, put my hand on his leg and kissed him. I said, “Yes!! Just one thing, I’m not from Chicago, but I do get here fairly often for work. I’ll be here for the rest of this week.” “I’m a patient man, Ben. I’m so turned on that you want this too. I hope you find it as hot as I do.” “I admit I’m a little scared by it, but I’m also majorly turned on.” I leaned over and whispered in David’s ear, “I don’t want to resist this. I want to take all your toxic seed. Poz my ass up.” David grinned, looked into my eyes, and pulled my lips to his and started to kiss me deeply. We sat and talked for about another hour and another beer. The more David told me about himself the more I was attracted to him. We finished our beers, and I realized it was getting late. I told David I had to work in the morning, but that I wanted him to spend the night with me if he was interested. He accepted, and we walked the few blocks back to my hotel room. I invited him in. David pulled me to him and we stood next to the bed and kissed for a long time. Our bodies were pressed tightly against one another, and I could feel his hard cock tight against mine. I grabbed his ass and ground our cocks together. Our lips remained locked as our tongues swirled in passionate kisses. I slipped his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants. As he dropped them to the floor I kissed his down his chest until I found myself on my knees in front of his hard cock. I again took his cock into my mouth and sucked his hard shaft. His sweet, poz, precum leaked from the head of his cock and slid across my tongue and down my throat. With each plunge of his cock to the back of my throat he moaned and pressed the back of my head farther onto his tool. I could feel his cock head pulse with excitement. He pulled me to my feet, slid my shirt off, and dropped my pants to the floor. He took me in his arms, our naked bodies pressed against one another. We kissed a bit more then crawled into bed together. I was majorly turned on again and begged for David to give me another load of his poz cum. “I definitely will. You’ll be poz in no time.” I rolled onto my belly, and David laid on top of me with his cock pressed between my ass cheeks. He slid his hands around my chest and ran his tongue up my back to my neck. He gently kissed me on the neck and nibbled my earlobe. Then he slid his tongue down my back, kissing my back down to my ass. He rimmed my hungry hole, already filled with one load of his toxic seed. His tongue was buried deep in my ass as he lubed my hole for his hard cock. He turned me over onto my back, “I want to look into your eyes as I fill you with my DNA.” David put my ankles over his shoulders and lubed his cock with his spit. Then he spit into his hand and again lubed my hole. “Are you ready for another toxic load, sexy?” “Fuck yes….please give it to me.” He lined up the head of his cock with my hole, and with a little pressure slipped inside my cum hungry hole. This time he slid in with more ease and was balls deep inside me with one thrust of his hips. “Fuck you’re lubed up good with my toxic seed already. Feels so fucking good. I’m going to work my seed in you good.” My cock was rock hard as his shaft stretched my hole wide open. Each plunge of his cock into my ass balls deep was slow and steady. He kept saying, “I want to give you my poz seed so much. I want to make you my poz cum pig.” “Yes, give me your seed.” He leaned over and began to kiss me as he pumped my ass harder and harder. He grasped my ankles and looked into my eyes. His thrusts drove in me faster. “Are you ready for my toxic seed? I’m getting close.” “Yes, give it to me, David. Poz me up.” “Fuck…..here is comes.” His cock thrust in me a few more times, then his shaft again stretched my hole wide open and he buried his cock all the way deep inside me. I felt his cock pulsing in me, filling me his second load of poz seed of the night. “Yes, fuck yes. Take my DNA.” I didn’t even touch my cock and again started to shoot my load onto my chest and face. I opened my mouth as cum shot from my hard cock and onto my lips. I licked up some of the last neg cum that would shoot from my rod. My balls were drained, and David’s cock stopped pulsing inside me. Every drop of his high viral load seed was deep in my gut. The thought of his poz cum in me excited me so much. His cock slid from my ass, and he laid on top of me, smearing our bodies with my cum. He kissed me on the neck, and licked up the jizz from my lips, then kissed me erotically with his tongue deep in my mouth. I could taste more of my cum on his lips and tongue. “Fuck, Ben, I love planting my seed in you.” “I love having you inside me too.” “Keep me in you all night. Let my poz cum work into you.” He laid on the bed next to me, and rubbed his hand through my cum smeared on his chest. We both looked at each other. He smiled at me and rubbed nudged my arm with his. Then we curled up together. His naked body felt so erotic pressed against mine. I grinned as I thought about the two poz loads of cum deep inside me as we both drifted off to sleep covered in sweat and my cum.

Part 1 - The Early Years There are two things in life I found I liked from a young age, reading and keeping a journal. Books were my everything at a young age since they kept me out of harms way and blissfully ignorant to everything that went on around me. Was I a sensitive child, pretty much so but also very impressionable with an erratic behavioural pattern that surfaced when least expected. Secondly my journal, I discovered I had a flair for writing growing up. It was a way of expressing my thoughts and frustrations, but also secrets. Some were not my own to hold but I became the keeper of them without any one knowing. So the impressionable part of me very much shaped my upbringing, sometimes life can cause things to happen that you never thought possible or needed until they presented themselves. My life was complicated from a very young age, some would say in a bad way, others would say it was destiny and things happened for a reason. I also had two people who played a very instrumental part in my life, one from a young age who would be by my side as we grew up then leave and come back in to my life when you believe there is no hope of finding a true path to happiness. The other person trusted his intuition about me and helped me become the confident assured person I am today. When you stand at a fork in the path and can't decide weather to go left or right, you simply go down the middle and to hell with it. Yes it will upset some people but it will force them to show their true colours and love you no matter what, hopefully that is. So who am I you may ask, you have probably seen me but never knew what lay behind the page or billboard since I keep my life very private. It doesn't matter how famous you become, the one thing you learn is never trust anyone on face value as information is power and the last thing you need is someone having power over you. That way you keep control of your life and protect those you love and hold dear to you. But I will tell you this, my name is Tom and that is what I prefer, annoyingly my mother still insists on calling me Thomas when she is mad at me and Tommy when she is doting me. I am a 24 year old rustic blond so I have been told by photographers. At five feet nine inches tall or short depending how tall you are, I have what was described to me as the most finely sculpted face and body. Now I don't assume myself to be attractive by any means, after all I just see Tom in the mirror who is an ordinary Texan lad. But all of that will reveal itself. So I will tell you the secrets about me that my journal holds but in a way for you to understand me better and how I ended up here. The problem with me is that I lived through my journal and held things in there that could have destroyed lives and nearly did as you can never predict how a person would react. That happened when I was 20 but it changed my life in a way I never thought possible. Should I have been more careful to hide identities instead of blatantly writing them down to be discovered? Yes, but then what? Wouldn't I be living a life full of lies or where I am now. I will start were things really began to shape my life in a way I had no control over and that was when I turned 8 years old, it started when my parents finally split up. I cried and screamed as my mother dragged me out of the house and placed me in the car with our belongings, at such a young age I had no idea why this was happening and being taken away from my father. I knew they argued and understood that their marriage was in ruins and she had to break free, but I never realised it would involve taking me with her. It's not your fault Tommy she would always tell me, but my father had put up with enough of her hard work ethic leaving him to look after me albeit I was a little out of control. I loved my father but also liked to play him up as much as possible by throwing tantrums usually when mother was out of town on business and father had his bit on the side over, he never suspected that I knew what was going on. I was an only child desperate for a sibling but that was not going to happen now. We must have drove some 50 miles to the large town where my mother worked, little did I know then that she was also seeing another man and that had become serious. Seth as it turned out was a few years older than my mother, at 30 he had dirty blond hair and stood an impressive six feet and still retained a muscular jock build from his school days, he was pretty successful with his small company and lived quite well in a sprawling ranch house in the countryside. Gradually I was introduced to him over several weekends, I didn't care much for him after all he wasn't my father. Seth was divorced and had a son who was 10 years old. At the time I paid little attention until the day my mother sat me down and explained that we were moving in to Seth's house in the country. Not only was I contending with a new school but now I was to be uprooted again to a different place to live, strangely I had calmed down a little by this time and was studying diligently at school, I showed a love for some sport especially wrestling, you could say I had become a model child. Maybe my father was the cause of my bad tantrums and his lack of love to my mother and me. At the start of summer holidays Seth arrived and began helping my mother to move whilst I sat in my bedroom head in a book as usual. I had packed my clothes, books and Xbox as that was all I needed in life to keep me happy. Seth was unlike my father he actually showed an interest in me from what I liked reading to what sports I did at school, I was torn between my loyalties and slowly I put up a barrier between Seth and me to prevent any closeness developing, but he was persistent and told me how I would really get along with his own son Brad who was 2 years older than me. Personally I couldn't see how on earth we would connect and it is what scared me the most, as much as I yearned for a sibling I never bargained on getting an older one. I carried my book out to his black BMW X5 which towered above me, for a eight year old I was fit and healthy albeit just five foot five inches with hopefully more growing to do, it still seemed like a big climb as I heaved myself in to the back seat and settled down. I was also trendy for my age with the latest haircut of buzzed sides and longer on top that was neatly combed, I took pride in my appearance as I knew it would help me get the right girls as school. Being gay or even thinking about it never crossed my mind but life has a way of turning your hand over before your eyes so I found out. My mother said goodbye and I panicked looking at her but she smiled and said she was following on in her car as there was no room for me to sit in there. I opened my book and stuck my head firmly in to it, I had never been alone with Seth and it was going to be 40 minute drive out of town. Briefly I looked up with what must have been eyes full of fear as Seth sat in the drivers seat and he glanced at me through the rear view mirror switching the engine on. Seth backed the car out of the short drive "It will be okay Tom" he said pulling away from my home. I watched out of the window as we moved away from my familiar surroundings "Really?" I replied. "You and Brad will get on just fine and he is excited to meet you" Seth said glancing in the mirror. I looked over at the mirror to see his eyes looking at me "Right" I said and faced back to the window. "You said you like wrestling at school Tom?" Seth asked me trying to engage me in conversation. "Yes" I replied without moving my head as a tear rolled down my cheek in sadness leaving things behind again. Seth smiled "Brad does wrestling and likes to work out so you have something in common" his eyes watching me. "Great" I replied emotionless wiping the tear from my cheek, the rest of the journey was silent. The car stopped "This is Medina Ranch" Seth said coming round to the boot of the car and opening it. "You have to be fucking kidding me, where the fuck are we?" I said kicking the gravel hard on the driveway. Seth didn't even look at me "Use those words again and you sleep in the barn" he said smirking. My mother pulled up in her car "Tommy what's wrong?" She asked walking towards me. I looked at her "How could you bring me here?" I angrily asked waving my hand at the expanse of greenery. She stopped at looked around "It's beautiful here Tommy you will love it" she said trying to calm me down. Seth watched me walking off "Leave him, let him get it out of his system" he replied shrugging it off. Julia turned to Seth "I really thought he would embrace this new life" she said. Seth pulled a box out of the car "He will come around Julia". Okay so underneath I wasn't quite the model child Seth had expected but little did I know my anger and frustration was born out of who I would eventually become as I grew older and understood myself better. In the meantime I found a quiet spot nearly half a mile from the house under some large trees where I sat down and cried my heart out, the thought of spending six long weeks with no signs of life or friends ripped through me in boiling anger. Seth took all my belongings and put them in the garage telling my mother that I needed to learn and will have to move my own belongings and grow up. My mother felt ashamed of my behaviour but Seth casually waved it off saying he had been through that with Brad. Guessing I must have been out for nearly three hours before realising that no one was coming out to look for me, hungry and thirsty I stood up and walked back towards the house, I got even more wound up and annoyed as I had got dirt on my book and frantically tried to clean it as best I could. In my tantrum I hadn't even looked at the house which stood imposingly on the plot, part single and two story sprawling ranch style it was definitely bigger than any house I had lived in, I stood looking at it with dread as it was to be my prison until I could move away, well that was how I saw it since nothing else seemed to be living around here. Walking up to the doors I opened the left one and let myself in and stood in the large entrance hall, I could hear my mother and Seth talking and walked towards the voices finding myself in the large kitchen and dining area. "There you are Thomas" my mother said reverting to my proper name, I knew she was angry. I looked at them both "I've ruined my book" putting it down in front of my mother. Seth turned the book around "I have a copy of that in the library you can read" he said looking at me. I sat down opposite them "Thanks" I replied with a genuine tone for the first time. My mother retrieved a plate from the refrigerator "You must be hungry Tommy" she said placing a sandwich by my side. "I am, thanks mum" I said already devouring it as she brought me a fruit juice as well. "When you finished I will show you where you will be sleeping" Seth told me with a smile on his face. Seth and my mother escorted me along a wing of the ranch house in to another lounge area that was clearly used by his son and then in to a large bedroom suite with two double beds, to be fair the room was almost as large as the apartment we had just left. It had an en-suite bathroom and wet room and overlooked the back of the house, the room angled around the pool area and my heart lifted seeing the large pool. Having never had a pool before I had not learnt to swim but the thought of being able to sit in it and paddle around made me smile. When they told me I would be sharing this area with Brad I argued to the point I upset myself realising it was a futile argument. Seth told me I would get along just fine with Brad and they turned to leave me with Seth pointing out my things are in the garage and to move them. I sat there alone putting my head in my hands cursing at my new life, I knew my mother was going away tomorrow for a couple of days with work which hastened the moving in. Residing to my fate I decided to make the best of a bad thing, I mean how much worse can it get. Eventually I found the garage and started moving my things in to the room, I was getting hot and sticky with all the walking and unpacking, I stripped off down to my shorts as I began unpacking my clothes and putting them in the walk in closet on the side that was empty. Outside and unknown to me Brad had returned on his quad bike and parked it in the garage, for a 10 year old he could easily pass at being 15 or 16 due to his tall broad build that he got from his father. Inheriting the dirty blond hair and striking blue eyes he was pretty well muscled up and had a very solid build for a kid his age. He carried it off well, even the seniors at the school daren't get on his bad side, he had a wonderful relationship with his father unlike me with mine. Brad walked in to the house and headed to the kitchen in his polite and mesmerising manner he sat and chatted with my mother until Seth said for him to go and meet me as they were going out to dinner and the housekeeper would prepare our dinner. Brad walked along the wing to his pad as he called it and saw the lounge area remained as when he left it that morning. He waited watching for his father and my mother to leave before he walked towards the bedroom, it was quiet apart from the clanging of coat hangers coming from closet. He looked at the bed seeing a few books strewn across it, he had never shown any inclination or interest in reading books unless he had to for school. He turned and walked towards the closet, standing at the doorway, I was unaware of Brad's presence or that he was scrutinising me from behind. "You like being in the closet" Brad asked making me jump that I missed the rail to hang a shirt on. I quickly turned frightened "Fuck don't creep up on me like that" were the first words out of my mouth. Brad's eyes looked at me trying to figure me out "Didn't mean to scare you" he said I could see the muscles in his arms and thought twice about hitting back "I'm Tom" I said shyly. "I'm not stupid I know who you are" he turned and left me in the closet. I walked in to the bedroom "I never asked to be here, so don't take it out on me" I said picking my books up. Brad was taking his t-shirt off "Yeah well were both stuck with this". I guess I must have been staring at him before I asked "How did you get so big?" then blushing at my upfront nature. Brad looked at me with his head to one side sizing me up "Working out and a muscle building compound". I nodded and went back to my unpacking, he ignored me listening to the music on his phone. Finally I finished after checking the clothes were hanging in an order that I liked and wiped my brow from the humidity. I had a quick shower to cool down and decided to look outside since Brad showed no sign of wanting to show me around. All I wanted to see really was the pool and I wasn't disappointed as it was large and plenty of shallow water at one end, I did a quick look around and took my reefs off and paddled in the shallow end for a few minutes enjoying the cool water over my submerged feet. "You can go in if you want" Brad said standing at the French doors watching me. I felt a little shame "No it's okay" I replied without looking at him. "Can you not swim?" he asked me walking out and joining me as I paddled. I hesitated "No" I said quietly not wanting to embarrass myself "I want to but never had a pool where I lived". Brad sat down on the edge of the pool dangling his feet in "I can teach you if you want". I looked at him but he was staring at the water "Really, you would?" I asked him surprised. Brad looked over at me "Yeah, well we got all summer vacation and there isn't much to do around here". I walked over and sat beside him "Thanks, and will you help me get muscle like yours?" I nervously asked. Brad laughed "If you want but it's hard work" he said nudging me "What are you going to do for me?" he asked. I chuckled "I have nothing to offer, I like reading and playing on my Xbox" I said to him. Brad smiled at me "You can read to me" he replied "you know the books I have to read for school, you can read them to me". That was the moment that we became friends, not quite step-brothers just then, but friends was a good place to start. The first few days I had terrible stomach ache as my body adjusted to the high protein muscle building compound, I think Brad got quite a lot of enjoyment seeing me running to the toilet. He told me not to worry and it will settle down in a few days, he introduced me to the gym by the pool house and got me lifting weights for half an hour in the morning and evening. True to his words he began to teach me to swim and by the end of the summer vacation I was at least no longer afraid of deep water and could happily manage a couple of lengths of the pool without loosing my breath. A week into our new found friendship Brad invited me to go for a ride on his quad bike, he packed some fruit and water along with a book in to his rucksack and gave it to me to put on my back. I was a little scared as I had never been on this type of bike but he drove slowly with me clasping him tightly in case I fell off we drove for about 20 minutes, passing fields and wooded areas until we hit an open expanse where I could see a line to trees and bushes stretching as far as the eye could see. Coming to a stop we walked a few meters in to the clearing by a shallow river the flowed gently meandering out of sight. "This is the Medina river" he said taking the rucksack off my back. I looked around "It's really pretty here" I said taking it all in. Brad smiled sitting down on the edge of the stream "My favourite little hideaway, the ranch is named after it". "Ah right" I replied sitting next to him. He pulled the book out of the rucksack and handed it to me "Your end of the bargain now" he chuckled. I took the book and laid on my stomach "Okay" I replied. I have to admit I started to find it intoxicating being here, the gentle sound coming from the water in the river flowing over the pebbles, the sun beating down and reading aloud was my idea of paradise, I even left my hair messed up from wearing the baseball cap. I kept looking at Brad when turning the page of the book, his eyes were closed hand clasped behind his head, whenever I stopped reading he would open one eye to check on me causing me to giggle several times. There was no doubt about him as rough and tough as he was on the outside he was a very different person underneath. I must have read nearly a hundred pages before he put his hand on the book to stop me reading and handed me some fruit and water. We walked in the stream hardly saying anything to each other until we returned back to our spot where he handed me the book again, I read a further 3 chapters before I put the book down and laid on my back looking up at the dappled sunlight coming through the trees. The rustling in the trees signified a change coming, Brad only to aware jumped up and packed the rucksack telling me there was a storm coming in, something that was quite usual for this time of day when the heat rose sharply like it had during the afternoon. Sure enough just a few hundred meters from the ranch house the heavens opened as the wind picked up in velocity driving the rain in to our faces. The storm lasted for an hour before the sun appeared again. We stood in the garage soaking wet and just laughed as puddles began forming at our feet, from that day we found our sense of humour to be very similar. A few days later at lunchtime we were heading out to the Medina River again, today the sun was already blazing hot in the sky so I sat down right the waters edge so I could dangle my feet in the water to cool them down as I read aloud to Brad, he sat a little further up so I could only see his legs, after an hour I turned on to my stomach and laid down resting on my elbows continuing to read. He did make me laugh seeing him chilled out chewing on a long stem grass, his eyes closed hands clasped behind his head. We walked a mile down the stream and back again before heading home, this afternoon was different as we chatted a little more finding our feet with each other. As the days passed we spent more and more time together bonding and enjoying working out then spending afternoons at the Medina river. By the time the vacation ended I was ready to return to school, it was my first day as this new school, as nervous as I was there was nothing to worry about as I fitted in straight away, Brad looked after me since we had become inseparable over the summer vacation. Those long summer days turned me in to a somewhat confident swimmer, I was beginning to show some muscle tone which I loved and many kids in my class commented over. Never would I realise how much of a catch I was to the girls and was never short of attention from them in my year and even some of the senior girls flirting with me. One thing I was probably more dumbstruck by was hearing them remark how attractive I was. It got worse as I aged, well I thought so anyway, it seemed almost all the school wanted to hang out with Brad and I, himself turning in to quite the muscle jock now having hit puberty. I felt a little overawed by all the friends and attention but there was something missing and that something was slowly beginning to show it's hand the older I got. It did take a couple of summers before Brad actually referred to me as his step-brother, after our parents married he began referring to me as his brother and it was this milestone that I articulated in my journal. I would usually write my journal sitting by the stream I found it gave me more flair when transferring my thoughts to paper. Brad would often sit there watching as I wrote, he knew I kept a journal and read it once when I fell asleep but he got bored as it contained nothing of interest at that point. It was from them I began hiding it and only writing when something needed to be downloaded out of my head, it had become my secret keeper. My reading to Brad had got him interested in books and studying and he did rather to well in his final years and won a place at a university some 300 miles away. Our years together were for the most part idyllic and every summer we shut ourselves away at Medina doing our own things. Our bodies changed but we both retained our looks and I grew from strength to strength with Brad's help. On his 16th birthday Seth allowed Brad to get a tribal tattoo down his arm. I sat with him and Seth as the artist worked for nearly 3 hours until finished. Sitting there I realised how much Brad was growing up and beginning to show independence, I knew our summers were going to come to an end soon enough. At 17 Brad was a real crowd pleaser and was now more often out than at home, I had heard rumours at school that he was bedding girls like there was no tomorrow, when he was home we would still go to the Medina river for some peace and quiet escaping life. I relished those days as I missed him like hell and was only too happy to read to him. At 15 I had a growth spurt and stood at my now five feet nine inches, I was pretty happy with my height, but it also caused my looks to intensify and muscle definition to proportionise itself to my body. It was several months after my birthday that I wrote down one of the most revealing feelings about me 'I feel my body has changed, I have hair appearing in places not much but enough, my voice is slightly deeper and I am beginning to feel like the boy in me is forever being lost. I like guys. Don't aske me how or why, I just do. I like their bodies, I like the masculinity of a guy who is very close to me. I never really thought I would write this down but somehow I need to express me and who I have become. I just don't seem to have any interest in girls and yes I know what this means but I am not ready for it. I need to come to accept it first and be happy about why my body and soul has gone this way. As much as I rack my brains trying to think why, there is no answer. No significance, no turning point, it has always been there waiting for the right time'. I put my pen down and watched Brad sleeping in his bed, discreetly hiding my journal as I knew that it was more important than ever to keep it hidden. I never wrote a lot down or did it on a daily basis, it was one of things I kept as a reminder of important things or situations now. I wondered if it showed on the outside that I was gay, I only questioned it as I saw less and less of Brad during that last summer before he headed off to university. It seemed his new friend residing in his pants was busy around and he started dating the head cheerleader from the school, Melinda. It was to put it bluntly my year of turmoil, I felt like my gut had been wrenched out the day he finally left. I knew he wanted to break free and be his own person. He left me fighting my demons, I was literally destroying myself inside out and it was after my 16th birthday I sat down for dinner, I plucked up the courage to discuss it with my mother and Seth since they had noticed I was becoming more introverted during this time but they put it down to Brad leaving home. Opening up to them about my feelings seemed to lift a massive burden off my shoulders, my mother was sceptical saying it wss just a phase where Seth appeared to have more control over the matter and I still remember his words to this day 'Don't hide or run from it, just let you discover you and who you are'. I kept my secret hidden at school and concentrated on getting my education over before deciding weather I wanted to go to college or university, rumours did surface occasionally as I had plenty of friends that were girls but never date or kissed any of them, I never acted gay or gave any one cause to question my sexuality. Not one for wanting to be away from Medina ranch I choose college and long distance studying, the benefit of which meant I could take my laptop out with me to the Medina river and study there where I didn't have to go in to college for assignments, tests and exams. So it wasn't all that bad coming out to my mother and Seth, they just let me get on with it. I was surprised that Seth would without fail every week sit down and chat with me about how I was feeling, I looked on him as more of a father than my blood father who I hadn't seen since the break up. Seth was reasonable and considerate, never judging me but always supporting and being there if I needed help. The year dragged by and Brad returned home for the summer vacation, he entered the house like a whirlwind and swooped me up in his arms hugging me. "God I missed you Tom" Brad said putting me down. I hugged him back "It's so lonely without you here" I replied. "Well I am here for several weeks book worm" he said using his nick name for me. It didn't take long for our routine to slip in to place, only now it just felt awkward as I was hiding the real me from him. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him, I didn't really know why at the time but I thought it would be best to keep that part of me in the shadows. All to soon his few weeks at home had come to an end and that last evening I heard Seth and Brad having a very stern discussion in the library. It was pretty fiery so I made my way back to our room and listened to some music reading a book. When Brad turned up he seemed his cheery self and said nothing about the argument going on, he showered and changed then headed out to meet his latest girl. A few days later when I asked how Brad was doing just out of normal conversation I got a strange look from Seth. He would not talk much about Brad just that he was doing okay, I knew he had gone to university several times to talk to him, and I overheard him and my mother talking about Brad's disciplinary hearing but nothing was ever said directly to me. I had no idea what was going on or what trouble he had gotten himself into. I had just celebrated my 18th birthday and was studying on the pool terrace late one morning when I heard Seth in the kitchen cursing to himself and grabbing his keys, I heard him talking to my mother on the phone to say he was having to drive up to the university. By the time I got to the kitchen he had already stormed out leaving the letter from the universities disciplinary committee on the counter top. My mistake or maybe it wasn't, I picked up the letter and read it. I couldn't believe the words of the last paragraph 'As such situations arise when a student is in possession of any form of drug the course of action is to expel them from the campus and forfeit their position. Whilst the committee have noted that no further action is being taken by the relevant law enforcement agencies we are in no doubt of possession and intended use or distribution and as such the student has been expelled. The committees decision is final and will not entertain any appeal to review'. It was almost like a standard letter but I felt really sorry how his life had spiralled out of control in this manner. Seth returned later that evening tired and upset, I listened at the door as he told my mother that Brad refused to see him point blank. I walked in to the lounge and they both stopped talking. "Are you going to tell me what is going on with Brad?" I asked standing my ground. Seth shrugged his shoulder "There is no point Tom, he won't see or speak to anyone" he replied. I sat down next to Seth "How bad is it?" I asked him. Seth looked at my mother "He has been expelled, he needs help but he can't see that or accept it". That evening was one of the longer entries in to my journey as I was troubled all night, when I woke early that Saturday morning I sneaked down to Seth's BMW and turned the key and looked at the SatNav which gave me a location near enough to where Brad was staying. I got my keys and sped down the ranch driveway and headed to Dallas, I almost stopped several times wondering if I was doing the right thing but I kept going on the 5 hour drive. I knew I was in the right place but I had no idea which building he was in, I stopped a student wandering by just on the off chance and asked if they knew Brad Felshaw, he laughed and said yeah building 2c Room 235. I rushed over not knowing what I was going to say to him as I reached the door, I knocked three times but waited to hear if there was any movement when another student walked past and smiled 'good luck getting him to answer' they said carrying on down the corridor glancing back at me, I now banged on the door louder this time. "Go away" he shouted through the door. "Brad" I waited for a moment "Brad it's Tom, let me in please" I pleaded through the door. Eventually I heard the lock clicking and he opened the door "What do you want?" he asked. "I came to see you" I said through the crack in the opening "are you going to let me in?". Brad was reluctant "Did my father send you here?" he asked. "No, he doesn't know I have driven here" I replied, he hesitated then opened the door inviting me in. He looked dishevelled and not the Brad I knew "What the fuck has happened to you?" I asked closing the door. Brad sat on the bed head in his hands "I lost control and fucked up really bad this time". I sat down next to him "Everyone is worried about you Brad. It hurts to see you like this". "Like what?" he asked in an angry tone. "This is not you, not the Brad I grew up with" I replied looking at him. He stared at me "Your not the Tom I grew up with are you?" he stated in a matter of fact way. I looked down "It hasn't change me Brad, I haven't come to terms with it myself" I said shyly. "Is that so?" Brad replied somewhat confused. I took a deep breath "Come home with me, I will sneak you in and look after you". He looked at me "I can't deal with my father he is so angry with me" he said looking sad. I put my arm around him "He is not angry Brad, just upset and very concerned" I assured him. Brad stood and paced around "Are you sure you want to do this Tom?" he asked. I looked at him "Are you an addict?" I asked. He shot me a look "No, I only did it 4 or 5 times" he paused "but I am getting drawn to it". I don't know how I did it but he agreed to come home with me after I promised not to let anyone know until he was ready to face them. He slept for most of the journey back home, I could have sworn he cried a little or at least his eyes watered seeing Medina Ranch at the end of the access road. He slid down in his seat to avoid being seen as I drove in the garage. I checked the house to make sure the coast was clear and walked with brad down the wing to our end of the house. Telling him to shower and as he did I quickly rifled through his bag to make sure there was nothing hiding in there and also the clothes he had worn home. I kind of felt guilty and didn't really know what I was doing, his hand grabbed my arm tightly 'there is nothing there' he said letting me go again, he certainly hadn't lost any of his muscle or strength. Something inside me caused me to stand up and face him, I was speechless and I couldn't work out if I got a kick out of him touching me aggressively like that. He backed off in obvious concern at what he did. At 20 Brad was a walking sex machine and it was hard to keep my gaze from looking at his body, I had still yet to explore my sexuality but I knew he definitely aroused me. I tried to keep a close reign on my preference for the male body whilst living in small town Texas, the last thing I wanted was to be out and branded like the cattle in this state. He looked at me "I'm sorry if I hurt you" Brad said drying his hair. "Promise me you have none of it here?" I asked watching him look me in the eye nodding. Brad slipped in to his bed "Promise me you won't let on?" he asked resting his head on the pillow. I looked at the sight of him staring at the ceiling "You have my word Brad" I replied picking up a book, I knew I would have to keep a very close eye on him. Sitting on the bed next to him he smiled for the first time "You going to read to me?". I nodded "Yes that's if you don't mind me sitting on the bed next to you?" I replied. Brad smiled "Of course I don't" he said getting comfortable. It took me by surprise and at first I wasn't sure if it was him accepting what he knew about me or just the brotherly part coming through. I read to him for an hour until he was sound asleep, it was only 8pm so I crept out and had dinner with Seth and my mother, it didn't take long for the conversation got around to where I had been all day and I told them at the Medina river and also headed in to town to see a friend. As far as I know they hadn't suspected a thing and after dinner I grabbed some fruit and went back to the bedroom to find Brad still sound asleep. I kept the curtains closed that overlooked the terrace and the French doors locked. I can't recall what time it was but I was woken by the sound of Brad, I could make out that he was sitting on the edge of his bed shaking and panting. Thankfully I had done some research on the internet after I returned to my room and believed this to be his body reacting to a lack of whatever drug he had taken. I turned on the bed side lamp and could see he was also sweating. I walked over and asked him what I could do to help but he looked at me like a helpless child tears streaming down his face. Trust me I said helping him stand up and took him in to the wet room and turned on the cold water, I sat next to him in the shower letting the cold water cascade over the both of us until his shaking ceased. I helped dry him and took him back in to the bedroom to my bed and laid next to him, so much of me wanted to cuddle him in this fragile state, he looked at me and quietly said thank you and falling back to sleep. I watched him as long as I could until my body surrendered and my eyes closed. I had one of the best night sleeps that I could remember, waking up I found my body was being held and my eyes snapped open. His arms were wrapped around me and he was cuddled up very close, to close for comfort was my initial diagnoses. Escaping was the first thing in my head, then the awkwardness of this as me moving would certainly wake him up and he may freak out. I laid there silently for several minutes until Brad shuffled and turned over releasing me from his arms. Silently I crept out of bed and let him sleep, picking up my journal I wrote a few words 'Woke feeling like I had a perfect sleep. Shaken I found my step-brothers arms wrapped around me, his body touching mine. Disturbing to say the least but somehow I find myself turned on as my whole body seemed to be in a state of flux'. I hid the journal and showered, when I came back in to the room Brad was awake and just acted normally. I came to the conclusion that he probably didn't even know, for the most part Brad seemed to be returning and the next few days I studied and didn't leave his side except to fetch food. Keeping him hidden seemed pretty easy and his withdrawal symptoms vanished which confirmed my suspicion that he had probably told me the truth. I guess I got to cocky at this hiding Brad game and he slid down in the seat of the car as I backed out of the garage and drove us to the Medina river again. I sat down on the banks and started reading, Brad laid on his stomach his head inches from the water resting on his hands watching the water flowing by. He wore only shorts taking his t-shirt off as we arrived since it was another scorching day. It was very distracting, I just wanted to touch and hold the body laying there, it was so perfect and the temptation to tickle his bare feet his toes wriggling in the sun crossed my mind. Refocusing I continued reading for an hour then we waded in the river and walked for a couple of hours. On the walk back to our spot Brad put his arm around my shoulder, something he hadn't done since we were younger. I felt like our bond was stronger than ever having faltered when he found out what his cock was for and put it to use. I rummaged in the rucksack and gave Brad some fruit and a bottle of water, if people saw us now they would think we were a perfect couple. I grabbed the book and sat down on the waters edge, before I could even get it open he had sat down behind me, his legs either side of my body and his arms wrapped around my body with his chin resting on my shoulders. It was one thing accidentally cuddling me in bed but this felt strangely weird but I carried on and opened the book to the page where we had got to the previous evening, he watched me leafing through to the pages but my mind was elsewhere as my body tingled by his touch. "Can't believe how much you have grown up and changed Tom" Brad said as he watched me turning the pages. I smiled but didn't look at him "We have both grown up Brad". Brad rubbed his chin on my shoulder "Yeah but at least you didn't screw up like me" he sighed. I looked up at the sky "I am just as screwed up if not more but in other ways". Brad stopped and looked at me "You are far from screwed up Tom, your confronting things head on" he said. "Well it's my turn to return the favour, you looked after me growing up" I said reminding him. Brad chuckled and waved it off "Was it hard, you know growing up feeling the way you do?" he asked me. "What way?" I asked oblivious to what he meant. Brad rubbed his chin on my shoulder again "You being gay" he said, I was slightly taken back. I turned and looked at him "It still is, I try to work out why but I end up even more confused" I said looking at the book. Brad ruffled my hair "Your still Tom to me. It is what is in here that defines you" he said tapping my heart. I sighed "I'm so lucky having you as a brother, as fucked up as you are" I laughed more out of nerves than anything. His hands hugged me tighter "You have helped me so much Tom. And now?" he whispered "Have you a boyfriend?". I stared at the words on the pages "No" I replied "How come you haven't got a girl?". "Don't know" Brad said "Melinda was mediocre for sex but she was getting to needy and I got nothing out of it". Brad lifted his head "Stop changing the subject. Why haven't you got a boyfriend?" he asked. I sighed "I am not ready to explore yet" I replied, it was the truth as I had no courage or even knew where to start. Brad hugged me tighter "Who ever get's you will be one lucky person. Come on then read to me" he said. I wondered if I was becoming a bit of a shady pervert as I settled back in to his arms reading the book. It is a strange feeling when your step-brother is the closet another man has ever got to you, sitting here time just seemed to get away from us. We hadn't realised how late it got and headed back home, no further mention was made by either of us about that afternoon, assuming it was just us rekindling our brotherly love for each other. I checked the coast was clear and we wandered down the east wing of the ranch house in our lounge and found Seth sat there waiting for us. Brad stopped dead in his tracks and Seth stood up and walked towards Brad, I didn't know what to expect, I stood ready to defend him. Seth looked at his son and hugged him, Brad kept apologising for screwing everything up, he told Brad he was just happy to his son back. Seth looked at me "Thank you Tom" he said. I put the rucksack down "I'm sorry for going behind everyone's back". Seth walked over and hugged me "You had us worried behaving weirdly at first". "You knew?" I asked Seth who nodded. "They described you and your car as taking Brad away from campus" Seth said to me as I stood looking ashamed. It was obvious Seth was pleased that I managed to get through to Brad when no one else could. As Brad slept I retrieved my journal from the hiding place and wrote things in there again that should never have been down on paper... 'A strange yet weirdly happy day as we went to the river only this time I felt like I was sat there with a lover. His hands around my waist and head resting on my shoulders. I know this is my step-brother but sometimes feelings are stronger than actions and he wakens me in a very extraordinary way'. I looked debating weather I should have written this but my journal was holding the true me, quickly I hid it away again. Brad was left alone in my company for a week partaking in meals with the family in the evening for as long as he could tolerate it. At night I would read to him and we often fell asleep in the same bed, it was as if we were 8 and 10 again. Brad got his life together and started working for his father whilst finishing his education. So that was me growing up and how I helped my step-brother through his problem, oh, and fell in love with him. The table would turn in a few years time but that was something I could never have seen coming, especially when your so blinded by what you think is love but in reality was the opposite. I became the closest friend to Brad as well, we would tell each other everything and before you ask, no I didn't write those in my journal. I knew they were things best kept between us. Part of me was broken but happy when Brad started seeing Melinda again in this on off story of theirs, so much so that it became probably the most serious relationship for the time being. As if you hadn't guessed by now, Brad was the first instrumental person in my life, he shaped me as the person as we grew up together in a very unshakable way. We stuck to each other like glue and did everything together. My life really took shape and turned upside down a week before my 19th birthday celebrating a belated 18th birthday present, and this is where my story really begins to unfold...

Not my MOST recent, but I was playing with a group during the winter at the very large apartment of a couple I know down in Jersey City. It was still fairly early and though we had been doing some puffing on the glass cock, we were waiting for their candy man to arrive. In the past whenever he'd come during a party, he had his girlfriend with him and one or both of the hosts would meet him on the stairs and no one else would ever see him. I was surprised to hear steps coming up from the lower level, and Tom my host escorts this stocky good-looking Cubano guy into the video room on the top floor, then calls me in because I needed this guy's help. Seems the candy man had a fight with his girlfriend and broke up, so he came upstairs this time. Introduces himself to me as Victor and pulls out his glass pipe, loads it up and passes it round - says "SHIIIIIT MAN!" when he sees the outrageous sized shotgun hit I give Tom - and asks me for one. I asked him was he sure, and he told me we didn't need to lock lips or anything. I did and each time the pipe came back to me I did it again. And each time he held me longer and pulled me closer. Tom encouraged him to "get comfortable" so he pulled off shirt, shoes and socks. Looking at the porn, seeing the guys two rooms away naked and fucking (the apartment is a railroad flat with rooms one after the other in an old corner building, my friends love a bit of window play for the gay guys across the street to check out what's happening) , and Tom and I in jocks and harnesses, Victor shortly dropped his jeans to just his grey boxer briefs. There was a big package in there... Victor mentioned that gay guys had it so much easier when it came to sex, he sees this all the time wherever he delivers and is jealous of how much fun we can have and how OUR partners don't have a problem with us fucking someone else, in fact they like it. Tom says, well, why not have some fun here tonight and no one has to know - it won't make you gay, especially if you just want to get your rocks off. Victor asked whether or not we'd feel degraded or something if he just let us service him, but we told him "not really, so long as we all know it's just for fun". He said he was game but needed to start slow. Tom told him I'd be the perfect one to ease him in, and went to let the other guys know what was happening. Now in these party situations where we're playing with favors, I mostly wind up topping as I still get hard, and get bummed when I don't get to bottom at all... so, I knelt down, pulled the briefs down and started to suck on a very thick, brown, uncut spud of a cock. He liked it, a lot. We fired up the torch and I blew clouds around his cock, his balls as I tongued them, and even blew some up his hole when I gave him his (presumably) first rimming. Then, having greased my hole as he loaded the pipe, I sat down on his cock, facing him while he took more hits himself, going all the way to his lap in one motion. This he REALLY liked and frankly, so did I. After his surprised cough, we kept exchanging shotgun hits of white clouds, but then he really started to kiss me - deep and wet and long. I worked my butt muscles and he started to really pound up into me, shortly howling as he blew a load up my hole... AWESOME! I don't get seeded very often, so I was really hot over this - I mean come on - a straight "candy-man's" load? Seriously? He actually came into the bedroom and got into the group a bit - let everyone suck him and rim him, he fucked a few guys, kissed a couple and even sucked a couple of dicks for a short bit. He blew another load up my butt with me on my back with my legs over his shoulders, then had to leave. He thanked us all for a good time, and decided it probably wouldn't be his last! As it turns out, it wasn't - he's been back a few times...

After Pete and I got home from our bathhouse marathon (Sunday afternoon), we jumped in the hot tub to relax and unwind. Problem was, we were so horny from the chems, that we just kept playin'! I laid on the pool deck with my ass at the edge of the hot tub, while Pete royally worked my hole over with his tongue and mouth. I could tell by his moans when he was able to suck out some of the multiple loads that had been shot in me over the last day and a half. When he got tired, he climbed out of the hot tub, squatted over my face and opened his ass right over my mouth. A steady stream of cum ran straight into my mouth. When the flow started to slow, my mouth covered his battered rosebud and hungrily sucked out the remaining drops of anonymous jizz. "Mmmmmm-mmmmmph, mmmmm-mmmmmph," I moaned, while Pete ground his ass obscenely, begging for more. "Fuck, I need some more cock!" I grinned, licking my lips. "Yeah, this shit's really got me goin' this weekend," Pete agreed, as he bent down to stick his cum-covered goatee against mine for a deep snowball kiss. Just about then, the phone rang. It was one of our leather buddies from the night before. He and his BF were still tweakin' and wanted to know if we were up for some more play. We generally don't bring strangers home, so we agreed to meet back at Midtowne and continue the parTy! I repacked our bags of toys, leathers, and supplies, while Pete raided our stash of party favors and mixed up some fresh J-lube. We were back at the baths within an hour - and fortunately our favorite room had just been cleaned (it's a double room with video, and mirrors on all four walls and ceiling). We started out just like last Friday - a tab of X and some smoke from the glass cock. Since we'd never really started down, it didn't take long for us to be ready to go again. "Hey babe, I'm gonna take the douche bulb and check my hole. I'll be back in 10," I said. "Bring me a bottle of water when you come back - pleeeease?" Pete begged. Of course, I took the opportunity to check out the open doors as I made my way to the shower on our floor. Most were closed - either empty, or guys crashing after a night of hard play. Then there were the lurkers - the ones who hide far back in the room with the light completely off - - - I've had some fun with a few, but some can be down right scary. I passed by a room with two guys who looked to be about on the same parTy level as Pete and me. One was wildy shoving a stainless steel sound in and out of his piss slit while his buddy dildo-fucked his hole. I gave them a thumbs up and a grin as I slowly walked by. When I finally got to the shower, a tall, heavily tattooed stud with a low hanging uncut cock was toweling himself off. "You through?" I asked. "Yeah, it's all yours," he said, giving me the once over as I hung my towel on the hook. I pulled the shower curtain two thirds of the way shut, filled the rubber douche bulb from the shower head and proceeded to spray the warm water into my guts. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the guy was watching, so I figured I'd give him something to look at. The next time I squirted the bulb up my ass, I bent over pointing my hole directly toward the opening of the curtain. Then I spread my cheeks and let the water spray out - crystal clear! By this time, I noticed that that nice uncut cock was growing into a nice thick piece of fuck meat - not hard, but definitely worth considering. I opened the curtain and grabbed my towel to dry off. "Nice to see a man who takes pride in a clean hole," he grinned, stroking the heavy foreskin back and forth over the mushroom head. "Yeah, my boyfriend loves to eat my ass - but only when it's clean," I teased. "Maybe we'll see you around, later," I patted his shoulder. "I hope so!" he smiled, as I walked back to the room. I passed the chalkboard on the way and wrote: "2 Hungry FFuckPNPigs - Mirrored Room." When I got back the door was closed - unusual - since it was open when I left. Fortunately, we know the manager and he gives us two keys when we get a double room. I quietly unlocked the door, not sure what I'd find inside. There are actually two doors before you get into the room with the bed, etc., so I was able to enter silently. Pete was on his hands and knees, getting fucked by a hot muscled guy with tribal tattoos, shaved head and pierced nipples. In the dim light, I could barely make out what appeared to be an XXL cock accentuated by a heavy chrome cockring and a leather ballstretcher. I guess Pete's fucker saw my reflection in one of the mirrors, 'cause he stopped fucking and stood like a deer in headlights. "Hey man, the door was open an' he said he needed to get fucked," the stud said nervously. "Hey man, you're cool. We both like to get fucked. As long as he goes home with me, no problem!" I grinned, reaching out and giving his fat cock a squeeze. I went about putting my stuff away, and the fucking started up again- slowly. I climbed on the bed and positioned myself with my legs spread in front of Pete. "Hey babe, you need a little smoke?" I whispered in Pete's ear. "Uh-huh," he grunted. I loaded the pipe and held the torch under it until the white vapor started to drift up the tube. Then I held it up to his mouth so he could suck it in. Doug (as I found out his name later) relaxed a bit when he saw this, and started to get back into his earlier fuck rhythm. I did a hit myself, and then forced Pete's mouth down on my cock. When Pete's high, he can deepthroat like crazy! Even my 00 gauge PA! I held the glass pipe up, offering our new friend a hit. He nodded, so I lit the torch again and held the pipe while he inhaled. Doug was really getting into it now - slammin' his thick cock into Pete's slutty hole, while Pete slobbered all over my veiny dick. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Doug panted. "Shoot it, man! Breed his fuckin' hole! Spray his guts!" I yelled, as Doug thrust his hips harder and harder. "Ffuuuucckkkkkk!!" he yelled, holding Pete's hips while he emptied his load deep inside. When Doug finally pulled out, he and Pete collapsed on the bed. I moved around to where I could fit Doug's softening cock in my mouth and clean off the remaining cum and ass juice. Even soft, it was one damn thick cock! "Nice fuck!" I grinned, licking my lips. "You guys are unbelievable," Doug said, recovering his breathing. "Usually I run into all this jealousy shit with couples - but you guys are so cool about it." "Hey, when we met, we knew we both liked to party - we both liked to get sleazy - and we both really liked to get fucked. We knew what we were getting into. And, like I said, as long as we go home together - fuck all the drama!" I laughed. "Besides, we're at a fucking bathhouse - we're here to get fucked - and get fucked a lot!!!" Doug gathered up his towel and keys, and walked toward the door. "Hope to see you guys again!" he grinned. We both chimed in - "Anytime!" More in the next post - this was only the first hour - and believe it or not, it got better!

Part 1; I met my boyfriend on a dating app. I was on it because that is what I wanted to find. He was of a short lean build, and 17 years my senior. My preference physically is that of someone who is a serious weightlifter. But in the game of finding love, concessions do have to be made. I was 21, and I was an anal sex virgin. Yes, I had sucked plenty of Dick, been rimmed, fingered, and kissed, but, that was it. I was saving my virginity for someone who would convert me. Yes, for a few years now I had been craving to become poz, and during that time I had read many forums, and know I was not alone in my quest. However, I didn't want it to be with some random. I wanted it to be from someone I know, and would have in my life in whatever capacity, boyfriend, friend, fuck buddy, whoever. I craved to have whoever would do the deed be part of my physical life, not just course through my veins. We had our first date in an old fashioned way, in a restaurant, and we really got on. We spoke about literally everything except sex. I knew he was a top, and vice versa. We had two dates like this, and we took our third one to his place. Still dining, but much more intimately. During our meal which he lovingly prepared and cooked (and it was delicious), he suddenly switched the conversation to a topic we had not remotely covered; - Do you use condoms when getting fucked? - Well, the thing is, er ... - Yes? - I'm a virgin! - Seriously? - Yes. I've been saving myself. I have done lots of other stuff, just never had a Dick in my Ass. He cleared his throat ... - OK. So of course you will be HIV negative. I hope this doesn't change anything between us, but, I am HIV+, and I do much prefer to fuck BARE! I liked where this was going, especially as we were heavily heading towards the direction of becoming romantically involved. - Are you on medication then? - Er, well, the thing is, I know I became positive 3 years ago, and was diagnosed 2 years ago.I do have a VL that hovers around between 90k to 155k. But have a healthy CD4 count, and feel fine, so, I haven't started medication yet. FUCK, this was Music to my ears. I couldn't respond verbally, as I got lost in his beautiful eyes. He had me. Or did he? - How comes you are smiling? You seem to be more than happy to hear what I have just told you!? - OK, the thing is this. I have been saving myself as I am a bug chaser, and I want whomever converts me to have a permanent position in my life. - I see. Well, as you know we really like each other, however, we need to discuss this properly. We chatted a bit more about it, then organically we spoke about other things too, which we of course found very easy with one another. I stayed over, and we had some FUN which culminated in him shooting his wonderful toxic seed down my throat. We went to bed, where we spooned, which felt magical with a guy I really really liked.

Thanks for weighing in @drscorpio <-- Do what he says, gentlemen!

I am this kind of top. The thing is, often, guys on app are like "yeah don't worry, i just want to be your slut, do watever you want" but when you are in front of them, after 1 or 2 slaps they are often like "yeah ... no, dont be that rough please", "oh no don't fuck me that hard at the begining I need to open up", "you are too hard with my mouth" etc... With time, I tend to be more gentle with guy I never fucked, because I am kind of tired to hear that I am an asshole when we agreed 1 hour before that I'll be an asshole.

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dpon't borther asking, just go ahead with what turns you on, and get it in the ass, preferably without lube so it tears the skin and lets the bugs in - now isn't that a hot thought?

Not exactly breeding but hot as fuck. Two guys fucking in the park and joined by a 3rd [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/hot-ass-cross-amp-his-real-life-bf-41753711

I think there’s a compromise solution. I’m often out and about prior to visiting a sex club/cruise bar, so can’t go through the full deep cleaning out process. But I can and do use a bulb douche, and will find a public toilet where I can spend 20-30 minutes getting myself pretty clean. Here’s the thing: 9 times out of 10 it works like a dream, and I can get fucked for hours and take multiple loads with no problem at all. But there is that 10th time, where things might get a little messy at some point during the session. Nothing major, but enough to send me back to the bathroom to ‘freshen up’. So it really depends whether you can bear the awkwardness of that 10th time. In an anon setting like a club or bar, most tops either don’t care that much or don’t even notice. In a one-to-one session it might be a bit more embarrassing, but as so many others have pointed out, accidents do happen from time to time, and it’s just best to deal with it as and when. Personally, I think life is too short to spend three hours cleaning out for a five minute fuck. Much as I love fucking and much as I want to be as clean as possible, there are just better things to do with that time.

Chapter 2 I arrived at work extra early just so I could be out of the apartment before Scotty woke up. I’d been at my new job for two weeks now and so far was really enjoying things. The east coast office was a little more laid back which actually surprised me plus I already knew some of my coworkers from joint projects and lots of video conference calls in the past. My boss, Andrew, had only been with the company for about two years but was really popular with both senior management and his direct reports. I didn’t really know much about him but the gossip I’d heard was that he was 42, single, never married, no kids and no one had any clue about his sexual orientation, but everyone had an opinion. What I did know was that he was about 6’2”, blond hair, green eyes, goatee, had really hairy arms so one could hope his chest was hairy too. He wore his shirts extremely well fitted so you could easily tell he had a great body. And his pants were tight in all the right places. I jumped into a big project I was responsible for and before I knew it the day was over. This was good. I hadn’t thought about my son fucking my best friend all day. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was almost 6:30. When I get focused on a project I tend to block everything else out, not mention I was trying to avoid Scotty. There was a knock on my office door and when I looked up my hunky boss was standing there with a big beautiful smile on his face. “Hey Kevin, what are you still doing here, go home.” “Hi Andrew, sorry I just lost track of time.” “You know you don’t have to prove yourself to me, right? We’ve worked on projects together before. Granted we were in different offices but I know your work ethic and you have a good rep.” “No, I know, I just wanted to get as much done as possible,” and I was avoiding my roommate. He came around to my side of the desk and leaned over to look at my computer. Fuck he smelled good! “Damn, Kevin, from what I see here I’d say we’re about two weeks a head of schedule. I think you’re safe to go home for the night.” He grinned at me. “Umm, uhh, yea I’m just wrapping this up and then I’ll head out.” He patted my shoulder and moved back around and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk. “So, how are you liking the east coast office so far?” “It’s good. I knew some of the people here already so that’s made the transition easier.” “You all settled into your apartment?” “No not yet. I should be all set to move in next week hopefully.” “Oh sorry man, I just assumed you were already in your place. Where've you been staying?” “My best friend’s apartment.” He suddenly got a very knowing look on his face. “So is that why you were here before everyone this morning and still here now?” I let out a chuckle, “yea you could say I might be trying to avoid my ‘roomie’ at the moment.” He burst out laughing, “what happened? You walk in on him having sex?” “Not exactly, I kind of saw a video of him having sex.” “Damn! Was it hot?” He looked at me wiggling his eyebrows at me. “Uhh seriously?” That broke the tension and I started to laugh too. “Close up here and let’s go hit the gym then go get some dinner.” I stammered, “I’m, I’m good Andrew. I’m sure you have plans tonight. I don’t want to hijack your evening.” “Nope only thing I had planned was to hit the gym and I’d love a workout partner so come on. I won’t take no for an answer. Besides I get the feeling you could use someone to talk too.” “Uhh thanks but I don’t have a gym membership or clothes with me,” I said trying to beg off. “I can get you in on a guest pass and I always have an extra pair of workout clothes with me.” I could tell I wasn’t going to win this argument so I said, “okay you let’s go.” His smile got even bigger, “perfect! I’ll grab my stuff and meet you at the elevator in five.” What the fuck was I doing? This was so not a good idea. Turns out his gym was a small but well kept facility located pretty close to the office. He got me checked in with the hot receptionist that looked like he could easily benchpress me without even breaking a sweat. We made it to the locker room and as we turned the corner there was a large sign that read ‘This is a gym not a bathhouse. No sex allowed.’ “Damn Andrew, what kind of place have you brought me too?” He turned to me with a panicked look on his face but as soon as he saw my grin he relaxed. “Guess I should’ve warned you about that,” he chuckled, “but honestly that sign’s been up so long I kinda forgot it was even there. “It’s all good,” I joked. We found some lockers and he handed me his spare workout clothes. I turned away from him and quickly changed. It’s not that I’m shy but I didn’t think I’d be able to keep my dick soft if I saw him naked, and come on guys, he’s my boss. When I turned to face him he was tying his shoes. Fuck me! If I thought he looked good in his office attire he was a fucking wet dream now. He had on a muscle T-shirt that hugged his body perfectly and his gym shorts showed off his hairy muscular legs. He had a tattoo of a compass on his upper right arm. Damn, it was sexy. I was beginning to think I might need to get some ink of my own. He cleared his throat and I realized I’d been staring. “You all right there, Kevin?” “Umm, yea, right sorry let’s do this.” He had a small smirk on his face as he looked me up and down. Now if he looked like a fucking wet dream I looked like a wet noodle. Let’s just say his clothes on me didn’t have quite the same effect as they did on him. We worked out hard for an hour and then headed back to the locker room. I suddenly realized I hadn’t thought this through. We were both covered in sweat which meant we’d need to take a shower before we could go get dinner which meant we were both going to be naked together and very soon. Fuck my dick liked that idea and started growing. I was trying really hard not to stare at his naked ass as he lead me to the showers. There were already a couple of other guys in the room when we arrived so we ended up having to take showers on opposite sides of the room. Thank god! I was almost fully hard by this time so at least I wouldn’t be right by him. The guy I was next to was busy soaping up his cock which appeared to be rock hard. He was watching me and winked when he noticed me staring. “It’s cool man. We may not be allowed to have sex here with others but they said nothing about ourselves.” He was jacking pretty hard now and wasn’t long before he closed his eyes tight and started shooting his load across the room. “Damn, that would have been so much more satisfying if I’d been able to shot that load deep inside your tight ass.” He winked at me and went back to finishing his shower. Oh fuck I had to get out of there. I grabbed my towel and beelined it for my locker. I was pretty much dressed by the time Andrew walked in. “Did you even shower,” he joked, “I turned around and you were gone.” “Oh just trying to conserve water,” I lamely said. “That’s cool,” he smirked at me. Yep he wasn’t buying that at all. It was at that moment he dropped his towel and my mouth hit the floor. Okay yea his cock was nice. Looked to be at least 6” soft and I could only imagine how big he’d grow too. No, what had my mouth on the floor was his small biohaz tat on his right hip and a scorpion tat on his left. Holy shit was my boss HIV positive? I quickly averted my eyes and hoped he hadn’t caught me staring. I busied myself making sure I hadn’t left anything in my locker. When I thought it was safe, I shut the door and turned to find him dressed and staring at me. He winked, “you ready to go eat?” Yes, dear god please get me out of here. “Yep, I’m ready.” We went to a small diner close by and as we were waiting for our food he asked, “so, this friend you’re staying with, is he just a friend?” “Umm yea, just a friend. We’ve known each other since freshman year in college,” “Wow that’s cool. I’m not in touch with anyone from my college days. So was it weird seeing his sex tape?” Oh dear god maybe it would’ve been less awkward to have just gone home. “Well it wasn’t something I ever expected to see, I can tell you that.” “But you liked it didn’t you?” “I, umm, I...” He grinned, “it’s okay. There’s a couple of guys I went to college with that I wouldn’t mind seeing sex tapes of.” Seriously?? “It was interesting. I’ll leave it at that.” “Fair enough. So listen, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but the number one activity in our office is gossip. For instance, I’ve already been told you’re recently divorced and your wife left you for a woman.” “Fuck me! Even my best friend doesn’t know that bit yet.” “Apparently someone in payroll is good friends with someone in the west coast office who knows the woman your ex hooked up with, or something like that.” “Damn gossiping should be an Olympic sport our company would win hands down. So how come no one seems to know anything about you then?” “Ahh now that’s a very good question, which leads me to our next discussion. I know you saw the tattoos on my hips and I’m guessing with how fast you buried your head in your locker that you know what they mean, so I’d really appreciate your discretion. I don’t usually get close to my coworkers but you looked like you could use a friend today.” “Yes, I definitely noticed your tats; your secret’s safe with me. The thing is I find them sexy as fuck but don’t understand why. Scotty, my best friend, has two. One on his hip and a big one on his back and I can’t stop staring at them. Oh and the sex tape, my son was the one fucking my best friend and he also had the tattoo.” “Well fuck me! I did not expect that.” I bust out laughing, “yea it’s been a weird couple of days.” “What was your honest reaction when you saw the tape?” “I came three times.” His hand went down to his lap and he seemed to be adjusting himself. “Have you ever been with a guy before?” “Scotty gave me blowjobs in college but other than that nope. Fuck I haven’t had sex in over fifteen years. Just my right hand.” “Wait what? You can’t be serious, fifteen years?” “I know pathetic right? I was married and took it seriously. We just stopped having sex years ago.” “Do you want to be with a woman or man now?” “Men, definitely men. Damn it I want a man to bend me over and fuck me until there’s no tomorrow. Oh god, did I say that out loud?” “Yep you sure did.” He was grinning like a fucking fool. “We need to get you laid!” “Umm you’re my boss.” “Kevin, believe me you’re not ready for my dick...yet,” he winked at me “but I think I have a friend who can help you out.” “Yea, I’m not so sure this is a good idea. And I’m guessing all your friends are like you,” he gave me a funny look. “I mean poz. I’m definitely not ready for that. Fuck I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m just so far out of my element right now.” “Relax Kevin.” He placed his hand over mine and squeezed, “believe me I understand where you’re coming from, but trust me when I say you need to this. You need to realize who you really are and embrace your true nature. The friend I have in mind is currently not toxic so he’s perfectly safe.” Okay, I guess that would work. Will he use condoms too?” “Now Kevin I’m pretty open minded with most things but there is one thing I cannot budge on, condoms have absolutely NO place in gay sex.” I started to interrupt him but he put his hand up to stop me. “Trust me on this, I have only your best interest in mind. There’s nothing like a hard raw cock sliding into a tight warm hole, skin to skin. It’s the only way. You’ll understand the first time when you feel your top exploding his load deep inside you.” Fuck, now I was rock hard. I squirmed a bit in my seat a fact he didn’t miss one bit. “I’ll let you know tomorrow when I’ve got it set up. And relax, you’ll love it and I have a feeling it won’t take long for you to be ready for your own tat!” Yea right, that was never going to happen. I was staying negative!

Chapter 14 Dr. Manning and Matty took their clothes off all the while Zack was going to town on Josh’s ass. I interrupted him for just second to take his shirt off and he dove right back in. I next worked on getting his shorts off and noticed he was commando. I rubbed his back while whispering in his ear, “hmm your not wearing any undies Zack. Were you hoping to get lucky at the bar?” He tried to answer but his face was still buried inside Josh. “You like eating out your friends pussy don’t you?” Doc pulled Zack away and kissed him deep. He melted into the doc’s side. “Get on the bed next to your friend.” The boys looked up at doc as he told them, “you two make out while the three of us work on your beautiful neg holes.” “Please use a condom,” Zack begged. “Sorry Zack, we’re all out of condoms. If you want us to fuck you it’s going to have to be raw.” Dr. Manning was gently rubbing his finger around his asshole. “What do you say Zack?” “I don’t know sir. Are you guys safe? I know Josh’s uncle is poz, and I don’t want to be poz. I’m not on PrEP yet so it’s not safe,” he whined. Matty and doc both looked at me as if to say ‘uncle?’ I grinned and said I’d explain later. I motioned for Matty to start eating Zack out to help loosen his inhibitions. Zack started moaning like crazy and we could hear Josh whispering in his ear, “just do it, it feels so good.” Matty moved away and doc took his place rubbing his toxic dick all over his hole. I said, “Zack, these guys are two of the amazing men who knocked up my neg ass and gave me their very precious gift. Josh has two toxic loads inside him already. You need to catch up. All you have to say is breed me please and the doc here will shove his poz dick deep inside you.” Josh kissed him and egged him on. “Do it! You know you’re really a fucking slut and deep down you understand you need to be pozzed, that a part of you is missing.” Zack was moaning like crazy playing with his nipples. “Give in. You loved eating out those poz loads out of my sloppy hole and look at your dick, it’s rock hard,” continued Josh. “Boy,” doc said “don’t make me wait much longer. You have five seconds to make up your mind before I shove this poz cock inside your friend’s cunt instead and MY friends here kick you out since you’re obviously too chicken to play with real men.” That seemed to push Zack over the edge. He reached down and put the head of doc’s dick in his hole then wrapped his legs around his waist and pulled forward causing a very hard raw poz dick to breach his very neg hole. I looked over just in time to see Matty ram his cock into Josh. Damn my hole was twitching. I noticed Josh’s hard cock moving around as he was getting fucked, leaking like crazy. I climbed on top of him and sat down on his hard dick. “Fuck yeah uncle Scotty ride me while your friend loads me up with more poz babies. Zack started screaming, “poz my cunt, knock my faggot ass up, make me pregnant with your poz baby.” Fuck, talk about a closet chaser! About that time I looked up and noticed Chris and Chad in the room. “We weren’t sure we had the right place till we heard the cum slut here begging for poz cum. We knocked but I guess y’all were a little too busy to hear us. Thankfully the door was unlocked.” “Well what are you waiting for? We have two neg boys here begging for the bug.” “Wait two? I thought there was just one?” “It’s a long story, just get naked and pick a bottom,” I said moaning as Josh started to shoot his load up my ass. As he was cumming he clamped down on Matty’s dick which caused him to add his poz cum to his not so neg ass. Matty pulled out and Chris took his place not even giving Josh a second to catch his breath. At the same time Chad was shoving into Zack. Matty, myself and doc moved to the other side of the room to relax for a few minutes and enjoy the show. “Thanks for coming over guys. I don’t think either of these boys had any idea they’d be getting the gift when they woke up this morning.” I looked down at Matty’s cock and noticed he was wearing his special PA tonight and all the sharp edges were covered in pink cum. He saw me looking and got a big grin on his face. “All you had to say was ‘help with a neg boy’ and I knew what I had to do. There’s no way these sluts are leaving here without our gift growing deep inside them.” I leaned over and gave him a deep kiss. We kept fucking late into the evening. Even Josh’s neighbor stopped by again and gave Zack a load this time. By the time we wound down we’d lost count of the number of toxic loads they each took. We left Zack and Josh in his bed cuddled up together. Both with huge smiles on their faces and butt plugs firmly in place. I called Josh the next day to make sure he was okay. “I’m great uncle Scotty! Thanks again for last night. My neighbor is taking Zack and me to another conversion party tonight. He says he told his poz buds about us and they all want a crack at our cunts before we’re official members of the club.” “And Zack’s okay with what happened?” “Yea we talked late into the morning after you guys left. Turns out he’s been watching barebacking videos online, jacking off every night and recently started following a bunch of neg bug chasers on Twitter. He just needed us to push him over the edge.” “Oh good! I was worried he might wake up full of regret.” “Yea no. He’s already scheming, trying to figure out how we can get our other two friends knocked up. I think we may have created a monster.” I laughed, “well keep me posted, and let me know when you come down with the fuck flu. We’ll be there to see you guys through it, and when you’re ready I’ll give you Dr. Manning’s info so you can make an appointment to see him professionally. He may be a sick and twisted kinky motherfucker but he’s a damn good doctor too.” “Thanks, I really appreciate it. So, umm, do you umm...” “Spit it out Josh. This no time to get shy on me.” “Well I was just wondering, was last night just a one time thing or can we play together again? I really liked it when it was just the two of us. I mean don’t get me wrong having all of you poz fuckers work us over was hot as fuck but there was something special about when it was just the two of us.” “Josh, if you’re anything like me once you join the family you’ll be hornier than you’ve ever been and you’ll need sex all the time. Groups or just one on one sessions it won’t matter you’ll just need it. But yes, we can absolutely play again just us. I have a special bond with the guys that knocked me up as you will too. Plus, I’m the first poz cock and load you’ve ever taken. Don’t ever forget that.” “Thanks!” Josh and Zack officially joined the club about three weeks later. Luckily their flu wasn’t too bad. They even managed to seduce their other two friends and brought them over to the dark side as well. Dr. Manning was right, once you get a taste of poz cum there’s no going back. We all still get together for group action at least once a month. We’ve had to find a new place to play since our little family isn’t so little anymore. Dr. Manning’s still my doctor. I probably see him more than I need to but damn there’s just something about that man and his very attentive staff that just keeps me cumming back over and over. I even wrote my old doc, Dr. Jackson, a thank you note for moving and selling his practice to Dr. Manning because without that one single event none of this would ever have happened...at least not the way it did. Then there’s Kevin. I finally got back to him to let him know Josh and I had had the talk and there was nothing to worry about; Josh knew exactly what he was doing and would be just fine. Kevin came back out a year later and stayed with me this this time. Let’s just say that’s a story for another time. Moderator's Note: You can find that story for another time here.

Many times when I get fucked Doggie style a good Fuck will make my dick leak cum and will end up with a puddle of cum on the bed! It is an awesome feeling too and I love it!

The last Load I gave was Thanksgiving Day. was early in the morning and a dude Hit me up on A4A wanting a good hard breeding from a big boy with a fat uncut cock. We met in the Stairwell of a building near my place. I gagged him on my cock to get that good throat slime then pushed into his kunt easily. Felt like he'd taken a couple of loads before me, that made my dick even harder. I fucked the dude's hot black kunt till he tightened under me, firing his boy batter innthe filthynstairs while I bred two hot, poz, loads I had to his battered pussy. when I pulled out, the hungry pup sucked my cock clean. pinkncum spilled.from his gaping kunt, and when Inleft him he was fingering himself and licking p ink cum off the stairs. my dick was still hard when I left.

Chapter 32; *Todd possessed Part 1* Todd looked intently deep into my eyes for my response to his suggestion of inviting evil Demons into my home to fuck me. He could see that I was so exhausted and weary from my lack of sleep and strong seroconversion that I was unable to process the concept properly, so, already being in control of the situation he continued to take the lead. He instructed me to go from my kneeling position to being sat on the floor with my legs as a Buddha would. He got his rucksack which was basically his bag of tricks, and placed it next to me, and the first item he took out from it were several black candles with a reversed pentagram near the bottom of each on. He placed them around the room lighting each one. He then sat in the same position right in front of me, and removed his 6mm PA from his Dick. Next item from his bag of tricks was a small plastic bag with a stainless steel ring and 6 separate pieces that were very sharp pointed spikes. He inserted the ring into his PA piercing, then one by one carefully screwed in each spike into the steel ring. - That would completely tear me to pieces, Sir. He said nothing, just simply looked at me giving me an intense depraved smirk. Next from the bag was a red marker pen, and he got me to write on his body, starting from his chest down to his stomach the following; Give Me Your Cunt! - If a Demon does present himself to you, you WILL surrender your cunt for his pleasure. This message on my body is a clear reminder for you to do this, because Todd won't be here in this realm to tell you what to do. Finally from his bag he took out a book which looked extremely old, was very tatty, and had a picture of a Baphomet on the cover. Placing it in front of him he opened it, and using one hand kept the pages open, and his other hand on the seroconversion rash on my chest. With Ramon's red lamps that were still on and the candles I could just make out the style of the written words in the book. I couldn't help but feel they were not from a modern day language, but more that of an ancient language. THEN ... ... Reading from the book Todd began to chant. Yes, that certainly was something that was spoken tens of thousands of years ago. How was he managing to understand it, let alone read it? And speak it!?!? Immediately the room became very cold with my nipples responding by standing to stiff to attention. My skin remained red hot from my fever, but the resulting conversion sweat on my skin suddenly turned ice cold. He hadn't been chanting long when he turned the book around so the pages were facing me. I looked and thought; 'what on earth is that language I am seeing'. - PiG, place your right hand on the right hand page, and repeat 3 times; 'I welcome S6AT6A6N into my home, my cunt, and my life'. I put my hand on the page, and as soon as I did I felt this very strange energy surge through my entire body. As I stared at the written language I could not in away way shape of form comprehend I trembled; - PiG, look at me [ I looked up from the book to his eyes ] ... Good boy PiG. Now say that sentence 3 times. Say it. SAY IT! As he said that his jaundiced eyes and contorting mouth gave an intense look of depravity. I trembled again. I looked back down at the book; 'I welcome S6AT6A6N into my home, my cunt, and my life'. No sooner had the words fell from my mouth my living room windows blew open, even though there was not even as much of a gentle breeze outside. The candles flickered, and I heard Todd begin to make really strange sounds. I looked up at his face again, and his eyes has literally rolled into the back of his head. They were now just a pure cream colour. His hands lay on his thighs as his head swung from side to side, mouth contorting as these primitive noises came from his throat. I uttered for the second time; 'I welcome S6AT6A6N into my home, my cunt, and my life'. Having said it for the second time Todd's primitive noises became louder and more wild, AND ... I now began to feel multiple pairs of ice cold hands molest my fevered body. But, there was no one present that I could see. I suddenly heard a voice demanding I repeat for the third and final time, and its demands were repetitive, and each time became more and more authoritative with their tone. I took a deep breath; 'I welcome S6AT6A6N into my home, my cunt, and my life'. Todd let out an almighty primitive shriek, then went completely silent. I immediately began to feel quite a bit better, with strength returning within seconds, with my instinct seeing me return to my kneeling position. I looked at Todd. His eyes had returned to normal position so once again his pupils and Iris' were visible. However, his expression was completely and utterly dead. Nothing! - Todd? [ I said meekly ] His eyes then animated, but, they were not of Todd. This HIV-Gono-Hep C stud was possessed! By what I do not know. My attention was brought down to his Dick which was most definitely now at least 5" inches longer than his normal size, and triple his normal girth. The veins in his Dick also seemed to be bulging so much I thought they were about to burst. The Gono flow, well that was now flowing out in a continuous steady stream, trickling down his throbbing demon-possessed shaft. And the 6 extremely sharp looking spikes to his temporary PA glistened in the fire-glow red lamps / candle lit darkened living room. Again I looked to his face. He snarled which frightened me, which caused me to instinctively place my hands behind me, and begin to crawl backwards. He jumped to his feet in less than a blink of an eye. Suddenly he seemed to have become super agile. I continued to crawl backwards, and as I did he slowly followed me, with his brand new demon Dick throbbing and heavily spilling out pus, whilst snarling all the while. This continued until we had gone from the living room and I was at the foot of my bed, with no where else to go. What was he going to do to me?

Big bro comes in later. His seed was much more potent than mine and he'd already converted some of his buddies

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Daddy’s Cuntboy Part 6 I struggled to respond coherently. “Awww fuck yeah Daddy! Work my hungry cunt!” I mumbled as another of Daddy’s fingers went in my mouth. “Please Daddy!” I begged as my face turned to puppy, remembering the first time I saw the swollen cunt lips between puppy’s legs pulsing at me. “Good answer cuntboy. I knew that slammed up cunt would take control once you saw puppy’s cunt for yourself.” Daddy chuckled and gave my cheeks a gentle slap. “Go on cuntboy...climb back on that sling...puppy, jock that cock of yours and chain him up while I grab some more rigs. Cuntboy’s gonna need to be ready for his first fist.” and he wandered off. Bending over, puppy grabbed his jockstrap and hesitated for a few seconds...giving me a view of those swollen cunt lips. “Shit...” I thought, "how the fuck long has Daddy been working those cunt lips to get them to that point?” Puppy turned around, pulling the pouch over his cock and balls, reading my thoughts. “I met Daddy when I was 22, I’m 26 now.” Helping me up to my feet, puppy cupped my ass cheek and led me to the sling. Then I saw myself in the mirrored corner wall. I couldn’t believe how totally hot I looked. I took in my sweat slicked pecs now fully presenting themselves in the yellow piped harness and I grabbed my tits. My yellow jock pouch strained and I moaned seeing puppy’s reflection as he stood behind me, hands moving down my waist to my pouch, he growled and bit my neck. “Fuck yeah, cuntboy...we gotta get you a yellow swimmer jock and we’ll be a perfect pair...piss and fist for Daddy.” “Awww Man!” I eagerly agreed. “Fuck yeah cuntboy...climb on...” puppy directed. “Slide that cunt down a bit more. That’s it.” Puppy bound my ankles making sure my legs were spread wide open and moved on up and did my wrists. Strapping my bicep, puppy whistled, “That my cuntboy...is a beautiful sight.” and licked it. “Here puppy, slam your cuntboy with this.” Daddy laughed, handing it to puppy. “Fuck yeah Daddy, my fucking pleasure!” Puppy prepped and expertly guided the rig into my vein and slammed me. I felt the chems rush into me...but this time it was more intense...I panicked. Daddy leaned forward. Rubbing my pecs gently, Daddy tried to calm me down. “It’s ok boy, I gave you a bit more than what we’re gonna do. You’ll need it to take my fist the first time.” Before I knew it, the panic was replaced with the familiar deep hunger emanating from my cunt overtaking my body. “Good cuntboy...take my cock.” My head moved to the side and took Daddy’s cock in. “MMMMM....” I began to suckle, feeling the metal ring hit roof of my mouth as my tongue lapped the bottom of his shaft. “OK puppy, give me a slam and then do yourself.” commanded Daddy. “Cuntboy...concentrate on my cock for now.” I continued worshipping cock. “AWWWW FUCK!” Daddy exclaimed, his cock jerking in my mouth from the rush of chems now coursing through his veins. I continued on his cock...anticipating the coming session. Hearing the sounds of puppy slamming himself, Daddy pulled out. "I want to hear you ask for it, cuntboy," “Please Daddy, I want it!” "You want what? I didn't hear you, cuntboy." “YOUR FIST, DADDY! I NEED YOUR FIST! "Where do you want it, cuntboy?" "IN MY CUNT, DADDY! PLEASE, DADDY!" At the sight of my begging for fist, puppy howled..”FUUCK! YEAH CUNTBOY!” and sank his knees. With a wicked look in his eyes, Daddy winked at me and headed over to the toy shelf. Grabbing a large black butt plug, he walked over to puppy. “Puppy, present cunt!” Daddy loudly commanded. Puppy fell to his knees...his slammed-up cunt shot up as the swollen cunt lips bloomed and Daddy shoved the plug in, making sure the cunt lips securely held it tight. “FUUUCK!” puppy moaned with pleasure. Daddy leashed puppy’s collar and led him to the sling, securing it to the chain holding a bottom corner of the sling. “Get comfortable puppy, you’re in for a treat. You’re gonna watch cuntboy take a fist for the first time.” Daddy grabbed a stool. Placing it between my legs, he sat and proceeded put on another pair black rubber gloves. Sinking his hand in the tub of Elbow Grease, Daddy looked up, “Are you sure, cuntboy” “Yes, Daddy, I’m sure” I reassured him. “I want this...I need this.” Daddy began sliding the lube over his hands, “Do you trust me, cuntboy? I need to know.” Lying there, I looked at my Daddy and I knew I did even if we had only just met in person. I knew I wanted to give myself over to him. “Yes Daddy, I trust you.” He smiled, his right hand caressing my ass cheek with his fingers spread across it. "Now you're gonna feel what it's like to be your Daddy's hot little cunttoy." Slowly sliding toward my hungry cunt, “Uhhh...” I moaned as my ass involuntarily rose to meet Daddy’s hand. Daddy’s fingers began to circle my cunt lips...teasing them. I felt my cunt lips spread as Daddy’s fingers began their entry into my cunt...first one, then another two quickly followed. Before I could protest, his four cupped fingers were at the entrance of stretched cunt. “How you doing, cuntboy?” Daddy asked as he teased my cunt lips with his thumb and he slid in to the knuckles. I could feel my stretched-out cunt but there was no pain. The chems had taking care of that. “Shit yeah!” puppy growled, “You’re gonna love Daddy’s fist, cuntboy.” “Yes, Daddy, do it!” I begged. "Oh yeah, CUNTBOY!" Daddy growled, "open your cunt for DADDY! Take a deep breath, here it comes." I inhaled and Daddy pushed... ”Fuck!!!” I exhaled as I felt his knuckles sliding over my cunt lips. I was in ecstasy, feeling my cunt being ultimately fucked and filled. I was out of control knowing that I had just given my body over to Daddy... At the same time, I had never felt so connected to someone as I did at that moment to Daddy. As my cunt lips pulsed on his wrist, Daddy looked at my cunt and smiled, “ Cuntboy, that is one fucking beautiful cunt.” Daddy praised. Spreading his fingers open his hand moved in... my cunt spasmed. I was in heat. “OH GOD! PLEASE!” I yelled, my head rolling back. Daddy balling his fist, pushed a bit deeper opening my cunt like never before. “Deep breath cuntboy,” and Daddy started slowly pulling it out bit. I exhaled and his hand pushed it back inside my cunt. I grunted as his hand moved a bit faster now, pulling back and forth with a twisting motion. I didn’t want it to end. We continued like this for a while...Daddy exploring my slammed-up cunt with his fist as my plugged alpha looked on. Satisfied on my first go at his fist, Daddy pulled out, grabbed a towel and cleaned up his hands. He stood up, and walked up to and placed his fist at my lips. “You did good cuntboy. We’ve got lots of time to work on that cunt. Now look up.” Kissing his hand, I looked up ...and saw my sweat slick body splayed open presenting my cunt.... Taking a closer look, I sighed...my cunt lips were puffy and slightly extended...I was complete.

Daddy’s Cuntboy Part 5 There we were...two slammed up boys worshipping their Daddy’s tits...humping Daddy as our legs entwined around his. “Fuck yeah boys...my fucking chemmed up pigs.” Daddy sighed. Holding both of us up tight to his strong pecs, we continued writhing as puppy’s hand moved down my back. Raising my ass, I gave him access to my cunt...puppy began exploring my cunt lips. “GRRRRRR!” puppy growled. “Fuuck! Yeah!” I responded. “Fuck me puppy. Feed my hungry cunt!” I begged. “Go ahead puppy, take it. You earned it.” Daddy laughed. “That cunt is fucking tight and deep. Go on! It’s yours now.” My eyes went to puppy and saw the look of authority wash over him. He was my alpha and I was about to find out just what he was capable of. Daddy disengaged and got off the bed. Both of us, acknowledging that Daddy was our superior, watched from the bed as he went and grabbed a black leather upholstered chair from against the wall and placed it at the side of the bed making sure he could see everything. “OK boys...continue. Give your Daddy a fucking show.” Daddy sat back and spread his legs wide...giving us full view of his hard cock. Puppy growled...rolling on top of me, he took my neck into the crook of his left arm...holding me there. “Fucking cuntboy...you’re gonna service your alpha...fucking give up that cunt to me?” “Fuck yeah puppy! Fucking take my cunt...it’s yours!” I yelled as my ass rose feeling his packed red jock pouch pushing into my ass cheeks. “AWW! FUUCK!!!” I moaned. Still holding me like this, puppy grabbed a chain hanging from one of the front bed posts with his other hand and attached it to my collar as I felt his breath on my face. “My cuntboy...” he exhaled, kissing my neck tenderly. Releasing my neck, puppy grabbed the chain from the other post and connected it to my collar and rolled off me. Puppy proceeded to shackle my ankles to the lower bedposts...leaving me on my hand and knees...cunt exposed. Moving to the side at the head of the bed, puppy stood arms crossed. “Fuck yeah...slammed up cuntboy,” he stated as he admired his cuntboy. Puppy climbed on the bed moving between the chains connecting my collar to the bed posts and sank to his knees and presented his bursting jock pouch. My mouth began to water... Puppy smiled, slowly pulling down his jock exposing the thick root of his cock. “Yeah cuntboy? You want puppy’s cock?” he teased. “AWWW FUCK … YEAH PLEASE PUPPY! I WANT YOUR COCK!” I begged as puppy gyrated his hips in front of me. I knew my place...and my place was to service. “Come on cuntboy...show puppy how much you want this cock,” puppy goaded me on. “Ya think that I’d waste my cock on someone who’d just lie there and take it? SHOW YOUR ALPHA. CUNTBOY!” he ordered. My slammed up cunt, now possessed with nothing but thoughts of puppy’s cock, took over. My back arched and my ass began rotating...offering my cunt to puppy’s fat cock as my throat let out low rasping pleadings. “Please puppy...I need your cock!” I moved forward and began sniffing the red pouch now leaking precum...I took in puppy's scent, recognizing the familiar scent all men emit in their crotches. Finally, satisfied that I proven myself, puppy pushed down his jockstrap releasing his hard uncut cock. I gasped...taking in the thick sheathed cock suspended above a set of huge balls. My mouth watered...imagining the amount of cum held inside. Puppy grabbed the base of his cock and slapped it across my lips sending the stringy leaking precum onto my face. “Fucking cock’s gonna fill your cunt...but first, service it...service your alpha’s cock cuntboy!” I quickly moved to explore the thick foreskin covering the cock. “AWWW, Fuck cuntboy...” Puppy shivered as my tongue moved under the flap and began circling the cockhead tasting the sharpness of his cock. Pushing forward, my lips drew back the skin...my tongue invading puppy’s cock slit...determined to take in the leaking precum. Puppy held my head tightly as he shoved his cock back down my throat...but I resisted and pulled back, holding onto the foreskin with my teeth, I began to chew. “AWWWW FUUUUCK!” Puppy yelled as he released my head. “AWWW FUCK YEAH CUNTBOY! FUCKING SERVICE MY COCK!” puppy yelled as he arched his back presenting his uncut cock. Pushing back the skin, my lips moved over his pulsing cockhead and I sucked it in as puppy jammed it down to his smooth crotch. “Fucking cuntboy...take it!” puppy ordered and began the face-fucking. His rapid movements wouldn’t allow me to get a rhythm...I couldn’t breathe. I began gagging... “Easy does it, puppy! Give cuntboy some air...we don’t want him passing out on that cock of yours,” Daddy joked. Puppy eased up and I took a deep breath. Then suddenly, puppy jerked me back down to the root and held me. I finally met puppy’s rhythmic thrusting as he pulled his cock half way out. Puppy spat and it landed on his shaft. I instantly went forward catching his spit and took his entire cock back down my throat. Puppy patted my cheeks and pulled out. “Cunt time...” puppy laughed and moved off the bed. Daddy urged us on. “Cuntboy, you’re about to be bred by your alpha!” I moaned as puppy climbed back on the bed between my legs. “Fuck yeah cuntboy. I’ve been waiting for this for a while. Daddy told me all about your conversations and what he was planning. I've thought about you and how hot your cunt would feel swallowing my cock.“ My cunt went wild... ”Yeah, slammed up cuntboy.” puppy continued stroking his cock. “MMMM fucking look at that cunt...full of Daddy’s cum.” He began to lick and chew at my cunt lips as I begged for his cock. ‘Fuck yeah puppy. Please! I need it!” I pleaded as puppy continued slurping my cunt. “Oh yeah. Fuck me puppy. Fuck my cunt and fill it with your cum.” Puppy rose...placing his hard cock at my cunt, he pushed through my sloppy cunt lips. “Here it is cuntboy. I’ve waited a long time to do this.” Shoving his cock in quickly, I let out a gasp. Puppy laughed, “Fuck Daddy... This cunt is so hot and tight still. Fucking feeling your load inside!” Puppy began his invasion of my cunt and we fell into a steady rhythm losing myself in the feelings in my cunt...until the spell was broken. Feeling someone grab my head, I snapped out of it. It was Daddy. “Yeah cuntboy. Suck my cock. Fucking two cunts on this one now.” He climbed back on the bed. I hungrily swallowed Daddy’s cock as he settled in front of me. “Oh fuck, cuntboy. Service Daddy’s cock while puppy feeds your cunt.” Daddy encouraged. I was in heaven being filled by cock in both ends. My body was now a cunt. Suddenly, I felt puppy quicken and start pounding me rapidly. “Fuuck Daddy! This cuntboy is so good. Thank you for giving him to me... I’m gonna fucking cum!” Puppy's cock spasmed...filling my cunt with his seed. The thrusts continued until Puppy let out a final grunt and fell on my back. I sighed...it was done...my cunt was full of my Daddy and my alpha’s cum. Puppy wrapped his arms around my chest and held me tightly as I held our Daddy’s cock in my mouth. We caught our breath and puppy pulled out...our sweaty bodies separating with a sucking pop. Again, I felt the emptiness I always dreaded when my cunt no longer contained cock. Then I felt it...puppy’s breath on me as he spread my cunt lips with his fingers and started sucking and chewing my cunt lips. His loud moans filled me... puppy was eating out my cunt! "Fuck yeah puppy! Taste my cunt juices." I yelled releasing Daddy’s cock pushing puppy’s tongue deeper inside me. Satiated with the fluids running out of me, he rose and moved to Daddy’s side. "Fuck yeah cuntboy. Look at my face. That's what your cunt is full of." He then leaned in and gently said, "Taste it cuntboy. Taste your cunt." I let out a moan and began licking puppy’s dripping face...my tongue feeling the slight stubble on his face. I let out a sigh..."Aww Fuck. Tasting my cunt." Seeing puppy and I bonding, Daddy removed himself and motioned puppy to replace him in front of me. “Go on puppy...I know what comes next right after you cum.” Daddy joked as he grabbed the yellow waist band of my jockstrap and released it with a snap. I jerked... Puppy positioned himself...presenting his slicked-up cock to me as Daddy moved behind me. “How’s that slammed up cunt of yours cuntboy...still hungry?” Daddy asked feeling my exposed cunt lips. My cunt spasmed.... “Go on puppy...feed him that recycled slam piss...cuntboy needs to get used to your piss mixed with mine.” Daddy ordered. I opened my mouth greedily taking puppy’s cock down. There I was...on my hands and knees chained to the bed...on display... Feeling puppy take a deep breath, I relaxed my throat and prepared for the torrent of piss sure to come out of that cock. Looking up into puppy’s eyes with a pleading look, puppy smiled releasing his slam piss. I growled...knowing the piss that I was taking had once been in Daddy. My throat pulsed as I swallowed. Puppy laughed and pulled his cock still shooting the hot yellow piss, out of my mouth leaving me surprised and wondering what I had done wrong. He aimed the stream at my face...intentionally moving it away from my mouth as it tried to follow the flow. He was gonna make me work for it! Dripping off my face and upper chest, the piss began pooling into the indentation puppy’s hard body and my hands made on the bed. I could feel the piss around my fingers as they wriggled in the wet warmth. Sensing their movement and seeing the desire in my eyes, Puppy released my collar chains and my head went down. My thoughts ceased...instinct now took my body over as I lost myself and fed. My tongue lapped up the acrid piss that I was now so hungry for. “Yeah...cuntboy’s got the hunger for piss now puppy.” Daddy stated matter-of-factly as he released my ankles. “Get up cuntboy...on the floor...on your knees.” I growled into the slick rubber sheets taking one last taste of piss and climbed off the bed... “Puppy...he’s earned it...bring it.” Daddy ordered. Not understanding what this was about...I watched puppy walk over to the shelves...leaving a trail of piss drops reflecting the red lights on the floor. I heard the rattling of metal as he pulled a bundle of leather from the top shelf and he turned back to me...holding a bulldog harness between his outstretched hands... I looked closer assuming it would be a match for puppy’s...only it wasn’t piped in red it was yellow. I moaned. “Yeah cuntboy...you earned it. Fucking urinal cuntpig now aren’t you?” Daddy laughed. “AWW FUCK YEAH DADDY! FUCKING PISS!” I groaned as puppy dropped to his knees and placed it on me. Satisfied that the straps were secure...puppy grabbed my framed pecs and held them playing with my tits. “Fuck...I’m gonna love feeding you piss cuntboy.” Daddy stood proudly looking down at us... Daddy held my head and I felt his finger go into my mouth. I knew what was coming and I looked up at Daddy’s face and waited for the question. “That cunt of yours make a decision yet, cuntboy?”

I do this quite often. I always feel sexier and sluttier in a jockstrap or a thong while getting fucked. It frames my ass and says “fuck my ass”. Love wearing them for bathhouses or sex parties.

Part 2 - Belated 18th Birthday Present Finally we left for LA and my 18th birthday present was for us all to spend a week in California enjoying the beach and sights. It was exciting but in reality it wasn't the Medina river where Brad and I both loved the solitude it afforded us. Still this was an adventure and we stayed in one of the posher hotels in LA close to Santa Monica beach. Not bad I joked to Brad as this was the first time I had left Texas or even ventured this far from Medina, excluding my rescue of Brad in his hour of need. That afternoon we spent on the beach, our parents strolled along the beach for an hour or so and Brad and I laid in the sun and swam in the ocean. It really was a world away from our lives that were very simple in context to how hectic and busy the next couple of days would be. We fitted in two movie studio tours and some of the popular touristy bits. Always coming back at the end of the day to the amazing swimming pool and comfy loungers on the terrace. The weekend we all decided would be spent chilling out at the hotel or beach and dining as a family. For me it was the best present ever mostly due to Brad being with us and importantly me, we spent all the time together. That Sunday afternoon I stayed out by the pool, luckily I was a person who tanned quite evenly unlike some of the lobsters walking around. Brad and our parents had gone to the hotel bar for some shade and a cool drink, I had a niggly feeling I was being watched and did a quick glance around, everyone seemed to be minding their own business and not necessarily looking at me. I dived in to the pool and swam a few lengths at a leisurely pace then climbed out and walked towards my lounger, standing there letting the sun drying me off I was facing the restaurant and outdoor seating on the terrace above me. The woman ascending the steps from the restaurant caught my eye she was smartly dressed and very business like in her appearance and reaching the bottom it looked like she was walking towards me. She walked past clearly having a good look at my face any body then she doubled back and stood in front of me. "I'm sorry to be so forward but you caught my eye and trust me that doesn't happen usually" she said. I looked at her "Caught your eye?" replying and looking at her a little confused. "Forgive me" she said "I'm Patricia Manon from Manon International Models" she held out her hand. Not sure what this was about I shook her hand "Tom, just Tom from Texas" she smiled and handed me her card. "Have you ever considered modelling?" she asked me. I shook my head "No why would I?" I replied chuckling. "You are perfect, your facial features and your body is perfect" she said looking me up and down. "Oh right" was all I could say. "Pop by my office at 10am tomorrow, I would like to get some photos if your interested" she smiled at me. I looked at the card "Oh, well I am here on holiday with my family" I said trying to hand the card back. She refused to take it "Seriously think about it Tom from Texas" she smiled and walked off. Amused I looked at the card and picked up my things to find the rest of my family at the bar. Putting the card down on the table I explained to them about what had just happened. Brad was the first to encourage me to go and that he would come along with me as a chaperone. My mother agreed with Brad and said that she and Seth wanted to go shopping anyway and that I was old enough to make my own decisions and should take the opportunity even if nothing happens it will be an experience. Convinced that it would just be a day out and something to laugh about tomorrow evening we made plans and looked on our phones to make sure we knew how to get to the offices. Brad chuckled as we stood outside the building gently pushing me to go through the doors to the reception. The receptionist explained that only I was allowed up to the floor where Manon International were based, Brad said he would have a wander around and grab a coffee. He pulled me back and sternly he told me to call if I wanted out, I nodded unsure why I was feeling very nervous as my life was not depending on this, modelling was the furthest thing I wanted to do and shook off the feeling getting in the elevator up to the 10th floor. The doors opened and I stepped out in to another world, everyone was dressed in what looked like tailored designer clothing, perfect make up and hair styles, the few men I saw wore shiny fitted suits groomed to within an inch of their life. then there was me in my shorts and t-shirt wearing reefs. If anyone looked out of place then hello over here I seemed to scream come look at me and sure enough many people looked down their noses passing me by. The reception was manned by a young guy in his mid 20's who I assumed was gay judging by his mannerisms and the way he looked at man walking past his desk who had a very arrogant 'do you know who I am' look and obviously a model. I walked up to his desk and saw the plaque with his name 'Steve' written on it. "Excuse me" I said interrupting him typing an email out, he turned his head and continued typing. Steve looked me up and down "Were not casting at present" he said returning to his screen. Hell what now I thought standing there until he looked again "I'm sorry I was asked to come here" I said quietly. Steve's fingers stopped moving over his keyboard and he stood up and looked at my shorts and reefs "Oh". He picked up the phone looking directly at me "Patty I think this Tom from Texas is here" he said to the phone. Nodding at the phone "Okay" he said and hung up "Take a seat over there" he told me pointing at the sofa. I walked over and noticed from the reflection in the shiny wall behind the sofa that Steve was watching me very carefully. Sitting down I caught his eyes briefly then he turned and tapped away and answered several calls. His eyes continued to bore in to me when he wasn't typing on his computer. After five minutes Patricia came out of her office. "Tom you came, I am so thrilled you decided to come Tom" Patricia said walking over to me. I stood up holding my hand out "Well I have nothing on this morning" I stupidly said then smiled at her. Patricia laughed "Don't be nervous Tom, how about getting some photos" she said then guided me down the hall. We entered a door marked Studio A, it looked like one of those loft conversion places but segregated in to a few different scenes and a screen in one corner hiding another part of the studio. There was a photographer shooting a female model who I didn't really think was very nice as he called the model out several times 'Chloe if your not going to pull yourself together get out of the studio' was one remark I heard him say. Instantly I thought if this is how it is I might as walk as I don't need someone like that badgering me. Patricia took me to where the screen was and to wait for a moment. I could hear her talking to the photographer who she called Eddie, Patricia popped back round telling him he would be done in 5 fives and offered me a coffee. I declined feeling sick and unsure what I was letting myself in for. "Tom this is Eddie who will be shooting you for an hour" Patricia said introducing him appearing round the screen. Eddie nodded at me but without really looking "A new one, you got to be kidding me Patty" he said disappearing again. Patricia smiled "Photographers Tom, just ignore him he is quite temperamental when working" she said. It did nothing to quell my fear "I don't want to do this" I said standing up. "Nonsense Tom, you must be intrigued as you came here" she said handing me some white briefs. Nervously I took them "You want me to wear these?" I asked her looking shocked. Patricia laughed "Of course we need to see how you transpire on film" she said "don't worry". She disappeared round the other side of the screen leaving me holding the briefs, brief they were and very revealing. Debating for a moment and hearing her having words with Eddie to be nicer to me as he was frightening me off, I decided to do it and quickly changed. Eddie appeared and looked me over making me even more nervous, it also gave me the opportunity to study him in more detail. I guessed he was in his early 30's and pretty attractive, tattooed and muscled with dark cropped hair he wore a stubble and stood a couple inches taller than me. In the beginning he showed no interest in me, but then why would he I thought. All he saw was yet another model he was going to have to contend with, in his own right he was quite formidable and didn't take any crap from the models he was shooting, after all it was his work that made them. Fortunately I managed to supress my urge to vomit and run following him out to the staging area. It didn't take long for him to get annoyed with me as I didn't understand what he was asking me to do. Patricia came over and helped moving my body to the poses he wanted. She explained that I would get some training so I knew how to react to the camera if I was taken on, nodding in Eddie's direction she told me he was the best and bear with him. It felt like hours being photographed but in reality it was no more than 45 minutes, during this time I could see Patricia and Eddie looking at a screen as the images came up, they would both nod and quietly talk. Every now and then she would smile and look at Eddie who would smile back then look at me quickly. "Thanks Tom that was great" Eddie said without looking at me "we are all done". I just sat there like an idiot for a moment "What do I do now?" I asked. Eddie looked up and laughed "Go and get changed dude, then wait outside Patricia's office" he said. Yeah okay I admit I didn't want to leave as I was quite happy looking at Eddie in his tight t-shirt and wanted to lick him all over. Somehow I got up and found myself behind the screen getting changed, as I left the studio Eddie looked up and said good bye and see you soon, before I could reply he had turned back to the female model and continued photographing her. Steve her assistant smiled and brought me a coffee over being more friendlier than he was when I arrived. Patricia called from her office and her assistant looked at me and said to go through. "Please sit down Tom" she said as I entered her office "how did it feel?" she asked. I looked confused "How did what feel?" I replied. "Being photographed extensively like that?" she said holding large photographic prints in her hand. "Oh, just like having loads of selfies taken, I didn't expect I would be in underwear" I laughed. She looked up and smiled "Well I think we may be able use some of these in your portfolio". I looked at her "Is that a good thing?" I asked unsure where this was going. Patricia nodded "It's a start, I may need you to come back in a couple of weeks, your expenses will be paid". She stood in an obvious your dismissed way, walking me to the elevator she placed the prints on the assistants desk and I said good bye having given Steve my contact details, I pressed the ground floor button watching the doors close as she turned away clearly seeing Steve having a good look at my photos. "Oh my god Patty" Steve said looking up at her. Patricia smiled "He has no idea Steve. Get a portfolio together and circulate it" she said "today that is". Oblivious to what was taking place up there the elevator stopped at the ground floor and the doors opened, smiling I saw Brad was waiting with two coffees. He laughed and pretended to walk like a model towards me making me laugh. We left to walk back to the hotel and I told him how things went, how I felt like a fish out of water, what I had to wear and how rude the photographer was. We walked for ages and kind of glad to be outside feeling the sun beating down on me until we arrived back at the hotel. It felt so good spending this much time with Brad as I always felt at ease and comfortable around him. We had become even more close if that was possible and it turned out as we got older we liked many of the same things in life. The only annoying thing about him was his attempt to get me to have sex with any guy who looked at us, constantly he would rib me and tell me to start enjoying life more. When I had my head turned he would literally start pushing me back trying to get me to engage the person in conversation, just in case they swung my way. But on the inside I was still to unsure about myself and lacked the self confidence. The one thing that struck me was when we walked along the beach front and people often looked at us and smiled, especially as he always had his arm around my shoulder and we were laughing. They would clearly take us as being a couple and he didn't seem to mind it one bit and often played the part laughing afterwards. If you were clever you could read between the lines but I never saw it from my perspective. We spent the last few days relaxing and travelling down the coast visiting San Diego and stopping at various places along the route, at La Jolla we walked along the beach where I felt a certain kind of belonging imaging myself living here and literally falling in to the sea from one of the beach side houses that looked incredibly expensive. Was I sad to be leaving LA after our week, naturally as I had found a love for the beach and not so humid weather we had back in Texas, but you know, it wasn't Medina and it didn't have the beauty and tranquillity of the countryside. I got back in to my studies and returned to the ranch at lunchtime several days after our return. Everyone was out at work and the ranch house was empty apart from the housekeeper, I ran in shouting hello and filling my rucksack with fruit and water. Since the sun was out it was a perfect day to read up about my next course beside the river. The housekeeper Maria called out telling me a package had arrived on the mail table in the entrance hall. I wandered out and picked up the thick envelope it was post marked Manon International. I had almost forgotten anything would come of it, I took it back to our bedroom putting it on the bed and headed off to the river. Returning home later that afternoon Brad and Seth were already home, completely forgetting about my delivery I went straight in to the kitchen and family room grabbing a soda I sat down chatting with them. Brad and I headed to our bedroom to shower and change, we were at that stage where our parents had talked about giving us separate rooms. To my surprise Brad was the one dead set against the idea explaining that we were both happy living in the wing, I didn't seem to get a say in this but frankly I didn't mind as I really enjoyed his company and it kept me grounded. Brad stripped naked and went first then I followed taking slightly longer, it was times like this when you want to taste the forbidden fruit. Seeing him naked I loved how his body looked and the naturalness about his looks, I could see the results of his working out again since returning from university. He wasn't built like Eddie was and reflecting Eddie's build was way to muscular for me, but Brad, he was just perfect and it made my heart ache. Showering and thinking about Brad had got me aroused, think nasty thoughts I said myself trying to get me cock down. When I returned in to the bedroom drying myself I noticed Brad holding the package that came earlier. "You haven't opened this yet" he said handing it to me. I sat on the bed holding the package and looking at it "No, I don't know if I want to" I replied. Brad sat next to me "What are worried about Tommy" he asked putting his arm around my shoulder. I looked at him "The unknown, what if this changes my life and do I want it". For the first time Brad kissed me on the forehead "I will always be here for you and protect you Tom" he said. I gave a little sigh "Yeah, until you have settled down with Melinda" I replied. Brad ignored the response "Well you going to open it then?". Nodding I opened the package and took the folder out that contained a letter on the cover from Patricia. My mouth dropped open as I got in to reading the letter and opened the folder to find a contract inside for one year with a salary of $50k and a clause underneath I didn't understand, it took Seth having a look to explain that the deal gets better if you become a popular model he said with some scepticism. But he told me it was my decision but whatever I decide I must not throw my education away and keep studying. That night Brad had gone in to town to see Melinda so I returned alone to our bedroom, I was tired and leaned over from the bed retrieving my journal it's hiding place. Opening it to a new page I wrote 'It seems like ages since I downloaded what has been going on in my head or life. Next week I fly to LA and do some test shoots for modelling, yeah I know crazy right, but this woman seemed to think I had the looks and persuaded me to try it out. Hands up I am not expecting anything, in fact I don't really want to do it as it means being away from Medina, the one place where I actually feel safe and free. We spent a week in LA which is how I got hunted would be the word to describe the unusual set of circumstances. Anyway it was a great week and I got to spend so much time with Brad and do the things we like to do. I feel more and more for him but my feelings are best kept hidden from him and our family, I just can't stop them as the time we spend together just feels so precious. At times I have to remind myself who he is as much as it breaks my heart I wonder if I will ever find anyone like him. I have not been the same since that day at the river when he held me so close and I can't stop picturing him and I walking in the Medina river laughing and talking without a care in the world. So next week I head off with no expectation, probably an angry photographer who is sexy in a different way. Lets see what becomes of me after this'. I hid the journal away and climbed in to bed switching the bedside light off. The following week on Monday morning I flew over to LA for 3 days, my instructions when I entered the arrivals concourse was to look for a driver holding a sign with my name on, I suppose it was Steve's idea of a joke a man stood there with a sign 'Tom From Texas'. He ushered me towards the car and drove me to Manon International's office, I took the elevator up and surprised to see how busy it was compared to last time I was here. Steve spotted me and laughed "You found the driver then Tom from Texas" he said walking towards me. "Very funny" I replied following him down the corridor to Studio A "Who is the taking the pictures?" I asked him. Steve smiled "Eddie of course, never fear Tom from Texas you don't have tattoos" he said opening the door. What a strange remark I thought unsure what he meant by it, Patricia saw me and came hurrying over and I saw Eddie photographing a male model. Eddie turned and looked at me expressionless, he went back to the model and took a couple of snaps then threw his hands up. For one person he had a plethora of emotions that you would see in one photo shoot the grumpy, happy, irritated, irrational, elated. It was all there and you never knew what you were going to get in what order. Patricia took me behind the screen as Eddie berated the male model several times, stop smiling, smile, lift your chin, your chin stupid. I shook my head knowing this was going to be fun, already deciding if he started on me I would walk. Patricia brought over 10 polo shirts and 5 pairs of shorts, she apologised that she had meetings today but would pop by and check on me in between. Brace for impact I told myself as I changed in to the t-shirt and shorts provided, I could hear Eddie finishing. The male model came round the screen and quickly changed "Good luck with him" he said and stormed off. "How you doing Tom?" Eddie asked appearing around the screen "Came back for more punishment". "Sorry, I am nearly ready" I replied getting frustrated as I didn't want to start on a bad foot with him. Eddie put his camera down and walked towards me "Here let me help" he said straightening the collar of the polo shirt. My eyes accidentally caught his "Thanks, will you go easy on me?" I asked in hope, he looked at me and smiled. "Not a chance" he replied "Well maybe a little" he then said with a glint in his eyes catching me off guard. His hand brushing against the naked skin of my neck "Why do you want me to go easy on you?" he asked. I nervously giggled like a child "It is my first time" I quietly replied. "I know and what else have you never done before?" he asked slowly doing the button watching me. I was captivated by his eyes "Many things" I replied looking at his hands and tattooed arms. "Right come on, time is money" he suddenly said snapping me back to reality. It was definitely peculiar and maybe it was his way of getting me to relax. Anyway the shoot went well and he never got irritated with me instead he would walk over and help position me the first few times, eventually I felt a confidence to respond to him without guidance. You know Eddie really was a nice guy when you took the professionalism out of him and I actually liked working with him. Patricia had come in and sat with us for an hour, even she saw a different side to Eddie as he worked with me. At lunchtime they looked through the photos nodding and pointing I had no idea what was going on. "What has come over you Eddie?" Patricia asked him looking at the photographs. Eddie glanced at her "It's his first day, thought I would cut him some slack" he replied smiling. Patricia picked a photo out "You never cut anyone slack" she replied looking over at me "Do you see it?". Eddie nodded scratching his head "Incredible, you could shoot him from any angle it just works". Patricia left after dropping off some more clothing and we got to work. I was tired, yeah I know, but it is exhausting standing in front of a camera all day trust me. But at 3pm Eddie called time as I was loosing focus a little, he put his camera down 'Amazing Tom' he said walking towards and patting me on the shoulders. Sometimes crazy things come out of my mouth and this was one of them moments "I am not a dog you know". Eddie looked then burst out laughing "What you want me to hug you instead" he asked smiling. I didn't know what to do "No" I giggled stupidly "just thank you so I know it was okay". Eddie turned back to his camera "Oh right, you want me to boost your ego and you end up like the rest of them". "The rest of who?" I asked confusingly. Eddie looked at me "Just don't change and become self centred like the other models" he said. I stood there completely confused by him, hell no actually I was looking at his body under his tight t-shirt before I caught myself. I walked behind the screen and never saw him look over his shoulder at me disappearing from view. Getting changed I was all thumbs and knew it was down to him. So distant yet so very close it was like I could still smell him as if he was close, and he was, leaning against the wall watching me. "Not bad for your first time Tom" he said smiling at me. I looked down fumbling with my bad "Thank you for going easy on me". Eddie laughed "For you I will go easy if it is your first time" he said, I didn't look up in case I looked embarrassed. I smiled still packing my bag, I stood up and looked at him "Let's see what tomorrow brings" I replied. He walked over and hugged me catching me by surprise "Just bring your A game back tomorrow and we will find out". Dazed and totally aroused I walked out of the studio and sat down opposite Steve waiting for my car to arrive to take me back to the hotel, so I may still be a little wet behind the ears but I knew that he appeared to be flirting with me and I loved it. Steve turned to look studying me for a moment. "Did you have fun with Eddie?" Steve asked "Only you didn't run out crying or frustrated". I looked at him curiously "He is nice to work with" I replied. Steve shot a surprised look "Nice?" he remarked "Hmm no one ever says he is nice to work with". "He was very helpful and patient" I said checking I had my phone. Steve shook his head "Gay and bad tempered, models hate working with him but he is one of the best". I chuckled more so knowing he was gay "Maybe people misunderstand him, he does know what he is doing" I replied. Steve laughed at me "Right, one photo shoot and your now a professional Tom from Texas". Steve leaned forward over his desk "Did he try it on with you, I mean your straight right?" he asked me. "No well I don't think he tried it on, flirted a little" I replied but didn't answer about my sexuality. "Eddie has a partner in New York but has casual sex here in LA. Bastard won't even look at me" Steve said huffing. I nodded "Oh so your gay?" I said rolling my eyes to the ceiling at my stupid remark. Steve looked at me "Are you really that stupid you didn't notice I was?". "Sorry I just haven't met that many gay people before" I replied honestly. Steve shrugged his shoulders "Anyway I don't have muscle or tattoos. That's what Eddie likes I his men". "Car is here" Steve called over "See you tomorrow Tom from Texas". Today really did go well and gave me a lot to think about, what I never expected to hear was learning Eddie was gay and I suppose attracted to him but from what Steve said he was hard to get and very specific in his taste of men. I hit the hotel pool and gym, had a little dinner before reading then having a facetime call with Brad, my one sanity check when I was away and it would be these weekly chats that I loved most when not at Medina. The second day and third day was much like the first except there was more people in the studio who I had never met but seemed to know Patricia and Eddie well. I was modelling summer beach wear which involved some quick changes on the scene in front of everyone but thankfully nothing to revealing was required at the moment. Eddie chatted as he photographed me often making me laugh and catching it on camera, he would pause and place his hands on my body moving me gently and encouraging me. The difference towards me was very clear to everyone in the room and they were perplexed, muttering to each other wondering but none of them knew the big ass secret I was hiding about my sexuality and that Eddie was pushing it to the surface. Well to me it was a secret and to them it was life. When I had a break Patricia came over with a robe for me to put on and I sat watching him photograph a different male model, Eddie showed none of the compassion or chatter that they had just seem with me. By lunchtime we finished with a few swimwear shots then I went behind the screen to change for my flight back to Texas and home. The studio emptied except for Eddie and me, excitingly they were all heading to Patricia's office to go through the photos. "You know I have never liked a model as much as I like you" he said surprising me standing there. "Why is that?" I asked "I mean I see how different you are with the other models" I explained. Eddie looked at me "Your different Tom, not pretentious like the ones that come through the door" he said. I shrugged my shoulder "I don't really get it" laughing as I replied. Eddie sat down on the stool "Your just Tom, the man behind the face and you are incredibly nice". "Thanks" I replied unable to even know what to say to him. Eddie smiled "You must get loads of girls throwing themselves at you, do you have a girlfriend?" he asked. I chuckled and shook my head "No" I replied and left it at that. "Boyfriend?" Eddie asked and turned to look at me, I couldn't answer, thankfully the door opened. Steve walked in "Tom from Texas your car is here and I have your flight details for next week" he called out. "Coming" I replied standing "I will see you next week" I said to Eddie who was fiddling with his camera. He looked at me and smiled "Definitely". Steve looked up from his desk as I approached "I will send you through your flight details Tom from Texas". I gazed at him "Stop calling me that" I bantered with him yawning "sorry I'm knackered, it's tiring". Steve tutted "So hard looking at a camera" he laughed "Oh the life of a model". "I am no model" I said chuckling as I walked away "See you next week". Steve turned in his seat "Awe bless The Model called Tom, I think that is what I will call you now, and for the record you are a model" he said smiling. Steve was beginning to be more friendlier towards me and we were getting on quite well. He told me he only liked me as I didn't act like other models which lead me to wonder what they must really be like, since he was the second person to tell me that. But he and most of the other people at Manon International just saw me as Tom from Texas, most just ignoring me. I didn't want fame or fortune or to be the sexiest male model alive, but the word Steve used in the office that day 'The Model Called Tom' would cause me to giggle when he referred to me in that way, those simple words would get banded around the office and before long that was how I would eventually be known. Part of me was glad to be heading home and looking forward to seeing everyone, it felt like so much had happened and I had been away months. I slept in until 10am after talking in to the early hours with my family, they were all interested to find out how things went and what I was wearing and who was I modelling for. I filled them in with as much as I could realising I knew very little only that it was a department store. I did some studying and caught up with my coursework and spent the weekend afternoons with Brad at the river reading and talking. Brad confessing to me how happy he was to have me back for a few days. But time flew and before I knew it I was back at the airport Sunday evening for my flight to LA and this would mark a significant point in my life...

Years back, when I lived in Santa Fe, I drive down to the bookstores in Albuquerque, started a tour, collected a couple of loads in a couple of bookstores before landing in the sleaziest. Booths and movie theater combo, with a dark back room attached to the theatre. Jackpot! Stayed there for around 20 hrs, lost count of loads after 40, but it was a great time. Highlights include getting taken out to the parking lot, bent over the back of a truck and pounded by the big dicked Latino who'd already cum in my twice inside. Later I was in the dark back room, butt naked servicing a line of men. One would fuck me, breed me, then pass me down the line. Heading home, I stopped for gas, and as I was walking in to pay, I felt all that jizz start running down my leg. Had to pay for gas and walk back to my care reeking of pig sweat with my pants soaked!

I was in my 2nd year of grad school when I found out I was poz.* It was a stressful time for me, and it wasn't made any easier by one of my roommates, Tommy. I had answered a roommate-wanted ad in the local paper. There were three of us sharing a small house off-campus. I figured it would be a good situation, until I discovered that Tommy really didn't care about school. All he cared about was getting drunk and partying with his frat brothers. (Tommy was a 6th year senior and my age). Tommy was the son of rich parents (they bought him the house to live in while at school). He was tall and blond, fairly athletic and decently handsome. He had lots of toys (video games, motorcycle, etc) a few girlfriends, but he never kept them around long. Tommy was also a big, closeted faggot. I'd caught guys seeking out of his room before and I'd run into him at the adult bookstore a couple times. It was just one of our little secrets that we never spoke of. Anyway, Tommy had a nasty habit of getting trashed. We're talking wasted to the point of blackout. And vomiting. And pissing in the living room. He actually got this drunk a couple times a month. He would come home at like 2 am, crank the Doors on his stereo, throw one of my frozen pizzas in the oven and then proceed to pass out. This was sometimes on the weekdays when I had class the next day. I couldn't count the number of times the smoke alarm went off because of burning pizza. Needless to say, this was not my ideal living environment and I was desperate for the year to be done so I could leave. I was also getting more and more pissed off at Tommy and stressed out by him. I remember it was midterm time, and I was prepping for exams and working on my thesis (and dealing with being poz). I was in bed one night and I was awakened to hear him start banging around the kitchen. He was making enough noise to wake the whole house. (Thank god our other roommate was sleeping over at his girlfriend's more and more). I heard him go to his bedroom (next to mine) where he turned the TV on at full volume. And it's a porno. All I could hear were the loud moans of some chick having her brains fucked out. I tried to block the sound by putting a pillow over my head, but it was no use. I got up, headed to the kitchen (where I pulled out the pizza out of the oven before it started burning), and then headed to his bedroom to ask him to turn down the TV volume. I knocked on his door a couple of times - no answer, so I walked in. There was Tommy, passed out naked on his bed, face down in a small puddle of vomit, a butt plug in his ass. I walk in and turn down the TV, but I don't turn it off. I was about to, but then I got a very nasty idea. As I said, I was more than a bit pissed off at Tommy and I wanted some revenge. Even though the porn was straight, the dude was hot and had a huge cock. Watching him pummel pussy was actually getting me hard, so I walked over to Tommy and poked him a few times to see if I could get him to wake up. Nope. Just like usual he was out cold. So I experimented a bit by tugging on his butt plug. Damn, Tommy was a huge fucking bottom! The butt plug was thick as my fist at the base. Gentle tugging wouldn't budge that fucker out of his chute, so, I pulled...hard. I watched his assring dilate and then expel that huge toy onto his sheets. It was so fucking HOT! His lube bottle was on his nightstand, so I lubed up my fingers and started violating his hole with my digits. I must admit it was kinda hot to feel the heat of his raw ass around my probing fingers. And I fingered him hard! Still he didn't wake up. He never moved. Between the video and fingering Tommy's fuckpucker, I got a raging hardon that I was going to have to do something about. My first instinct was to jack off all over his back. Then I thought, no, I'll cum all over his face, but then I thought that would be leaving sticky evidence everywhere and he'd be able to put two and two together when he woke up in the morning. Which left me just one other option. It was wrong... it was bad... but damn if he didn't sorta deserve it! I was gonna fuck his rich faggot hole and breed his stupid, insensitive ass. I pulled down my sweats, greased up my 7 incher, climbed gently on top of him, and lined my head up with his hole. I was so turned on and so nervous at the same time. What if Tommy woke up? It would be a bit difficult to explain to him why my dick was in his asshole. But I decided it was now or never and I really wanted to get inside him. So I pushed right on in. The butt plug had done it's job: there was very little resistance as my dick slid inside his hot stinktube. I bottomed out easily inside him, and left it there-- barely daring to breathe. Tommy was still out cold and hadn't moved a muscle, which was kind of a shame. It would have been a bit hotter to have him struggle during my raping of his cunt. Since I hadn't cum in days. I was really close already. But I wanted to fuck him some before charging his guts. So I got into a pushup position, and slowly pistoned his ass with my rock hard meat. The wet heat of Tommy's raw ass around my cock coupled with the porn was more than I could take. So I sped up, thrust a few more times, and then let my load go. I knew I had a good one saved up. I felt my cock pulse eight or nine times, launching volley after volley of toxic sperm into my obnoxious roomate's asshole. I felt so guilty... and so good simultaneously. As soon as I was spent, I slipped out of his ass, grabbed the butt plug, lubed it, and shoved it (somewhat roughly) back into his ass. I thought I should leave him just the way I found him... only with a bit of my DNA seeping into his guts. And the butt plug would prevent any from leaking out during the night. Before I headed back to my own bedroom, I bent down and kissed Tommy gently on the cheek and whispered "Have fun explaining the HIV to your parents."