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Chapter 16 I took Brandon to a small quiet restaurant a few blocks away. There always seemed to be a fair amount of gay guys there so I thought this would be a good experiment. “So, have you ever been to the city before?” “No, this is my first time. I made sure to study all the maps and public transportation information before I left home. I don’t want to have to depend on uncle Pete. I know he’s not crazy about me being here.” “Your uncle’s a good man. I just don’t think he was expecting to ever have a teenager living with him. Give him time.” “Well I must admit when mom made the suggestion I jumped at it, mostly just to get out of there.” “That bad huh?” “She means well,” he said sounding embarrassed. I was having a hard time reconciling the kid sitting across from me with the description doc had given me. “So do you have plans to look at colleges while you’re out here?” Smooth huh. “Well my high school career wasn’t exactly stellar so I’m not sure I can get in to good school.” “Didn’t care much for school, huh?” “No I loved school. I was just working so much that I didn’t have time for homework.” “Why were you working so much?” I already figured I knew what was coming. “Mom said I had to help with the bills.” Yep. “She going to make it without your help?” I asked. “Honestly I don’t really care. Sorry I know that’s harsh. She couldn’t wait to get rid of me. She thought I knocked up this friend of mine so she was afraid she was going to get stuck with the baby.” Okay didn’t see that coming. “Umm, are you the father?” “Oh god no. That’d have meant I’d have to have sex with her. Yea sorry that was never gonna happen.” I burst out laughing. “Sorry I mean I love her, like a sister so the thought of having sex with her, ugh no thanks.” Hmm interesting. “So what made your mom think you were the father?” “She thought because I looked so much older than I was and I had lots of girls as friends so therefore, I must be having sex with all of them.” “I take it that wasn’t the case?” “Nope, not even close.” He blushed and I started getting hard. “Well I kinda see where your mom’s coming from. I mean most 18 year olds are experimenting with sex and if you had all those girls around you I understand why she thought that you were having sex, but it’s not okay that she didn’t believe you when you told her.” “It’s cool I’m used to it. Oh and I’m actually 19.” “Oh sorry, doc said your birthday was next week.” “Yea no, mom never remembers that date either. I’m sure she told him the wrong date.” He took out his license and showed me. “Well damn son, I’d say she gave you the best birthday gift ever by sending you here.” He blushed. “So your uncle told me you like running and hiking. Are those facts accurate or more misinformation?” I smiled at him. He laughed, “no those things are definitely true.” “Well I usually run every morning in the park and I try to go hiking a couple times a month, you’re welcome to join me anytime.” He looked at me kind of funny, “um yea that’s sounds good.” “No pressure, really. I know I’m an older guy and you’d probably rather hang out with someone closer to your age but just thought I’d put it out there.” “No, no, I’d like that. Sorry I just wasn’t expecting it that’s all. Umm, can I, umm ask you a question?” “Absolutely, fire away.” “Is Matty gay?” I chuckled, “sorry that was rude. I shouldn’t have asked.” “Oh no your fine. Matty’s not shy in the least. He won’t care you asked about him and yes he’s very gay.” “Ahh I thought so.” “Do you have a problem with that?” I asked thinking maybe I was wrong about him. “Oh god no! I’ve just not really been around many gay men before that’s all. I mean I know uncle Pete is but mom always said his life style was disgusting.” “Yet she’s okay with you moving to live with him.” He laughed, as long as I’m out of the way she couldn’t give a shit.” “Well son, you’re surrounded by disgusting gay men now.” I winked at him and he turned bright red. “So you’re a, umm, I mean you’re...” “Yep, I’m a card carrying homo,” I said wiggling my eyebrows at him. “Cool.” “So you wouldn’t happen to be one of us, would you?” I didn’t think it was possible for him to go any redder. “Umm, well, I, umm haven’t really had sex yet so I’m not really sure.” Fuck this kid was so hot. “Well plenty of time to explore and find out just what you like. You do jack off right?” “Oh god yes! All the time.” I chuckled, “so when you’re playing with yourself what are you thinking about?” He looked at me like I was crazy. “Do all guys in the city talk so openly about this stuff?” Now it was my turn to laugh. “Sorry, my friends are very open about sex. I forget not everyone is like us.” “It’s cool.” “So,” I winked at him, “how about it?” “Okay fine, I usually watch bi porn or just jack off to someone I find hot.” “So could be either a woman or man?” He gulped, “yep.” “That’s cool, good for you.” Yep rock hard now. Uncle Pete’s nephew would definitely be playing for our team soon.

6. You want Daddy’s load boy?He said, followed by a picture of a beer can thick cock with a pointed head sprouting from a thick bush of mostly white hair. Yes Daddy!I responded. I’ve got a little bit of time now before work. Probably only enough time to fill your cunt and nothing else. That’s fine Daddy. I just NEED your load. I can’t get off anyway.I took a picture of the cage and sent it. His next response was an address a few blocks away. My chest felt tight but the throbbing in my hole and the slight taste of piss on my lips made my cock twitch against its cage and I knew what I needed. This was another new step, a new level in my journey. I pulled on a shorts over the briefs I had been wearing to keep the plug in my hole. Grabbed a tank top from the floor and slipping into a pair of shoes I left the house as I texted the man telling him I was on my way. In less than ten minutes I was buzzing his apartment and walking up the steps. I hadn’t thought about how difficult it would be with the massive plug slipping in and out of my hole and banging against my prostate but I could feel my briefs becoming wet with cum and my cock leaking into the cage. The daddy opened the door in only a towel, he leered at me and told me to get inside. “Turn around,” he said as soon as I was in the door. He closed the door and pressed me into the wall. He yanked my shorts and briefs down saying, “Stick your ass out boy. Now push that plug into my hand.” I relaxed my hole and let the plug fall into his waiting paw. He growled deep in his chest and I heard him set the plug down and drop the towel. Then his hands were on my hips forcing me forward. His pointed cock head found my hole quickly and he wasted no time. “Nice loose wet cunt. I’ll have to use you more often boy. Fill you up with Daddy’s spunk.” He slammed into me as hard as he could and started to pound me. “Most boys complain that I’m too thick for them, but not a slut like you. A caged up little slut begging random men for loads. I know your kind.” He kept up a deep chested breathy string of dirty talk and he hammered away at my slack cunt. I was whimpering and begging him to use me, begging him to fill me with his cum. Then without warning he did. He just stopped talking and forced his cock as deep as it would go. I could feel my hole stretching a little bit further as the thick base of his cock finally pressed into my hole. The now familiar warmth filled my gut and without thinking about it I thanked him. After a moment or two he pulled out, replaced the plug and spun me round to face him. “Good boy,” he said, “I’ll let you know next time Daddy needs a cunt to breed. Now get the fuck out.” He picked up the towel from the floor and walked further into the apartment leaving me to pull my shorts back on and leave stinking of sweat and cum.

Ben arrived at his new massage therapy office. He needed at least two to three a week to deal with his pain and stress. He was injured in a car accident a while ago and it gave him a bad back. It really only hurt when he was stressed and his job was very stressful. After filling out the required paperwork he met his new therapist. His name was Jason. Jason was a nice looking man with tattoos on his arm and neck. He was also tall and muscular. Of course he was also very good looking. That did not mean anything to Ben. He was, at the time, straight. To Ben Jason was the man giving him a massage. "Take your shirts off and lie on the bed face down." Jason instructed. Ben did as he was told. Jason rubbed Ben's back. It was going great. Ben never had a better and more healing then he had ever experienced. Ben was very satisfied. He gave Jason a big tip when done and he wanted to make sure he got Jason next time. He saw the receptionist to set up his next appointment. The receptionist ask if Jason acted un professionally. "No, why?" asked a confused Ben. "He has a side business that he is not allowed to advertise here." Well, Ben did not care about that. He only cared about getting healthy. After a few days he came back. Ben had another great session. He started to notice the artwork on his arm. There was one that was very curious it was the phrase "POZ PRIDE" in the gay rainbow colors. Ben had no idea what that meant and decided it was none of his business. Ben, once again, left very happy. He grabbed a flyer with the full names of all the therapists on it. The receptionist always asked about any talk of his side business. He said no but he decided to see if he could find out anything. He liked Jason and if he could throw some business his way he would. Ben got onto his computer and did an internet search on Jason. He found the side business. Well, he now knew what the receptionist was talking about. His side business was an escort service for men. His web site said he had a no condom rule. He was a an escort that was for men who wanted to catch HIV. Now Ben understood what the POZ PRIDE tattoo meant. The site was full of pictures, testimonials and there were also videos for a fee. "WOW!" Ben thought. He shut down the webpage. He tries to do other things but was distracted. He went back to Jason's page ant started exploring it for a while. He looked at some pictures and found them kind of hot. Ben went to bed later and jacked off to his thought of what he just saw. The next session he felt different when he was touched by Jason. He felt a little turned on. Ben was glad he was wearing pants or his hard-on might show. Jason asked if he was okay. "Yeah, just fine. You always do a great job." Jason seemed okay with that answer. Ben started spending more time on Jason's page. He saw every picture and read every testimonial. Ben decided to pay for access to the videos. He watched as all kinds of men were fucked by Jason and celebrating receiving his gift. Ben was enjoying these more and more with each viewing. He clicked on the make an appointment part of the site but hesitated. He knew what it means. Was he really going to do this. Yes he was. HE made the appointment. He set up for a meeting for the next day. He followed all the cleaning instructions He showed up at the address and was greeted by Jason. "I knew this was going to happen. I could tell after you first visited my page." Jason said. Ben handed Jason his tribute and Jason responded by giving Ben a strong embrace and a passionate kiss. Jason was only wearing a robe and took it off when he finished with his kiss. Ben could see all of Jason's body now. He had seen it in the videos and pictures, of course, but seeing in in front of him was something else all together. His body are was easier to make out now. There were all kinds of tattoos. He had gay, poz and pentagrams on his body. "Now we begin. We are going to do something special, not seen on the videos you watched." Jason told, no ordered Ben to strip naked. Ben obeyed. He was in pretty good shape himself but nothing like this man in front of him. Ben felt weak kneed. "Kneel down" Jason commanded. Ben did as told. "Worship my cock." Ben did not know what to do so he prayed to this 10 inch icon in front of him. "Good, now take it in your mouth my new bitch." Ben started to give his first blow job. He could not take much as he was so inexperienced. Jason laughed, "we will work on that." Pulling his dick out he said to follow him to the ritual room and strip. The ritual room was lit with candles and he could barley see the what was on the walls. Jason had Ben lie on a bed on his back. Jason then started a weird incantation. Jason seemed to have red eyes. He was not sure if it was the candles or something else. "It is time to begin." Jason started to rub his finger on Ben's ass and pushed a finger in. Jason rubbed his finger inside Ben and made some cuts inside of him. "It is time. From now on call me Master, understand my Bitch and that is your name from now on, understand my Bitch?" "Yes my Master." The Master soon started to push his dick into his Bitch's ass. This was really happening Ben, no now he was Bitch, thought. Taking his first dick was magical. It was painful as it was going in. Since there was almost no lube and his hole was cherry made it more painful. Bitch found he enjoyed the pain. Each inch slowly opened up his bitch cunt. Bitch was loving it. "Please Master fuck me as hard as you can." Master got an evil look on his face. It seemed to change completely. He looked demonic now his tongue seemed longer, his face seemed to be scalier. He was not sure what was going on. Then again he did not care. He just wanted to feel his Master's hard cock fuck him. Master said, "Are you ready to feel it all?" His voice sounded like two people were talking. "Yes" "Good." He thought he was going crazy but it felt like Master's dick was getting even bigger inside of him. He was fucked for what felt like hours, as it turns out it was. Bitch never wanted to stop but it was going to be soon. "I am ready to cum. Soon my death sperm will fill you up and make you a poz like so many others. Are you ready for this?" "Yes my Master." "Good." Then he could feel his hot toxic deadly cum. I felt like a fire inside of him a good one. As his Master finished giving his seed he took a small knife and made a little cut on his hand. he put the blood into a saucer like dish next to the bed. Bitch almost passed out from all of this. As he rested the Master then collected what came out oh Bitch's ass on the same dish. The Master said another incantation over it and then fed the contents to his Bitch. "Sleep now my new servant. You need it. We are just beginning." Thank you for reading this. I hope you enjoyed it. Now I am going to do something unusual. I want you to continue this story. I want to see where the readers here take these two. To me we are a community so I want this story to be community driven.

Chapter 17 We got back Dr. Manning’s office to find an empty waiting room. “Why don’t you just have a seat and let me see if I can find your uncle. I walked down to his office and stuck my head in, “hey doc.” “Hey, how’d it go?” “I have a question for you first. Just what’s his mom really like?” “My sister?” I shook my head yes. “Honestly she’s a piece of work. I tried to help her out when she was younger but she didn’t want anything to do with me, so I stopped trying. Why, what’d the brat say?” “I think you’ve totally misjudged the kid. He seems pretty good and I think him coming to live with you will be a good thing.” “Huh, So he’s not as bad as my sister said?” I started laughing, “so you decided to take her word without giving the kid a chance?” “Oh fuck you’re right. I am so going to hell.” “Oh honey, according to half the world and a lot of our own kind our twisted motherfucking ways sent us there a long time ago.” He laughed, “good point. Okay I guess I should go meet my nephew for real now. Thanks for talking me off the ledge today.” “Anytime. Thanks for your loads. Wish we had time for a repeat but you should get out there. I’m guessing Matty and Chris took off.” “Yea sorry. They weren’t sure how long you’d be.” “It’s cool. I’m going take off. Let me know if I can help.” I said goodbye to Brandon and told him where and when I started my run every morning. I really didn’t expect to see him but you never know. The next morning at 6am I was up and at the park. I looked around not really expecting to see him but was pleasantly surprised to spot him next to the entrance of the park using a bench to stretch. Oh fuck me! He was wearing tight running shorts that had definitely seen better days. Let’s just say they didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Hey Brandon good to see you.” “You’re sure it’s okay that I join you?” “Absolutely, it’ll be nice to have the company.” He saw me checking out his shorts and started to pull them down a bit self-consciously. “You look hot in those shorts. You’re going to have all the guys chasing after you.” “I know they’re a bit old but they’re my only pair.” “Don’t worry about it honestly you look hot but if you want I can hook you up with some other shorts.” “Thanks but you don’t have to that.” “It’s no problem. What do you say we do this.” He shook his head yes and off we went. He was a great runner. His form was flawless. I dropped back a bit, partially because he was really pushing me, damn youth, and partially because it allowed me to check out his amazing ass. I couldn’t wait to bury my cock deep inside those cheeks. I normally wear a tank top when I run so the top of my biohaz tat is visible and about half way through my run I’ll take it off so there’s no mistaking what I’m offering, but I didn’t want to spook Brandon, so today I just wore a t-shirt, not that he’d even know what the biohaz meant anyway. We finished our run and he looked so sexy. He was sweating a lot so he grabbed the bottom of his shirt to use it as a towel for his face. When he lifted it up I got a peek at his tight stomach covered with a layer of fur. Dear god I needed to find someone to fuck and fast. As we were cooling down he said, “thanks for letting me run with you I really enjoyed that.” “Anytime.” “Umm, So you mentioned you go hiking too?” “Yep, a couple hours outside the city there’s are some great trails. I was planning on going tomorrow if you’re interested.” “Are you sure you don’t mind, I really don’t want to get in the way.” “No it’s cool. It’ll be fun.” We made arrangements for where we were going to met in the morning then said our goodbyes. As I entered my building I noticed my favorite doorman was still working. He worked the evening shift so was usually gone by now. “Hey Manny you’re here late.” “Just leaving now. Covered for one of the guys who was running late this morning.” He looked me up and down and said, “Where’s the tank top today? I miss not seeing your ink peek through on your sexy back.” He winked at me. Manny loved to flirt with anything that moved and it was usually just friendly banter but this morning after spending time with Brandon I was so fucking horny I was didn’t even think twice about taking it further than normal. “Oh sorry about that didn’t now you were looking. Here, how’s this?” I took my shirt off and turned my back to him. I heard him catch his breath. When I turned back around I could see he was starting to get hard. “You know, you’re always welcome to come up and inspect my tats more closely.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “if I come upstairs I’m gonna do more than inspect your tats.” I reached down grabbed his hardening crotch and said, “thank god! Let’s go!” The moment the door was closed behind us he pushed me to the floor and ordered me to take his cock out. It was about 7” and pretty thick. I immediately started sucking him off while undoing his pants to get them totally out of the way. “Damn, I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you man. You’re such a fucking slut, bringing a different guy back to your apartment every night, advertising you’re a bugged up whore on your back for the world to see. Bet you want my strain too don’t you slut?” I was rock hard. I pulled off his dick, dropped my shorts, got on all fours and said, “damn right! Now shove that poz dick deep inside my pussy and make me pay for teasing you with my ass.” He didn’t miss a beat and slammed into me his balls bouncing off my ass. “Harder man, give it to me.” “Fuck yea you like it rough don’t you slut.” “Oh my god yes! Pound me, fucking recharge my ass.” He didn’t last much longer and was soon filling me with his load. His dick plopped out and I immediately cleaned it off. “Damn Manny! Thanks you have no idea how bad I needed that this morning.” “Any time Scotty, only next time you’re fucking me man.” “I think that can definitely be arranged. So you toxic?” “No not right now, I’m undetectable.” “Damn too bad. Nothing hotter than mixing strains.” He had a funny look on his face. “You’re not on meds?” “Nope,” I grinned at him. “Fuck that’s twisted man and extremely hot. So you a gifter?” “Absolutely!” “Damn that’s hot. Been thinking about going off my meds. I have a bud that’s been begging me to knock him up. At first I thought he was crazy but the more he talks about it the more turned on I get. Sick right?” “Yea, you’re asking the wrong person that question. I chased and wouldn’t have it any other way. So I don’t think your buddy’s sick at all and judging by the state of your dick, I’d say your coming around too.” He was rock hard again. “Damn, if I didn’t have to get to work I’d take another load from you.” He looked down at his hard dick and said, “Yea I think you’re right. I’ve got a lot to think about.” I gave him a kiss and hurried to get ready for work.

Part 7 - March 2016 To Byron it appeared Sam was pretty normal since he returned to London in January. Marcus had called to ask them to help out again. Their dance tutor realising it was an opportunity allowed them to skip a couple of lessons for rehearsals. The same dance crew turned up and Jack spotting Byron ran over lifting him in to the air hugging him. Over his shoulder Byron noticed the odd glances between Sam and Kurt, the coolness of how they said hello had him wondering if they had a falling out. Marcus saw the glint in Byron's eye as he went over to say hello and kissed him on the cheek. It was Kurt's voice interrupting them that stopped Marcus from wanting to kiss Byron properly, he had no idea what had come over him. Kurt hugged Byron and was biding his time not rushing in on him like he did with Sam, he was patient and knew in the end he would come running for him. It was almost as if you could smell the sexual desperation given off by Byron. The show was an afternoon gig filmed for TV. Sam was meeting up with his parents who had come in to the city to take him to dinner and catch up. Sam was angry inside and wanted to leash it on Kurt but couldn't do it in front of everyone. Kurt watched as Sam said good bye to Byron who insisted he was fine and could get home easily on the tube network. His opportunity came so easily, there was no way he was going to let this slip by. "Are you going home already?" Kurt asked appearing behind Byron. Byron turned going all shy being so close to Kurt "Yeah, I have classes tomorrow" he said trying to not look Kurt in the eye. "Don't be silly come and hang out, my hotel it is only round the corner" Kurt said quietly "please Byron". He was suckered in so quickly wanting to sex this man "Sure, just for a couple of hours" Byron replied. Byron said good bye to the crew and hugged Marcus then left the building waiting around the corner for Kurt. He appeared 10 minutes later smiling. Kurt was charming and so complimentary to Byron, he need not have bothered as Byron was already in the frame of mind to have wild sex with him. The reception of the hotel paid no attention to Kurt and Byron as they walked through and in to the elevator heading up to the 9th floor. The doors closed leaving the world behind, before the elevator even moved Kurt was on Byron feeling the sexual tension 'fuck Byron I want you' he said in between kissing Byron, spearing his tongue in to his mouth loving the joyful sound Byron made. The elevator pinged and Kurt released a ruffled up Byron. He fumbled with the key card delaying Byron who got inpatient with him. Pushed through the door in to the bedroom the arms of Kurt circled around his body and lifted him effortlessly into the air. Byron's face shot forward to Kurt's mouth kissing him passionately whilst the door was still closing, eventually the lock clicked in to place as Byron was dropped on the bed and Kurt began stripping his clothes and throwing them all over the room. Byron had his trousers and underwear around his ankles and Kurt removed them completely letting Byron remove his top. He ran his hands along Byron's body, up and down round and round, feeling every inch of the perfectly young muscled body. Kurt didn't need any words or even expect any talk, the lad laying on his bed was desperate for sex already leaking precum from his beautiful seven inch cock that bounced around. Kurt leaned over and took Byron's cock in his mouth hearing him groan in delight, he licked and sucked all the precum then moved up to Byron's mouth kissing him deeply. Byron's legs already hitched themselves around Kurt's thighs rubbing against his skin hoping to entice him to get on with the fucking. He took the hint and pushed Byron's legs over his head and spat on his hole several times watching his saliva run across Byron's perfectly quaint hole before diving in with this tongue. Byron squealed at the sensation, unexpecting this move his body didn't know what to make of it but it felt so good. He could feel Kurt's tongue circling his hole and probing depositing saliva and moistening him up. Kurt leaned forward and kissed Byron positioning his legs on the bed and holding Byron's legs over his body he moved his cock to within striking range. He eased the head up against the tight hole and teased it open pushing the head of his cock inside aided by his spit. Byron gasped 'fuck' he muttered and cried, a look of agony across his face as his ass was unnaturally forced open, he managed to mutter the word 'oh fuck' before Kurt's hand covered his mouth as he slowly jabbed and tore his way in to Byron's ass. He gripped Kurt's biceps, his fingers digging in pushing and trying to stop him, he pulled back slightly then pushed forward again forcing more of his eight inches in to Byron, Kurt released a massive moan feeling the ass surrounding his cock, stretching it wider as he went deeper. The fingers burned in to his biceps sensing his pubic hair had touched Byron's ass he pushed the last inch quickly and deep. Byron's body twisted and his back arched, the fingers stopped digging in to his flesh to be replaced by Byron now holding his biceps, his eyes watering from the sheer pain. Byron was hungry for it and he never expected it to hurt this much, but the power and desire to have sex won over and allowed him to endure the pain. Kurt released his hand over Byron's mouth and placed it on his shoulder holding him in place. Kurt moaned as he ground his hips up against Byron's ass 'You want me baby don't you' he asked looking Byron in the eye who nodded 'say it, tell me you want me to breed you' he said teasing Byron with jolts of his cock 'arrggghh' Byron said gripping the biceps again 'tell me Byron' he said again, 'fuck yes, I need it'. It was not good enough for Kurt he wanted to hear Byron say it 'tell me you want breeding Byron' this time he rolled his head back arching his back feeling Kurt's cock moving around inside him 'urrhhh god yes breed me' he replied. Kurt instantly leaned forward and kissed Byron 'I have wanted to breed you for so long' he said looking Byron in the eye and letting his hips begin their work. Byron relaxed his body feeling the a more pleasurable state of sex taking over, the strokes caressing inside his ass gently. Their lips meeting his mouth filled with Kurt's tongue as he sensually kissed him slowly he pulled out and in. His ass nicely adjusting to Kurt's cock his moans of pleasure barely audible, his hand moved around behind Kurt's neck. He felt the change in rhythm as Kurt began to pick up speed and fuck Byron even harder, Byron's hands grabbed hold of Kurt's hips almost pulling him in deeper. Kurt stretched his body up allowing his hips to slam hard in to Byron who cried and begged for more. He went back to kissing Byron again, never once missing a beat with his cock that was deep inside. Kurt repeatedly stretched his body up slamming hard two or three times then back to kissing and teasing Byron driving him wild in pleasure. Kurt's balls ached wanting to explode, this was no ordinary fuck, he felt connected with Byron. He strained trying to control releasing to early but his 5 day pent up load wanted to breed. Grabbing Byron's hands he pinned them above his head and leaned forward, Byron gasped and moaned as Kurt began rapidly pounding, precum tinged pink trickled out as Kurt held him unrelentingly pumping harder. Suddenly Byron rolled his head back again his body twisting, Kurt felt the twitching in his ass and knew Byron was going to orgasm. He cried and grabbed Kurt hard around his neck, he cock spewing copious amounts of seed across his chest and bed, his ass muscle twitching intensified and brought Kurt over the edge and he slammed in deep and hard catching Byron off guard. Kurt looked down at Byron staring deep in to his eyes 'fuck yes baby, gonna breed ya good' he said, his cock began rapid firing his five day load, the toxic load shot out splattering against Byron's anal wall hitting the fissures and tears coating them in his toxic semen. His orgasm lasting nearly 30 seconds, his body tensing every time he released forcing his cock deeper before his balls stopped contracting and relaxed. Kurt slowly massaged Byron's ass allowing him to feel the cock inside of his body. Byron wiped his watering eye, panting heavily he held on to Kurt whilst he nursed the seed deeper in to his body. Kurt collapsed on top on Byron and slipped his arms around him, he smiled looking at Byron where they laid enveloped around each others bodies. He stroked Byron's face 'perfect gift for a perfect guy' he said kissing Byron hard. His two hours turned in to an overnight where he ended up taking 4 more loads before he had to call time from a painfully sore ass. Byron walked along the street approaching the flat a different person, he couldn't believe he behaved so slutty last night and begged to be fucked time after time with Kurt. The man was an animal he laughed to himself putting the key in the door. He showered and went to his first class, Sam had already left and he wondered how he was going to explain his absence last night. Sam never questioned or asked about that night but he did wonder if his friendship was cooling off with Byron. As the summer come around Byron was doing a 2 week run in a singing and dancing show incorporating tap. As much as he tied to persuade Sam to audition he flat refused reminding Byron that his tap was no where as good. Sam's first love of dance was ballet and he was doing two performances a week in a production of Swan Lake in Hammersmith that was to run for 5 months. Byron sat at the audition that May afternoon, fanning himself with a brochure feeling uncomfortably hot. For the first time he failed an audition as his voice gave out after the first verse of the song. He apologised and said he appeared to be coming down with a cold and left for home. Sam walked in to find Byron vomiting in the toilet. "That's an extreme way to maintain your figure" Sam joked before he realised that Byron looked sick. Byron walked back to bed "Reckon this is flu I have got?" before remembering Jack's warning about Kurt. Sam sat on his bed "I've seen those symptoms' before" he said in a quiet voice. Byron looked over at him "What is it?" he asked. Sam shuffled on the bed "Have you had sex with anyone?" he asked feeling embarrassed. Byron looked at Sam and nodded "Yes, it was a mad moment, we didn't even discuss condoms". That was enough indication to Sam that Byron was gay "Oh Byron" Sam broke down crying and hugging him. "What's that for?" Byron asked looking at Sam. Sam wiped his eyes "I didn't know for sure if you were" he said "gay I mean". Byron held Sam's hand "Are you then, as I could never really tell?" he asked Sam nodded and looked up at Byron "I think you need to visit a clinic" he suggested. Byron looked Sam in the eye and nodded "I think I have contracted HIV" he said. "Do you know who it was?" Sam asked Byron getting off the bed and fetching some clothes for Byron. Byron nodded "Yes, I spent a night with Kurt" he confessed. Sam looked at Byron "A night, well at least yours wasn't a 15 minute fuck in a toilet cubicle" he said. Byron stood "Oh" he replied then looked at him "Oh my god did you and he as well?" he asked Sam nodded "Yes when you and Jack went out for dinner that night and left us in the studio". Byron put all the pieces together and hugged Sam hard. Two weeks later Sam hugged Byron who was having a breakdown receiving confirmation that he had indeed contracted HIV. Byron had decided to hold off medication until he needed to go on it, in his anger he fired off a text to Kurt releasing his anger and warning him not to come near Sam or him again. Sam was enjoying sex on the odd occasion at weekends, importantly his friendship with Byron was stronger than ever. Both wanted each other but neither would broach the subject, instead they both landed work up until December. Sam walked in to the flat after finishing to find Byron sat on his bed miles away "What's wrong?" he said Byron looked up "Nothing" he replied "well sort of. It's Stefan, I have to tell him but I am worried". Sam sat down next to him "I thought he loved you unconditionally, isn't that what you said?" he replied. "Yeah, but this might put a wall between us" Byron said wiping his eyes. Sam looked at him "Did... I mean well, you and him?" he asked trying to find the words. "No, god no" Byron chuckled "he is straight I told you that" he said trying to keep a straight face. Sam laughed "Yeah but he dumped his girlfriend for you. So you never did anything?" he asked again Byron shrugged "Maybe, but not sex, we sleep together and he sort of kissed me once with a chocolate" he smiled. Sam slapped Byron's leg laughing "Come on lets go out and eat I am starving".

I don't have a moral compass - always up for anything. At about 11 pm, I got a message on Grindr asking to come over for cuddles. I go along. Matt - 40, white, runner's build, hairy, black hair, brown eyes, handsome - opens the door, looking all cute in his spex and jumper with yellow geeky socks and cute underwear showing a big bulge. I follow him to the bedroom, a bit surprised that the main room's door is closed. After about half hour of kissing and cuddles, Matt asks if I would like some G and T. We are in our underwear and socks by then, trying to keep warm in November cold. Me: You don't mean Gin and Tonic, do you? Matt: Haha, no. I meant GHB and methamphetamine. They get you high. Me: Sure - sounds fun. Matt: Cool. Let me get some from the kitchen. Oh, and by the way, my roommate is there in the living room with his friends. Don't worry they are just chilling and won't be an issue. Me: Cool. Matt gets the stuff. Matt: Here, drink this. It will taste awful, but will feel good. cheers Matt: This is a waterpipe. I will heat up the T and you need to suck as much as possible Me: Haha, suck as much as I can, eh? (I say brushing his chest) Matt: *chuckles* Here you go I suck in for a while, chest puffed up. I exhale and say, "interesting" Matt: What? Me: I can feel something, not sure what. I am sort of controlling so I usually end up drinking loads for me to be buzzed haha. Matt: Just take a few more, it will be fine. Trust me. I am here He smiles his cute smile. I cannot believe a guy as cute as him is standing next to me, smiling, half naked. I take a deep breath, and do a couple of more puffs. Matt: How do you feel? Me: Good. A bit swirly. Want to get on bed? Matt: Yea. Let me blow a few clouds too. He does a few, and gives me more. I start kissing him deep. Tongues deep in his mouth, sloppy wet kisses, I moan and feel his butt Our cocks getting hard and rubbing each other. I become brave and reach inside his underwear and give his cock a hard squeeze. I let out a moan as he moans, feeling his beercan. He takes my hand out and I look at him questioningly. Me: All ok? I am so fucking horny now man. Look. I point at my boner Matt: yea. Just thinking how to make this better. I think we should slam. Me: eh? Matt: Inject T. Its so much better than smoking. Me: Umm...I don't know. Is it safe? Matt: Yea, just fun man. I know how to do it. We don't have to do it, but I would like it if we do. So, babe? Me: Sure. Matt: Yay! I will get them ready. He takes a few syringes out and opens them. Fills them up with the powdered T. Tells me he will give me a 0.2 and he will do a 0.4. Me: You might as well give me 0.4. I have handled it well so far right? Matt: Sure! He asks me to hold my arm out. Ties a tornique. Asks me to close my eyes. Matt: Sharp Scratch. And its done. He releases my torniquet and asks me to raise my hand up and put pressure on my elbow. Me: wow. I definitely feel something. Matt: No cough? That's impressive. Sure its your first time? I am speaking quickly now, chattery. Me: Told yea...mmmhmm....mmhmm...controlling.... My hands are wanking my cock. Matt: Ok Hold still for just a min. I do as I told. Matt: Haha don't shake your leg and take a deep breath. I do so. Matt slams me on my other arm all of his. Me: FUCK! I start breathing heavily. Body shaking. Sweating. My hearing goes robotic. Vision blurry. Matt: Feels good? Me: yea. I donnow. You want to have sex? I say, playing with my nipples. Matt: Sure - I will be back in a min. I have to do mine. I lay on the bed on my fours. I hear a few coughs from the living room. My brain trying to control and make sense of it. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, reminding myself to enjoy this. I feel energetic waves just travelling all over my body. My cock is leaking prekum. I take my underwear off and spit on my hands and rub it on my crotch. I keep moving - holding still is not an option. We need to do something. Matt comes in and leaves the door open. His expression crazy and eyes wide too. He comes on the bed, slaps my ass, falls on top of me and starts kissing me. Arms around my neck. Matt: I am going to make you a little piggy babe Me: Mmhmmm. MMhmmmm. Yea. MMm ...Fuck. I cannot mmhmmm mhmm hold still mhmm...Is this normal mm hmm mhmmm..? Matt: Yea babe. Once you are busy your mind will shut up. How about you get on your 4s and suck me? Me: Sure I turn around so quick. My ass sticking out in the air facing the door. I start sucking Matt's big beercan cock. I slap it around my face a bit and look at him. He looks back and slaps my face slightly. Then he holds my face and shoves his full 10" in my mouth and holds me there. I try and revolt but his grip is hard. A slap on my ass distracts me. He lets me go and my face is smeared with saliva and his precum. He holds my face again and this time makes me go slowly on his cock. I come up for air. We kiss. Matt: Lets give you another G. Me: Sure. I gulp it down. Matt: You trust me? Me: I smile and say yes. We kiss again. He stands on the other edge of the bed. I go down on him again, ass up in the air facing the door. He keep slapping my ass. Then he holds my face tight and as I struggle, I feel something cold and burning at the same time in my ass. My hands are pinned down and by this time my ass is on fire. He releases me, slaps my face with his cock. Me: Whh...mm..at? Matt just smiles. And a big cock shoves inside my ass. I moan and he shoves his cock up in my face. I moan. He lets his cock out of my mouth. Matt: You don't mind that my friends have sex with us do you? The guy behind me, Aaron, is fucking me super hard at this point. Me: You ...mhmmm. should have...mm.....oh yea....all good....mmm... My hands are released and I put them down and just enjoy and let out moans as I am fucked. Aaron pulls out, and after a few seconds I feel a bigger, thicker cock in. I look up and see Aaron for the first time - 35, jock, smooth, and his 8" smelling of my ass. Aaron: Hi slut Me: Mmhmmm. Hey. Aaron: Suck my cock bitch. Matt has started to fuck me super hard, opening my hole. Laughing and calling me his boi. This goes on for a while. They stop, turn me around. And smile. Matt: Feel good? Me: Yea. Fucking my hole is on fire. My mmhm..head is spinning mmhmm. And I want mmhmmm to be fucked please mmhmm - deep, hard, bad, rough. Fuck. Aaron: Good boy. You will do anything we say won't you boy? Me: Yes please. I start to finger myself. Matt: Haha, little slut. Here, drink some juice. I gulp down a glass. Matt: Let's take him to the living room. Aaron helps me up. Bends me over quickly. Shoves his cock in at once and takes it out. Puts a plug in. And then drags me to the living room. Matt: Gents, this is our slut for tonight. Twice slammed. Once booty bumped. And he would like to be fucked. I look at everyone, and try to smile. Wipe my forehead. Aaron keeps firm at the plug. One of the young boys there, 20, skinhead, throws me a towel. Pete: Name's pete. First time high? Me: Mmhmmm Pete: Like it? Me: mmhmm..Yes Pete: Want my cock? He wacks out his 9" thick cock from his shorts and slaps it in his hand. Me: Yes please. Pete: Get on the sling! I notice at the other end there is a sling. I had only seen it in porn till then. Aaron and Matt help me on the sling and don;t let me take the plug out. The oldest man there, Paul, gets up and takes his shorts off. Paul: Destroy him? *smirking to the other 3* They nod yes. Paul: Boy, you are going to get your ass gaping tonight. My eyes go wide. Trying to make sense and protest. Paul: You know you got fucked bare right? Without a condom? I gasp and try and get off the sling. Aaron and Pete hold me. Me: Oh mmhmm...shit...mhmmm..I am ..mhmm...neg...Are you mhmmm? Paul: Yes, we all are. Me: Mmhmm....oh phew! Mmmhmm...condoms now? Matt: Babe, you want one more slam? Me: I mhmmm...don;t know......you decide mhmmm.... Matt: Aaron, Pete - you slam this slut. Pete and I will lube his ass up. Matt hands me a drink. Here, drink. Pete helps while I gulp it down. Aaron and Pete slam me together. I cough and my eyes roll. All voices become blurry and I my hole feels so warm. I let out a giant moan. Me: Fuck me please. I hear a few laughs. A few coughs. My head is spinning and all I know is that my body is on fire and all I want is to be fucked. Paul, Pete, Aaron and Matt all start to piss on me - Aaron on my head and body, Pete in my mouth, Matt and Paul on my ass. Their piss goes in as the plug has openings on both sides. Me: Oh fuck. In the background, I hear - smile, you are on camera bitch. All I know is my my head is in grips in Aaron's hands and I am sucking his cock. Someone is playing with my nipples - pulling them. And that the plug is out and my ass is being fucked hard. This lasts a while, the cocks in my ass and mouth replaced as they take turn. They pull me off the sling, put me on my hands and knees. I am licking someone's feet and there is more piss. My face is yanked up and down as they like and a cock is shoved in my throat - it all tastes bitter. Matt finally comes beneath me and kisses me. Someone's cock is completely inside me and we stop moving. He looks at me and says: Matt: Good cuddles? Me: *Trying to make sense of it all, body on fire, loving the cocks* Yea ...mhmmm...different....but feels so ....nnhmmm...dirty Matt: Should we stop? Me: No Please. Matt: Good boy. You wanted to be a slut, didn;t you? Me: Yea..mhmm..I guess. Paul slaps my ass. Me: Yes. Matt: I knew it. We are going to take care of you boy. You don't want us to stop right? Me: No. Matt: Even if we want to fuck you without condoms? Me: mmhmm...guess its ok.....mhmm...you are all neg....mhmmm Matt: We can stop. Me: No, mhmm...is ok. Matt: Good slut. You care that we have pissed on you? Me: It...mhmnn...was bitter....and my ass...is burning...mhmmmm.But it made my head spin. Matt: You will do what we say, yes? Me: Yes sir. Matt: You want your hole open? Me: yes sir Matt: You want raw cock, don;t you? Me: mhmmm Matt: You don't? Me: I guess.. Matt: Say it slut. He chokes my throat and Paul slaps my ass hard. Tears come out of my eyes Me: mmmhmmm I .... Pete: Let's make this boy a bitch. Aaron and Pete slam me again and I just start to shake and give in Me: Please let's fuck Matt: You want raw cock? Me: Yes please let's fuck Matt: Good slut Aaron hands me a drink. Pete goes and pisses on my ass and Paul comes and starts to fuck my face. Matt and Pete both put their cocks in my ass. I moan and scream but Paul holds my head and pisses down my throat. Matt;s hands are on my nipples and Aaron is helping stretch my ass. I am double fucked in turns, Matt's cock always in me. Me groaning like a wild animal. Me: MMhmm..Yea..Fuck me...yea.. Paul: Fucking bottom slut Pete: Bareback whore My ass is red Me: Fuck me...mmhmm...yea Matt: What do you want? Me: I want more cocks in me. Fuck me..mhhmm...harder...faster...mmhmmm Matt: There's my slut. Say it into the camera Me: Fuck me..mhmm..please Fuck my hole. Fuck me bareback please Matt: Yea? Bareback slut? Me: Yes please? I start moving but they hold me and pull out. They get me on the sofa on my back. Paul sitting on my face with his cock. Aaron starts to put fingers in while Matt holds my cheeks apart and Pete is filming. Pete: Yea, he is a slut all right. Filthy little fucker. PIggy going to take his first fist I don't even say anything. I keep trying to take more of Paul's cock in my face. He pulls out and slaps my face with his cock. Sits besides me and makes me sniff his pits and lick them. Then he makes me lick his man hole. Then he stops and holds my head in a grip and says Paul: The camera needs to see your twisted face, slut Me: I look at the camera Paul: You like being a bareback slut? Me: Mmhmm..yea...please don't stop. Matt: We are going to fist you boy. With that, Aaron starts to push deep. I moan and writhe. Paul holds me down. Aaron pulls out and pushes back in. Making a swish sound. He does that over and over. I moan and writhe. Pete keeps the cam on my face and asks me to keep looking at it. Aaron goes gentler this time. Paul is holding my legs back and Matt is still holding my cheeks apart. Matt spanks me hard all of a sudden and Aaron's fist goes in. I let out a moan and try and arch my back but Paul holds me down. Aaron keeps still. Matt lets go and starts to piss all over my cock, lifting my ass up slightly so it goes in above Aaron's fist. I lose it and make nonsensical noises. And Aaron takes it out and pushes back in again with force. I keep making noises. Paul: He is flying hard. Look at the boy. He smiles and kisses me. They turn me around. Put me on my fours. Pete sits in front of me. Aaron handles the camera. Matt and Paul behind me - starting to stretch my ass and putting few fingers each. Pete starts to call me a faggot slut and slap my face with his foot. he starts to use my mouth to clean himself - his feet, legs, ass, hole, cock, balls, pits, lips. Paul and Matt keep stretching and have 4 fingers each in me at this point. They take it out and Aaron slides down so his feet are on my face. Matt lies down so his crotch is touching Aaron's crotch and his face between Aaron's. Paul and Pete help me up so I can squat. They push me down and pull my cheeks as they are doing so so both of their cocks are up my ass. I let out a scream and Pete shoves his cock in my face. Pulls me so now I am holding him by the legs. My knees are almost on the sofa. Both cocks in me. And I feel Paul trying to put his in. I shake my head. Me: Mmhmm....no please. Pete slaps my face. Pete: You are a slut boy, you will do as told. Me: Mhmmm...Hurts ...mhmm.please Matt and Aaron push me off them and I fall on my stomach on the sofa. They slap my ass hard and get up. Time for a break!

If a bottom will all knowingly after discussion invite and allow a Top to be inside of his cunt RAW, then he WILL be getting bred. Personally, I never use condoms, and NEVER pull out. My seed is always dumped inside, and dumped in as deep as my Dick will reach!

Went to midnight mass because there was a hot guy I needed to lock down as my next victim

Making My Dreams Cum True I went to a leather bar in New York, dressed in my leather chaps, vest and cap. I had been there several times, hoping on each occasion to hook up with one particular very hot Leather Man. We had eyed each other a few times, but nothing had happened. This particular Friday night I intended to try harder, so I wore a worn, tight pair of 501s which displayed my tight ass quite well. Shortly after entering the bar, I headed to the men’s room, and in the process brushed-up against him as he lounged against the bar. Sure enough he followed me into the restroom, and stood at the urinal next to me. Naturally, my cock immediately came to attention and, upon noticing it, he drawled “Boy, that cock sure looks good, and your butt looks even better!" I replied “I’d sure like your cock to know my tight hole better.” Giving me a somewhat sinister look he asked “You bareback?” “Well, I’ve never been barebacked, but you’re so hot I think I just might. If you’re safe.” “Yeah, I’m safe,” he replied, and with that we agreed to meet the following night at his place. Finally Saturday night arrived. All day I had been both excited and leery of barebacking with him, but the thought of playing with him took control. At least that’s what my asshole seemed to be saying as it twitched throughout my day time activities. When I arrived at his apartment he gave me a drink to relax, and it definitely worked. In short order I was so fucking horny I don’t think I had ever before felt so excited. Looking back, I’m sure he had spiked my drink, just to put me in the mood to have my neg hole used raw. He took me down into his dimly lit dungeon where a leather sling hung next to a leather draped which was illuminated by two large candles on opposing sides of the table. He instructed me to lay in the sling. I eagerly complied, and within seconds found myself restrained. He opened a drawer which was filled with toys. My cock remained rock hard as I anticipated the pleasures that were before me as he selected a large dildo and slowly worked it up my quivering hole. Man, I was utterly overwhelmed in sexual excitement, and naturally wanted more and more, so I was not all that surprised when I found myself begging for his raw cock, which only made him ply my hole all the harder. Even so, after thoroughly loosening up my ass, he slowly and deliberately removed his leather cod piece, and then lowered the sling so he could straddle over my mouth, ordering me to slowly lick his cock and announce my desires. So I found myself speaking to his cock, telling it I wanted, no, I needed hot cum in my hole. Slowly his cock began to rise. Damn, it was unbelievably large – perhaps as much as nine inches of pure man muscle, when fully erect. Fuck, I needed to be fucked. Perhaps reading my mind, he raised the sling into position over the leather draped table, and positioning the candles to provide the necessary lighting, he used a pre-prepared turkey baster to insert a white liquid into my ass, pausing briefly only to explain the liquid was cum that he had saved-up just for the occasion. Damn, I was so ready to receive his hot hard cock deep within my ass. Involuntarily I found myself begging to feel it, and to my pleasure he positioned himself at the entrance to my hole and whispered “What do you want?” “My ass full of your cum,” I whispered in reply. He slowly worked his cock into my ass, sliding it in and out, preparing it for his eventual assault. “This is only the beginning,” he advised as he varied his pace and the angle of insertion, giving me a wide range of sensations to enjoy. As the tension increased, again I found myself begging for his load, but he cautioned me saying “Not so fast. You’ve gotta earn the right to enjoy my gift. And that means I’m in charge.” With that he withdrew, and inserting the turkey baster again into my ass, he forced additional cum into my hole, but this time he used a small brush to work it in deeply. Fuck, what a feeling! To be filled with man cum, lubing my hole in preparation for his raw cock. Damn! It was like being fucked for the first time, all over again! After he had vigorously abraded my hole, the brush bristles were pink with my blood. “Your hole is ready to receive my man cum. Is this what you want?” “Absolutely,” I replied. My hole was in desperate need of his cum. With that he pushed his rock hard cock deep into my ass. Again he asked "What do you want?" “Your cum,” I replied, as he fucked deeper and deeper. “Again,” he demanded. “I need your cum, Sir." “Well then, you will receive it. If you truly want the seed of lust, Boy. You do know what I mean, don’t you Boy? "Yes, Sir, your seed,” I replied. “You know my seed is special, don’t you, Boy. That it’s charged hot seed. You want my special seed in your hole, don’t you, Boy?” My hole twitched and tightened on his cock in acknowledgement. I was absolutely ready to be blessed with his seed, but he slowed the assault on my hole, and delayed gifting me, asking yet again “Are you willing to take my poz load deep into your ass and to be almost certainly be converted?” My hole relaxed as if to let him drive his cock home Damn! I was gonna get a poz load! My hole rejoiced with excitement beyond anything I had known before. I looked directly into his intense eyes and shot my final neg load all over myself as, with a final thrust, he announced “As you wish, Boy. Here’s my poz seed!” blowing volley after volley of his charged load deep into my ass. The next weekend, four of his friends would each blow his load into my ass – just as a reward to me for being such a good bottom boy. Ah, if only in my dreams!

Last weekend, I had posted about getting three loads from three different guys while I was on an out-of-town shopping trip. The first guy and I have chatted on apps off and on for a couple of years. We live and hour and a half apart, and neither of us can reliably host at home. I haven't been willing to put a lot of effort into making a first hookup happen with so many logistical issues. Last weekend, we both happened to be visiting a larger city that is in between our homes, and he just happened to be able to host as he was alone in the apartment where he was staying. We had a great hookup, and now that I have met him face-to-face I was willing to put a little more effort into making things happen. There is a lake house in my late husband's family; they are still trying to decide what to do with it, and I happen to have the only key. It's two and a half hours from me, but it's near where he works. We planned a hookup for after lunch today. He is a 30ish light-skinned black guy with a tight, lean build and a thick full beard. He has beautiful cut cock that is about 8" long and 7" around. He is also totally into chubby, white bottoms. Our last hookup was rushed because he only had a brief window for hosting. Today we were able to take our time. We got naked and cuddled a bit just rubbing our bodies together. I asked, and he told me he wasn't much into kissing which was a disappointment. He rolled me over onto my back and licked and sucked and worked my nipples; he also spent a long time caressing my big belly. Then he rolled me onto my belly and rimmed me like he was a starving man. He reached over and grabbed the lube from the bedside table. He also grabbed my poppers and tossed them to me. "You're going to need these." He then proceeded to fuck me in every position imaginable for about two hours. He is very strong and very flexible. He put me like he wanted me and then pounded the fuck out of me. The hardest part was trying to keep myself nice and open for him; he wanted my hole as slack as possible. He was pounding me so hard that it was easy for me to reflexively tense up, but he kept reminding me to stop pushing him out. I called a time out and got a rag to put poppers in which helped me keep myself loose for him. He even had me ride him a bit which I actually enjoyed for once. He really got off on my talking about "his big black dick" in "my tight white hole" - he was very specific about that wording. As things were building in intensity, he suddenly grabbed my face and began making out with me aggressively; it was really hot to kiss after him saying it wasn't something he did. We continued to make out off and on for the rest of the fuck. Eventually, he had me so sore that I was loosing the ability to keep it as loose as he wanted. He pounded me long and hard one final time until he shot a huge load into me. As he was breeding me, he went deep enough that I felt him banging into that second sphincter I have heard people talk about on here which was painful. He shot so deep that only a few drops leaked out. Like I told him, it was one of the best fucks I have ever had. We are going to try to hook up again soon. I even got a goodbye kiss as he was leaving.

Indianapolis—November, 2019 Sometime in the course of my first meet with Marshall, (here if you missed it) we talked about lube. We both agreed that our preference was another man’s cum. By the time I had shot deep into his talented manhole, we were talking about a meet at one of the bathhouses to get him lubed up for me. Later that night, when I texted him my thanks for the first fuck, we mentioned it again…and set it up for early in the next week. We both wanted it. A lot. We decided on the Works as we wanted the public sling. I got there first, knowing he had an appointment before our meet time. The whole place felt busy. The parking lot was crowded. I paid, stripped and thought I would take a steam. And check out the men. I go in. A cycle of steam has just stopped. Naked, I move cautiously through the misty blackness and turn the corner. Five men are having sex. One man is on his knees sucking a seated man who I can’t see with the clouds of mist. Another man is bent over and sucking a cock while getting pounded by a third. I sit near the trio. The man in his mouth shoots. The pig swallows and moves over to my lengthening cock. I catch the eye of the man pounding him, a graying African-American, who seems to be throwing him a great fuck. The fucker groans—did he get off?—I can’t tell. He pulls out and leaves. I want to taste the middle guy’s hole, but he stops sucking me and follows the man out. Instead, I get some head from some new comers. I return the favor. The steam starts up. Halfway through the cycle I feel like I am overheating. I step out, covered in sweat. The cold air is a shock. I move to the sauna to dry off. The same bottom is now sucking on the African American. The top smiles at me and I sit near him. He finally pats his sucker’s head and says he needs to take a break. He wraps his towel around himself before I can see his dick. I tell him I have a friend coming in about 20 minutes with a terrific ass and that I would love to tag team with him. He nods and sort of shrugs. He grins as my erect cock drools with the thought of it. * Marshall seems to be running late. When he isn’t in evidence right at 2:00pm I go to my locker and check my phone. Being a considerate pig, I have a text saying he’s going to be 20 minutes late. I don’t mind for I’m having fun—getting head from all sorts of men and occasionally sucking some dick myself. I have turned down one offer of ass as I want Marshall’s to be the first of my day. I go back upstairs and do a little more. But now he’s later than his text. I am concerned—not that he won’t show, but that the crowd of men is thinning. It seems like a very 12 to 3 kind of group. I check my phone again and his room number pops up. I go upstairs and find the room. It’s right on the corner—everyone has to pass it to get downstairs. Perfect. We greet each other and the next words out of my mouth are “On all fours.” He rolls and presents his ass for my inspection. I spread his cheeks, lean in and spit on the hole. Marshall does a quick intake of breath from the sound and the gob landing on his pucker. I kneel and tongue it deep into his pliant hole. We already have the first onlooker watching from the open doorway. I make a show of reaching up and pulling the cheeks apart again. My tongue goes deeper and Marshall moans and grinds his ass back against my face. I stand up and slap my wet cock against his hole. I turn to the older man in the doorway. His towel is tented. I recognize him as the man who was the middle of the spit roast in the steam. I am guessing he will not be fucking. But you never know. I push the head of my dick into Marshall. He grunts and murmurs “Fuck me…” My entire length slides into him. I hold. And fuck. Noisily. I look back at the door. The guy is stroking now, his dick sticking out of his towel. I turn my attention back to Marshall. My hands begin massaging his back as I fuck. He groans and takes a hit of poppers. I turn back to the guy in the door. He’s removed his towel to stroke. When he sees me looking, he turns and shows me his ass. I smile and turn my attention back to Marshall, who is now tightening down his hole on every other stroke. I hear the guy take off. Others watch. I invite a handsome Latin wrapped in a towel to take a turn. He begs off with “I just shot my load, dammit.” But enjoys watching the fuck. So I pull out so he can see my full length and tap Marshall on the shoulder to taste his ass juices. He gobbles me down—moaning and slurping away. A couple of other men stop and watch, but everyone seems to be on their way out the door. I glance at the clock. It’s three. “Let’s go see where the others are,” I tell him. We fuck a little in the steam room, but don’t linger as the one man in there seems to not care about anything, much less the sex happening next to him. We go to the big dark porn room with the padded floor. It’s empty. I sit on the wall that runs parallel with the screen and tell Marshall to get me hard again. He slides off the bench beside me and crawls between my legs. Just the sight of his ass in the air makes me plump up. Instead of sucking my cock, he lifts my balls and begins licking under them—between my cock ring and ball sack as I showed him the last time we met. The door opens. A younger man comes in. He’s Latin. There is some extra weight on him, but he has a killer smile. And he flashes it at me as he watches Marshall move from my balls to licking my dick. He opens his towel and begins to stroke a sizable, uncut cock. “Go suck him,” I whisper to Marshall. He crawls to the new man. They guy sighs heavily, so I know Marshall is doing it right. I go to the floor and lick Marshall’s ass. It’s an awkward angle, so I’m not there long. I straighten up and sink my cock into Marshall’s moist hole. He groans around the dick in his mouth. “That’s so hot,” says the guy in Marshall’s mouth. “Fuck him good.” I build to a blistering fuck speed, slapping Marshall’s ass as I do it. “You want to use his hole?” “I don’t fuck much. I love a good mouth.” “He’s got one, hasn’t he?” I grin. “Great.” I stop fucking and pull all the way out. The guy sees I’m fucking him bare. His eyes brighten. Watching my every move, the guy swallows hard as I spit on my cock and shove it back in. “Sure you don’t want some?” I ask. “Let me get a condom…” “Oh, man. No. I want to fuck in your load.” That does it. He stands up. I pull out of Marshall and watch the guy kneel. He positions himself at Marshall’s puffy hole. I lean over and spit on his cock. He shivers. And plunges in. “Fuck!” he groans. “His ass is so hot!” He begins to fuck at jack rabbit speed. This isn’t going to take long. I watch his face. I watch the uncut cock splice Marshall in two. The door opens and the African-American man walks in. He stops in his tracks, watching us. He drops his towel to reveal a hot, hard seven + incher. He strokes it as he watches Marshall take it. In moments the Latino cums. Hard. And deep. He stays in place—I can tell Marshall is squeezing out every drop. When the guy finally totters to his feet, I lick his dick and make him shudder. He thanks me—and stays to watch the fun. I look at the older top. “This is the guy I told you about.” He nods. Eager. I stick my dick in Marshall. “Let me push this load deeper.” I do and fuck a few strokes. I pull out. “It’s all yours.” I move to Marshall’s mouth to have him taste the Latino’s load. The other top mounts him. Marshall is now full of two cocks. “This is what I like,” says the Top. “Love fucking in load…” I don’t think he will be long about it, either. He speeds up the fuck and calls Marshall a whore. A cum whore. A filthy cum fag... For the cum: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/churning-loads-in-marshall.html

Part 6 - December 2015 Boxing day was cold and frosty, the temperature outside didn't get above zero but the sky was clear and the sun hung low in the sky. Byron and Stefan stopped at the top of the Malvern hills overlooking the town for a breather at their favourite rest spot amongst the trees and muddy puddles, lots of people were out walking in the late afternoon sunshine working off the excessive of the festive season. Byron took a sip of water "So how serious is this with Julie?" he asked Stefan. Stefan sat on the bench "Quite serious she is coming tomorrow for a few days" he said looking up at Byron. "Oh" Byron replied trying not to look disappointed "Do I get to meet her?" he asked sitting next to Stefan. "Yes of course you will" Stefan said adamantly "Anyway I only have you a short time" he reminded Byron. Byron chuckled "Is that so" he punched Stefan lightly on the arm and stood up. Stefan watched Byron standing up, everything about him was perfect he thought to himself. He had such affection and love for him on all levels except sexually. Looking at him now at 19 he couldn't imagine his life without Byron being involved somehow. They set off to finish their run, Byron was staying over with Stefan tonight so the route was longer than usual. By the time the had returned Stefan's parents had left as they were away for a couple nights with friends taking in a few shows in London. Byron went to the guest bedroom and showered, he stood under the water he knew that part of their relationship would change now with his girlfriend on the scene. He did feel happy for Stefan having found someone, although he never actually said he was in love with her, so how serious was quite serious. All he did know was that she was 21 and stole his 19 year old best friend. Byron shook his head, stop thinking like that he told himself turning the shower off. He turned almost jumping out of his skin seeing Stefan standing there holding a towel for him. Byron quickly grabbed the towel a little embarrassed as this was a new low even for Stefan. "What are you so ashamed of?" Stefan asked looking at Byron curiously. "Nothing" Byron said "I mean you freaked me out finding you standing there". Stefan smiled "Don't you ever wank in the shower or bath?" he asked picking Byron's clothes up. Byron looked shocked "No, are we really having this conversation?" he asked almost to afraid to look. "How is it going with Sam?" Stefan asked changing the subject. Byron dried his hair "It's not. He has been a... don't know sort of distant the last few months" he said. Stefan sat on the toilet "Maybe he has found someone" he casually said. "You seem to think he definitely is gay" Byron said hanging the towel on the radiator. Stefan laughed "I see the way he looks at you every now and then, tiny noticeable things" he said. Byron turn his head "Are you jealous?" he asked laughing. Stefan stood up "Of course I am" he said walking out of the bathroom "Jealous and in love with you". Byron stood there shocked for a moment contemplating Stefan's response, he could make no sense, did he really mean his was in love with him. Byron had doted on Stefan from the beginning but always to afraid to show any emotion, after all it was a friendship but it did seem to stem quite deep. Stefan made a dinner of cold meats and pickles and produced a bottle of wine, they sat on the floor in the lounge talking and eating with the TV playing a Bond movie. Their similarities didn't end with friendship and what they like or dislisked, neither of them were big drinkers, just wine when at family dinners. Dinner finished they both sat back leaning against the sofa close to each other watching the movie and sipping their wine. So engrossed with chatting and enjoying each others company without family around, Stefan brought another bottle of wine. By 11pm Byron was feeling tipsy, his head flopped back on the sofa giggling, Stefan just laughed at himself when trying to stand up falling back to his knees. "Your a mess" Byron said giggling at Stefan's feeble attempt to stand up finally managing to sit on the sofa. Stefan turned the TV off "Your no better" he replied managing to stand up. "Help me up" Byron called to Stefan waving his hand around in the air. Finally managing to get upstairs Byron helped Stefan to his bedroom. Byron wavered and asked Stefan to help him to his room. Stefan stood and helped Byron. He looked at Byron who fell flat on the bed and asked him to escort him to his bedroom. Byron sat up on the bed and Stefan helped him up and they walked back to Stefan's room. Both boys crashed on the bed. Stefan laughed "This is no good we are not getting anywhere, you better sleep here tonight" he slurred at Byron. Byron crawled up on the bed and undressed "Okay I can't walk anymore" he said without thinking as Stefan lifted the duvet. Byron crawled in to bed next to Stefan laying on his back unable to keep his eyes open. Stefan rolled on to his side moving closer and laid his arm across Byron's chest and fell asleep. Stefan was beginning to wake up and already he knew he was going to have a headache from the wine. He felt so warm and comfortable he didn't want to move. Byron mumbled and stroked the arm laying across his chest. Byron snapped his eyes open 'Oh god no' he said panicking and trying to sit up, Stefan held him down. "Don't worry we didn't do anything" Stefan said with his eyes closed "we were both drunk". "I'm sorry" Byron said feeling anxious "I shouldn't drink I can't handle it". Stefan smiled "Carry on stroking my arm, I like it" he said nudging in closer. They laid in bed together a further hour, as weird as this was Byron felt so turned on but also safe having Stefan naked and close to him in this way. Stefan leaned over and kissed Byron on the head and slipped out of bed to shower realising the time as Julie would be arriving in an hour. Byron laid there looking at the ceiling unable to believe they had shared a bed, he climbed out and walked to his room and showered, when he came out Stefan stood there with a coffee and shaking some headache tablets at him. Byron laughed and told him he didn't have a headache just felt a little rough. Stefan disappeared downstairs leaving Byron to get changed, he picked up the cup and headed down to the kitchen. His biggest worry was if last night would change anything between them and Stefan would become more distant, especially now he had a girl on the go. Julie arrived at 2pm and she wasn't what Byron expected, in fact she was pretty ordinary and appeared nice to Byron when meeting him. She was all over Stefan and telling him to do this and do that and rolling her eyes when he did something she disapproved of, she was fast getting under Byron's skin treating his best friend like this. They had lunch and Byron could tell that Stefan was still a little hungover, he thought it best to keep quiet about last night and where they ended up. It turned out to be a fairly sociable afternoon, Byron though felt a jealous streak rising in him, he really didn't like the way Julie ordered Stefan around, it wasn't done in a harsh way more a carefully controlled manner. When Byron looked at her it was as if she knew his family were well off and she had found her meal ticket in life. Stefan disappeared to use the bathroom leaving Byron alone with Julie. "You seem to hang around a lot" Julie said watching Byron and suddenly changing for attitude towards him. Byron looked up at her "Does it bother you me being here?" he asked. "Maybe you should go and spend the holiday with your family" she replied. Byron felt her change in attitude "What and leave you alone with him?" he replied wanting to wind her up. Julie stared with no emotion "Yes with my Stef" she said making herself clear. "Stefan" Byron corrected her "his name is Stefan not Stef" he said standing up and really disliking her. Julie smiled "Good at least we understand each other and where you fit in now" she said quite abruptly. Byron took another swipe at her "He can't see through, but I can" he replied firing a warning shot at her before walking towards the door. "Where are you going?" Stefan asked walking back in to the lounge. Byron smiled "I should go home let you have some time together" he said hugging Stefan and heading upstairs. "Byron" Stefan called following him in to the hallway. "Stef come and sit with me" Julie called from the lounge. "Let me drive you home at least" Stefan called up to Byron without any response. Julie stood at the door impatiently "Leave him Stef he wants to go home" she said softly to him. Stefan looked up the stairs "What did you say to him?" he asked her without turning around. Julie touched his arm "Nothing, he said he needed to go home and spend it with his family". The anger rose in Stefan he knew dam well that Byron would never say that, anyway he had spent the last 3 days with his family. They had dropped him off at Stefan's to spend a few days. She pawed at his arm coercing him back into the lounge and it began to annoy Stefan. "You don't like him do you?" Stefan asked turning to face her. Julie pulled his arm motioning for him to follow her "He is nice but I came here to be with you not him" she said. "Don't ever come between Byron and me" Stefan said turning to look back up the stairs. Julie pulled on his arm again "I am your girlfriend" she said. Stefan turned to face her "No one comes between Byron and me, he is big part of my life" he said. Julie saw Byron as the top of the stairs "He wants to give you some space" she said calmly "there is nothing wrong with that". Byron walked down the stairs "I'm sorry, I will call you Stefan" he said walking towards the door. Stefan walked over and grabbed his arm "Byron you are not leaving like this" he said. Byron smiled "I am not going to get in the way of your happiness" he replied looking at Julie. "You walking out will get in the way of any happiness I have in life" Stefan said grabbing Byron's bag. Byron looked at him "Seriously" he said holding his hand out for his bag looking Stefan in the eyes. Stefan grinned at him "Don't you dare walk out of this house" he said staring back at Byron. "Or what you will hunt me down like a hound" Byron said and barked causing Stefan to laugh. Stefan shook his head "You know I will, hunt you until I find you." he said smiling taking his back bag upstairs, he turned "Your mine". Julie looked at Byron "You disgusting pervert" she said with daggers in her eyes. Byron looked at her "Are you threatened by my friendship with Stefan?" he asked curiously. Julie looked up stairs then back at Byron "I will have you out of his life before long" she said in a very bitchy tone. Byron had never felt such hatred for one person "You think so? You can't compete against me" Byron said folding his arms. "He is in love with you Stefan, it is disgusting" Julie said looking at Stefan coming down the stairs. Stefan casually smiled "Of course he is, he has been since school" he replied taking her by surprise. "I'm your girlfriend Stef, I should mean more to you" Julie said tugging Stefan's arm. "The last few minutes you have upset me more than Byron he has ever done in the years we have known each other" Stefan said to her. "Don't tell me you would choose him over me?" Julie said looking astounded. Stefan's response was fast and definite "Yes I would" he emphasised making sure she understood. Julie stood there mouth open "But I thought we were in love?" she said all lovingly. Julie looked at Byron "There is nothing sexual we just have a very close bond" Byron said. "Don't you speak to me" Julie spat out looking at Byron "Nothing sexual, your a freak". Stefan stood in front of Bryon looking at Julie "Byron no, you don't need to explain yourself to anyone" Stefan said looking angry. Julie looked between Stefan and Byron "I won't ever be able to compete with this will I?" she finally said. Julie picked up her bag and coat "No one will love you Stefan with this baggage" she said sarcastically. "Well at least you got his name right" Byron said sitting on he stairs shocked at how Stefan was behaving protecting him. "Well?" she said waiting for Stefan to stop her leaving. Stefan walked over to the door and opened it "Fucking weirdos" she screamed storming out of the house. Byron looked at the door "Shit, I am so sorry Stefan maybe this is all wrong" he said. "I told you Byron no one will come between us and I meant it, I love you too much" Stefan said watching him. Byron turned to look at him "Sometimes you scare me a little" he said. Stefan walked up to him "Anyone will have to accept you as part of my life" he said hugging Byron. They day had turned out to be very strange as far as Byron was concerned. He truly never expected Stefan to choose him over his girlfriend, maybe was there was more behind the words with Stefan. Byron helped Stefan making coffee and then went in to the lounge and resumed their positions sitting on the floor leaning against the sofa rather than sitting on it. "When did you dislike her?" Stefan asked putting his cup down on the table. Byron handed Stefan his cup "When she called you Stef, it wound me up" he said. Stefan laughed "Fucking hated her calling me that" he replied, he sat in silence a moment "You know I would marry you" he said out of the blue. Byron laughed "Fuck off" he said laughing and punching Stefan "what kind of marriage would it be without sex?" he said thinking how ridiculous it sounded. Stefan chuckled "One where you would be mine, we could laugh every day and be together" he said. Byron held his hands up "No way, and let you sit there making me eat chocolate fattening me up so you could look better than me" he laughed. Stefan moved swiftly and sat across Byron's legs "Speaking of which" he grabbed a chocolate and tried forcing it in Byron's mouth. "No, no" Byron cried with laughter trying to keep his lips closed. He thought Stefan had given up until he put the chocolate in his mouth and grabbed Byron's arms pinning them down. Byron began to panic a little as Stefan lunged forward pushing his lips up against Byron's trying to prise them apart. Realising he was stuck Byron parted his lips and allowed Stefan to push the chocolate in with his tongue lingering for a moment then pulling away laughing. "I know chocolate is the way to your heart" Stefan said smiling down looking him in the eyes in a very different way now. Byron looked up at him and noticed the incredibly intent look "That was devious" he said feeling a little uneasy but turned on. Stefan sat back down "Sorry I didn't mean anything by it" he said looking a little embarrassed. "You know how you can make it up to me?" Byron said straddling Stefan's lap making him laugh. Byron picked up a chocolate "No nuts" Stefan said smiling as Byron put the chocolate in his mouth. Stefan looked at him "Come one then what you waiting for?" he asked. Byron dived in but didn't linger quite as long as Stefan did, still it was enough to sense Stefan's lips and touch his tongue briefly. They rolled around on the floor wrestling with each other laughing. Both flat on their backs laughing hard slapping each others arms trying to calm down. Byron sat up, come on we need to run work off that chocolate he said laughing and helping Stefan to his feet. The rest of the day they sat in the lounge chatting until 10pm when Stefan said he was still a little hungover and needed to go to bed. Stefan watch Byron head off to the guest room "Where are you going?" he asked. Byron was surprised when Stefan grabbed his hand and guided him in to his bedroom "Is this wise, I mean we were drunk last night" he said. "Don't you want to sleep with me again?" Stefan asked turning to look at him. Byron almost hesitated at the door but Stefan held his hand tightly "Yes" he quietly said. It seemed to put Byron in an awkward position at first until he climbed under the duvet settling down next to Stefan, he looked at Byron 'you want to cuddle?' he asked but didn't wait for Byron's response. Turning the light off he put his arm under Byron's neck and pulled him on his side so he rested up against Stefan's body. They chatted for a while and Byron placed his arm tentatively across Stefan's chest. Stefan yawned and kissed Byron on the head 'night' he said and within minutes Stefan was asleep and Byron laid there watching him until his eyes closed. Byron slept so peacefully that night with the person he really did absolutely adore and loved as a friend for many years. Strangely any awkwardness seemed to float away. Sam walked out of the clinic devastated but at the same time relieved by the news he had received, one time he thought, the one time he had sex and Kurt had given him hiv. The whole of Christmas had been a wash out for him ever since the doctor hinted that it could be the underlying cause of his recent bout of sickness the week before the holiday season. He was put straight on to medication to keep things under control, his main concern was when Byron moved back to London, he would no doubt see the drugs and know something was wrong. He had to be careful and keep them out of sight. Something niggled at him the weeks after Kurt fucked him the toilet cubicle the words 'I'm going to breed you' kept ringing back, understanding now what those words meant. Inside at least he was happy that he knew what the cause of his sickness was down to. The one thing he never counted on was finding a gay hook up site where so many people practiced bareback sex who were poz but mostly undetectable. At least his sex life wouldn't die before it started, he shivered in the cold air and walked back to the flat having come back to London early.

Chapter 8; - Sir, that feels a bit uncomfortable. - Don't worry boy, relax into it. Here, let me show you how to take a hit of poppers properly. I bet you have never had them before, have you!? - No Sir, I haven't. He showed me how to sniff them, and bam, the amyl nitrate rush exploded into my being; My heart rate immediately sped up, I felt dizzy, euphoric, feeling super horny, and I guess the most important thing of all to happen, my cunt right from my cunt-hole right to as deep as it went completely relaxed. Sir repeated increasing the widening of the Speculum as I kept my rush of poppers topped up with regular inhalation. And before long Sir was faced with a gaping virgin cunt. My soft, wet, burgundy coloured cunt flesh ready to be had. 🌹 Taking the syringe full of his still warm stud juice he inserted it into my gaping cunt, and squirted his entire load inside of me. Then he released the speculum very slowly until it was completely closed, withdrawing it from me, and getting me to sit on my heels again, whilst performing my kegel exercises. He had just opened me wide, and now getting me to tighten everything up again. Something I would get to learn, that he would love to wreck my cunt, then get me to tighten it all back up (as much as I could). Anything to please this alpha, and at the same time I was now massaging his cum into my system! - Take a few deep sniffs of the poppers, then lie on your back. - Yes Sir. BAM; Dizzy -- Euphoric -- Feeling super horny -- Cunt completely relaxed .... He promptly shoved the small dildo into my hand; - Now fuck that tight virgin cunt pre lubed with my fresh load of cum. Go on, .... FUCK it! - Oh ... My ... God ... Yes SIR! What a clever stud. Getting his cum inside of me without even having ever layed a finger on me yet. Within my poppers rush I shook with a greedy euphoria, slamming the dildo in hard and fast. It was only the smallest one in Sir's collection, and over time he would be increasing the size of what he would make me fuck myself with as my training progressed. Once my initial dildo-poppers rush had passed my cunt was feeling a little sore with it's brief jabbing, and I instinctively sat up, took another hit of poppers, and instead of laying on my back again I sat back down on the dildo and rode it hard. As I bucked down on it with all my might my dick became hard, and without thinking I took hold of it and began to wank. This did not impress Mr Jackson one iota, and to show me who was in charge here he leapt to his feet, slapped my face hard, followed by two large spits right into my face. - That is NOT your sexual organ. What is? - I'm so sorry Sir. My sexual organ is my cunt. - That is correct. He slapped my face again, followed by two more large spits. My dick and cunt both got the message loud and clear as my dick quickly went flaccid, and my cunt twitched, clamping down on the small dildo that was stretching my tight virgin cunt-hole. - boy, go to my locker, and on the top shelf you will see a lighter, and a cigar, bring them over for me, put the cigar in my mouth, and light it for me. - Fuck, ... YES Sir! Having fetched his cigar and lit it for him, he took a few puffs then continuing with his natural authoritative tone ordered me to get on all fours once again, but this time so I was parallel to him and the changing room benches. And THEN, I became a table for his booted legs as he kicked back smoking his cigar, with his boots USING me as a table; HIS object! Every now and again he would get up and crouch in front of me giving me two big hits of poppers, before coming behind me to slam the small dildo even more aggressively into my hungry cunt than I had been doing. We had almost gotten to the end of my first training session when Sir stood right in front of my face, took the jar he came inside of, and poured the remaining cum that had now gone cold onto his boots; - LICK it up. Without saying a word I leant in, gave the remaining cold cum that now dribbled on his boots a good sniff, then got to work licking it up like a good subservient obedient piggy should. 🐷

Chapter 7; Monday soon came and went, and ''Training Tuesday'' week 1 was here in a flash. I had my usual lessons and revision period during the day, then had 1 hour to kill until training with my stud of a P.E teacher began, so I just got changed anyway into my gymnastics gear, went to the gymnasium and spent that 1 hour waiting just doing simple stretches which I would do every Tuesday during the next 4 months, taking us to mid June. ''Training Tuesdays'' lasted 2 hours, and were always split into two parts. There would be the first 30 minutes where Mr Jackson would put me though my paces in the gymnasium, then the remaining 90 minutes would be the pair of us in the LOCKED changing / shower room. And what with me doing 1 hours worth of stretches on my own then 30 minutes of serious gymnastics training it would be a decent 90 minutes after school was out by the time we got to the changing / shower room stage by which point all students would have left, and all teachers too. So, it would just be Sir and I. Although, he would still lock us inside just in case there might be the odd teacher straggling by. Having done an hour of simple light stretches the first training session with Sir commenced. Thirty minutes were had on the parallel bars, horizontal bar, and steel climbing frames with ropes with the end result being more experience under my belt, and a very sweaty body. Shower time! My trainer and I made our way to the shower / changing rooms; - Have I done enough and pleased you enough yet for you to take complete ownership of me, Sir? - boy, that really is far too early on to make such a huge decision considering you only just started your training a few days ago. A piggy sub needs to show me he truly deserves to have me as his Master. - Sorry, Sir. We entered into our destination, Sir locked the door, and now the real lessons were about to begin. I was instructed to go into the shower, have the water as hot as I could stand it, and remain there until otherwise informed. As I washed Mr Jackson unlocked his locker and pulled out a bag that had all kinds of training goodies in it. First off he lay a large beach towel in front of one of the changing benches, and on it he lay out various items. They were; Poppers -- Speculum -- Leather Collar & Chain Leash -- An empty glass Jar -- Syringe -- Dildo (4" length + 1.5" girth) With the changing room windows and door shut, and the water on at a high temperature the room was beginning to fill up with steam, so Sir was soon becoming difficult to make out clearly. Further items came out of his large sports bag which he would now be wearing. He stripped naked and put on his outfit of; Police Boots -- Leather Waistcoat -- Muir And that is all he wore, showing off his broad, firm, hairy well trained body with those delicious low hanging swinging balls. He took one final item from his bag, a bulb douche, filled it up with luke warm water, and handed it to me giving me instructions on what to do. Having now squirted the water inside of my virgin cunt I rushed to the toilet and expelled. This was repeated two more times until as such Sir was satisfied that I was super ready for the next stage of this training session. He parked his beefy hairy ass on the benches right in front of the towel and play accessories and took to slowly stroking his already fully erect beautiful long dick with those low hanging balls resting on and over the wooden benches, swinging with his firm slow rhythm. I could not see properly what was happening, but I did soon hear; - Finish up your shower boy, dry yourself thoroughly, and come over and onto the towel that is in front of me, and kneel on it with that cute ass of yours on your heels. - Yes Sir. I quickly finished up, dried myself, and soon found myself in the kneeling position I was ordered to get in to. Some of the steam had lifted plus I was nearer so we could see one another a bit more clearly now, but the changing room was still heavy in this fine heavy horny mist. I was instructed to pass Sir the Collar and Leash to which he promptly attached to me, then got me to hand him the empty jar. What was he wanting that for? I was about to find out! Standing very close to my face he began to masturbate, hand moving up and down in a very fast motion with his low hangers swinging back and forth like a misfiring pendulum. And it did not take long for him to grunt and squirt a large load of his thick creamy warm and wet stud seed into the jar. He handed me the jar to hold and then instructed me to hand him the syringe; - Sniff my cum boy [ I sniffed, with the strong smell hitting the back of my throat and remaining there ] ... What does it smell like? - Smells of your essence Sir, and I love it. I want more of it. MUCH more. - Good boy, that's what I like to hear. Now hand me both items, come on. I handed him the syringe and jar containing his seed. And in a swift action he sucked up his fresh load into the syringe ready for the next step. - Now, get on all fours, and take long, slow, controlled breaths, in through your nose, and out with your mouth. - Yes Sir. I done this for a few minutes when I suddenly felt something pressing hard against my cunt lips. Using some of the remainder of his load of warm cum from the jar he lubed up the speculum and was now slowly inserting said steel device. Once all the way in he opened it slightly. It felt strange. He opened it up a little more ...

Prequel to Chapter 7; - Have you received your main 18th birthday present yet? - Yes Sir. Private gymnastics coaching with you for two weeks in July. I cannot wait. I wish it was not so far away. - Patience, boy. However, we can still train you in other areas. I have already informed your parents that every Tuesday after school until your residency with me in the summer I will be giving you one on one private physical education tuition for a few hours after school hours. And I will be taking you home after each private session. [ ''Training Tuesdays'' were born ] Mr Jackson then went onto give me specific instructions that as I went to sleep I would do kegel exercises, each and every night. And that is how I fell asleep this evening. Doing kegel exercises, training my virgin cunt to be tighter than it already was, with a belly full of my twin brother's delicious sweet cum. 👅

Chapter 5; After a night out clubbing with my twin brother Peter during the week of our 18th birthdays I awoke with a stonker of a hangover. I clearly wasn't used to drinking so much alcohol. Peter on the other hand seemed to not be suffering as much as I was, and was keen to remind me of the filming I had to do for Sir tonight. During the day we all went out, myself, my brother, with Mother & Father too. We drove out into the country, and enjoyed a long appetite stimulating walk, followed by a hearty pub lunch with more ''hair of the dog'' alcohol. As we all ate and drank I kept on having flashbacks from lastnight, remembering my first ever sexual encounters where I was touched by another man. It was during lunch that our Mother & Father presented us with our main 18th Birthday present gifts. Peter was given a 2 week activities retreat for like minded geeks, and I, well, I could not believe it. I had been given 2 weeks away also; At Sir's private gymnastics studio with one on one private tuition. Yes, my parents had blocked off a full two weeks in Sir's calendar where he would have normally be tutoring / training several different prospective athletes. My brother was due to go on his adventure mid July, and I was due to go on mine one week later, so we would be effectively be having three weeks apart. We'd never had three days apart before, let alone three weeks. It was now only mid to late February. I didn't want to wait FIVE damn months until July. I wanted to go now. But, my naivety wasn't counting on there being a lot of fun training in the interim. As I lay on my bed in the evening still nursing a hangover Peter came bounding in to my room, full of energy, jumped onto the bed, and lay next to me. We relayed to one another our evening from the night before. I gave in detail how I swallowed two loads, and he gave his account of his time spent with soon to be new girlfriend Amy. He was beaming about her. However, no one gets in the way of brotherly love, right 😉 - It's 10.30pm Tommy, doesn't Mr Jackson want that video of you by 11pm? - Oh god yeah, Is that the time already!? - Yep, c'mon, let's film it. Then Peter done something I was not expecting, just when you think you know all there is to know about your twin. He leapt off of my bed, and stripped himself naked, and even though he was going to be doing the filming he maneuvered a chair and a box that I kept old vinyl records on top of the chair in front of my bed, just like I had done a few nights ago when I filmed my first video for Sir. Why would my brother be needing his hands to be free? - C'mon , get naked, don't keep Mr Jackson waiting. I too stripped, and lay against the bed headboard, and started to stroke my dick for what would be my last ever wank. Peter was now filming, BUT, I just could not get hard. I do not know if it was because I was hungover, or if it was because I was doing it in front of my brother, or a combination of both, but it just didn't seem to be working. With my phone still in record mode, my brother placed it on top of my old record box as I remained in full view, and climbed onto the bed. - Peter, you are completely HARD. - Yes Tommy, I know. Looks as though my brother needs a helping hand. Now open your legs wide. As wide as possible, and don't touch your dick, just forget about it for a while with your hands by your sides, and keep them there. Peter had always been the more dominant twin of the both of us, but this was the first time his bossiness over me extended into the sexual arena. I allowed my body to go limp. And now would come the time my cunt-hole would be touched for the first time by someone else. By my brother no less. He spat on his hand and began to rub over my very hairy hole. I looked into his eyes and gasped. I couldn't believe what he was doing. And even though I was really enjoying it I was worried our Father or Mother would walk in, even though they very rarely came into our rooms. He soon leaned over me and brought his head down to my neck where he began to lick it. First of all slowly until he had built up a fast pace of tongue flicking. I could not not touch my dick any longer (although this is something I would have to learn, and quick), I grabbed a hold of my dick and started to masturbate, only now I was making loud moaning noises. Peter quickly came up from licking my neck and placed his hand over my mouth to muffle my noise as he with his other hand stopped rubbing, inserted his index finger and quickly located my prostate, rubbing over it very slowly until I was very soon making very loud screams. Thankfully my loud sounds continued to be muffled by a firm hand . He seemed to really know what he was doing. And it was me that was studying Biology! Then, he abruptly got off of the bed, picked up my phone, and continued to film with different angles; - I think we have got you sufficiently aroused. C'mon brother, shoot your last load for your 'Sir'.

Spending a few days in Scotland over Christmas. On Boxing Day I woke up really horny and in the mood to get fucked. No joy for a while and then got messaged by a couple in Glasgow - one top, one vers - who were looking for bareback. Both looked quite fit - one early 40s and the other mid 30s. Went over to their place and in no time they both had their pants down and I was taking it in turns to suck them. We sucked each other for a while and then I got my tongue up the younger guy's arse. At one point they were kneeling on the bed side by side and I was rimming them, moving from the older guy's smooth hole to the younger lad's hairy one. After a while they were ready to fuck me and I laid back on the bed, my legs in the air as they took turns to fuck me. It was all very horny - especially when the younger lad sat his hairy arse on my face as his partner fucked me. The older guy came in my arse and and then his partner pumped a load into me too. We rested for a while and then the younger guy went down on my cock again I thought he was going to suck me off but after a while he stopped and asked me to fuck him. I slid up him bare and fucked him as his partner watched, urging me on to fuck him hard and breed him good. I shot a big load up him and then went off to meet some friends for lunch, two big loads of cum still up my arse.

I’d love to have a friend like this who I could share experiences with and learn from. I have a few friends who I talk about some of my experiences with, but none that can really relate from having done the same or who can give advice.

Christmas Day, Got a message from a guy passing through West Michigan on his way home to Chicago. He was planning on stopping at a rest area and asked if I’d be up for meeting him. He told me when and where, and sent me a cock pic of a nice thick 7.5 dick. I cleaned up and headed out, only knowing he’d be driving a red ford truck. We lucked out in Michigan, and it was almost 60 degrees, so a pair of sweatpants (commando of course) and a sweatshirt was more than enough. 20 minutes later I’m pulling into the rest stop. He’s leaning against his truck smoking, and nods at me before stamping out his cig and motioning for me to follow him. He had parked in front of the dumpsters, which were surrounded by a wooden fence and bumped up against a wooded area, so the area behind them was conveniently hidden from anyone who didn’t intentional go back there. All I had seen was his dick pic, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that he was very attractive. Almost my height (which is rare, since I’m 6’6”), total dad bod, and the salt and pepper scruff to match, with his John Deer baseball cap pulled low, and big fucking hands, which I find VERY hot. he doesn’t waste time or words, just unzips and pulls out his cock, which up close is bigger than I thought from the pic. I drop to my knees and start sucking, but he stops me pretty quickly. His next words got me instantly hard in my sweats: “hands behind your back, stick out your tongue, and don’t fucking puke on my shoes faggot”, and then he wrapped those huge hands around my head and forced his cock down my throat. He was brutal, barely giving me time to breath before wedging his cock back down my throat. Now, getting throatfucked is probably one of my favorite things in the world, but I do have a gag reflex, so I was a crying, drooling, sloppy mess by the time he was ready to fuck. He stepped behind me, got on his knees and pushed me forward so I was face down ass up. He pushes my sweats down, spits a few times on my hole and fingers some a bit, before I hear him pull back and the distinct sound of a condom being opened can be heard. now, we hadn’t discussed condoms, since I usually leave the decision up to the top, but I hate them. I feel like a bottoms role is to take loads, and condoms deprive the bottom of that purpose, so I was obviously disappointed, but apparently i wasn’t the only one with those thoughts. From our left came another voice. I guess while I was being throatfucked, another guy had wandered back to where we were and had been watching. I heard him say to the guy behind me “he’s a cumdump, man. You don’t use a condom with a cumdump, you go in raw and breed that pussy.” My guy was quiet for a couple seconds before he tossed the condom on the ground by my face and pushed forward, sliding his cock up into my hole raw and wet, like it should be. He was thick, so it hurt at first, but very quickly I was blissed out and moaning. Just like with my throat, he was brutal with my ass, deep dicking me hard and fast, bruising my insides with his fat cock head. It wasn’t long before he leaned forward, one hand pushing my head into the ground as he leaned forward to get more leverage. Another minute and he growled out “fucking take that load, you fucking faggot!” I could feel his cock twitching as he dumped his load up in my guts. Took a minute to catch his breath, then pulled out and zipped up and walked away. I heard his truck door shut before he fired it up and left. I was still on the ground catching my breath when I noticed the other guy, who I had totally forgotten about while I was getting used. He grinned at me and I grinned back, before he walked over and said “Your welcome. Dude was about to put on a condom, but any good top can recognize a breeding fag when he sees one.” “Thanks man,” I replied, “I would’ve hated to drive out here just to get fucked by a condom” ”I figured.” He knelt down behind me and I could here his belt buckle, “I’m pretty big, but you’re gonna be a good boy and let me seed that cunt, right?” I just lifted my ass and spread my cheeks, and he laughed as he shifted forward, his cockhead pushing at my hole. I was wet enough that there wasn’t much resistance, and he went balls deep in one long slide. I could tell he wasn’t as thick as the other guy, but he was longer by what felt like a lot. He was also much more vocal, talking about seeding my cunt, giving me daddy’s load, breeding my slutty pussy, etc. it went on for a while before he finally grunted and pushed in all the way, twitching and spilling inside me. He continued to be very vocal, “yeah boy, there’s what you wanted, that seed up inside you” after he pulled out, he was much more personable than the first guy, and we actually exchanged info so we could try and meet up again. So, two loads later, I got in my car and headed home. A very merry Christmas to me!

Chapter 6; Having been not allowed to cum for a few days, and the intensity of my first sexual contact with my brother meant I was already exceptionally close to bolting my sperm all over myself. Brother Peter moved around making sure he got the best footage he could get. I knew I was super close and didn't want to disturb our parents downstairs, so I closed my mouth and then that was it, I was cumming, spraying all over my belly, chest, chin, and again the headboard. I wanted to scream out loudly with my euphoria, but, I had to keep schtum. And now for the performance that Sir wanted. I got to scooping up my fresh warm sperm, putting it on my mouth bit by bit, swallowing, then saying directly into camera; ''I am ready and willing to be a loyal, obedient, and subservient cum faGGot for you, Sir'' I repeated this several times until I had eaten my entire load. I trembled. What on earth was I doing? This is what I wanted, yet, the fear of the unknown reared its head. However, before I could over analyse things too much my brother placed my phone on top of my vinyl record box with it still recording, and again leapt onto my bed, maneuvered me so I was facing sideways to my phone, then shoved his dick into my mouth. What on earth was happening!? We'd shared many intimate cuddles over the years, but nothing sexual, not even a kiss, yet somehow Mr Jackson seemed to have indirectly unleashed something within my brother. He pumped away to the back of my throat, lasting all of about 30 seconds until he blew his load inside of my mouth. He withdrew his dick and could tell I was holding his brotherly load in my mouth. He looked down at me; - Swallow it Tommy. Swallow it all. I looked up at him and his contented smile, and slowly swallowed, feeling his cum slip down my throat. - Now lick me clean. Show your true eagerness to be trained. to be 'OWNED'. I grabbed my brother's dick, and suddenly forgot where I was as I got stuck in, licking the end of his dick over and over, and down his entire shaft, ensuring there was not a trace of cum left. Once done he dressed, and left for his own room. ''What just happened'' I said to myself as I properly realised I had just sucked my brother's dick, and swallowed his sweet load. Upon my realisation I felt a surge of arousal charge through me causing my own dick to become rock solid. I really wanted to wank off again, but, I understood that from this moment on my dick was completely off limits. As I tapped into my understanding of my dick's new redundant role I began to lose my erection, with my cunt-hole twitching in unison with each downward movement my dick made. I didn't want to be late sending the video, so sent it straight away without even thinking to view it first. It was only once it had completed going through that I thought to take a look. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My brother was really into all of it, and I found myself aroused by what I was watching. My dick that was now completely flaccid remained as such, with my cunt-hole intensifying its sensitivity as I at the same time felt an intense feeling of arousal in my belly. I had to stop watching it as I was just getting to worked up. I got dressed and went downstairs for some ice cream to cool down. Sunday was the one day I was allowed to cheat with my strict training dietary regime. Mother was in the living room, and Dad was in the dining area doing some admin where I joined him. Peter joined us a few minutes later, also with a bowl of ice cream. He sat next to me, and with one hand he ate, and the other he fondled my leg. FUCK. I came down to cool down. He really was not helping matters. I quickly ate my one cheat treat for the week, and hurried back upstairs as I was so sure our Father could smell the slutty cum smell that I was covered in by his other son, and see the uneasiness on my face. Truth is, he was too engrossed in his admin to notice, and even if he did clock on to what was going on he might not have actually become cross! Back in my room I saw several messages on my app chat with Sir; - Great video from a few nights ago boy. But what you just sent me this evening. Is that your brother Peter you were fooling around with? - Yes Sir. - Hot! He knows what he is doing. I permit you to play with him, and him only. Maybe your Father too, if he has the urge to use his faggot son. - Have I pleased you with both of the videos, Sir? - Yes you have more than surpassed my expectations of you this evening. Good boy. - Thank you, Sir.

Jamal was hard in his jeans as he knocked on the apartment door, his mind awhirl with arousal and anticipation. Replaying in his mind the conversation he'd had on Grindr earlier that day with a white dom (who on the app used the nom de plum BOIMAKER) he'd been talking back and forth with for almost a week now: Are you ready for tonight BOY? This white cock is hard and hungry for a black hole to fill! Fuck yes Master, this boy can't wait to be your slave. I'm hard already. Hard and ready to obey. To be a slutty black slave, whose only thought is pleasing your master cock with whatever hole you desire, Like a good boy should be. When I'm through turning you, molding you, nigger, you'll never want to be anything else. Just a slave. A slut. A hole. The man followed this exchange up with a closeup cock pick. White, uncut, massive. Jamal's idea of heaven. You'll just be my nigger hole. Good for nothing but getting this inside him. The 26 year old black man could already feel the white cock inside him, using him, claiming him. The white stud debasing him. The dark skinned young professional had always been submissive in bed, but there was something about raceplay that really turned him on. Maybe it was the [banned word]. Maybe it was the hot white cocks. He'd always had a weakness for white men, particularly bears and cubs, he loved the feel of body hair on his smooth black skin. The give of their soft bodies that belied the muscles hidden underneath. The very thought of them dominating him, controlling him, owning him... What had been a fantasy had over the years become his obsession. And as he waited in the silence following the knock announcing bis presence to his Master-to-be, a little voice whispered to him, Dark truths he could not quite yet accept. Maybe it turns you on because you know it's more than mere fantasy, a quiet voice whispers from the corners of his subconscious. Maybe it turns you on because you know where all black boys belong: serving at the feet of their white betters. Because you know what all blacks truly are: beasts of burden, not meant to have wills of their own. So when the door opened, and a thick young cub opened the door in a wifebeater and thigh hugging latex boxer-shorts, his arms thickly matted with curly black hair, Jamal nearly came on the spot. He could give his soul to this white stud. "M-m-master!" The black man stammered, "I am here to serve." The young man, no older than 20, eyed Jamal with a hungry sneer. His pursed pink lips and arrogant expression framed by closely cropped black stubble. He looked down at the 9 inch bulge straining Jamal's jeans. "Look at you boy, even your cock leaps to a white man's bidding. We're gonna have fun tonight ." "Yes Master." "Take off your clothes." In moments, Jamal was naked, hands awkwardly behind his back leaving his hard black cock jutting prominently from his muscular frame. Even between his massive thighs, balanced from behind by firm, dimpled ass cheeks, it was clear his endowment had few peers. The white man cast an appraising look over Jamal, gray eyes betraying nothing before he commanded him yet again. "On your knees, you black faggot. I want you to crawl over to me." Jamal eagerly sank to his knees, and crawled over to the center of the room where his Master stood. His eyes never left the massive bulge beneath the cub's hairy muscular stomach. The boxers left none of his foot long cock to the imagination. Its impressive length, and girth evident from how it strained against the material, some sort of latex or spandex like polymer. When he reached the man, the white man grabbed the back of Jamal's head and forced his nose into his crotch. "Sniff my crotch. My powerful white cock. Good slaves should know what a real man smells like, so that they know they will always be boys." The smell was pungent, overwhelming, it was pure masculine dominance. And Jamal felt lightheaded as he inhaled, he was too aroused to think. Every sniff chased the impulse to think furthger from his mind, every independent instinct. He did not need them anymore. He was where he belonged, on his knees. All he had to do was obey. This scent. His Master's potent white musk, was like a drug, a corrective rewriting his very DNA. When his Master pulled his face away from the bulge barely constrained in the Jamal's eyes were vacant, drool pooled at his mouth. Cock, was his only thought, I need that big white dick. "You liked that didn't ya boy?" Jamal's new Master tilted his head up so that his gray, confident gaze consumed Jamal's own, the black boy's sense of self shrinking even more in the strength of that gaze. He felt himself dissipate in the forceful glare, his throbbing, black tool leaking uselessly in his shorts. "Ye'essss Master, love your-yer cock. S-s-smelled gooooood." "And that smell. Your master's smell made you feel good, didn't it boy?" "Yesss." "Made you feel horny and slutty-" "Yesss." "Made you wanna serve me, eh? Turn off your nigger brain and serve." As the white man towering above him spoke, he stuck one, then two, then three fingers into Jamal's mouth, which the boy sucked instinctively. So in answer to the last question, he merely moaned. Black damp spot in the crotch of his jeans spreading. The cub turned to the table behind him, and Jamal saw a pipe and a bag filled with translucent crystals.Though he'd never used it before, he recognized the telltale signs of meth immediately. For a moment, the euphoric haze cleared. He wanted to serve, to obey, to be used, but... hard drugs were dangerous, weren't they? Addictive. Life-ruining. How far was he willing to go for a fantasy? The white man loaded up the long, thin glass pipe with a few sizeable crystals, noticing as he did so the uncertain look in Jamal's eyes. He smiled, the cruel assertive certainty not leaving his gray eyes, "What? Never traveled to the clouds, eh." "I haven't done any master. I knew some friends who dabbled in college and, uh... it got out control." Even as he spoke, Jamal picture himself taking the pipe from his master's hands and smoking it. The smell of Master's cock still in his nose. How hot would it be to debase himself like this? How slutty would he feel, submitting to white cock both inside and out, while in the throes of a powerful drug? "I-I was always afraid of losing myself." He continued, blinking rapidly as beads of nervous, and anticipatory, sweat, beaded on his forehead. "Well that's the idea boy," he handed Jamal the loaded pipe and a lighter, "Slaves have no control. Slaves have no self to lose." The white cub grabbed Jamal by the back of the head and shoved his face into his armpit. "Sniff boy, play with that black cock of yours while my scent empties your mind." Jamal complied automatically, eagerly. The sweaty, mascinline aroma buffeted away every concern, thought and need, but... Obey. Slack-jawed, Jamal barely hesitated as he took the pipe, melting the crystal with the lighter before putting it to his lips. "Suck it deep. Deep and slow." After twenty seconds of filling his lungs, Jamal exhaled a large cloud into the air. The remainder of his doubts exhaled with it. The boy sat back on his juicy black ass, grinning dumbly as his whole body buzzed. His mind was foggy. He felt good... detached from himself, but very aware of every sensation his body felt. He felt warm, electric, open... "Good boy, feels good don't it? Getting high, and obeying me. Serving me. " "Yesss Masser." "Hit the pipe again nigger. Slower this time. Deeper." The cloud billowed out of Jamal's mouth and nose seemingly in slow motion. The warmth spreading throughout him hit his crotch, and without thinking he began rubbing his own black faggot hardon. "Every inch of your black body tingles doesn't it. At the thought of obeying me. Getting high for me. Being used for me." "Yessss." "Take another hit boy. Deeper this time. Slower." He hit it again. Exhaling an even more bilious and voluminous cloud into the air, the familiar tingle grew stronger. The detached sensation he felt was somehow compounded even further by drugs in his system meeting his Master's smell. "Take another boy." He did, and the warmth inside him began to tingle insistently around the ring of his ass. And also deep within his hole. As his glazed eyes fell on the bulge now a mere foot away. The tingle became an itch. "Again." Jamal's vacant pupils were as wide as dinner plates as a billowing cloud of smoke exited his lips. He smiled as he felt that familiar feeling, the odd combo of intense focus and blissfull detachment. Every inch of his body tingled even more insistently as he felt his mind drift on clouds of meth and musk and lust. The itch in his black hole, his nigger hole, grew into a hunger. As if sensing that hunger, his Master peeled the compression shorts off his massive, alabaster thighs and kicked them to the ground, and his pendulous cock hung swinging from his crotch, nestled in a dark thicket of pubes. He stood there, cock looming large in Jamal's tunneling vision. The man did not speak. He knew, with the amphetamine in Jamal's system, and the musk of a superior white cock in the boy's nose. He did not need to. The nigger's own inner desires would do the work for him.

At 25 years old I was what people termed a "Pretty Boy", very good looks, clean shaven, short dark hair and a trim body. On the outside I was a gentle, placid and kind person. On the inside I had a devious nasty streak which came out when my 7 inch thick pierced poz cock honed in on it's target. Getting a guy to bottom for me took no effort at all. Over the last few years I had been given some good tips on how to make the condom rip allowing me to stealth with greater effect. I was standing outside one of hippest gay nightclubs which attracted the young preppy set. I paid the entrance fee and went inside. The lights flashed and glistened over the bodies of the young twinks as they flayed themselves around on the dance floor. The heavy beat of the continuous music, the occasional whiff of poppers emanating through the air as I made my way around the dance floor. With so many choices it was difficult to isolate any one in particular so I just wandered straight through the middle of the floor. I couldn't have gone more than 5 meters as one young stunner grabbed me to dance with him, he couldn't have been more than 20 years old but was obviously a little drunk. Dark mohican style hair adorned his youthful body standing several inches shorter than me, he oozed a certain naivety. Totally in the music he had turned away from his group of friends to dance with me. As we did so, I gradually kept moving back away from him and like a good puppy he kept up following my movement. Slowly but surely we found ourselves on the other side of the dance floor, isolated from his group of friends. His hands grabbed my hips as we continued dancing, I moved in closer as he looked up at me. He kissed my neck and looked up again where I returned a smile and kissed him on the cheek. "Your so sexy, I would totally have sex with you if your interested" he shouted in my ear. I played the shy look of surprise expression and slapped him gently on the ass lingering and caressing it as I did so. He grabbed my hand and we moved off the dance floor and headed down the corridor to the restroom. As we entered he picked up a condom and lube packet from the basket on the sink counter. I silently laughed to myself thinking this was such a classy place. He looked at me, holding the condom up "Well, interested?" he asked, I simply nodded as he guided me in to a stall and locked the door behind us. "I don't have long, I have to get back to friends." he urgently said. Without a sound he dropped his shorts and underwear handing me the condom and lube. I turned him around and pushed him up against the wall. I dropped my shorts ripped open the condom packet and pushed him up against the wall. I got the tip of the condom and bit the very tip off in a quick movement and slipped it over my raging erection. He took a look at the meat "oh fuck yeah!" he moaned as he pushed his arse out. I lubed my wrapped cock and guided it towards his hole. He tensed as the head pushed through his hole "Oh man, fuck me!" he cried to me. I positioned my hips and rammed my entire shaft deep in to his body a he moaned in pleasure. Pinning him flat up against the wall I kicked his legs apart to provide better access and held his arms tightly above his head. He emitted small erotic cries pleading me to fuck him. I rippled my hips pushing deep in to his hot ass. Pulled halfway out and thrusted back in hard causing his head to fall back against my neck, I continued doing this this until I felt the condom give. As I began to pump his ass with shallow hard thrusts he told me it was hurting. I comforted him whispering to him that it was just the size of my dick, I kissed him long and hard on the mouth as I continued fucking his ass, I withdrew my shaft leaving the head inside of him as I angled my cock to the left and rammed it home. He yelped and struggled to free his arms, I gripped tighter and pushed them up higher above his head. His complaining gradually eased as his moans of desire took over. I continued for several more minutes forcing my cock to push up hard against the walls of his anal lining. I could feel a tingling deep in my balls as they started to build up to the finale. My cock started swelling and twitching uncontrollably. His ass was pushing back to take more of my cock and his hips began pounding against him. I grunted loud, he cried "fuck me, fuck me hard.". I complied by giving him some of my best ass pounding making him whimper in ecstasy. My body pushed him harder up against the wall as I tensed and felt the breeding contractions rocketing up my shaft emitting wave after wave of my toxic seed in his delicate body. I held him still against the wall waiting for the squeezing every last drop in him, gradually I began slow undulating hip movements. I wanted to make sure this boy was bred good. I slowly withdrew my cock from his ass, the condom now only wrapped around half of my shaft I pulled it off and flushed it down the toilet. Still pinning him to the wall with my chest I pulled some tissue from the roll and wiped my cock, I glanced down and saw streaks of blood, I threw it in the toilet and flushed it as well. Pulling my shorts up I kissed him "Great fuck baby, one I hope you enjoyed and will remember." I left the stall and the club.

I'd love to have a slutty cum dump friend. Would be a great soundboard. Maybe we could still learn something from each other.

Finally hooked up with a guy that I wanted to breed for a long time. We always had bad luck - he’s allergic to cats meaning my place is off; he lives with parents so his place is off; seen him taking loads at the bathhouse but I’m either spent or being a bottom slut myself. But finally met at the bathhouse on Xmas eve. He’s a hot muscular Asian with a great bubble but. I ate out his slutty hole good and long and then fucked him full of my 3 day load. Then ate my cum out of his hole while he jerked off. He was definitely worth the wait 😈

Prequel to Chapter 45; *Waiting* I lay in the sling in the darkened candle lit bathroom with the Lucifer chants ringing through my ears, Todd's pus-piss soaked Jock stuffed in my mouth, two of Todd's super charged up toxic loads deposited deep inside my rectum, restrained by my ankles and wrists, with a brand new cunT to my name. For a few minutes I lay just like that. And then, with the bathroom door still locked I was soon feeling a pair of hot hands molest me, tugging at the nipple clamp chain and rubbing me all over my helpless body. THEN ....

Tonight I decided to stop off at the video store on my way home. I cruised a while but most of the men were regulars looking for dick like me. There was one guy that I had not seen before but seemed to know way around. He motioned me into a booth. I went in and he pulled out his cock. It was nice. Ok I’m size. About 8” sort of thick. I sucked him for a while and then he asked my favorite question. Do you like to get fucked? I said yes. Then he asked the question I hate. Do you have a condom? I am always open and tell guys that I do not like to get fucked with condoms. He said he was safe. I said ok and turned around with my ass facing him. Any real man will have a hard time saying no to my ass. Lol. He rubbed his cock on my hole and his precum made it slick. I grabbed his cock and put it so that when I backed up he would slide in. He slid in my well trained pussy with ease. He let out a big moan and started to pump in me. After a few seconds he pulled out and said he needed a condom. I told him I was going to walk around and maybe we would meet up later. About an hour later he was still there and he came back up to me and said he had a friend that had a big dick and would like to fuck me too. There is a guy that works the front counter on Thursdays. He doesn’t come into the booth area at all so you can spend as much time with someone as you want. I found a bigger booth that has a bigger tv and more room to move around. He came in with me and motioned to his friend to cum in as well. Both men were older. In their early 50’s. Not overly attractive but had nice bodies. The friend asked me if I like to get fucked and I said yes. He asked if I had lube. I said no. I usually don’t need lube. Spit and precum are enough. He said I was going to need lube and pulled out his cock. I am not exaggerating when I say it was as big around as a beer can. I love a challenge so I told him that I had poppers and we could just try those with some spit. He said ok and I bent over to suck the first guy while beer can tried to stuff his big cock in me. As he suspected it would not fit. He said he was going to go out front to get some lube and would be right back. While he was out of the booth I took my opportunity to work on condom guy a little more. I sucked his for a little while he sat on a bench in the booth. I got him real sloppy wet and decided to give his bare cock another shot. I turned around and sat on his cock and it want balls deep. I started to move up and down expecting him to push me off and say he needed a condom but he didn’t. I kept riding him and soon there was a knock on the door. Beer can was back with lube. I kept riding the cock I was on and fished beer can out of his pants to suck and get him hard. I started to feel the familiar feeling of the guy I was riding getting close to breeding. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down on his cock holding me in place and started moaning loud. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. When he was fully satisfied that I had every drop in my pussy he pulled out and switched places with beer can guy who had started to lube his beautiful fat cock. I started to sit on beer can at the same time I took the other guy in my mouth to clean him up. I took a couple hits of poppers in anticipation of riding beer can. It’s rare that I struggle to take a cock but his was a challenge. The poppers helped and my concentration of cleaning the first guy good. I was able to get him in balls deep before I started to ride him. It went surprising easy after that. It may have been the combination of the existing load in me, or the poppers or even the lube but I was taking him like a champ. The first guy was totally soft by now and totally clean so he just sat back and watched beer can work his magic. I was in heaven riding that massive cock. I pussy orgasmed twice while he was in me. After a few minutes he ended up busting inside like the first guy. After I was satisfied I got his full load I pulled off of him got on my knees and cleaned his cock. He tasted great. Both men got dressed and left the booth. I stayed there naked for a few minutes reflecting on how good It was.

After Shawn shared his toxic load, Rik left the PEP pills on the bedstand - the three that were soaked in Rik’s cum and the other three. Rik got cleaned up, and then the Brad and Justin tended to adult responsibilities around the apartment … there was stuff that had to get done, so they did it. When it was bedtime and the three studs were climbing in bed, Justin noticed the PEP pills were still on the bedstand. “Rik, don’t forget to take your meds. Your PEP window is closing fast.” Brad said, “You’re not going to take them, are you?” Rik pulled them close and said, “It doesn’t make sense for me to fight something I really want. I want your infection more than anything on this earth. Brad, please stop your meds, like Justin did. Both you guys can let your viral load climb to toxic levels. I want to seroconvert from your poz cum. Will you guys do that for me?” Brad looked at Rik and said, “I’ve secretly always wanted to poz you. From the moment we got together, I wanted to share my DNA with you and convert you. I only took meds to be undetectable because you were neg. I didn’t think you would be ok with me getting a biohazard tattoo, and that’s only reason why I don’t.” Justin said, “Brad’s no lying. He told me many times after our support group meeting that he fantasized all the time about sharing his infection with you, but didn’t want to lose you.” Rik said, “It’s settled then. If Shawn’s load converts me, that’s fine. But I want you guys to breed me as much as you can until I do convert. I want your disease.” Brad’s cock was rock hard hearing this from his boyfriend. He said, “Then we have work to get done. Get on your back and let me in.” While Brad was working his cock inside Rik’s battered hole, Justin was lying alongside the boys, making out with Rik. Justin tweaked Rik’s nips and said, “Once you convert you need to get your nipples pierced. Deal?” Rik could just nod his head in agreement. Justin continued, “You need a tattoo as well to celebrate your big decision too.” Brad said, “He has to earn his biohazard, let’s not jump the gun.” Justin said, “Rik is such a fucking pervert, he got off when we wrote “Neg4Poz” “Cum Slut” and “Poz Me” in magic marker on his back. My vote is he gets a tattoo on his back saying “Poz Loads” and then have an arrow point down to his asshole.” Brad said, “Fuck … you’re going to make me cum!” Rik said, “Come on, stud. Breed your poz cum into me!” It was then that Brad shot the first poz load into his boyfriend that was meant to actually transmit his virus. As his load boiled in his nuts and started to inject Rik, there was no feeling of concern about Rik’s future. The goal of this orgasm was to spread his disease to his boyfriend. He thrust his hips against Rik’s hole like never before. He was fucking him with new purpose. Justin shared that same purpose, and he was next to fuck Rik that night. Seroconversion couldn’t come fast enough for these three boyfriends.

5. You’re doing well boy. How do you feel with your cock safely locked away?”read Sir’s next text. Hornier than ever Sir! Good. And I hear you served the tops I sent over so far today well. Thank you Sir. Now we don’t want to wear that nice cunt of yours too quickly. You’ll have a few hours off to do as you like. I will send you an address a little before 1 of where you’re supposed to go for your next load. What you decided to do before then is up to you. If you want more cock then you know how to find it. If you get bred you will get a video and send it to me right away. Yes Sir! And I expect at least two more videos of you filling a glass with your piss and drinking it down boy. Fuck! Yes Sir! Good. Have fun 😉 1pm, alright I had three hours to kill before my next task. My cock hurt a little straining against the cage, and my hole felt empty. I grabbed the plug from where it lay on the floor and bent over to cram it back into my hole. It slid in easily and didn’t quite lock in as tight as it did before. I went into my room and pulled a pair of briefs to try and keep the plug in better. What to do now. If I was totally honest with myself I didn’t want to wait till 1 to get fucked again. I was so horny I felt like I needed it. I went into the kitchen and got myself a large glass of water and drank it down quickly, thinking about how hot it had been to drink my own piss earlier in the day. Then I opened up scruff and started scrolling. The pickings were slim early morning on a weekday. So I sent out some messages, checked Grindr, and then started scrolling through porn Twitter while drinking another glass of water. Feeling my cock struggle against the cage made me even hornier. I started to look for new profiles to follow: subs, caged boys, raw bottoms, pigs. My searches got more and more raunchy. I watched caged boys be stretched out with toys and hands, I watched them take loads, and I watched them worship men’s bodies. I slugged back another glass of water, my bladder swelling slowly. This was the most turned on I had ever been. My hunger for cock was growing and the messages I sent out were getting more and more desperate. I eventually sent a message to a man older than my father with a thick mat of white chest hair, and just a bit of a bell on him saying only “please breed me Sir!” I sent similar messages to a few more guys while walking to the bathroom. The cup I had used earlier still sat on the bathroom sink. I held it under the slit at the end of my cock cage and let go. Warm pale yellow liquid filled the glass, steaming up the sides. I held the camera steady till the last drop feel from the cage and then swapped it to feature my face, smiled, and raised the glass to my lips. The taste was lighter than last time, slightly less acidic, but still the warmth of the liquid was alluring. The taboo of what I was doing filled me with lust as the warm tart liquid slid down my throat. I smiled into the camera, and then texted the video to Sir. And then the daddy I had messaged responded...

Two years ago I had a car accident and broke my right leg, arm and shoulder and I had to have surgery on my arm and shoulder. After the surgery I had to stay for a few days in the hospital. Bored to death after a couple of days I manage to check out Grindr with my left hand and saw a couple of guys with hospital garments online, but sadly both profiles had no face. On the third day, a cute male nurse told me he had to give me a sponge bath, so he started to work on me. Obviously my cock semi hard and I apologize for it, but he said he was used to it and not to worry. After a few minutes he my cock in his mouth and gave me a blow job. I came within minutes in his mouth and he proceeded to snowball me. After I asked him why had he taken suck a risk and he told me that he had seen my profile on Grindr and wanted to make my stay “interesting”

As I had been told, the following weekend I met Joe, and he, Mark and I had a very intense weekend. Joe arrived at about 8:00 PM on Friday evening, greeting Mark and me with a bear hug. Just looking at him, my cock twitched with excitement, especially as his cock was bulging in his tight 501 Levi jeans. He was about 6' 2", was nicely built, had a full head of dark, even black hair, as well as a full black beard. Just my type. Mark led us down into the dungeon where we had a few drinks while watching the TIM film, Viral Loads. Seated between Mark and Joe, two hot leather men, my cock involuntarily got harder and harder. Noticing as much, and gauging I was ready, Mark pushed my head down onto Joe’s lap, ordering me to “Lick the wet spot on my buddy’s crotch.” Of course I was more than willing to do so. Joe opened his jeans and extracted his seven inch cock, which was, as I suspected, already hard. I devoured every inch. Mark, meanwhile, managed to rip a hole in the ass of my jeans, and vigorously fingered my hole with two fingers, and then even managed to place a wet kiss on my ass lips. Damn, my hole wanted to get more and more, and both Joe and Mark were just the men to give me what I wanted. Picking me up, Joe carried me to his sling where he expertly restrained me. This was the same sling where I had my ass had received its first poz load from Mark. Now it was time to willingly take more of his highly toxic cum deep into my ass. I had been anticipating this second baptism the entire week, and damn, my hole was more than ready. Before this would happen, however, Mark ordered me to worship his poz seed, and I was to accomplish that through the respectful worship of his cock, which he facilitated by standing directly behind my head, and allowing me to lick his soft cock and balls, sporadically, however, withdrawing from my reach, teasing me, urging me to describe the desire I felt for his manly member. The courtly language of the past sprung to mind, and seemed to suit the occasion: “Your cock is the erotic gifter of the pleasures I seek,” and “Let your member speak to me, and return my lust,” and again, “Oh sir, fill me with your cock and leave with me your toxic poz seed.” Slowly, with the dignity the occasion merited, Mark's cock rose to its full dignity, which, of course, turned-on Joe, who all this time had been preparing my ass with a large dildo which he inserted into my body through the hole Mark had ripped in the seat of my jeans. My cock, meanwhile, strained against my jeans, leaking pre-cum in generous quantities, which soaked through the jeans, and led Mark to pull my jeans off, and, securing my cock by the base to discourage further erection, he snapped a leather cod piece on my cock. Both leather men continued to use my body, Mark, by fucking my face, and Joe by rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack, teasing my hole with his juicy dock head. Man, I was so fuckin’ horny. Perhaps thinking of the film we had been watching, Joe then used a baster to squirt a generous quantity of cum into my ass, confirming my unspoken question, that yes, it was poz cum. Just to add to the experience, Mark then slid a frozen cum popsicle into my mouth, which, in softening, left me feeling totally immersed in toxic poz cum: toxic poz cum dripping into my hole, and no less erotic, toxic poz cum was melting in my mouth. “It’s now time for you to receive more of my highly toxic cum,” Mark intoned, and apparently having choreographed the move, Mark and Joe moved the portable sling over to the leather breeding table, and in a deft movement, Mark slid a chrome speculum into my hungry hole, which made it easy for him to squeeze the contents of a condom into my cavity. I was gratified when Mark casually remarked the poz seed he was now giving me was from Joe, and that it constituted no less than four loads. As the last drops of Joe’s load disappeared into my hole, Mark removed the speculum, and inserted his magnificent, toxic gifter cock. My cock throbbed under its leather cod piece, and my hole was on fire. Mark’s cock felt so good. My ass muscles tightened around his cock, welcoming it, pleading with it to plunge deeper, ever deeper. Mark, however, was not one to be hurried, and established his own pace in splitting me open. Slowly, gradually, Mark moved deeper, ignoring my pleas that he plunge in balls-deep. Joe, meanwhile, was not one to stand aside idly, but rather he stood over my head, and slid his cock into my mouth, face-fucking me as only a leather man can carry off, his cock head drooling generous quantities of poz cum in the process, which told me he was approaching his climax, as was Mark, who groaned he was about to blow his toxic poz load into my hole – poz seed for both my willing and desirous mouth and my no less willing and desirous ass. Just then, as I thought Joe was about to blow his load deep in my throat, he withdrew his cock from my mouth and managed to order to me extend my tongue, which I did just in time for him to blow his load on my lips, face, chin and tongue. Oh man, his hot poz cum on my tongue, and while I was tempted to immediately relish it, Joe forestalled by action by immediately licking-up the stray drops of cum, and sharing all of it with me in a deep, all-encompassing kiss, a kiss that surely pushed Mark over the top, and he announced as much by yelling “Receive my poz load!” as he blew another deadly load in my hole.

I'd been chatting with a poz top on Manhunt for a few days. His screen name was POZyouUP, and he described himself as 45, 6' 3", 250 pounds, olive skin tone, Italian/Latin mix, sporting a goatee. He added he had dark eyes, a shaved head, was quite muscular and was quite hairy all over his body, carried himself as hyper masculine, and oh, yeah, he had a 10 inch UNCUT cock. My kind of guy. I couldn't wait to meet this guy. Just so you have some sense of me, I'm 25, 6' 2", 220 pounds, masculin, dark hair and eyes, neg-vers, and I have a cut cock. POZupiI{ and I decided to meet up one night at my place. At the agreed-upon time there was a knock at my door. I opened the door, admitting the stud into the room. He was fucking beautiful. As we struggled to strip off our clothing, we also tongue wrestled. Pushing me down to my knees, he ordered me to suck his poz cock. I reached up and pulled back his foreskin, finding his precum was liberally oozing out his slit, coating his shaft. Licking his cock clean, I then devoured the head of his wet, salty dick, swallowing his rod all the way down until his huge hairy balls were resting on my chin. For some fifteen minutes he violated throat, giving no regard for my comfort or gagging, but I didn't give a shit, and in fact was slightly disappointed when he withdrew his cock from my mouth, jacking his swollen meat in my face. To my surprise his foreskin was still so generous the skin flapped as he pleasured himself, a sight that completely turned me on, especially as I had never seen so much precum. "I'm ready to breed me," he grunted, so I gestured him into my bedroom where I lay on my stomach, positioning myself so I was, essentially, kneeling, leaning onto the mattress. Spreading my legs, I presented myself for his enjoyment. Without a word he dropped to his knees, rimming my ass like a wild animal, spreading my butt cheeks, licking, biting. and tongue-drilling my ass. When my hole was sopping wet he ordered me on all fours, spat on his rigid dick, initially rubbing his cockhead the length of my ass crack, and then precipitously and without warning rammed his fucking cock inside my hole, balls-deep. I screamed in pain. He plowed my ass for about ten minutes. My ass was in agony, but still I held on for dear life. Withdrawing, he ordered me to lay on the bed, on my back, and to spread my legs. I couldn't help but fixate on the sight of his rock hard cock, covered in blood, as he rammed it back inside my man cunt. He fucked me hard for 30 minutes, during which time he grunted with pleasure as his huge sack slapped against my ass. His sweat poured off his face onto my chest. Clearly he was determined to seed me good. "You ready for a six day load?" he asked. "Hell yeah, do it, man!" I demanded. Wordlessly roaring "Aaaaaggghhhhhh!!!!!!" his cock exploded in my ass, breeding me like a big fucking dog. He had so assaulted my ass it felt almost as if it had been burned with a branding iron, and his load was so large it almost felt as if he was pissing in me, but no, it was all sperm. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside my ass as he moaned in pleasure and exhaustion as his residual cum oozed into my hole. We lay there for about five minutes, each of us striving to collect his breath. Then he pulled out, his cock still rock hard. However, without another word he dressed and left as I lay there watching him. I never even knew his real name. I lay in my sweat-soaked bed, the aroma of his sweat and cum permeating the room. For that matter, his cum was oozing from my abused, bloody ass. In fact the volume of thick cum that was oozing from my hole suggested he must have shot about ten volleys into my ass. Had I been a woman, I would have been most definitely been knocked-up. In any event I jerked off and shot my load all over the place. Then I fell asleep. In a way he did knock me up because a month later I tested positive.

Part 1 - November 2018 Darren sat in the chair wiping his eyes, his head lowered trying to comprehend what the counsellor was telling him. All he saw was her mouth moving, the words just didn't make sense in his mind and he completely broke down. The doctor sat there in silence watching and probably judging him based on where he was from. What he did see was a 22 year old lad from the estate and most likely a habitual drug user and thief. His dark buzzed haircut and sporadic tattoos on his arm that probably extended across his body as well were classic for persons from the estate. He was a fairly well built young man standing five feet nine inches tall with a nice muscle definition, not big by any standards but also not small and one who could easily look after himself. Having been his doctor all his young life Darren had matured in to an attractive 22 year old and it was hard seeing him like this now. His blue eyes lost their sparkle against the redness from his crying which had gone on for nearly 20 minutes, the doctor was fast loosing interest as in reality he saw just another person from a family that lived on state benefits from the Flowers estate. You could say his life was mapped out unless he did something to lift himself out of the estate that was rife with drugs and gang culture. Dr Edwards excused himself and walked out the room and grabbed some water leaning back against the wall, questioning his own ethical practice and judgment. He couldn't fathom out why these people ever acted so surprised when they caught something from whatever it was they were doing. Looking up at the ceiling he never expected someone so young to be diagnosed with HIV in his area, he wondered if his judgement was premature as there were no tell tell signs of needle marks. The lad would just sit there and deny any knowledge of how he could have possibly contracted it, in fact he almost raged when the doctor began asking personal questions. His mother, Rose, sat there more concerned about getting back to watching TV than being with her son, at one point she looked at him 'are you still crying' she said displaying no emotion to him. Dr Edwards crunched the paper cup in his hand and threw it in the bin, composing himself he opened the door and entered the counselling room. Rose looked up at the doctor "Are we done here?" she said picking her bag up. "I'm sorry Mrs Stevens do you have somewhere you need to be?" Dr Edwards asked sitting back down. Rose looked at the doctor and counsellor "What else do you need me here for?" she replied. Rose stood up and walked out of the room nearly knocking the pharmacist over who was bringing the medication for Darren to the counselling room. He checked over the prescription making sure it was the correct drugs. "Darren, there is 3 months here which you must take do you understand?" Dr Edwards asked seeing him nod. Darren looked at him "Just for 3 months?" he asked wiping his eyes. "Darren you will have take this for the rest of your life to keep the virus under control" he replied. Darren broke down again at the full reality of how his life changed "You can't treat it?" he sobbed. "If you take the medication you can go on living a normal life" Dr Edwards explained. "Really?" Darren asked looking up and the doctor nodded. "Come back in 2 weeks and we can check the virus levels are going down" Dr Edwards said standing up. Darren had calmed down enough and took the bag of medication and instruction sheet from the doctor, he stood and walked out of the clinic. He still felt sick, but then he was carrying a very high viral load of 750k which resulted in him falling ill for the second time that month. He sat in his bedroom afraid to go and hang out with his friends, he knew how he got it and who gave it to him and he was hell bent on getting his revenge somehow. The problem was he would have to do it alone as he couldn't risk any of his friends finding out as they would probably turn on him. After a week of sitting in his room and slipping out to walk up along the Malvern hills he was beginning to feel better, by the second week he had been to see Dr Edwards again for another blood test. Hoping to get the results there and then he was told to come back in two weeks for another test, Dr Edwards said that if anything was not right they would call him. He sat in the waiting room four weeks after the initial diagnosis feeling much better, the nurse came out and called him in to the doctors room. "Darren hello, take a seat and I will be with you" Dr Edwards said reading through Darren's file. Darren closed the door "Hi" he said and sat down looking at him. Dr Edwards looked up "Good your viral load is down to 300k but still some way to go" he said smiling. Darren nodded "I feel a lot better as well" he told the doctor. "Keep taking the medication Darren, be as regular as you can and you will be back to normal" Dr Edwards told him. Darren looked at him "Normal, with this hanging over me?" he replied taken back. "There is no need not have a normal life Darren" Dr Edwards said looking at him. Darren half smiled "Okay" he said as the doctor gave him another appointment in one months time. "You should find yourself a job Darren, your bright enough to make something of your life don't end up on this estate forever" Dr Edwards said cautiously. Darren looked up at him "Giving career advice now as well" he said trying to be light hearted about it. Dr Edwards chuckled "Really Darren, you could make something of your life you have what it takes". He walked home contemplating what the doctor had said, he knew Dr Edwards was right and seemed to show some concern for him. But for the moment he had no idea how or what, he did know that hanging around with his friends would not allow him to move on. If he was honest with himself he really wanted off the estate and find a sensible life. It caused him to question if getting the revenge was really what he wanted to do or even if it would be worthwhile, no matter what he did he was still going to have HIV at the end of it. Apart from the gang of friends who he hung out with around the estate his existence was a lonely one. He had no patience to be with a girl despite many of them swooning over him because of his looks and tattoos, he just never felt it was what he wanted. A mother who neither cared or wanted him in the house, a father who was lazy as fuck and only showered and shaved once a week when he went to the pub. He sat down in the park looking across the road at the estate and suddenly seeing it for what it really was, run down and a grotty place with grotty residents, the people in the town avoided cutting across and took the long way round despite the inconvenience. The families were abusive, rough and picked on anyone who had the balls to cut through their territory. It never use to be like this he thought, the last 7 years it had gained a bad reputation all over town and in the indeed the county. Sitting on the swing he thought about that late afternoon two years ago that lead him to this point in his life. To him it was just normal to pick on the guy as he had in school, the years that had gone by didn't seem to have made any difference. He still enjoyed taunting him and calling him a poofter when he saw Byron. But this time he had pushed him over the edge, finally having had enough of the years of abuse he turned and made Darren atone for his sins over the years. He never expected or saw it coming but Byron had changed and he never fathomed how much muscle Byron now packed as he felt himself overpowered with ease. He hadn't seen Byron since that afternoon, he did wonder if he was keeping a low profile and avoiding crossing the estate now. Byron is the same age and was in his classes at school until he left having won a scholarship at some private school. The scrawny upper class prick Darren thought remembering back, his blond hair, blue eyes and slight frame. The timid shy person was easy pickings at school. Not today he isn't he thought, he still has blond hair and blue eyes and that is where it ends. He now stands at five feet ten inches tall, a dancers build that is fit and heavily muscled, you would never know that as he wears loose clothing. That is what fooled Darren to think he could still take Byron down. Byron picked up his suitcase from the luggage carousel at Heathrow and said good bye to several of the cast members who had flown back on the same flight from New York. Promising they would go out on his return to London before they started rehearsals for their next show on one of the popular TV reality shows. Today though he was going back home to Malvern and his foster parents to spend the next two weeks over Christmas with them. Thankful that at least he could have a nice rest and recharge his batteries. The driver spotted him coming through the arrivals exit, you couldn't miss Byron with his little bun on the top of his head and a kind of designer stubble adorning the now chiselled features on his face. He cut an imposing silhouette amongst the crowd exiting the doors, the driver walked towards him and waved, Byron smiled in acknowledgement. Tom had driven Byron around quite a bit over the last year and they had become fairly acquainted with each other, they shook hands and walked out of the terminal over to the short stay car park. "How was your trip to New York Byron?" Tom asked heaving the case in to the trunk of the car. "Really good but exhausting" he replied "two months of two shows a day, kind of glad to be home for the rest". Tom chuckled "I read that you were quite a hit on Broadway, the singing and dancing" he said looking at him. Byron laughed and sat in the back seat "Only one song in the musical, I didn't want to but they coerced me". "Don't Byron" Tom said as they pulled out of the car park "I have heard you sing, you are amazing". They rattled on for the entire drive to Malvern, Byron actually was quite fond of Tom and had no problem engaging in conversation. Mountview had spotted a star in the making with Byron, almost the triple threat of singing, dancing and acting which was perfect for musical theatre. Byron however found his first love in dancing weather contemporary, ballet or ballroom he was pretty good at all styles. He was the first dancer that Mountview put with one of the top talent agencies and the only dancer who got private transport instead of public. He knew time was ticking and he would have to start on medication soon since his last test showed he was running a virus level of 600k, but due to his fitness he remained very healthy, albeit dangerous to have sex with. The car passed the outskirts of Malvern and headed through the town stopping at a set of traffic lights across from the Flowers estate. "God that place looks worse every time I see it" Byron said seeing Tom look over to his right. He nodded "Not a place you want to go through I hear" Tom said. Byron looked at Tom "Use to be such a nice place, but I guess a generation has moved on" he said wondering if Darren was still being a bully. They drove for several more minutes turning on to a leafy road with sprawling houses set back off the road either side. Continuing half way down they made a left turn on to the drive of his family home, the front door opened as his foster mother stood on the steps beaming at his arrival. Although he was old enough to leave and do his own thing he was still part of their family and he looked on them as his real parents. After all he owed a lot to them as they encouraged him and helped him down the performing arts route. Every review and production they would attend supporting Byron, Jane was impressed by how Byron had changed physically and become the handsome, kind and affectionate person he is today. Byron was retrieving his case from Tom when a red Porsche turned on to the drive and Stefan stepped running across the driveway hugging Byron. "How did you know I was coming home?" Byron asked letting go of Stefan. Stefan laughed and put his arm around his shoulder "Your mother texted me this morning" he said. Byron was so overjoyed to see Stefan that he welled up as they hugged. Through the years that passed and at every corner Stefan proved to be a friend, they really did count on each other. Maturing from just school friends to an incredibly close bond they formed over the years. A few snow flurries danced around in the air as the biting cold wind swirled across their faces. His mother called them both in to the warmth of his home.

In my early twenties, backpacking around Europe. Small town on coast of Greece, wandering around and see a really hot older guy (probably all of 40!), dark wavy hair and big 80's mustache! We passed each other coming out of a shop, then later on we passed on the street and still later passed each other in another part of town. Wasn't real good at reading social clues/body language, especially in a foreign country, so just thought he as sexy as hell and moved on. Next day, at beach, dozens of people in water. I wade out into the water and there he is standing in front of me! I smile, then go back to my towel to figure out what the hell might happen next. Kind of lost him in the beach crowd, then all of the sudden he's standing over me, asking to stand on my towel because he's burning his feet on the black sand! He was Italian, married, spoke little English. I spoke no Italian. We each tried a few words of French and that was enough to communicate that he was renting this tent-like structure on the beach. In a few minutes we were naked inside this sweltering tent and I was swallowing a load of Italian sperm. Well, he got a load of American cum as well:)

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December 23rd, right here in my home. The person I share this house with has been spending most of December in the hospital for a multitude of sicknesses and injuries, so I've got the place to myself. I was unusually horny, but I'm picky about who I play with. I have to like something about them. On this occasion, I chose to forego that standard, and decided "a hole is a hole". So I messaged someone I knew would be interested. This local, "Max", who I had played with before. He did not impress me on our previous fuck sessions. I had him once last year but he was not that good. He came twice before I did once, and spilled the seed out when I got it into him, plus he's a cum-and-run kind of guy. Another time I was the 7th load in a hotel gangbang where he just surfed his phone the whole time trying to score his 8th load. I remembered his hole as being a little thorny, and not that pleasurable. I gave him another try because I *needed* to dump this load. He came over, and this time I went all out. Almost as soon as he got in the door, I nailed him to the wall and kissed him hard. We quickly went into my basement to fuck. This is where I keep my sling. We quickly got undressed, and after adjusting the seat a couple times, we went to it. I fucked him as hard as I could, and furiously dumped that load in his hole. This time he held on to it, and I had Max moaning and begging for that "sweet creamy jizz". I also got all my fingers inside his hole, and he says he'd be open to try fisting even though he doesn't know what a prolapse is. And he came twice again during the pounding. I really let him have it. That was our best fuck - considering how low the bar was set the previous two times, it's kind of an accomplishment. Next time he comes early, I'm going to collect that spunk and use it as lube to impregnate him.

Chapter 43; *PrEP'd for Ritualistic-Fuck and Underground poz-parTy ~ Part 2* With my new septum piercing, my tits clamped, and once again flying in a magical meth haze, Todd continued his methodical PrEP of the English bugged up poz-PiG; Still positioned on the Stainless Steel Medical Examination Chair with my legs still in the stirrups I now had a rubber catheter inserted into my cunT. Said catheter was attached to a steel enema bucket filled with warm water; - We need you completely cleaned out for tonight. I mean clean as a whistle. We are going to be requiring all the space you have got to give us ... Now drink up. He handed me a plastic beaker with Bone Broth in for all the easy assimilated nutrients to keep my body firing on all cylinders for my big night ahead. I would be made to drink a lot of this during the day alongside tea. No solids from this poinT were allowed. Once all the warm water had entered into my colon I was made to hold for several minutes before I was then made to release. As soon as I released I was given another enema. And then, another! My gut was now totally clear, leaving plenty of space for all kinds of incoming traffic, and the first lot of one way traffic was only moments away. During my enemas one thing that Todd done was to undress down to his white, damp pus-piss stained jockstrap, and they were about to be removed. I was summoned to get up from the steel examination chair and kneel before him. Towering above he looked down at me and I looked up at him with my brand new piggy septum piercing; - Lick my jock boy, come on now, that's it, lick it up, that's it. Now sniff it, .... sniff again but deeper this time, yeah, go on, that's it, taste that pungent smell PiG. Now close your eyes. I closed them which was followed by Todd removing his jock completely. With my eyes still firmly shut he grabbed hold of my hand and brought it up to his dick, prompting me to stroke it. - That's it PiG, nice and slow. Make me HARD! I slowly stroked, and it quickly grew! Even though he had very soon reached full on erection, I was expected to keep stroking and keep my eyes closed for a few minutes as a BARE minimum, as he groaned and grunted. - Now open your eyes PiG, and tell me what you see. - Holy fuck. That looks like it could do some proper damage [ I gasped ] My gasp was met with a simple short sharp arrogant smirk as he looked down at me. He barked at me to get up where he then cupped one of his hands behind my head and pulled me in towards his face, before shoving his tongue deep down my throat. His ripe breath continued project contamination, soiling me in any way it could. My NEG boyfriend Lew back at home would need to be very wary of me if he was near me now; I was now a highly charged up toxic riddled bug bucket! ☢️ As my throat was assaulted by Todd's tongue fuck he was collecting pus from my now heavily dripping urethra and repetitively smeared it on and in his AIDS wasted cunt-hole. My first session of bug swapping since my official diagnosis earlier today! After we spent some quality time exchanging pus and spit he let go of me and casually walked over to the rim seat, where he sat; - C'mon PiG, get underneath here and lick my AIDS cunt. C'mon, it's good stuff, after-all, it just came from your dick. I lay on the floor and slid underneath him, and there was his toxic wasted hole staring right in front of me. My tongue touched his cunT and slowly glided over, licking up my pus and his musky man scent. He grunted as his very well used hole twitched, which only served for me to get really into eating out his ass. I loved to eat out my man back at home, a very pleasurable experience, but there was something about the present rim play that paled rimming Lew's ass into insignificance. I was no longer a human having sex. I was a wild animal. Having spent a good half hour poking my tongue inside, licking over his exposed hole and chewing on his cunt lips Todd suddenly stood up; - Get up sluT, and get in the shower placing your hands above your head on the wall of the shower head, and keep your head bowed down at all times. - Yes Sir. Once inside the cubicle and in position he climbed in behind me, turned on the water and fiddled with it until it was only luke warm. Then taking the unscented soap he washed me all over followed by a rinse. With the water cascading over the both of us he pressed the tip of his dick firmly against my poz hole, and leaned into my ear; - My husband and I have prepared a parTy just for you tonight. Do you want to go? There will be lots of sexy ass for you to fuck there. I know you are usually a Dom Top. - I'd love to go. - Then we have to get you ready!

I have told my story many times on here but I think it can be told again. When I was 9 my step dad and mom broke up. My real father had died and I had become very attached to my step dad. My mom through a course of events gave me the opportunity to move on with my step dad and live. I loved him and jumped at the chance. We moved into a small one bedroom apartment in the city and it was suppose to be a temporary situation but we had to sleep in the same bed. I liked the feeling of having him close to me and snuggled up on me. There was a natural progression of my holding on to his cock throughout the night and feeling it get hard in my hand. It never seemed dirty or wrong. Over time I would snuggle into his furry chest and stroke his cock. He would finger me and we would kiss. This literally went on for years. When I was 13 we had progressed to his big beefy cock rubbing up against my pussy. His precum would make it slick. I had a natural desire to want him inside of me but I let him pick the pace. After a few months of him rubbing his precum cock against my now aching for cock pussy and him cumming on my back when he got off, he started just putting the tip of his big cock in me. He was so gentile and loving. He still would pull out and cum on my back. I don’t know what real sex was but I knew I wanted his cum inside me and not on my back. Over about a three week period he would get his massive cock a little farther in my pussy each night until eventually he was balls deep. He was still always gentle and always asked me if it hurt. It did but my desire to have him in me was so much greater that I didn’t let him know of the pain. He was still pulling out to cum on my back and I instinctively knew I should be having his cum inside of me. I finally asked him if he would leave it in when he came and he did. I knew at that point that I always wanted to be bred. Over the next 5 years the sex was real and constant. It was a real love story and he taught me what sex between two men should be.

"The Conversion Club" almost wrote itself at the beginning. I had a hint of an idea and just went with it. The characters just resonated with me, for some reason. I missed the characters when I was done writing it. "Marked by My Poz Boyfriend" was more work. I'm grateful for a pervy site like this.

as it always should do - bugspeading is so irresistible, as it should be

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.

Chapter 3; Once Sir had his initial warm up fun with me, he dried and dressed himself, then as he was about to leave the changing room he gave me my first job to carry out; - I see you have your first Smartphone there Thomas. Finally upgraded from your retro handset you used to have for all those years. - Yes Sir. My brother and I both got one for our 18th birthdays earlier in the week. - Good. Now tonight you will make a short video of yourself fingering your cunt whilst on all fours facing away from camera, during which time you will give a speech on why I should take ownership of you. You will then send me the video via WhatsApp. Here is my card with my number. I expect this task to be completed by 10.30pm. - Yes Sir. After he left the changing room I was left there sat on the benches, naked, and feeling really excited about what had just happened, and what might happen with Mr Jackson. And him referring to my ass as my cunt really fueled my desire to submit to this sexy stud, and for him to take complete possession of me. I messaged my brother to come and fetch me, then got dressed and waited by the school gates. Brother Peter and I told each other everything with an unspoken sense of trust. As he drove us home I told him what had just happened, and he seemed to be showing much more of a keen interest in exactly what went on than I thought he would. And he seemed to be wriggling about in his driving seat. In fact, I got the strong sense he was turned on by it all. Actually, I know my twin like I know myself. I KNOW he was turned on by my tale. We had never discussed his sexuality, but I left it at that. There is always the right time for everything. I spent longer than usual with my family downstairs with our usual evening meal, and time spent in the lounge, so was a good hour late retiring to my bedroom than usual. Once there I installed WhatsApp and entered Mr Jackson's number into my new phone. I had him saved as Sir J. I maneuvered a chair and a box that I kept old vinyl records on top of the chair in front of my bed and placed my phone on top of it. I stripped naked, climbed on my bed getting on all fours, and proceeded to finger my asshole. Using voice recognition I commenced filming, then gave the speech that was requested of me as I continued to probe my hole; - Sir, good evening. I think you should take ownership of me because I am a true sub deep within my soul, and [ groan ] ... ''oh fuck'' [ groan ] ... ''oh yeah'' ... and I have a burning desire to serve and obey, with my body and mind. I need to be molded into what an owner exactly wants and [ groan ] ... ''oh fuck, fuck, oh god'' [ groan ] ... ''oh yeah, shit'' ... needs from me. To my owner I would be completely loyal and do all is required to please him in every which way. Thank you for considering me, Sir. Well, that was it, I was now so horned up and I needed a release. I stopped the filming, flipped over to lay on my back, took hold of my dick, and began to masturbate as I continued to finger my hole. I was fantasizing about Mr Jackson pounding me hard as he took my virginity. After a few minutes of tugging away I heard a *Scruff* message come through on my phone. Could it be Sir. The thought that it could be is only how I could stop playing with myself. Indeed, it was from him; - Where is my video I am expecting? I checked the time stamp. Ooooops, it was 10.57pm, so I had missed my deadline he had set. - Sorry Sir. I just finished it, and now I am masturbating, and am close to shooting a load. I will send it in a few minutes once I have cum. I put my new phone to the side and recommenced my tugging. A few more *Scruff* messages came through over the next few minutes as I finished myself off. Oh, maybe they are from others who have seen that I am now online. So, I continued my mission and soon was shooting a huge load onto my belly, chest, chin, and some even hit the headboard. I don't think I had ever cum so much. Mr Jackson's new presence in my life was really turning me on. And I was very much eager for this to develop. Covered in cum I checked my phone for the latest *Scruff* messages; - You had better be kidding me when you say you are masturbating. What did I say to you yesterday; You are not permitted to touch your dick. That meant for all time. You need to learn that your dick is no longer your sexual organ. Your primary and only sexual organ you possess is your cunt. And that is how you will refer to it from now on. Not your ass or asshole. It is 'your' cunt! - Oi, boy, answer me. - Okay, if you are not serious about being 'OWNED' then we'll leave this seedling right here and take it no further into the light. He sure knew how to draw me in ... - Sorry Sir. I'm here. I'm here. Sorry, yes, I did masturbate, and I did cum. It is all over my belly, chest, and chin still. I thought when you said I was not allowed to touch my dick, I thought you meant only before our meeting today. I saw he had read my message. But then 30 minutes had passed and he had said nothing even though he was still online. - Sir, I am really sorry. I did not realise you meant I was not allowed to touch my dick again. I now fully understand my cunt is now my only sexual organ I possess, and shall proceed as such. I am sorry Sir. *I waited for a few minutes, and then ... - I am pleased you now understand, boy. In two days time, at 11pm Sunday night you will for one final time masturbate, but you will not play with yourself until then. Once you have shot your load you will eat all the cum you have ejaculated over your body. You will film this, and as you are eating it you will look directly into camera and say; ''I am ready and willing to be a loyal, obedient, and subservient cum faGGot for you, Sir'' - You will say this each time you take a scoop of your final load into your mouth. - Yes Sir. I will obey your instructions. And I will now send you the video I made tonight for you. - Good boy.

Chapter 2; After my morning lessons I had my usual strict homemade lunch to keep inline with optimal nutrition for optimal performance, both mental and physical, and done some revision. And then came my game of rugby. As always I was getting changed with my team mates in the changing room I was meant to be meeting with my 'Scruff' Dom, and on this occasion as I sat there in my kit my hairy ass-hole automatically twitched as I began to long for my post game meet. Mr Jackson bellowed; - C'mon, let's go. We played our game (my team lost), and afterwards I decided to walk the grounds for a while as the mixture of emotions I felt lastnight began to surge from the pit of my stomach. Okay, it was time. Would he actually turn up, whomever it was. I returned to the changing room, and Mr Jackson was there, taking a shower. He was facing away from me, and, there was no one stood where they said they would be, so, I sat down patiently on the changing benches. My showering P.E teacher turned around, only to display a very hairy chest lathered up in shower gel, and, above his low hanging balls was his Dick like I had never seen it before; FULLY ERECT! I was immediately lusting to have that beauty fucking my tight virgin ass. I looked upto his face, and he was looking directly at me, and gave an all knowing smile before he turned around again to continue his shower. Once washed he dried himself, still sporting this massive boner which I couldn't help but repeatedly look at. Once dried he put his towel around his neck, then stood in front of the shower area, with his back to it, and just stood there. OMG, it IS him! I looked up at him, to see an authoritative stud-smile looking back at me. My heart immediately started to pound away from my adrenaline rush as I stood up to undress. I hurriedly stripped my very hairy body naked, knelt before him, and clasped my hands as was clearly instructed to me lastnight. I had fantasized for years about kneeling before a Dom, giving over all control, and here I was. He took hold of his now fully erect Dick, took a step forward so he was now towering right over me, and began to masturbate over me. At first I could not help but notice those insane low hanging hairy balls of his swing back and forth as he tugged away. How I longed to take them into my mouth. I looked up at his face, to see him looking down at me with an intent fixed focus, and it was only a few minutes until that intent fixed focus changed into his face beginning to scrunch up in time with his breathing becoming heavier. Then, his mouth opened to let out a huge grunt with only seconds later my chest feeling something hot and wet landing on it. I instinctively looked downwards to see thick ropes of cum squirting out from his Dick splashing all over my chest. I had only had my own cum on me until this moment. It felt great. Even better that it was his. Once he was done and my chest had been coated generously with his thick, creamy, salty sperm he broke the verbal silence; - You are impressing me Thomas in your quest to be 'owned'. I am certainly taking careful consideration in taking full ownership of this fresh strapping young Man kneeling before me. If you wish to proceed for such full ownership to take place, then you will scoop up some of my cum from your chest, put it in your mouth, and swallow, all the while looking right into my eyes. Once you have swallowed, you will say; 'Thank you, Sir'. And that is just what I did! - Thank you, Sir. - Good boy. As I looked down at my chest to admire the rest of his generous coating of Dom-spunk, we heard the outer door to the changing room swing open. Someone was coming in. - Quick boy, jump into the shower. I jumped in, quickly turned the water on, and faced with my back to Sir and the incoming person. He took the towel from his neck and pretended he was drying himself. The inner door to the changing room swung open, and in walked another teacher. - Aaaaaahhhh, Mr Jackson, I thought I might find you here, I wanted to talk to you about .... This other teacher started to babble on about something I wasn't interested in thus did not pay any attention to. I was pretending to shower, well, I was semi taking a shower, but I was also discreetly scooping up more of Sir's salty cum from my chest, and eating it. It tasted so fucking GOOD!! I scooped up more and lathered it into my hair as though I was washing it. Well, I had to make my shower look authentic now 😉 The other teacher soon left, leaving myself and Mr Jackson alone again. He joined me in the shower, and there we were, facing each other, water cascading down our hairy bodies, mine covered in mud from the game earlier, and his recent explosion of Dom-cum. I took the last bit of his sperm that I could find, scooped it up, and reached behind me, fingering it into my hairy hole. - I see where you will be wanting some of my loads in the future. Very nice! For now boy, I want you again to kneel before me with your hands behind your back. - Yes Sir. I once again knelt before him, looked up, and saw his Dick starting to grow even though he had just shot his load all over me. I so needed him to be deep inside of me, fucking my brains out, and this time coating the insides of my ass, instead of my chest. Before his Dick had the chance to become fully erect he took hold of it, stood over me, and ordered me to open my mouth and to keep it open, then started pissing all over my chest. 'Oh YES', that felt so good. Compared to the cooler shower water it felt like a soothing hot bath. It felt that good I'd be more than happy to bathe in his warm salty piss. He leaned in closer and took his aim higher so that his Golden-juice was now shooting into the centre of my very open wide mouth which soon filled up. I didn't know what to do at this point, but instinctively swallowed, then opened wide for more. I could tell my drinking up was pleasing him immensely.

Your warm wet fertile cunt.

I really like dirty white boys!

Pay Back's a Bitch (and so is my Brother) Part 8 The next couple nights were just a repeat of going to an ABS and ending at a bathhouse. Tyson was really getting into cock. The repeated conditioning he was receiving from Rod and myself (along with the random guys he encountered every night) had him accustomed to taking….no….needing cum for into his hole. You could see the desire and need in his eyes once he had a guy’s cock inside him. Getting him to admit this out loud would be the final step in his transformation grin straight jock to cum dump bottom. We came back home early on Thursday night and I gave Ty something I knew would aid him to sleep until morning. When he woke the next morning it was tint you introduce him to BBRT. I created a profile for my lil' from using pictures taken over the past few days. Since my goal was to turn him into a cum dump bottom I didn’t want to out him (at least not yet) I made sure his face couldn’t be clearly seen. I started to go through profiles of tops I knew in the area that had sent a message an the entire asking Tyson what he thought of each one. He was making comments I thief bodies and especially their cocks. When I got to Steven’s profile I thought Tyson was going to cum on the spot when he saw his pics and read his profile and massage. I knew Steven very well. He was a 30-something part-time porn star, part-time hustler, part-time pimp. Just the kind of guy I wanted Tyson to meet. Steven especially liked converting straight boys in more ways than one. He got off on getting them addicted to the Party-n-Play world, converting them from neg to poz, outing them as a featured bottom in one of his amateur pornos and making them one of his ‘rent-a-boy’ whores. Steven knew all about what I was doing with my little brother and asked if he could have ‘private time’ with him for a few hours. I didn’t have to ask what he had planned, I knew put would involve both of them naked with a couple cameras. Getting Tyson to go along was going to be easy. I knew he’d be craving Tina by now and Steven’s message promised a nice slam of grade A Tina, administer by him, just as they started to fuck. I could see the hunger in Tyson’s eyes as he read the message as it further described how Steven was going to food his ass with his ‘hot loads’ of cum that would change him forever. Tyson had no clue that Steven was talking about his pozzing his ass. Although Just about every load of cum Tyson had taken was charged up there was no way to know if any had taken hold. Steven’s load was different. Steven chose not to take meds like the rest of us that were HIV+. Tyson would be getting a high viral load of cum. And knowing Steven's ability to cum multiple times , the steady dream of pre-cum, the huge quantity jizz he shoots and that his viral load there would be no way Tyson was going to escape converting. With so encouragement I was able to get Tyson to reply to Steven’s message. After a few exchanges Tyson had agreed to go over to Steven’s place as long as I was allowed to come with him for his security. We actually were counting on Tyson wanting me to go with him to Steven's so I’d be able to operate one of the camera’s. As much as Steven enjoyed livestreaming the action he promised to only let a select few of his wealthy clients that he thought would have interest in my little brother’s ass. He told me it was only a half dozen to a dozen that would pay handsomely. He finally convinced me when he offered me 20% of what he’d make off sling my brother’s ass. When we got to Steven’s condo he and I made like we were just meeting for the first time. I’m sure Tyson might fugue it out after I handle the mobile camera used for close ups. Steve had on just a pair of mesh basketball shorts and it was unavoidable to miss his 10.5” hard cock. Tyson was wearing what he wore when we took him out to the ABS/bathhouse earlier in the week, mesh basketball shorts white tank top and an old pair out tennis shoes. Tyson’s eyes were drawn right to Steven's hard cock as we were welcomed inside. He was barely inside when Steven immediately told Ty to strip. Tyson quickly kicked off his shoes, pulled off his tank top and shucked off his shorts. Steven walked around my bro looking him up and down saying “Damn, nice fucking body, nice fucking body. Hot, jock bottom.” He turned walking towards his bedroom commanding Tyson, “Get that hot, jock ass in the bedroom now!” Tyson practically ran into Steven’s bedroom as I casually followed him where we found a naked Steven sitting on his bed, his hard cock pointing up. He had a prepared point in his hand which I knew would be very strong. Steven had a way he made up his rigs with less water that resulted in a more concentrated slam. Steven held it up asking Tyson, “You want me to slide this point into your vein?” Tyson must have been memorized by Steven's huge cock cause he could only nod a ‘yes’. To which Steven loudly responded, “I SAID, DO YOU WANT THIS SLAM BOY?” Tyson finally answered (and correctly I might add), “Yes sir, I do.” Steven then told him, “You’ll get this slam when I feel your taint pressed against my stomach.” Tyson didn’t hesitate for a second after hearing Steven's instructions. He got on the bed and straddled Steven’s legs. Steven handed him a bottle of lube which Tyson used on his hole and Steven’s cock. He then sat down on that monster cock, slowly sliding down with a moan of pleasures and pain that came from deep in his got until he stopped with about an inch and a half to 2 inches still remained. While my brother was working his ass onto Steven’s cock Jimmy (he’s the production guy who works fire Steven running three video equipment) appears with the remote camera for me to use. I immediately begin to capture the action as Ty seemed to get stuck. I knew Steven's cock was stuck at his deep internal ring. He quickly put a bottle of poppers under Tyson’s nose having him inhale as he alternated between each nostril. After the a few hits (and a little pressure on one shoulder from Steven) Ty finally slid the remainder of Steven’s cock disappeared inside his ass. I could see the absolute joy in Steven’s face as he holds the rig and says, “OH FUCK! You’ve got a nice ass. You’ve definitely earned this.” With camera recording, Steven tired off my brother’s left arm, skillfully slid the point into a prominent vein and emptied the contents into my brother’s bloodstream. Without warning he quickly pulled the tourniquet off as my brother rode the rush from (what I’m guessing is) a huge slam, probably the largest slam he’d ever had been given. I knew Steven liked delivering his first load as his bottom was coughing and he was starting to feel the effects of the rush. With a firm grip on Ty’s hips, Steven began to thrust up and down as he began to fuck my brother. I quickly moved in to capture the look on my little bro’s face as the rush and the fuck started. The look on his face was priceless. It only took 5 to 10 minutes for Steven to deliver his first load of poz cum inside my brother’s ass, telling my brother, “OH FUCK! I’m breeding for neg ass boy with my charged load. FUCK YEAH BITCH! Same that poz cum.” I knew Steven liked the poz talk for the video and with how fucking high my little bro was I’m sure he had no clue what Steven was saying. With our parents coming home on Monday, my little bro was going to find out the last time I was planning on breeding his ass on Monday morning. I was planning on telling him that he’d been getting poz cum deposited inside his ass all week long. I wasn’t sure how he’d react to the news, nor did I care. Steven was balls deep ass he was finishing up shooting his load inside Ty’s ass when he scooped up the jock and flipped him over onto his back and grabbed another prepared point, quickly found a prominent vein on himself and administer his own slam. As he coughed out he quickly resumed his fucking. I’ve been on the receiving end of Steven’s amazing cock and knew that his second load wouldn't take too long. About 15-20 minutes Tyson took his second load of poz cum up Steven saying, “That’s load number two. A could more abs you’ll strong feeling my DNA start to become part of your. With each dirty, charged load of cum I give you I am forever changing you. Your ass will belong to me. I’m gonna own you.”

Txt breedingzone to me and let the breeding begin 7652741923;)

Paybacks a Bitch (so is my Brother) Part 4 Tyson could only moan with Rod’s cock stuffed in his mouth as I dumped another load on toxic cum inside his ass. I could see Rod grab my brother’s skull between his two hands as he let the new cock sucker, “Time for you to learn that a real man’s cock belongs in a cock suckers throat.” I felt Tyson’s body convulsing and heard a “Oompha” from him and knew that Rod’s cock was inching its way into my brother’s throat as he was being taught the proper way to suck cock. Rod continued to mental challenge Tyson, “That’s it jock boy, suck that cock. Use for throat of yours and make me feel good.” With Rod’s ass right in front of my face I could tell he was slowly working his 9” in and out of Tyson’s throat while providing instruction as he pulled out, “Breath I through your nose before you suck my cock into your throat again.” I continued to work my poz load deeper into my brother’s as I knew something that would help get Rod to cum down Tyson’s throat. I wanted him to know what cum tasted like as he was going to be consuming it frequently over the next two weeks. I leaned in and began to eat Rod’s ass. His moans told me I was thing it right, his comment told me he wanted more, “Fuck yeah Steph, eat my ass. Fuck jock boy, your bro’s going to mage me cum soon. You better be ready to eat some sperm cause I’m going to be feeding you real soon.” I kept my tongue I Rod’s ass as he kept fucking my brother's mouth and throat. I could feel his ass start to clench as ha was getting closer to fling Tyson’s mouth with a load of his own dirty cum. I figured a few more thrusts and Tyson would have those baby makers shot into his tongue. Rod showed a kind streak he rarely shows a but he's skull fucking, “Jock boy better me ready to swallow my sperm cause I’m about to fill your mouth with enough sperm to choke a horse.” I knew Rod always shot huge loads, I’m usually able to keep up but wondered how my bro was going to handle the cum he was about to receive. This action also had be ready to deliver another load before I’d turn his ass over for Rod to breed. Rod was ready to give Tyson his first taste of creamy sperm as I felt his ass spam and he moaned if, “Oh yeah jock boy, taste that dirty sperm. I’m know you’ll enjoy the taste and it’ll go better when I breed your jock boy ass. Just savor the taste. I think you should use my sperm as tooth paste and brush your teeth with it.” With Tyson’s head still I Rod’s hands he finished filling up his mouth as a little dribbled of the corners if his lips and which Rod licked up as I finished filling Tyson’s ass one more time before I was ready to pull out. I was able to grab the toothbrush Rod asked me to have on hand. Rod took the toothbrush from me and as he told Tyson to hold his sperm he inserted the toothbrush into Tyson’s mouth and began to vigorously brush Tyson’s teeth. I knew the objective was to use the toothbrush to massage the virus present on Rod’s jiz into Tyson's gums. Paybacks a Bitch (so is my Brother) Part 4 Not giving Tyson anytime to think I pulled my cock out of his well fucked ass while Rod gave the jock a another slam. It was Rod's turn to fuck Tyson while Steph prepared for his friends to arrive. Rod maneuvered the former straight not onto his hands and knees before mounting his ass. Tyson was in for a brutal fucking. Rod as known for hammering away with his 9 thick cock and this was not going to be any exception. Rod slammed all 9” into Tyson’s hole as my brother yelled out in pain. He quickly grew accustomed to the intrusion as the rush took over Tyson’s mind and body. With the Tina rushing through Tyson’s system he’d be able to handle Rod's pounding. While I got the house ready for the weekends ‘festivities’ Tyson began to moan as Rod pounded away. Rod fucked my brother's body and mind as he continued the verbal assault on Tyson’s sexuality, “Oh yeah, jock boy’s ass is better than his throat. You liking the dirt loads I’m during into your ass?” Tyson was trying to process what he was hearing. He had no clue of the true meaning of what Rod was asking him, he could only moan back. Rod continued, “Jock boy is going to make a good cum dump for our friends. Just wait until we pimp your neg ass out. You’re going to be so popular once the word is out that a fresh, new, young piece of ass is open for breeding.” I was assembling the portable sling he brought over woke Rod was taking his turn breeding my brother. Steph had to pause the assembling of the sling when he heard Rod say, “Is Jock boy ready for my gift?” Tyson was barely able to answer, still moaning when Rod slapped Tyson across his face and asked again, “Is jock boy ready for my gift? I want to hear you ask for my gift.” In his dog fueled brain Tyson answered the only way he knew how, “Give me your gift.” I knew Tyson had no clue what he was really asking for or what he was really getting when Rod’s pace quickened. I knew Rod well enough to know he was fling my brother with good poz cum. As Rod continued to fuck my brother working his freshly added load to the ones I had deposited earlier I went back to assembling the sling. My friends would be arriving soon. Rod had enough time to give Tyson at least once more load. Sure enough Rod deposited his second load as my friends started to arrive. This gave us the time to move my (still) drugged up little brother over to the sling. Several of my friends easily picked him up and carried him over to the sling where he was quickly restrained. I leaned in and kissed Tyson forcing my tongue down his throat just before I told him, “Bro, when this weekend of over, your ass is going to be bleeding com.” I then have my little bro another slam and proclaimed, “The neg, straight, jock boy is open for breeding.

Agreed. I’m to be used for a topman’s pleasure. Lock me in Chasity for all I care. Anal orgasms are the best.

Kelvin’s Graduation PART THREE – Evolution Kelvin could feel the rivulets of sweat as they ran down into the small of his back. He was panting now as Coach’s hands held Kelvin’s hips in place as each thrust of Coach’s hips buried his cock deeper and deeper into Kevin’s eager hole. “This is what you were made for, Coach’s little fuck toy and cum dump.” Kelvin grunted as Coach’s dick bottomed out against Kelvin’s prostate sending waves of pleasure through his body like electricity. “Get ready boy, it’s time for you to get a load of Coach’s DNA up that breeding hole of yours. Once Coach marks your ass it’ll be his forever. That was the deal boy, remember?” The rhythm of Coach’s pounding increased as Kevin moaned under the onslaught. “Tell me that you want my cum boy, beg for me to mark your ass and make it mine. Tell Coach to take what you already know belongs to him. Give Coach your ass…your body.” “My soul” thought Kelvin but he could hardly speak. Between pumps he managed to grunt, “Yes, your load. Give it.” “What?” asked Coach, “I need you to be clear what you want from me.” Kelvin had never thought he’d be in this position. Never thought he’d be getting fucked on all fours, like some bitch in heat. He never dreamed of losing himself in the sensations of pleasure which now occupied and filled all of his senses. As Coach’s assault on Kelvin’s ass reached fever pitch, Kelvin managed to grunt, “Mark my ass Coach! My ass is yours, it just took me time to realize it. I want your load swimming inside me. Breed me, Coach! Breed my ass!” As the last of the words tumbled out of his mouth Kelvin felt as though a weight was lifted from him and he finally felt free from the burden of being fearful for who and what he was. He could also hear a rumble in Coach’s throat as Coach took in the words. “Here’s Coach’s raw load boy,” yelled Coach Foley, “and now your ass and your whole body are fucking mine!” Coach’s body shook and he let out a noise somewhere between a grunt and a roar and Kelvin could feel Coach’s dick flex and knew that his insides were now getting covered with Coach’s spunk. As Kelvin pictured Coach’s load roiling inside him, he felt his own balls tighten and his dick stiffen against his stomach. A wave of pleasure, like electricity, spread through him and he also roared out in release. Wads of cum sprayed his abdomen before dripping to the wrestling mat below. With each spurt, he could feel his ass tightening and milking Coach’s dick for every last drop. Again and again, Coach pulled back and drilled deep and each time Kelvin could feel Coach’s cock flex inside his ass filling his guts with DNA and marking him as Coach’s fuck toy. His breeding bitch. His cum dump. As Coach slowed his pumping he leaned against Kelvin’s sweaty back with his dick still buried in Kelvin’s now cum-filled ass and placed his mouth near Kelvin’s ear. “Mine now,” he whispered. Kelvin woke in a sweat, soaking his sheets. The room was still dark and Kelvin let out a heavy sigh. “Another fucking dream,” he thought. He didn’t even need to check, his cock was still wrapped in the metal cage as it had been for the last two weeks and was aching as it strained against its confines. Once again he found that even without a hardon, he managed to dump a load of spunk in his sheets. Fuck, third time this week. As he rolled over onto his back he closed his eyes and thought to himself, “How the hell did I get here?” It had been two weeks since Coach has caged him up and two weeks without getting off. Sure he was having these wet dreams and his cum was flowing - but the release, the power behind the orgasm was evading him. He had never been so horny in his entire life. He couldn’t not watch the videos Coach had given him, they were too fucking hot. They were also fucking with him and he could tell it. Gone, or at least diminished, were his fantasies of swallowing Coach’s loads. Now he was dreaming of Coach’s thick cock sliding into his ass and dropping load after load inside. But this wasn’t him. He didn’t want to get fucked. Sure he had some fun experiments after that first time fingering his hole, but his mind screamed against the thought of Coach’s monster busting its way through his hole. Despite the cage and the lack of cumming he still looked forward to his and Coach’s work-outs. He could feel his cock start to swell as the afternoon ticked away and was familiar with that ache which started after lunch as his cock strained against the metal in anticipation. He was now regularly getting two and sometimes three loads out of Coach each day. Coach had praised his increase in skills and was happy with how fast he had taken to both the cage and his role as cum swallower. Sure, he missed the orgasms, but Coach had turned out to be right. What he realized he wanted most were Coach’s praise and his loads. Coach Foley sat in his shorts in his office thinking about Kelvin’s next workout session. It was time to move the line so to speak and see if Kelvin was willing to take another step forward. Coach had been happy with his progress so far. Kelvin never bitched about the cage or not getting to shoot his load. Sometimes he could see the hunger, the need, building behind Kelvin’s eyes but it evaporated quickly with a word of praise and a dose of daddy milk from Coach’s balls. Kelvin was a good choice, a natural boy, eager to take direction. Coach smiled. He’d picked a good one this year. After last year’s disappointment, all that work and no seroconversion, he was gaining confidence that Kelvin would be the next to carry Coach’s viral DNA far and wide. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out another batch of chem piss for the next step. When Kelvin arrived, he stripped down as usual and assumed Position One, as he had been for the last couple of weeks. Coach arrived and handed his regular dose of energy drink and watched as he swallowed it down. Kelvin’s felt his actual workouts had been going well and even after only two weeks his muscle memory had kicked in and he was showing signs of definition. The testosterone probably wasn’t hurting either although Coach was careful with the dosing so that it was enough to help with workouts. Kelvin smiled. Probably also helps keep me horny, although that never really seemed to be a problem. At the end of the last reps, Kevin moved over and assumed Position 2 ready for Coach’s meat and a load of gravy. Coach smiled, saying, “We’re going to try something new today, get over here.” Coach led him over to another piece of gym equipment. “This is a table vault, normally used in gymnastics, but I’ve found other uses for it. I want to lay on your stomach on it. Your head will be at this end and your ass at the other. I can adjust the height so I can just slide my dick into your mouth. Give it a try,” encouraged Coach. It was a bit awkward at first to find the right way to lay on it, but once Kelvin found the sweet spot and once the height was adjusted, Kelvin found that deep throating Coach’s cock was even easier in this new position. It was a bit weird having his ass hanging off the end, but once Coach’s cock was in place, nothing else seemed to matter. Coach was enjoying the view and the blowjob. Kelvin was buried to the bush on Coach’s cock and was using his throat muscles to milk Coach’s head and shaft. That alone would have been enough, but in this position Coach also had a great view of Kelvin’s ass which moved in time with the boy’s swallowing motions. It didn’t take long of watching Kelvin’s perfect furry ass bobbing up and down until Coach lost his first load deep inside Kelvin’s gullet. Now it was time to see about moving that line. As Kevin began to work on Coach’s second load, Coach starting encouraging him and praising his cock sucking skills. “Your mouth and throat make a cock feel good. How about Coach doing something to make you feel good too?” asked Coach. Kelvin could hardly answer, which was fine because Coach didn’t really care to hear one. As Kelvin continued to work his cock Coach leaned over and set his hands on Kelvin’s ass and began to gently rub it. At first, Coach could feel Kelvin’s alarm but as he continued to rub, Kelvin went back to sucking and was actually starting to moan softly. Coach kept up the rubbing and worked his way down toward Kelvin’s crack to get a view of Kelvin’s pink virgin hole. Kelvin continued his work and Coach took that as a sign to try the next step. Removing his hands his wetted a finger in his mouth and reached with the other hand to rub and then separate Kelvin’s cheeks, opening his crack and exposing his hole. Again there was a pause but Kelvin went back to working Coach’s shaft. Coach wet his finger again and carefully placed it along the edge of Kelvin’s hole and began to circle it. At his first touch, Kelvin had frozen in position as the wet finger edged around his tight ass. Slowly Kelvin resumed his work on Coach and his moaning had gotten louder. “Perfect,” thought Coach. “Going just like I planned.” Coach continued to circle Kelvin’s ass occasionally wiping across it which caused Kelvin’s ass to jump slightly but to return back to normal when Coach’s fingers resumed their erotic laps around his hole. Coach could feel Kelvin’s throat working overtime on his cock and he was ready to deliver a second load. Coach carefully covered his finger generously with spit and placed it against Kelvin’s hole. “Time to move that line,” he thought as he released his second load down Kelvin’s throat as he applied gentle pressure to Kelvin’s muscular ring which, after the previous massaging, gave token resistance and before yielding to Coach’s finger which slid easily to the second knuckle. Kelvin moaned as Coach’s dick twitched and its warm load hit his throat but was cut short with a new sensation. Coach, who had been playing with Kelvin’s ass and making it feel quite good, had changed tactics and Kelvin felt his hole give way to Coach’s thick finger. At first panicking, Kelvin focused on getting the Coach’s load down but he could not completely escape the feeling of pleasure that was growing in his ass. There was a feeling of hunger that he had not known existed and it was coming from his ass. The invading finger moved slightly deeper causing increased pressure but also with it, came a wave of pleasure. The pleasure of feeling that fullness in his ass was new to Kelvin, but he embraced it. Coach knew he had won when after pushing deeper he felt Kelvin’s ass relax instead of tightening back up. Coach’s spent cock suddenly surged back to life at the realization that Kelvin has stepped toward the line and was teetering on the edge. Moving slowly and intentionally Coach continued to work his expanding cock down Kelvin’s throat while sliding his finger along the wall of Kelvin’s ass. Kelvin moaned louder but did not retreat on either front. Eventually Coach’s finger located Kelvin’s prostate. “You doing ok, boy?” he asked. Getting only moaning in return he positioned his finger along the prostate and whispered in Kelvin’s ear, “Coach is ready to give you your gift for being such a good cocksucker.” Coach Foley applied gentle pressure on Kelvin’s knob and began to rub back and forth across it. He could feel Kelvin’s surprise as wave after wave of pleasure hit his system. His moaning became ragged and his throat muscles loosened slightly as the pleasure in his ass replaced it on center stage. Kelvin heard the Coach’s whisper but didn’t know what it meant. Suddenly his insides were aflame with sensations he did not think possible. His moaning got caught in his throat as Coach’s finger pressed against his insides and waves of pain/pleasure rolled through his ass and balls. There was some discomfort at first but it fell away as pleasure replaced it. Within a minute he was back to working Coach’s now rigid cock with his throat and could feel the shocks within him each time Coach’s finger made a pass. “Good boy,” whispered Coach again in Kelvin’s ear. “Let’s see if we can encourage those balls of yours a little.” Kelvin could feel the pressure from the finger increase and it sent waves rolling through his balls. Suddenly, he felt cum oozing out of his dick in a steady stream. It wasn’t his normal precum, which was always generous, and it wasn’t an orgasm but he could feel it spilling out as the pressure increased inside him. It seemed to go on forever as more and more cum emptied from his trapped, flaccid cock. He couldn’t stop it so he focused on Coach’s cock lodged in his throat. “Doing great boy, I’m definitely getting off on milking cum outta your bloated nuts. Never knew you could dump a load without cumming, eh? Maybe sometime soon we’ll teach you a way to cum with that cage on,” teased Coach. “For now, Coach needs you to swallow his load.” Coach felt Kelvin’s apprehension slip away and smiled. The boy had taken the next step, had crossed the line. He was proud of both his boy and his own skill in getting Kelvin to accept Foley’s role as Coach and Kelvin’s role as boy. With that final thought, Coach’s third load boiled out of his nuts finding its way down Kelvin’s still eager throat. Yes, things were going nicely. After the last spurts of cum Coach Foley pated Kelvin on the head. “Good boy. I knew after watching that porn I gave you, you’d want to see what all the fuss was about get your ass played with. Your caged up cock seemed to like it.” Kelvin was still reeling from how intense the sensations were of Coach rubbing his prostate. Even now, with Coach’s one finger deep inside him and his now softening cock still filling his mouth, Kelvin was feeling good. Kelvin felt Coach’s finger slide slowly out of his ass and once it was gone he managed a low whimper at the now empty feeling that replaced it. Coach smiled to himself after removing his finger. He’d done it slowly and had felt Kelvin tightening his ass muscles as his finger retreated. The boy was trying to hold it in by squeezing tightly – a sign that made Coach re-stiffen. Coach Foley backed away slowly letting his now hard cock retreat slowly from Kelvin’s throat, completely sucked clean of cum as always. Kelvin was a quick learning and he was definitely developing a taste for Coach’s spunk. Coach lowered his head down to Kelvin’s ear and pulled Kelvin’s head closer by his jaw. He whispered, “Best you hit he showers boy. There’s a small mess since you weren’t prepared for the milking.” He felt Kelvin stiffen in fear of having done something wrong. “Not to worry though, tomorrow we’ll teach you how we can avoid that so you can enjoy having your ass played with again.” With that Coach stood up and slapped Kelvin’s ass. “Get going, boy!” Kelvin hopped up like he was told and hit he showers. As he sat under the warm water he reached back and felt his hole. It was still a bit sensitive but the sense of emptiness was still there and the memories of the sensations that had gripped him a few minutes ago were still playing in his mind. He leaned against the shower wall and sighed. Kelvin didn’t know what his latest experience meant for the future, but he did know that he’d do just about anything to feel that way again – and that thought made him nervous.

I was in Florida visiting friends. It was Friday, and my buddy suggested we hit the Trax. I’d been there before, and thoroughly enjoyed it. The place was packed. My friends and I started cruising. I ordered a beer and was standing at the bar when this big guy, whom I’ll refer to as my Benefactor, walked up and grabbed my ass. He was damn near perfect, 6’ 4”, buzz cut, goatee, thirties, not resembling your typical pretty boy, built more like a cop or Marine. Just the type I’m into. He was organizing a poz party and wanted me to attend. When I told him I was neg, he said I’d find it interesting and ordered us another round. He called over his associates to introduce them. He told me they’d been poz between 2 and 14 years, he being the 14. In his book, seniority didn’t mean age, but years since conversion. For instance, he said, if I were to convert that night, I’d have the least seniority and be low man on the totem pole. At the time I didn’t have an inkling what he was talking about. The guys were getting playful; and at the Trax that meant cocks were cuming out and asses being probed, including mine. My Benefactor’s associates had gleaming, precum-oozing, throbbing rods; and he himself, a big fat prince albert--just what I like up my ass. The associates did some exploration, and I was the hole that got drilled. We were standing at the rear of the bar. One of the guys surreptitiously pulled down my shorts, pulled out his dick, and fucked me, albeit briefly. Within minutes, I had 4 cocks in and out of me. My Benefactor suggested that was a sample of things to cum and asked me if I wanted to party. I said I was no slouch. I told my buddies I was heading out for a while, and we walked around the corner to the Benefactor’s apartment. He was obviously the man in charge and a gentleman, insisting his associates take a crack at my ass before he did. So each of them took a turn--just a mild fuck, maybe 5 minutes each, but my hole got a good 20 minute workout. Next thing I knew, one of the guys fed me a big hit of poppers and began to pound my ass relentlessly. Not surprisingly he shot his load rather quickly. Number-2 shoved it in me and worked Number-1’s cum to a froth. After about 10 minutes, he deposited his own jizz. Number-3 took longer, worked the other loads deeper into me, before adding his own poz seed to the mix, in an extremely vocal orgasm. The Benefactor fingered my ass and was decidedly pleased with the gifting. With one powerful thrust, he plowed his own baseball bat of a cock into me, working my hole with long cum-covered thrusts. A few minutes he later shot this magnum load. I could feel the manjuice in me, that warm, well-fucked feeling that is so awesome to the newly bred. Each of the dudes kissed me as their jizz leaked out of my overwhelmed ass. I thought we were done for the evening, but the 4 guys had a different idea. Within minutes each of them mounted me again and planted another load. I’d been fucked nonstop for 2 hours. Finally they let me cum. Each of them lapped up some of my jizz, consuming no more than a lick, so as to leave some for the others. Kind of a souvenir, I suppose, of the last neg load I’d ever shoot. When it came my Benefactor’s turn, he shoved a large butt plug up my sore ass to keep their jizz in. The 3 dudes headed out to another bar; and my Benefactor and I walked back to the Trax. He insisted I wear the butt plug till we got there. He’d been arranging poz parties for the last 6 months. He owed his success to a very simple formula--assembling 4 to 6 poz tops, or associates, to breed a single neg bottom. So far he’d had no failures and a 100% conversion rate. When we arrived at the Trax, I excused myself to remove the butt plug. By the time I came back to the bar, he’d hustled up 3 more poz loads, acquaintances or associates. He introduced us, and we went outside to the alley. When we re-entered the bar, it was closing. My buddy approached us and said it was time to go. A nudge to my knee told me my Benefactor wanted to meet him, so I made hasty introductions. Facing away from my buddy, the Benefactor mouthed “neg?”. I nodded I thought so. Smiling, my Benefactor said he hoped I became a permanent part of the team. We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. I wandered off to join my other pals, while my buddy and the Benefactor embarked on a private conversation. They must have had a lot to talk about, because they huddled together for 15 minutes. We were the last ones to leave the bar. On the drive back I wondered…had this been a setup? Had my pozzing been solely the Benefactor’s work? Or had my buddies been in on the deal? Fascinating speculation, but it really didn’t matter.