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As soon as we got in his apartment, we were all over each other. Stripping his jacket off as our tongues furiously explored each other’s mouths, hands running over muscles, fumbling with buttons and zippers to reveal more and more to each other. He was every bit as gorgeous unclothed as he had been in the bar - strong, hair in all the right places, toned but not sculpted - the picture of masculinity. I kissed my way down overy his furry pecs and his flat but slightly soft belly and found my face in front of a magnificent bulge in his tight trunks. His scent was intoxicating, and I found myself simply nuzzling my nose up against his groin and breathing deeply. I looked up and saw him smiling down at me as I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth to his growing bulge. I tongued the outline of his cock as it snaked to the left, soaking his underwear with my spit before pulling on the waistband to reveal his thick meat. I nearly gasped at its beauty - it must have been 9 inches, and thick enough I was barely able to wrap my hand around it. I hadn’t seen a penis this big in more than 10 years - certainly not my decidedly average husband’s. “Suck me. Please!” he said as I grabbed the base of his shaft and pointed him at my mouth. Looking up at him, I wrapped my lips around his head and swirled my tongue across it, tasting his sweet precum. It dawned on me I was about to experience so many new things, or first time doing this or that in 10 years, and my cock throbbed at the possibilities. I savored the flavor of his nectar as I stroked the bottom few inches of his rod, squeezing more out onto my tongue. Taking him back in my mouth, I inched my way down his shaft, feeling him throb and willing myself not to gag as his cock reached a part of my throat that hadn’t felt cock in over a decade. I pushed a bit deeper until I felt his bush against my lips, my throat spasming and squeezing his cock as I deepthroated him. As I came up for air, he let out a “Damn!” and pulled me up for a deep kiss. Taking my hand, he led me back to his bedroom. He pushed me onto his bed as he pulled down my briefs and swallowed me in one fluid motion. This was all happening so fast! It had only been a total of 15 minutes since I’d agreed to come to his place with him, and here I was on my back getting my dick sucked by a man I just met. What would my husband think if he knew? I pushed those thoughts from my mind as I reveled in the sensations of him blowing me. After some top notch sucking, I felt his tongue snaking down over my balls as his hands roamed my inner thighs. My legs instinctively spread and his tongue continued its path into my crack as it opened before him. He paused briefly to enjoy the sight of my exposed hole, saying “That is one fine pussy!” before diving in. I moaned deeply as I felt his tongue penetrate me. The feelings he was eliciting were partly the rush of a new connection, but it was also becoming clearer to me that my husband just wasn’t very good in bed. That one plunge of this man’s tongue could make me quiver and feel desire so strongly only made my husband’s shortcomings more obvious. I needed more of this man in me NOW. “I need you inside me. Now. Please. Please fuck me!” I begged as his tongue drove deeper into me. He replaced his tongue with a finger, then two as he took my ball bag in his mouth. He pressed his fingers into me, separating them slightly to coax me open more. “Fucking tight” was all he said as he pulled them out and climbed on top of me. After another couple minutes of hard making out, he said, “You’re really hungry for it, aren’t you?” Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I sighed “I’ve never needed anything more in my life! Please - I want to feel every inch of you slide into me.” He leaned over to his bedside table and pulled some lube and a little brown bottle out of the drawer. He poured some lube on his fingers, then rubbed them against my hole. When he started to pour more lube on his erect cock, I stopped him and asked, “Do you have condoms? I haven’t used them in years, but I think we should.” A look of disappointment crossed his face and he replied, “I really would love to be in that sweet pussy of yours raw. I haven’t felt connected to anyone like this since, well, since even before my break-up. But I understand.” He rummaged in the drawer and pulled out a rubber and handed it to me. “I almost forgot how these things work. But thank you for understanding - I’ve never done anything like this before and I just want to be careful.” I traded places with him so he was lying on the bed, unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto his impossibly thick cock - barely able to get it all the way on. It looked uncomfortable on him, poor guy. I grabbed the lube and stroked him for a minute, then straddled him. Feeling him press the head of his latex-covered head against my pucker, I tried to remember the biggest cock I’d ever taken. It must have been from my slutty phase in my 20s, but I really don’t think anyone had been as big as this. He could sense my nerves even as I was hungrier for him than ever, and he reached for the little bottle and started shaking it. “These should help, if you’re interested.” “Poppers?” I asked. “I’ve actually never tried them, if you can believe it. Just seen them in porn and stuff.” He smiled that incredible smile, and uncapped the bottle, bringing to his right nostril as he held the left one closed. Taking a deep sniff, I saw his eyes flutter a bit and felt his cock throb against me. Then he pressed a little more firmly against my hole as he brought the bottle to my nose. Holding one nostril closed, he told me to inhale slowly and deeply, then hold it in. He re-capped the bottle as I was holding my breath, and then when he told me to let it out, I felt an incredible rush travel through my chest. I felt his hands pressing my hips down, and more pressure against my ass, but my hole just relaxed and allowed about half of his rock hard cock inside. I couldn’t believe it - even with my husband’s much smaller dick, it usually took a fair bit of work to open up and let him in. Anthony just held still, grinning up at me. “That was intense! And amazing!” I said. “Yeah, my ex really struggled to take me until we discovered that magic little bottle. Oh fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to go there.” I just smiled and said, “I don’t mind at all. I just know I want some more, because I want every inch of you inside me, and I need a little help.” He grabbed the bottle, saying “Let’s try both nostrils this time.” I took a deep sniff on one side, and then ran my hands over his hairy pecs, and as I inhaled the fumes on the other side, I felt my hole open even further and pressed myself down onto him. His enormous erection slid all the way in, balls deep. My heart was racing and I felt this overwhelming desire to be fucked deep and hard by this man. The chemistry we established at the bar only grew and intensified as we explored, and now here we were, two men connected as deeply as can be - almost. I raised myself up slightly, then pushed back down, feeling more full than I ever had. My mouth met his as I pulled halfway up, then slid back down to the hilt. Feeling my openness, he held me still and started to thrust. After a moment, he increased the pace and the force of his thrusts. I threw my head back and rode him as I willed myself to open further to let him in even more. My hunger was taking control and I wanted us to bond in a profound way. “So you said you and your ex were together 6 years?” “Yeah, until 6 months ago.” “And you never had sex with anybody but him?” “That’s right.” “And you haven’t been with anyone since then?” “No. Nobody. Why?” I climbed off of him, a confused look of disappointment crossing his face. I reached down and squeezed his dong, marveling anew at its immense girth. My fist moved to the base, and I began to squeeze at the end of the rolled rubber, gently pulling up, then repeating. With each squeeze, the condom rolled further and further up his cock until finally it pulled off completely. I quickly lay down on my back and grabbed him and guided him toward my hole. “I need to feel YOU inside me. Your skin on my skin, nothing between us. I want us to be as close as two people can be.” I picked up the condom from the bed and threw it across the room, then pulled him down on top of me. My hand stroked his shaft and pointed him to my hole, and then I welcomed his raw cock into my slicked up pussy. “Fuuuuuccckk!” was all he could say as he slid in, then started fucking me. For the next 20 minutes, Anthony alternated between making sweet, gentle love to me, and pounding me hard, fast and deep. We both worked up a sweat as his cock and my ass got to know each other intimately. It was incredible what a difference there was when we were skin on skin, raw fucking. Every so often he would pause and feed me more poppers, both of us enjoying the way I opened up more and more to him. I was experiencing an ecstasy unlike any I had ever felt in my life - THIS was what explosive chemistry and real connection was like. I hadn’t felt anything close to this in years with my husband. Anthony flipped me onto my side and got behind me, lifting one leg and sliding into me from behind. He wrapped his strong arms around me and started pumping in me hard and deep. One last hit from the bottle in this position, he just held it there and commanded, “Sniff! Deeper!” alternating back and forth as he kept fucking me. Sensing what was coming, I said “Please, don’t pull out of me! Please cum in my hole and fill me with your seed! Fuck me until you shoot your load deep in my guts! Breed my pussy!!” Hearing me say those words was all it took for him to grunt and push in one last deep thrust, all the way buried in my hole. I felt his huge cock throb and erupt inside me, the walls of my pussy coated in his semen. He must have spewed 10 ropes inside me, and the power of our deep connection in that moment made me shoot my load all over the bed without touching my cock. As our breathing calmed, I felt his arms hold me to him, pulling me in even closer. His hot breath on my neck, he simply whispered, “That was amazing.” in my ear as we both drifted off to sleep, his cock still buried in my hole.

My Ex Breeds Me, and My Boy Chapter 1. My ex was a real asshole, a conservative Republican and terribly condescending. That’s why we broke up. But, before that, we had four great years where he fucked me silly with his thick eight-inch cock. He was greek and his body was covered in hair, even the lower part of his cock shaft. I missed the way his shaft hair would tickle my hole when he fucked me deeply. Anyway, that was a decade ago, and my boy and I are very happy together. My boy is exclusively a bottom so I don’t get to take his cock ever, and rarely anyone else’s. I had complained to my boy about it, and he just rolled his eyes. He had a nice cock, but he wasn’t interested in fucking me, or anyone else, with it. What he was into was getting fucked by big dicks. It got both of us off stretching out his hole and sharing it with buddies. One night after pummeling him with a friend, he was still hard and I sucked his cock for a few minutes before raising up and trying to lower myself down onto it. He pulled away and told me to be patient. He said, ‘maybe we should find a top to fuck us both? If so, I have just the guy in mind….’ I grinned wondering what he was planning. I asked a few times in the spring, but he always told me, ‘I’ll let you know when he’s around, ok,’ winking at me every time. Last summer, my ex was going to be in town for a conference. We texted occasionally, and he messaged me saying he wanted to catch up and bury the hatchet. The second night of the conference, he messaged me saying he was free for dinner. I texted my boy and told him that my ex was in town and I’d love to catch up with him. My boy asked if I was going to get him to fuck me, and I said no, that his politics were just too toxic. My boy reminded me, ‘everyone deserves a second chance,’ so I agreed to meet with my ex. I asked if my boy wanted to join, and he suggested that it may be better to catch up with him one-on-one first, and if it went well, maybe invite him over another night to share a bottle of wine. I thanked my boy and texted my ex. My ex blew off a client dinner and we met up in a gay sports bar. I swooned when I saw him. My ex was a bit balder, but still ruggedly handsome and tall, but he’d lost a lot of weight and was left seemed concentrated on his belly and sagging butt, beautiful even through his khakis. I knew in a second that he had converted and was now POZ. We sat at the counter facing the street with the garage door façade opened up to the outdoor sidewalk. He loosened his expensive looking tie and took off his blazer. I loved seeing his burly chest fur peeking out against that crisp white business shirt. By our third longneck beer, he’d told me about playing the field after we’d broken up and experimenting with bottoming, and he hadn’t mentioned politics once. He’d fallen for a hung top who loved to fuck him just so he could watch my ex’s big hard cock swinging around. I asked if he was the one who POZZED him, and his jaw dropped. ‘Can you tell,’ he asked, sort of dejectedly. I told him he looked great, and I’d still take his load, any time in fact. He grinned and told me he wasn’t on meds at the moment and I just nodded. My ex took a deep breath. He mashed his mustachioed mouth to mine and kissed me hard, groping my butt, lifting me off the barstool. I melted into his furry pecs, and he scooped me up into his arms and we sauntered out the door. We giggled asking ‘your place or mine?’ We decided to go to his hotel just in case my boy was home. We tumbled into his suite and he tore off my clothes. My ex ate my ass and slapped his raw POZ cock against my butt. He bent over and tried to jam his tongue into my hole. It had been so long since anyone paid attention to me there that I moaned instantly. He used spit, his glorious tongue and his fingers to open me up and get me slick. After a few minutes, he slapped that big hairy dick against me and slowly pressed his bare helmet into me. I could hear the ‘plop’ as he entered me to the glans. He took his time going deeper until my hole tickled with his shaft hair. I reached back and grabbed my ex’s hips, savoring the sensation of being well and truly opened up. He rocked his hips and let his inches move in and out of me. He started very deep, and then moved further and further out with each stroke. He knew just how I needed to be used. I lay there, with my face sideways into the mattress, ass up, back arched, knees spread. I could see my hard cock bouncing with a footlong pearl of precum reaching closer and closer to the mattress. My ex railed me. After about twenty minutes of enjoying the abuse, I needed to tap out. He grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and pressed my arched back lower. ‘You’ll get a break when I’m ready!’ I looked up at him. He’d never spoken to me that way before. He smacked me on the cheek and told me, ‘I’m not stopping until I breed your hole!’ And he kept his word. He jackhammered my ass, reshaping it into his freshly cunted hole, perfectly sized to make his big dick feel good. He didn’t slow down before cumming, nor did he ask me if I wanted it. He just blew six or seven spurts of POZ seed into my guts. He kept up his pace until I hard my ass squelching and burping his cum. My ex slowly pulled out of me, and a torrent of his seed followed. He grabbed his phone and took a few pics. I heard the ‘whoosh’ as he sent them. He slid back into me and took a few snaps of his cock splitting me open. I groaned as he worked his load deeper into me. My phone buzzed. I thought he had texted them to me. My ex pulled out and tossed me my phone from my hastily discarded jeans. The text was from my boy. ‘LOOKS LIKE THAT TOP IS IN TOWN. HAVE FUN TONIGHT. CAN WE SHARE A BOTTLE OF WINE TOMORROW?’ I was about to text my boy back when my phone received the pics, that my ex had sent to my boy. I looked at my ex, and he just sneered at me. My phone jingled again as I got anther text from my boy, ‘CAN WE SHARE HIS POZ LOADS TOMORROW?’ To be continued…

Hey guys thanks for the awesome responses to the story you all got me off my ass and encouraged me to write part 3 tried to build in a little more back story and flesh out the characters a little more for the part 4 and beyond. again i apologise for any incorrect spelling and grammar 🙂 but on with the story: Part 3 Alverez moved though the dark lab. The light from emergency lights casting strange shadows on the walls equations and diagrams looks almost like hieroglyphs in a forgotten tomb. Now dark plasma screens fought for space between whiteboards, cabinets and shelves. The young man's eyes scanned over the strange equipment that seemed to be making a quest appearance from a sci-fi film, and all of it alien technology to him. He muttered under his breath “stupid egg heads getting locked in their own god damn lab." He sighed and though about how he should be in Atlantic city right now with Jackson, Gray and Grey’s husband Jason blowing their last paychecks on booze and gambling not stuck in this Lab looking for clumsy scientists that should have known better than to play god. His mind wondered to a memory of Jason and Grey. He had walked in on them last time they were all away together, Jason had been fucking Grey hard his hips slamming into the blond man who was on his hands and knees ass in the air moaning like a bitch. Both men were sweating despite the AC in the room, and Gray cried out for the 6;04 Ginger Adonis to plow him harder. Jason had renewed his thrusts slamming into Gray like a jackhammer before lifting the smaller man up. He was squeezing Gray’s throat and kissing him passionately. After a few moments more Jason let the smaller man fall back to the mattress his hand whipped down to slap the blond otter on each ass cheek receiving a moan of pleasure in response. Jason began to pant his skin glistening with a fresh sheen of sweat. He almost shouted, “You want it baby you want daddy’s load!?” Gray’s hands were balled pulling at the sheets he nearly squealed the words, “please give me that load in my ass!” Jason slammed his hips into Gray as deep as he could with a feral growl “here you go!” He spasmed and pumped a few more times before falling like a tree onto of his husband, Alverez had backed out of the room before they had seen him far too busy in their own activities. He had always been taught such acts were a sin but he had never been so turned on he had masturbated to that memory so many times since then, his fingers would wonder down to his tight hole and.... The memories were interrupted by Jacksons voice over the mic “Jackson to Alverez I think I've seen someone I'm moving into the office south of the lab you're in now” Alverez whispered a brief thank you to the ceiling while making the sign of the cross. He toggled the ear piece “heading to you now” only a moment later Jacksons voice filled his ear again “the damn door closed on me I will check on this contact then move back and try open it” Alverez sighed again and hissed between his teeth “are you fucking kidding me man” but took a breath and toggled the ear piece again “Rodger.” He took his time finishing the search of the lab. He found nothing he didn’t expect to but imagining Jacksons annoyed expression at being kept waiting by a simple locked door and was unable to keep the grin from his face. The team had been together for two years it used to be him, Jackson, Gray and Nate, but Nate had recruited Nick last month. The new guy was fitting in well, but he was not quite one of the boys just yet. He and Jackson were planning Nick's initiation. He knew Nate had a vested interest in the kid, what with his father being his first CO. They had served together for 5 years before the older man had been killed in action, and Nate head-hunted to run delta team; he was helping Nick by getting him into the team and securing him a good career so they would go easy on him. In the Two years Jackson and Alverez had become close friends almost inseparable because they were both alpha jocks. It had also led to them butting heads because they would take any opportunity to gain one-up over the other trying to prove their dominion and solidify their alpha status in the team via pranks, contests and roughhousing. Not that the others payed much attention. Gray had said they were just hiding their insecurities behind bravado, and Nate called showboating. Both were probably right, but it was going to feel-good one-upping Jackson this time. He walked into the corridor his gun over his shoulder and a smug look plastered on his face expecting to see his Jackson giving him the finger or tapping his watch. He looked to the glass wall and door blocking the corridor. No Jackson, he raised an eyebrow perhaps the frat boy was playing with him hiding around the corner? Alverez peered into the gloom and saw something holding a pale figure in the air it took him a moment to realise the figure was Jackson naked apart from his boots. The gun fell from his hand in shock; the sling catching it and letting it hang useless by his side. Jackson was writhing in the thing's arms. His hands moving over his own skin as if every touch was pure pleasure, and the thing looked like it was sucking him off. The creature holding him aloft must have been over 6;3. It was hard to make out in the gloom. It’s slate gray skin and black body hair hiding it well, but the strange pulsing toxic green light from what looked like veins lit it up and cast hypnotic shadows over the scene In-front of him. Alverez’s eyes focused on the bio-hazard symbol on its chest and then drifted to the huge cock rubbing against Jackson's back. The thing looked massive like a baseball bat between its legs the tip of which glistened with a tar like black ooze trails of it already marking Jackson’s skin. He started to bang on the glass, to scream Jackson’s name. The thing let Jackson's steel hard member leave its maw, and the man’s ass was raised to creature's month and tongue. Alverez looked to the lock and tried the code he saw Gray use to get them in here frantically mashing the pad while he screamed into the com mic. He was greeted with static and the access denied screen over and over. He pulled a knife from his thigh and tried to smash the access panel. and though it broke with a crunch and a spider webbing of cracks the door stayed closed the magnet unmovable. He looked up and saw Jackson being raised and positioned over the creature's massive member. It start to push down; Jackson squirmed and writhed like he was trying to fight to push himself off the massive oily tool. Alverez saw the jerk as it tore its way into his friends defenses and into his tender hole watched as the creature began to move him up and down he saw Jackson lean forward and kiss the creature. He could barely tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him his mind flashing to memory of Jason and Gary on the hotel bed. He remembered the gun on a sling he had dropped out of shock when he first looked into the room. He grabbed it, took a shooting stance, and took aim at the glass. He fired a quick burst, but the glass held barely scratched. The bullets ricocheted off to the side; the low calibre bullets were more of a danger to Alverez than to the glass. He went back to banging on the door knowing it was useless. Almost sobbing feeling powerless as the thing grasped Jackson's shoulders and pushed him all the way down onto its toxic cock, he knew what was about to happen he had seen it with Gray and Jason. He heard the creature's scream of triumph and could see the massive gray balls contract again and again. He knew it was pumping his friend full of its cum. When the creature was done filling his friend, he saw Jackson's limp form pulled from the huge dripping cock. His suspicions were confirmed when the black ooze and crimson blood poured down the his friend’s leg from his destroyed hole. Jackson was twitching held in the things arms he could see the man's skin changing to a slate gray colour as the black veins began to spread across the man's body. The thing was making him like it, and Jackson seemed to be enjoying it. Alverez licked his dry lips as the thing carried Jackson from sight. He could feel his own cock straining at his fatigues and the damp spread of precum leeching into the fabric. He was sweating heavily and felt sick at being so turned on by what he had just witnessed happen to his best friend. He blamed the shock; his mind not letting him know the truth. But even as he turned to head back to tell the others what had happened to stage a rescue. He could not get the image of Jackson leaking the black ooze and the look of pleasure on the mans face as he became a monster. Red lights began to flash though the halls and rooms of the Gentech Labs once more and a calming voice repeated the phrase “Containment breech - full lock-down protocols are now in effect” There was a loud and final sounding boom the sound of what could only be a large steel blast door sealing the facility again and perhaps dooming them all to Jacksons fate.

Part 6 We carried Prince Eric from the bathroom and threw his body onto the bed. We removed the funnel gag and attached his wrist restraints to his ankle ones so that he was head down and ass up. Dave moved into position and pulled out the plug, smiling at the still fresh looking pink hole winking at him. He dribbled some spit onto it and placed his cock head against it. Then he grabbed the kids hips and rammed all 8 inches of himself balls deep. Eric let out a howl as his hole was assaulted again. I'm sure it must be aching right now, even with all the drugs, as he had been a virgin two hours ago, and was now taking another hard fucking from a big cock. I covered his nose and mouth again with the popper rag, and soon the teenage Prince was moaning as Dave pounded the shit out of him. I knew this kid was a born bottom slut! I filmed some of the action, getting some nice close-ups of Dave's raw cock plundering Eric's pussy. I moved up to Eric's face and got some close-ups of the whore moaning with his eyes closed. He opened his glassy eyes and looked right into the camera, exactly as I hoped he would. I was going to get some great footage of him to use to further destroy his former life and make him mine. His Mormon family will disown him when we send them videos from his phone which Steve was currently looking through. "You like that baby?" I asked him. "You like getting fucked? You like having a big cock fucking your faggot hole?" He stared into my phone and moaned, "Oh yes. God yes." I knew his mind was fucked and all reason had left him. "Do you like being a cumdump? Do you like having dirty, infected loads pumped into your whorey guts? Come on baby, tell me!" "Fuck yea." He moaned. "Fuck me please. Give me your cum. Fill me up!" He babbled. This shit was gold! "Tell Dave you want him to shoot his dirty HIV cum into you. Beg him for it!" I ordered him. "Beg him for his poz load!" "Please," Eric whimpered, "please Dave, shoot your dirty cum into me. Give it to me! I am your cumdump! Give me your poz load!" With that, Dave buried himself into Eric and let out a long growl as he filled the 18 year old with his 3rd dirty load. After we were through with him, his life would only be worth being a cumdump for poz men. After Dave pulled out, he wiped his slimy cock all over Eric's hair. Then Jeffrey rolled Eric onto his back, leaving his wrists still attached to his ankles. He pulled something out of his vest pocket. It was a dirty, crusty, yellow stained jockstrap. "We've been working on this for a couple of weeks hoping we got to use it." He sneered as he pried Eric's mouth open. "This is two weeks of piss and cum on here." He said as he held it under Eric's nose. "And your pretty mouth is the perfect place to put it before I rape you with the biggest cock you've ever seen!" Eric's eyes grew wide in fear as Jeffrey stuffed his mouth full with the disgusting jockstrap. "Gentleman, do you think you can generate a little more piss to moisten it a bit?" He asked looking and me and Steve. "I want to make sure our little prince here gets the full effect of it." Steve and I placed our cockheads against the gag, and were able to generate enough piss that it was nice and wet, releasing the full flavour into the young boys mouth. Dave then took some duct tape and covered Eric's mouth, sealing it in. "One last thing, sweet prince." Said Jeffrey as he pulled a prepared point out of another vest pocket. "Just a little bit more before I rip you open." He tied a band around his arm as Dave tied one around Eric's. I sat back and watched as Steve filmed it on Eric's phone. Jeffrey inserted the needle, drawing it back until the syringe turned dark red. Then he pushed the plunger, taking half of it. He handed it to Dave who proceeded to insert it into Eric's arm, releasing the rest of the red fluid into the teen. There was NO way Eric would not be converted after tonight! After Eric finished coughing, Jeffrey stood there stroking his monster cock with the huge p.a., lubing it up. "Look at it boy!" He demanded. David held up Eric's head so he could get a good view through his slammed up eyes of the giant cock about to destroy his young hole. "Look at this cock which is going to ruin you. Your hole is NEVER going to be the same when I'm finished with you!" Damn Jeffrey could be sadistic! That only made my own cock throb as I thought of fucking Eric's wrecked hole after Jeffrey was done. Eric trembled and panted heavily in fear and from the slam as Jeffery climbed into the bed. Sweat was pouring off of him as David grabbed Eric's ankles and pulled them back until his knees touched the bed. His eyes grew bigger as Jeffery placed his p.a. against the defensless hole beneath him. I walked over to the bed so I could get a good shot of Eric's face when Jeffery slammed into him. "You wanted to try new things." I said as I spat on his face. "Be careful what you ask for, you stupid slut!" With that, Jeffery slammed into Eric with all of his might. Eric let out a scream like he was being murdered. Thank God for the gag! Tears instantly flowed from his eyes as he struggled to break free. But David held him tight, he wasn't going anywhere. He had no choice but to take Jeffrey's savage fuck. Steve tossed me the popper rag and I placed it over Eric's nose. Soon he was limp again, groaning in pain as his formerly virgin Mormon ass was raped. Jeffery pulled out and smiled at his red covered cock before slamming it back into the kid. Then he started pile driving Eric's ruined guts. He used his strong core muscles to relentlessly pound the poor young prince. He would move his hips around so he was battering every inch of Eric's insides that he could possibly reach. I just kept giving the kid popper hits and hoping he didn't end up in the hospital. Jeffery fucked poor Eric for 40 solid minutes. 20 minutes into the assault, Eric just gave in, his mind a giant pool of mush, just as his guts were. He continued to groan while Jeffery destroyed his teenage hole. Finally, Jeffrey grabbed Eric around his throat and started choking him as he approached blowing a 4th dirty load into Eric's battered hole. The boys eyes bugged out of his head as Jeffery let out a yell and filled the young cumdump with his cum. He collapsed onto Eric's body, both of them dripping sweat. "Who's next?" he asked as I was moving to take his place.

I sat there helpless as more and more men circled me feeding me their cocks while others fucked me without mercy. I had about 10 more Poz loads in my throat and ass before my father came back over to the couch and picked me up and carried me over to another couch to take a break. We talked a bit and he gave me some water to drink and a butt plug to hold in all of those loads in as much as i could. He told me that for a while he was monitoring what I was looking up online and watching to see what I was doing in my room at home when I thought no one was around and knew that he was going to be the first to pop my cherry when the time was right. He knew the owner of the club and when my birthday application was sent in the owner called him and told him about it so he made sure to have everythi g ready for me. I was shocked to hear all that of this and was even more so to know that my mom had no clue about anything as well. After awhile my dad scooped me back into his arms and carried me to a sling in the club and whent on again at plowing my ass with his massive cock. It drew in a crowed again all standing with hard cocks slick with cum and precum just waiting their turn to get at my ass again. Once my dad unloaded his Poz seed into my hole for a second time I could see a much larger man tap him on the shoulder and he walked away with this man. With my hole loaded again with my dad's cum it was open season again on my hole for anyone who wanted it. It was a frenzy of cocks being shoved into my ass and mouth all sporting about how viral their loads were. One of the men fucking me stood still for a moment after erupting into my ass and I wasn't sure what was going on until I started to feel warm and went on the inside and then I realized that this man was pissing in my ass. I never thought I would feel this full and warm and I was loving every moment of it. When all the other men saw how I was enjoing the piss in me it brought on a whole new game for them. Each man started to piss in my ass and my throat after cumming in them turning me on even more than what I thought would. This went on for a while and I knew I had to piss soon myself and I tried to voice that and the men laught at that and just told me to piss on myself and on them as well. With that I let loose a torrent of piss coating every part of my body and others as well and when it stoped the men around me started to lap at my pissed soaked body as if it was all nectar to them. I heard laughter as I looked up and saw my dad walking back up to me with that large man I saw him leaving with earlier. I see you're fitting in well with everyone sport but it is now time to start the last event before I take you home. I looked at the clock behind him thinking it was still early and saw that it was already 4 in the morning and was shocked that I had been here for hours collecting so many loads. Alright boys time to unplug from my son's hole so we can finish marking him for the night. With a groan of disappointment the guys who were around me backed away and the last two who were throat fucking me and fucking my piss and cum filled ass finished blowing their loads and walked away as well. My dad inspected my ass and saw the stream of piss mixed with cum started to leak out and he buried his face into my hole sucking it out into his mouth and sharing it with me. He picked me up again out of the sling and carried me to the showers and had me push out as much as I could and started to clean me up. Once I had all the cum and piss pushed out of me my dad started to dry me off and picked me up again and carried me to a black table that was set up I'm the middle of the club. The huge man my dad was talking with before grabbed the mike and announced that it was time for the marking ceremony of our newly soon to be pozzed birthday boy and as the winner of the auction his dad has chosen what to do with his prize. He wants his son's biohazard tatto to be a three part, one on his cock one on his ballsack and the other to be on his freshly fucked and pozzed hole. This brought allot of cheers and applause from all the guys around. We also agreed that because this was such a successful night that we are going to be piercing his cock his nipples and giving him a jacob's ladder as well. This brought another round of cheers and applause as well. I looked aty dad and he smiled at me and began to strap me to the table. He then wheeled out a table laid with all sorts of needles and other objects that they were ready to use on me. The big guy walked over and snapped on a pair of black gloves and started to unpagage the needles and the jewelry he was ready to put in me. A bottle of poppers were presented under my nose to help me through it all and I took a long inhale from the bottle as instructed. The big man went to swab my nipple with antiseptic and placed black dots on either side of my nipples where he was going to push the needle through. He looked down at me and said on the count of three take a long hit off the poppers ok boy? I nodded and was ready for his count. Alright everyone count down. They did and on the count I inhaled deeply as I felt the sharp sting of the needle run through my skin. The pain was so intense I bucked upwards and without trying I shot the biggest load I have ever shot covering my stomach and newly pierced nipple in cum causing the crowed to cheer even more. The man doing my piercing smiled at this and started to lap at the pool of cum calling it his tip for the work. Once my cum was cleared off he washed me down and got ready for the next one and as before he counted down and I took an even deeper pull on the poppers and it still made me buck upwards as he stabbed my other nipple. Once I calmed down from those piercings he moved down to my cock which had soften after all of that. He swabbed my cock head and this time pierced it with barley any pain and moved right along to the jacob's ladder and again there was little pain. He cleaned up my new jewelry and took off his gloves and replaced them with a new set and grabbed his tattoo gun and the red ink on the table and went right to work on tattooing my cock first. There was some discomfort but they made sure to keep the poppers flowing and I looked to the side to see my dad being fucked while his little boy was being marked. He didn't take his eyes off of me and I had to look away in fear of getting hard and messing up my tattoo. He made quick work on my cock and went straight to my balls and was able to brand them with my new mark quicky as well. Once he was done with them a quick adjustment to the table made it easier for him to tattoo my now de virginized and hopefully pozzed hole. This one took a bit and when he finished he washed my tattoos and piercings once more before covering them and givinge the cleaning instructions. When he was finished he got back on stage and announced that I was now a proud member of the club. Everyone cheered fore and my dad brought me on stage and shared a deep kiss with me. We started to leave and my dad told me that we needed to talk tomorrow when I got to my car.

Hey I have enjoyed this site for some time. I admit I have this fetish and always wanted to write a story about it. IRL I am fairly straight acting and rarely pursue anything risky. With that said, there are sometimes when I want to throw caution to the wind, at least in my fantasy life! This is my first story attempt so please bear with me. Let me know if it's worth continuing. Also, note this is a complete work of FICTION. I do not condone unethical behavior or unsafe behavior of any sort. Be kind to each other and be safe. Get tested. This story cannot be reposted elsewhere. OBLIVION, PART I They called it The Boom. After three years, 200 million cases, 3 failed vaccines and 9.5 million global deaths from COVID, the world finally sloughed off its death shroud and began to breathe free again in the year 2023. And Jimmy Jackson wanted to get laid. As he packed up his shiny new Ryzen laptop in his particularly ostentatious office on a summer solstice day, he trembled a bit with excitement. Jimmy was going to be naughty. After being holed up for three years, in quarantine, with two kids, a blonde, bland wife who had lost all interest in sex, in a world where he saw everyone else doing wrong when he was doing the right thing, he was finally going to break bad. He loved his new job at his new company, and Jimmy thought these life changes in a new world of hope — no, scratch that, a world returning back to its old idiocy, except with fewer idiots — meant a new mindset. After so many years of playing a role he was going to break free. His role had been one of pursuit of the ultimate suburban life, the American dream with a dose of post-racial kumbaya and pull yourself up with your own bootstraps fable-making. He was a handsome black man, 45 years old but who could definitely pass for 15 years younger, a shiny bald Blair Underwood, about 5’ 9”, still in shape but with a dad bod struggling to make itself known. He did have a gorgeous wife, Liz, who when young reveled in being the rebel for marrying “outside her race” but the trappings of the country club, the binds of the baubles, ladies’ socials and pre-menopause sucked the life out of her. Jimmy could barely count on a blowjob every couple of years after Liz downed a bottle of gin, a boozy, sad affair that Jimmy would rather do without. So as he made his way through highway rush hour traffic in Raccoon City, the sun still high in the sky at 7 PM in the evening, Jimmy thought about getting some cock. He had thought about it for decades. Sure, he tried a couple of times to act on it, but he was sure the whole “gay” thing was just nervousness around women, or just a phase. There was the professor in college who invite him over, and Jimmy touched another penis for the first time, and felt another man’s touch. The professor - a kindly man who taught in the engineering department — took Jimmy’s 18 year old cock in his mouth. Jimmy remembered the stubble of the prof’s face against his hairless stomach. The contrast — pasty white academic, strong, virile black youth — was striking. The professor sucked Jimmy’s 8 inch brown and smooth cock until Jimmy felt something rise in him he had never felt before. Jimmy’s cock exploded in the professor’s mouth a flood of candied honey cum, and the older man drank it down. It was the most intense feeling, as if his soul had left his body as his sugary spunk flowed down the gray haired prof’s throat. The professor acted as though he’d swallowed an Olympian vintage. Jimmy briefly tasted the prof’s cock, but the bitter taste and old man scents didn’t help, and after his orgasm he felt a bit ashamed. Quickly excusing himself, he rushed out of the professor’s home, went back to his dorm room, found a stash of beer and washed the pre-cum taste out of his mouth as he listened to his roommates talk about the girls they had bagged the night before. Throughout college and grad school people wondered why Jimmy, given his good looks and healthy career prospects, did not date that much. Oh, there were a few girls here and there, but Jimmy simply couldn’t understand women, and the games, and how he could reconcile his strong feelings for men with society’s view of what he “should do.” Even in the gay community, Jimmy didn’t see it as welcoming. He saw people like himself, with the same hue, being portrayed as no more than Mandingo warriors ready to service white twinks - a hyper masculinity that Jimmy really found hard to pull off. Jimmy knew that he was essentially a bottom. Versatile, maybe, but 99% bottom. The closest Jimmy got to experiencing his true desire was getting a bit tipsy one night in the city when he was 25. Luckily he wasn’t driving so he walked down the main avenue looking for a taxi — a hard thing to accomplish for a black man at 2 am on a Thursday night. As he walked Jimmy noticed that he walked past a brick club, “The GASKET” with a red light out front. Jimmy had never been, but he knew about the place. It was a gay bathhouse. Jimmy had never had the courage to visit, especially in a small town like Raccoon City. Near the club, though, was a bus stop shelter, and hanging out there was a burly, muscular, scruffy leather-clad daddy leaning against the side of the shelter. Jimmy saw the taller man, maybe 6’2”, and paused briefly. The leather daddy looked at him up & down. “What the fuck you looking at?” growled the daddy. Jimmy was a bit afraid, but seeing the daddy’s tattooed hairy chest, his rippling muscles and feeling the sense that he could rip Jimmy in two with his bare hands made Jimmy’s lips part, his crotch stir. The leather daddy sensed this. “Sorry,” Jimmy said. He prepared to quickly walk past when the daddy cooed,”Come here, I wanna talk to you.” The talk turned into the daddy leading Jimmy to the behind the club, pressing Jimmy against the wall while the daddy scruffily kissed him. Jimmy eyes narrowed into slits and he gasped as he gave into the lust he had for this daddy, this random daddy that pressed him against the wall with his strong arms, probing Jimmy’s mouth with his tongue and grabbing Jimmy tight bubble jeans butt in his hands. Jimmy hadn’t been with a man since that first time in college, 7 years before. The daddy hands made its way into the back of Jimmy pants, his fingers probing, seeking, Jimmy’s tight asshole. Daddy’s fat finger rubbed Jimmy’s anus in a circular motion, then dug its way inside Jimmy, finger fucking him while the daddy devoured Jimmy neck and Jimmy slumped helpless as he was being ravaged by the leather daddy. After a few minutes of the assault, the daddy forced Jimmy to his knees, dropped his jeans and popped out a beautiful, pink cock, tattooed along the top of the shaft with an arrow head, rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. Grabbing Jimmy’s head, the daddy forced Jimmy’d face into his crotch, and his dick into Jimmy’s moist mouth. Jimmy gagged and recoiled as Daddy slammed his thick nine inches into Jimmy mouth, assaulting his tonsils. Strings of spit and pre-semen hung from Jimmy’s chin as his mouth got fucked. Jimmy, as opposed to shame, felt an inner slut emerge. He was in a dirty parking lot, drunk, with a strange man, with god know how many diseases and god knows he might have friends waiting out front to beat the hell out of him. Who cares, because Jimmy felt it was right to be on his knees, in front of this man. Daddy stood Jimmy up and turned him to face the wall. Pulling down Jimmy pants, Daddy had one aim in mind. Jimmy stood for a second, ass projected out, his ass somewhat open by Daddy’s finger play. He wanted to say yes…and no… but for some reason he could not voice the words. Instead, before Daddy could enter him, Jimmy mumbled incoherently and turned, went back onto his knees and presented his mouth. Daddy shrugged and continued to fuck his face. As Daddy grunted and his balls tighten he gave Jimmy his first load. Jimmy accepted it gladly, sucking down this silver fox’s nectar, making it part of his own body. The daddy zipped up, and patted Jimmy on the head. “Thanks, kid,” Daddy said. Then he simply walked away. In mid-stride, though, Daddy turned around. “You know, I was nice about it. Never tease a man when he’s out for ass. The next guy may not be so nice.” With him left the fog of lust and alcohol fumes that brought Jimmy to the parking lot of a gay bathhouse. What the leather daddy said was menacing, scary. “What had I gotten myself into? I coulda been hurt really bad. And so what — what did he mean by someone not being ‘nice?’” thought Jimmy. Somehow Jimmy found his way home, woke up in his own bed somehow, with a five alarm hangover. The night before was a blur, but the dried cum on his shirt jogged his memory - cum from the leather daddy. Something was triggered in Jimmy. Within a month he secured a girlfriend who eventually became his wife, and he started leading a false life. His fear buried his true nature, that of a bottom slut. Twenty years later. After doing everything right, in the middle of a pandemic Jimmy caught COVID. Though he was healthy, he ended up on a ventilator, with a low chance of survival. While fighting for his life, his wife familiarized herself with the insurance policies and the kids played Playstation 6. After four long weeks, Jimmy emerged. Jimmy recovered. He was gonna live. Fuck Liz. Fuck playing dad. Fuck caring about what others say. Fuck his fears. But how far would he go? So the autonomous driving car pulled into the garage in the suburban outskirts of Raccoon City, in a nice cu-de-sac, where other colleagues’ families also lived, Jimmy thought that after decades he was going to become what he was meant to be. Jimmy got out of the car, disengaged the auto driver, and saw across the way Melvin, a tan, in-shape, tri-athlete who also worked at Jimmy’s company, Metre Group, one floor down. (thank god he didn’t work for Umbrella Corporation!) Melvin was already a senior vice president. Though Jimmy wanted to break out of his hum-drum life, he still coveted that high executives’ life. He’d always been too nice, though, or not much of a risk taker. or corporate killer He envied Melvin in a way. No more Mr Nice Guy. Melvin waved, while watering the lawn of his much bigger home with the other hand. “Hey Jimmy, staying late again? You’re been at Metre long enough to quit early like the rest of us!” he said with a chuckle. “Oh, you know just trying to show you guys up!” Jimmy said with a smile. Jimmy made a note that he should continue to stay longer. Maybe that will get him noticed? Jimmy walked into the house, past Liz who was on some menopausal silent treatment kick this week (What’s new?) and past the kids who grunted as they watched on the holo-TV “The Simple Life Reunion : Fabulous at 40” with a Botoxed Paris Hilton reprising her stupid-chick-out-of-water routine. He went to his office, which was off limits to everyone else in the house, and plugged in his work laptop along side his huge, super fast i12 with a holographic display and AR controls. Sensing his biometrics, the computer recognizes Jimmy and boots up his 3D environment — no glasses need. It was hi-res “Minority Report.” Manipulating an ethereal keyboard and orbs in space, he navigated to a website for gay hookups. He mostly used his membership for spank material, living vicariously through others. He had a few pictures up but nothing that showed his face. He looked at various pictures of hot guys, the NSFW shots that may or may not be of the account holder’s actual body parts. One profile intrigued him for months, though. A fair haired, 41, tall muscular guy who claimed to live on the other side of Raccoon City. Less risk of discovery, or meeting at local events maybe? The guy — he called himself Wallace — seemed a bit cocky, a bit full of himself, but claimed be 100% top, and mostly importantly, “open to all races.” Jimmy had instant sound-proofing installed, so at a touch of an augmented reality button his sleek office immediately became sound proof and privacy blinds dropped across the windows, just in case. Liz called this Jimmy’s “dungeon mode.” It kept her and others from getting in Jimmy’s business. Jimmy started a virtual chat with “Wallace,” making sure to start the virtual private network and firewalls to ensure no one his true location. Wallace answered, his image floating in space in front of Jimmy. “Yo what’s up dude,” Wallace said. Jimmy smiled. “Not much. thanks for taking my chat.” Jimmy noticed that his computer showed Wallace on his side trying to store Jimmy’s image. “What are you doing?” Jimmy frowned. “Oh sorry dude. Bad habit. Just for protection, you know? Lots of crazies out there. I respect your privacy,” Wallace said, trying to be convincing. “Don’t worry about it. This is encrypted anyway,” Jimmy said, smirking. He then thought that he might make the first move, a sign of his new mindset. “ If you weren’t as cute as you are, I woulda hung up by now.” Wallace put his hands on his hips, contemplating this handsome black man. “Well, I’m glad I passed your cuteness test, though I personally had no doubt.” They both laughed as the tension eased. “So, what are you looking for…uh…you didn’t say your name…” Wallace’s sentence trailed off. “Ferriss,” Jimmy said, “Yeah like the movie.” “Oooookkkkay” Wallace said as he did a slight eye roll. “ That’s ridiculous enough to be true. It also happens to be the name on your profile, but that doesn’t mean much. I did want to take a chat from a guy actually named Ferriss!” “My parents liked the movie, I guess,” Jimmy said, trying to lend credence to an obvious lie. “Hold on, I need to change shirts,” Wallace said, as, in real time, he takes off his polo to reveal a chiseled chest but with a touch of middle age— not unlike Jimmy’s body. “Let me find… something else to put on….” “Jimmy jumped in. “What are you doing? Now.” Wallace was slightly taken aback, but recovered. “Nothing, why.” “I’m coming over. I will take a shower and come over.” Wallace smiled. “You can take one here. I’ll send my details.” Jimmy’s decisiveness scared him a bit but also excited him. He signed off and already saw on his iPhone 14 that Wallace sent directions. He tried to hide his erection as he walked through the house. “I’m going out,” he simply said, to no one in particular. Not that they cared. His car, sensing the directions, warned that the destination neighborhood had a high crime rate. Jimmy overrode the safety feature and the car went about its way. The neighborhood was hell, and the sun setting behind the concrete canyon of this part of the city cast long dark shadows. The last of the day’s heat kept street funk encased at nostril level. The homeless shuffled about, positioning themselves as this became their dominion as darkness fell. The car suggested to Jimmy the best lit area nearest to Wallace’s address. There was that at least. Jimmy would have to be careful, he thought. Still, lust began to drive him. He thought about, as he found the apartment building, with a cleaner exterior than most buildings in this part of town, the things he wanted to do. He had almost died. He had denied himself for so many years. All feelings had been sucked out of him, except for fear. That was his constant companion. He wanted to start challenging it. A face scan (an old one that didn’t link to city databases thank goodness — Jimmy knew because he managed such business for Metre) let Jimmy in the building. No elevator, just some stairs. Five stories up, and Jimmy stood in front of Apartment 529. He knocked. No answered. He knocked again. Still no answer. Was he being ghosted? Jimmy starting feeling a bit uncomfortable standing in the strange hallway. Finally after an eternity and just as Jimmy was about to walk away, Wallace opened the door. In a towel. “Hey, sorry,” Wallace said apologetically, “I was getting the shower ready. Come in.” Jimmy hesitated, losing his nerve a bit. He gingerly stepped inside the apartment. The interior looked Kubrickian — white lacquered walls, with splashes of red and brown on the furniture. Muted wooden floors. In the living room a pastel wall mural of a young man, his cock dripping one splash of cum as his head is thrown back in ecstasy. They walk past the bedroom which had similar styling, with a huge brown circular bed in the middle of an almost empty white room. They make it to the spacious bathroom, which is white and steamy at the entrance, Wallace drops his towel. “Join me for a shower?” he asked. Jimmy saw Wallace’s gorgeous body, and fair haired trimmed bush, and long but still flaccid uncut cock. Jimmy didn’t have to be asked twice — he quickly undressed and took Wallace’s hand…and walked into the steam - a deep, sandalwood fog that eventually revealed a large open shower with a waterfall shower head and shower heads position around the walls of the chamber at chest height. Wallace pulled Jimmy close, and they both looked into a nearby tall mirror — Jimmy’s brown skin and Wallace’s pink, taunt body. They kiss, and Jimmy’s hardness rose as his fear faded away. Wallace grabbed some beautiful body soap. “I had this made especially for me,” Wallace said. The smell of oud, jasmine, saffron and rose filled the space and Wallace worked the body soap around his body, then around Jimmy’s. Wallace stroked Jimmy’s chest as Jimmy closed his eyes, working his mind into it., feeling the water jets all around him, feeling Wallace’s wet hands. smelling the smells. “That’s nice,” Jimmy sighed. After a bit, Wallace says, “Turn around.” Jimmy complied, putting his hands on the shower walls and turning his ass to Wallace. Wallace, using more soap, caresses it into Jimmy’s back, working his way down until he reaches Jimmy’s ass crack. Jimmy arches his back as the first man to touch him there in decades strokes his asshole, slowly opening it up. Wallace reaches around and starts to work Jimmy’s already engorged cock. Jimmy barely realized that Wallace had started to spoon him, and that Wallace’s own prodigious cock was sliding up and down between Jimmy’s cheeks. Jimmy was entranced, his mouth slightly open. The world fell away and he was grateful. He tired of its fakeness. He grew weary of the pettiness. As a man who faced death he realized that no one was here to save us, to take care of our pleasure. No one seizes the day but ourselves, and as he threw his head back in passion Wallace slid his slick cock into Jimmy’s sweet brown bubble butt, like it was meant to be there. Jimmy’s dick stiffened and began to leak pre-cum. Wallace’s kissed on Jimmy’s neck, and softly grunted as he took that virgin hole, that would be his forever. Jimmy swooned as he thought that this moment was so perfect, that on his death bed he would struggle to jack off at the last moment of his life to match his end with the beginnings that this night brought to him. He was fulfilling his calling as a bottom. As Wallace tweaked his nipples Jimmy worked his ass back and met each of Wallace’s thrusts. He felt his walls milking Wallace’s cock and he gasped as he felt Wallace’s cock swell. Wallace began focusing his stroke on Jimmy’s prostate, pummeling it with each stroke. Jimmy was not only on the verge of a true anal orgasm but close to shooting his load without once touching his dick. Jimmy loved the possibility of surrender - surrender to Wallace’s dick, surrendering his body to a strange lover…. Wallace leaned in, whispering to Jimmy, “Oh my god you are so tight. You must be a virgin. I always wanted to give my gift to a virgin.” Gift?, Jimmy thought. “Whaaaa….” Reality intervened. “What do you mean, ‘gift?’” Jimmy asked, curious but his voice trembling. “My poz cum. I’m going to make you pregnant with my baby. I will own you,” Wallace said with a mixture of a sigh and a hiss. “NOOOOO!” Jimmy said, snapping out of his dick daze. He dislodged Jimmy’s dick from his ass and ran for the bathroom door, collecting his things. He’s soaking wet… “Wait! I thought you knew! I thought that was what you wanted!” Wallace protested. Jimmy quickly got dressed, with difficulty as he tried to fit his still-hard cock into his jeans. “You are a sick animal! I should have you arrested! I don’t want AIDS!!!!” Wallace reached out but Jimmy turned away and ran to the door. “No, get away from me!” Jimmy leaves, leaving Wallace standing in the middle of his living room, naked, blue-balled, confused. Jimmy races down the stairs into the tepid night, confused about where he left his car. H felt so exposed in some many ways. He was again, scared. Jimmy realized he was lost. He forgot what block he left his car on. Various shady characters circled around him, sensing confused and vulnerable prey. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he felt himself watched… Then suddenly like Mulholland Drive a mangy creature stepped out of the shadows of an alley into Jimmy’s way. Putrid, with a mangled face, the creature smiled a diseased smile, and Jimmy’s heart leapt out of his chest and he ran the other way. After about 20 minutes Jimmy found his car, still intact, unmolested, unlike him. By the time of his arrival at home Liz had bedded down with her nightly headache and the kids were doing what teenagers do so Jimmy was alone. He rushed to his office, activating silence mode. What should he do? What the hell was Wallace thinking? What was the hell he thinking? His lust after so many years had made his stupid and vulnerable to something like this. He navigated to the hookup website to delete Wallace’s profile. Jimmy was in a rage. As he logged on he noticed a message from Wallace. Jimmy went to delete it, but thought better of it. Maybe Wallace had something meaningful to say to explain his actions. The message consisted of only Wallace on his huge round, brown bed in a white room, stroking his huge cock. Long strokes, his bulbous head straining under its skin, his pee hole leaking rivers of precum that made his cock slick. Moaning Jimmy’s name, Wallace shot floods and floods of juicy cum its color enhanced by the dark brown of the sheets. Jimmy didn’t think it possible to explode in such a way. His asshole twitched in sympathy and his mouth watered at the sight of this seed. “I am a nice guy, Jimmy,” Wallace said after coming down from his orgasm. “Never tease a man when he’s out for ass.” The message ended there, and Jimmy was shaking. “This is my life!” Jimmy thought “What right does he have?” Jimmy deleted everything about Wallace from his computer. He was done. But…did Wallace say what he thought he said…and HOW DID HE KNOW MY NAME???? Just then, on Jimmy’s work computer, a message arrives. “That’s strange,” Jimmy thought, because his work computer wasn’t set up to receive messages yet. “HOW WAS TONIGHT?” the message said. It was signed by Melvin. TO BE CONTINUED.

I don't sell it...but I wear jocks to fill with my cum and/or piss for my blog readers. I have them send the jock to me so it can be the correct size in case they want to wear it when I'm done. I also have them send me a jock of the same type in my size--which often works out to be about the same price as the postage I will spend on getting the ripe jock back to them. They request what juices of mine they want. I take pictures of the jock's destruction along the way. It's good blog fodder--and I love the idea that I have a number of men around the world wanking off to my smell as they read the blog.

My first apartment on my own....had a knock at the door one evening at it was a cute college kid (not much younger then me at the time) selling magazine subscriptions......I asked if he had gay porn and winked!....he laughed and ended up fucking me on the living room floor. I know it's not a "service man" experience but he had a beautiful dick and wanted to share my experience with yall.

I started on a 8.5” thick cock so my pussy has always had the ability to take large cock. My gifter is 10” and bred me daily for years. I thought after him and my dad that I would only need a large cock to feel anything. I have had some smaller men that really know how to work pussy.

I have to agree. Am I a slut? Yes. And a big one too. But a whore? I don't get paid for sex so I don't really see myself as that (if a whore is someone who gets paid for sex). If my sex partners see me as a whore so be it. I couldn't care less.

There is an old saying in life – “many a good tune played on an old fiddle” – well didn’t my mancunt get to realise how true that was last night. Apart from a couple of spasmodic regulars and one every Friday night regular (except tonight as he has a work function), things have been horribly dry for this little cumdump in recent months. I have gone from getting bred up to 20 times a week to two or three if I am lucky – it is the leanest period I have had in 20 years. Last night I was on Grindr – hoping, horny and praying. A guy hit me up – saying he was visiting friends in the area and was keen to fuck me – if I was interested. We exchanged some pics and his cock shot got me straight away – fat and thick. I gave him my address and punctual as – he was over within the hour. I had readied myself and opened the door in a jockstrap and my t-shirt. As is usual when I invite a new fuck over, I throw on some music, whack a bit of porn on the tele and use the mood lighting. He was in his late 60’s I am guessing. I didn’t give a fuck – I just wanted cock in me. In no time I had his fly undone and was presented with this beautiful fat cut cock, which I immediately swallowed. He was groaning already and I thought “don’t you fucking cum sunshine.” He didn’t, and started to undress himself why I treated his meat with my mouth. We left behind a trail of his clothes as we worked our way into the bedroom. Then he got to work – man this man had magic fingers. The groaning changed from him to me in no time at all. “That bubble butt deserves a right royal fucking,” he said. He asked for lube and although I don’t like it much I handed him the tube while he kept touch typing on the lips of my mancunt, spitting on his fingers, easing a couple in, then pulling them out and massaging my outer hole. I was insane by the time he slid his cock into me doggy style. He probably had a blue pill, but who cares. For the next 40 minutes he fucked me in every position, slid his cock in and out at different angles, pulled right out and plunged back in. He was some fuck. In his younger days I am sure he made plenty of bottom boys squirm and squeal with delight just as I was last night. I actually got off on thinking how many holes he would have made happy with that lovely fat cock over the decades. By the time he came – he sweat was dripping all over me. As he gradually pulled out he was totalled. I immediately whipped around and went to work to clean his cock. “I wasn’t expecting that,” he said gasping for breath. “And I wasn’t expecting to get so well fucked so it’s the least I could do,” I replied. I spent a good five minutes working my mouth over every centimetre off his dick and ball sac. I knew there was going to be no “seconds” but he was one hell of a fuck. Turns out he lives 200 kms south of Sydney and was on his way back home when he picked me up on Grindr. He never asked for a condom and I never offered one. I slept happily with his load in me and I felt the warmest I have been for some time. We swapped numbers and I told him I would always be available anytime he was back in town. Never judge a book by it’s cover!

As far as I am concerned, the point of PrEP is that it allows me as the bottom to protect myself without having to trust the top to be truthful. I am not being judgmental; most of us will say whatever it takes to get laid. I've certainly downplayed how often I take loads to tops who were skittish.

Well, I Worked for an escort service In Fort Lauderdale from 1998-1999. I was new at my current job, and flat broke. Easy money. I had been doing on a lot of dinner dates with guys prior to this, just for the food. And I was letting them fuck me because, you know, they paid. Why shouldn’t I fuck just for the cash? Now I fuck for free...I guess I’m a failed whore? LOL

What makes me a whore? I’ve thought about this question for a couple of days, trying to decide on an answer. The thing is, I know that some men see me as a whore - some men who come into my room at the bathhouse or line up to fuck me in the steam room, probably most men who come through my unlocked hotel room door, maybe some of you who read what I write in this forum. Every man who considers me a whore has his own reasons, and it doesn’t matter what I or anyone else thinks, that’s the way he sees me. To me, it’s more interesting to know what other men think makes me a whore than what I think. I actually don’t think of myself as a whore. I’m a slut, by any definition - I can’t argue with that. I’m promiscuous, easy (ridiculously easy), submissive, and conditioned by actual training for sexual response to other men. All of that is fact. But I don’t do what I do with any ulterior purpose or gain - I take cock because it is fulfilling to provide a source of pleasure to others. I have discovered that men really enjoy using my body for sex, so it seems good to me to give them my body for their pleasure; if that’s the way I was made, then that’s the way I should be used. Does that make me a whore? I don’t know. But if it does, then for me, a whore is a natural and good thing to be. I’d be interested in knowing what men say actually defines a whore, rather than just rattling off how debauched everyone is.

Awesome, I think it is so horny, i just bought a pair of a guy. 2 x day wearing, 10 pics, I chose how I wanted him to be. 2 x cum loads in them and some of his pubic hair. I like the idea like you say of wanking off to his smell, whilst wearing his used pants, looking at his pics. Awesome.

Just throwing it out there. Just fucking, dating Black/POC does not negate a person from racism and racial bias. Most misogynist are married to women. It's how you treat them that matters. Like a sentient human being and not some tool for your sexual fantasy. POC need to start loving ourselves and stop trying to access privileged by running after white. It is unfair to truly open minded white person and reaks of low self esteem and self hatred. If you are into "thugs" there's a big difference being attracted to dangerous men of all races Chavez, gang members etc. Then imposing that label on one particular race, not even taking into consideration that persons personality or how they themselves identify.

Before Covid, I occasionally met a guy from BBRTS at an adult store that has a video arcade. I'd suck his cock and get him hard and slick. Eventually, I'd back up to the hole and guide his cock in. He'd pound away while I huffed poppers until he plunged balls deep in me and groaned on the other side of the wall. Then I'd walk around a bit and see how many more loads I could get. Then Covid happened. If you've read in the news how badly the US has responded to this, believe it. But I'm a horny dude just like most, so I ventured back to the video arcade last week wearing a mask. The guy from BBRTS met me there and used my ass to get his nut and left. I stayed in place huffing poppers with my ass to the gloryhole. As soon as the first guy left, I heard someone else get in the next cubicle and close the door. I felt a finger feel around my cummy hole and then it was replaced with a hard cock. The second guy was very vocal especially as he was approaching orgasm. I heard him cum and felt a nice warm gush in my ass. Then he pulled out and left. I could feel cool air on my cummy crack so the door must have been left open when he left. I'm planning my next venture back as soon as I get either too horny again or get the courage to go back.

Absolutely. I can't imagine fucking an ass without rimming. Before, during and after the fuck. I love how the hole changes as my tongue and cock repeatedly invade it. Loosening it, making it mine for the playtime. Felching my own load (and sharing it with those bottoms who love to snowball) is my biggest fetish. And I love tasting another man's cock and load in a used hole, just as much as my own. The most intimate sex act I can think of is the two of us rimming each other in a 69 and then kissing--tasting our asses on each other's tongues... And don't get me started about men with prolapsed rosebuds who can push their cummy holes actually into my mouth...

Hell yeah! It's like my Grandpappy use to say, "As long as I've got a face you got a place to sit.''

I did not have a scene with this guy, but it is the closest I came to one. I moved into a new house in 2012. The dishwasher was barely functional, so as part of the home warranty, we got service on things for no charge. This attractive young guy with a scruffy beard comes over and repairs the problem. When he went to leave, he handed me his business card and said "Call me if you need anything." I looked at it in my hand, then at him, and said "What if I just wanna say hello? 😉" His face turned beet red as my meaning became clear, and he eventually said, "I meant the dishwasher. But yeah, no, I'm married." And that was that. For a couple days, I schemed about breaking the dishwasher so he would come over again, but I never did it.

I figured it out on my own. With a little help... My dad had pornographic novels. No pictures except on the cover. I kept finding them hidden in the barn, the basement or under the front seat of his car. I found the first two when I was 10 or so. I was fascinated by the drawings on the covers--of half naked women in provocative poses--but I never thought to read the book. I found two more a few years later. He had made the switch from straight to bisexual stories. This time I read one. My parents were gone for the night and I lay on the couch, fully dressed, on my stomach. I began grinding into the cushion as the sex scenes began. Suddenly I had my first dry orgasm. It felt wonderful---but I was also frightened. Had I just had a heart attack? I did it again the next time I was alone--but in the meantime had also found the hidden copy of Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex....and I knew what was happening. I progressed to stroking soon there after. And to producing semen--cumming into an old sock or some holey underwear my mother had told me to throw out. Soon I was tasting my creamy load. I liked the taste of my cum. A lot. My dad's taste in porn changed in the early 70's. It was now gay. And with covers that were rip offs of Tom of Finland drawings. I loved the leather and the oversized bulging dicks ripping through the denim jeans on the extremely hunky men. Right around that time, I had also learned I could contort my skinny body so I could suck my big dick myself--if I went heels over head. I began pumping loads down my throat...and saved innumerable socks from a sticky end...

It was group of my friends - 5 or 6 of us - got naked stroking our dicks - cumming - some one taught someone - I was the only Uncut dick and allowing them touching me - rolling my back and forth over my crown head ! The Best I have ever felt with a blow job was in the woods . My single mother , Italian , was a party mother - bringing home black guys to her bedroom . She be having Sex - blow jobs big huge black dicks - she was so excited ! Then , 1 day taking a short cut though the woods - 2 men ( 1 black and 1 white ) having sex - they waved me to come over - I did so ! The white guy sucking th black dick - he was most excited of sucking a huge dick . I was thinking of my mom - maybe I will get a chance of excitement ! Then , I had the chance sucking a Big Black Dick - I was doing so - telling me licking it as a ice cream cone - sucking - stroking it - the white guy giving me encouraging words . Black Man said ," Relax and enjoy it - let it happen - do it ! " Then , with encouraging words , White Male started rubbing my crotch - loving it - he pulled down my pants - stroking me - sucking me off - his fingers playing with my butt hole - black man telling me suck it boy ! White male with soft hands - warm juicy mouth - he knew what he was doing to me - I was Helpless - loving it - knowing what my mother enjoyed ! After squirted and enjoying them - I got a job cutting there grass - but a lot more - the white guy bottom took over training me !

Part 2 Jackson and Alverez were carefully checking each room, it was like a maze down here they had been in three Labs and 2 offices, and so far, they had found nothing except one dishevelled office papers scattered and chair over turned with what looked like black ink up one wall but that could have been caused by panic when the alarm sounded. Jackson moved up to an open glass door way to what looked like an office area small cubicles filled the space like any office in America where the windows would have been seemed to be computer screens showing the containment breach information and advising all to get to the shelter for decontamination. The screens provided no real light only casting more shadows but he though he saw a movement towards the back of the room. He muttered into his mic “Jackson to Alverez I think I've seen someone I'm moving into the office south of the lab you're in now” he moved into the room and heard a click behind him Jackson looked back to see the door had closed and a red light flashed over a slot for a key card Alverez’s voice came back over the com link “heading to you now” Jackson muttered again. “The damn door closed on me I will check on this contact then move back and try open it” a brief “Rodger “ came back over the mic and Jackson sighed and lifted the gun beginning to move. He moved down the aisle of cubicles with careful trained motions scanning for anyone who could be hiding, but the flickering computer screens and the emergency lights caused dancing shadows that made this almost impossible. He was halfway through the room about to give up when a soft thud behind him made him spin around. Something grabbed his head. There was a blur of colour in front of his face. He went to let out a shout of alarm, but it was muffled by something being forced into his mouth then down his throat. It was slimy and dripping something; he gagged at the sensation and pushed back, stumbling backwards. He landed hard on his ass looking up at what had just attacked him with his hand trying to wipe the fluid from his mouth and his eyes wide. The creature has once been a man but now … It was naked and tall maybe 6:02. Its skin was grey and pulled taught over bone and over defined muscle. Its body hair and eyes were jet black. Spider webbing across its body were black veins that pulsed with a strange toxic green light converging over the thing's heart forming an eerie replica of the bio hazard symbol. Jackson felt his eyes pulled down to the creature's crotch. A massive member hung between its legs. It was still swinging from when the thing grabbed him, and it was getting hard. Jackson was finding it hard to think, hard to breathe. His mind was fuzzy. He was too hot; he could feel his body break out into a sweat and needed to get out of his cloths. He needed to be near the creature. Its black eyes not leaving his, Jackson's hands moved clumsily to the clasps on his vest and pulled the release buckles. It clattered to the floor forgotten as he pulled off the jacket and t-shirt tossing them to the side exposing his body to the humid air, Sweat was trickling down his chest and abs both dusted with light bond hair. He realised he had never been so horny. Every nerve was on fire. He fumbled with his trousers his eyes never leaving the glorious creature In front of him. The creature seemed to sense its prey was ready and moved up to the young man caressing his body with its fingers and tongue. Jackson shivered as it seemed to spend time licking and smelling every inch it could reach abs, biceps armpits. Then when the thing's tongue and mouth pressed over his left nipple, he let out a moan of pleasure. Hard as iron and leaking precum, his cock strained against his trousers. The thing could sense the pure fluid leaking from its prey. Its hands moved to his fatigues; they were ripped off of him and flung into the darkness. The same fate befell the boxers - one swift movement and Jackson was naked only his socks and boots left, His six inch shaft hard as a rock pointing at the creature almost offering the large droplet forming on the tip. Jackson moaned. Desperate for it to touch him, his mind screamed for him to stop. "What are you doing you're not even gay and this thing is a monster!" Even that went silent when the thing sat down in front of him its head moving forward its tongue delicately licking up the droplet of precum before its mouth engulfed his whole member with one swallow. Its throat massaged him as if trying to pull the cum out of him. Waves of pleasure crashed through him; his mind almost lost to the pleasure and fog of the thing's saliva. After a short time, it pulled back and Jackson let out a whimper of loss. Collapsing unable to stand, his legs were weak after the onslaught. The thing caught him and lifted him to its face that long tongue moved down his taint. Jackson's whimper became another moan of pure pleasure as the hot breath of the creature and its long tongue met and invaded his hole. It would circle and then press in deeperf each time the ooze doing its job and opening Jackson up and getting him ready for the Gift his maker was about to give him. The creature and Jackson could hear something banging, screaming and shouting, but they were both too consumed with the hunger to pay it any real attention. The headset down by the vest on the floor was buzzing with sound, but it, too, was forgotten now. All that mattered was the thing and the pleasure it was giving him. Jackson felt himself get lowered by the things strong arms, and he felt a pressure on his hole. His mind tried to fight back. He tried to struggle, but the things grip was like steel; tears welled and fell down his face as the thing forced him down onto the huge toxic cock. He cried out as he felt like he was being impaled by molten iron his hole trying to stretch impossibly wide. His last true thought was, "This can't be happening." Then the head broke through. A flash of white-hot agony took him, but mercifully his thoughts faded and with them the pain. It was still there and spreading though him like a wild fire from where that toxic member had entered him, but the pleasure beat it out. The creatures precum already starting the corruption that would take him soon enough. He was face to face with the creature now half impaled on its cock. Full of lust wanting more, needing more. he kissed it deep. The tongue again went down his throat. There was no gagging now, no revulsion. The toxic thing moved him up and down slowly at first then faster more urgent. He broke the kiss, and Jackson's head was thrown back screaming with the pleasure as each move brought him higher and higher. Each pump of its toxic cock brought him closer. Without warning, the creature grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him balls deep ripping him open inside fully planted, fully claiming its prey. It looked him in the eyes as it screamed out its triumph, pulsing rope after rope of thick black corruption into its new creation flooding it so there was no turning back. Jackson let out one final moan of pure ecstasy as he was forced to take the whole massive toxic length. He did not notice the tearing or the pain only the pleasure as the Toxic Thing's pulsing cock had sent him over the edge, and his own cum erupted from him. The mouth of the thing he was riding swiftly engulfing his steel-hard cock not missing a drop and sucking the last of his pure fluids from him. Everything went still except for Jackson panting. The thing pulled him off of its softening cock and held him in its arms black toxic cum and blood spilling from Jackson's ruined hole and dripped down his leg pooling on the cheap office carpet like spilled ink. He whined and twitched, and the change started in earnest. His skin was already going gray, and veins were spider webbing across is body inch by inch. His dick was growing as the body fat seemed to be draining away from him. As Jackson was being reborn, the thing carried him from the room almost tenderly. Alverez looking on in horror from behind the bullet proof glass unable to help his friend.

I looked up at the club doors and was so excited and scared at what was to happen. I walked in the double doors to the club and went to the fron desk and presented my ID. The man behind the front desk was a hulking god of a figure with a broad muscled chest and a rippling eight pack that glistened with the oil that was rubbed all over his body. His chest was encased in a neon red harness showing off his strong pecs and pierced nipples. My mouth watered at his sight and felt myself hard as a rock and I imagined how large his cock was and how many places and positions he would fuck me in. I noticed a bio-hazard tattoo on his ribs and didn't think anything of it just that it looked well on him. He caught me staring and I could feel myself blushing as I looked away. He laughed at me and told me not to worry that everyone loves to look at his body. Once I was signed in he walked around to inspect me that I followed the requests that were told to me. He pushed me against the wall and pulled down my shorts and inserted one of his fingers to make sure I was cleaned out. I told him to be careful that I might get too close to cumming if he kept that up for much longer. Once the inspection was over I thought that would be all and I would be let in to start my first night as an adult but then I felt a sting go into my arm and then I fell into the void of sleep. (present night) Seeing all of these men on the dance floor got me so hot and horned up. I tried to pull on the restraints but they didn't budge and I was a but afraid as to why I was chained in this cage instead of being bent over and being plowed at both ends like many of the guys in front of me. I was removed from my cage and then re chained up on the stage of the club in the same position. The guy from the front desk came up onto the stage and the music was signaled to be stopped. "Pigs, slaves, and all other perverts please come around we have something special for the night." So many of them circled the stage now and most didn't stop fucking or getting their cocks sucked but still paid attention. "This one here has come for a special time tonight for his 18th birthday party and you all know what that means." The audience applauded and started to call out and whistle at me. On top of that he has informed me that he is still a virgin in all departments as a bonus." "He has been cleaned out and prepped for the night and now it is time for the start of the auction for his neg cherry." When he said neg cherry I started to put two and two together and understood what his tattoo meant and I started to get scared. I knew I wanted to be barebacked but I didn't think I would be in a position where I would get any stds right from the beginning and now I am here being told that it was going to happen and I started to say I didn't want this anymore and I wanted to be let go. The guy from the front came over to me and reminded me that I signed the clubs documents to be let in and It was my own fault that I didn't read it and saw that it said that I am agreeing that being this is a well know HIV positive location that only allows bareback sex on the grounds that I will be help responsible for any and all STDS I might catch while here. He bent down and whispered in my ear "don't worry boy after getting started you're going to be begging for all of the poz cum to infect you so much you'll never want it to stop." He walked behind me and slid another one of his strong fingers into my ass and made me yelp. I didn't know that he had laced his fingers with lubed mixed with Tina and I started to squirm when It started to burn. He went back to the microphone and addressed the crowd again. "Alright guys lets get this show on the rode now the bidding will start at $100." All I could do is squirm more as the Tina was still driving me nuts as I saw many men placing their bids to make me their pozzed boy. The bidding slowed down some when they reached $3,000 for me but this god of a man spiced up the bidding by adding something to it. "For the winning bidder we will throw in a free bio-hazard to be put wherever you want on him." That drove the bidding up again and it finally ended with the winning bid of $6,000. I didn't see who the winning bidder was and was in utter shock when he walked on stage to claim me and then I saw that it was my own father. I couldn't believe what was going on that he was the one who won me and was now wanting to fuck me and poz me. The crowd cheered him on as my restraints we let loose and he started to grab me all over. He whispered in my ear telling me how he knew where I was going and he had been monitoring me and making sure through my life that I would be skinny whilst pinching my nipples. He whispered that I was from his last neg load that he collected and put into my mother before he got pozzed so she wouldn't. He was done talking and caried me to the nearest flat surface and bent me over it to where he had a nice cleat view of my pink about to be pozzed hole. I felt his breath as he blew onto my hole causing it to twitch something fierce and it led up to my father sticking his tongue straight into my hole. He came up for a breath after what felt like 10 minuets of him ravaging my hole and told the group watching that anyone is welcome to throat fuck me as he took my virgin hole with his cock. He walked around to my face first to let me slobber on his cock before he fucked me saying that it would be the only lube to be put on his cock so I would be wise to really get it wet. His cock was the biggest I have ever seen and the only one I have seen with a spiked PA at the head and his bio-hazard tattoo on the length of his cock. I slobbered all over his cock trying to get as much saliva on it as I could but I knew that it was still going to hurt no mater what I did so I tried to prepare as much as I could for it. My father went back around to my ass and started to slide his cock up and down my crack and another man came to my front holding a little brown bottle under my nose and telling me to inhale deeply. I did and as my head started to swim I could feel my dad shove his cock into my hole with so much force I almost fell off of the couch and screamed in pain. I knew I would be sore and bleeding for a while but thankful once he was in at full hilt he stood there for a moment and let me adjust to his spear of a cock. He rubbed his finger around his cock and held it to my face so I could see some of my blood on it and he laughed saying that I was defiantly going to be infected now. With that he started to thrust into my now de virginized hole and the man with the brown bottle appeared again and let me take another hit before shoving his own slab of cock into my throat. My dad and this man leaned in without missing a beat of them fucking me and started to make out with each other. They both started to pick up the pace of their fucking and the man fucking my throat informed me about getting a nice viral load down my throat just as my father said the same thing about getting his in my ass. Both men managed to cum at the same time and the feeling of the warm poz cum shooting down my throat and in my ass it caused me to cum as well. When they both grew soft and finished panting they withdrew from me leaving me sore at both ends and I didn't see that there was a small bowl underneath my cock full of my cum. My father told me that it was my last neg load and that it would fetch a nice price for all these pigs to have a virgin's last neg load. He walked away with the bowl in hand to the god of a man that was at the door and auctined me off but not before anouncing to the crowd around me that my ass was now fair game to any who wants it.

Hi guys quick note before i start i'm new at writing fiction (first story >.< ) but thought since i have enjoyed so many of your amazing orgasm inducing tales i should try contribute to the community, so any feed back is more than welcome as its the only way we get better. a quick sorry in advance for the punctuation i have dyslexia and its a bitch. this story is based on all those films where the monster is loose and hunts its pray transforming them into creatures like itself, which always really turned me on ... and seems a natural fit for a genetically modified poz monster who wants to convert as many as possible with its toxic dick. nobody dies in this story they just become infected with super HIV developed by a shady pharma corp and transform still living into there new form. i hope you all enjoy and on with the story...... The group walked up to the glass and steel building of Gentech, its massive sign still lit proclaiming “Gentech a better world for all”. But with the lights in the building out and all personnel gone it looked eerie and dead they knew the building was fully evacuated except for basement levels where the labs are and from reports those lab floors were like a small labyrinth. The basement levels had been sealed due to a biological containment alarm with the twelve scientists who working at the time were still down there needing extraction. That was the job of S.R.A.R.G, a search and rescue group used by government to get assets out of compromising situations, the group sent was delta squad a five-man strong retrieval team each hand picked for their skills. The Figures moved up to the doors and slipped inside with military precision, five figures in all wearing black bio-containment suits the front figure held a tablet with a metal wand hooked up to it they waved it though the air of the large glass atrium the tablet lit up green, the figure nodded and they moved quickly across the marble floor their footsteps and rustling suites echoing off the glass and steel in the still darkness they reached an elevator and the front figure typed a code the beeping seeming too loud by far, the metal doors slid open with a shush of air and the group stepped inside without a word, the elevator descended. The figures remained silent the elevators doors opened again and they stepped into a small concrete room only just big enough to hold them all, a red light pulsed on the wall a message flashing on a small black screen underneath “containment breach full lock-down in effect” the figure with the tablet moved up to the large blast door that took up one wall like the entrance to a tomb. he plugged the tablet into it with a small cable, swiftly moved his hands across the glass pad within a few seconds the red flashing light stopped and the large metal door rumbled up. the figures braced themselves but they were only met with a set of glass doors leading to a long corridor lit with dull yellow emergency lights no panicked scientists. The lead figure pushed the glass door open carefully and waved the metal rod it took a few seconds but the tablet once again showed a green icon on the screen, the figure pulled the mask free from his face with a sigh of relief “all clear guys” he was greeted with a rush of hot moist air that smelled like a locker room, “Air isn't too fresh though makes sense with the air con off down here, but the system says there are dangerous no toxins or gasses ” He quickly striped off the rest of the bio hazard suite showing the black military boots, fatigues, jacket a bullet proof vest over the top seemed filled with tech gear, the man was in his twenties 5 foot 9 with sparkling green eyes his blond hair shaved up the sides and back and let to grow long on the top it made him look like a surfer dude who had dressed like a swat officer for Halloween. The other four followed his lead pulling off the black suits to show similar cloths, “if nothing is showing up why the lock down Gray?” Nate was a large man and team leader he looked in his early 30’s with a body that had been carefully sculpted at the gym, his chestnut hair and beard were both buzzed close to the skin Grey looked back up from the tablet and shrugged “no idea, I would need to get into their computer systems to have a look at what they were working on, mission brief just has they were outsourced by the military intelligence on a number of sensitive projects” Nate nodded and looked over the group “right where are going to split up and find the people trapped down here while Gray pulls the files from the main computers … mission control want to know what the hell they were playing with down here” he pointed at two men one could have been a blond frat boy not over 25 and the other with olive skin black hair “Jackson and Alverez you two search the labs and office area me and cooper will escort Graves to the main server room and then join you, be careful we still don’t know what triggered the biohazard alert ” Both men saluted and Jackson and Alverez moved into the Lab complex guns drawn Nate watched them disappear around the corner and had a bad feeling but looked as Gray and Nick cooper a 5;12 Black man with a swimmer's body and Scowled “let's get this done fast”.

Code Red: A Stealthing Story The Bottom So there I was, arse against the wall, my hole lined up with the glory hole between porn booths. I had discovered them recently, and totally by accident. I was walking around the porn shop a few weeks back when I came across the rows of booths. One of the walls was literally shaking, and it had me intrigued. A few days later I came back and tried them out, and I can tell you that from the moment the man in the porn-lit room next to mine put his cock through that hole I was hooked. Last night I put out an add on craigslist. “Gloryhole Fuck” it was titled. I’m a complete bottom, and a cum-hungry one at that. I put it out there that I was looking to be bred by some anonymous guys, clean only, discrete only, and NSA only. So there I was with my hole pushed up against the wall, lubed with my own spit and some random’s cum. I had already serviced two guys. One of them blew in my mouth as soon as he got hard, which I didn’t mind since it gave me more to lube my hole with. The second guy started fucking my mouth the moment I started sucking it. I knew what it meant. I turned around and slid his shaft into my hole. He didn’t even wait for me to ride it. He was in control. The walls shook as I stood there and jerked off with my eyes closed. The porn was poor stimulation compared to this guy’s cock pounding me. I heard him speak for the first time. “Yeah…Yeah…I’m cumming.” So I squeezed my hole as tight as I could and held it until the pounding became shaking. He pulled out of me and left the stall before I had even knelt down to whisper ‘thanks’. That was when the next guy entered the stall. “Did you put the add on craigslist?” he asked. I whispered ‘yes’ in response. “Show me your hole.” He responded. So I did. I turned around and lined my arse against the hole. I felt his fingers play with my hole for a bit before they penetrated me. Even with the cum the last guy deposited it felt a bit raw, a bit painful. I’m not the biggest fan of being fingered, so I figured that it was just because of that. His fingers pulled out and moments later I felt the tip of his cock align with my hole. He thrust it what must have been as far as it could go. My legs shook a bit just from how deep his cock went. He gently pulled out, and then the walls shook again when he thrust it back in. He picked up the pace and started fucking me harder and harder. Then he was done. No grunts, no shaky legs. He just pulled out of me. He had to have blown his load, because when the tip of his cock left me a blob of cum fell onto the floor below me. Not even a second after he pulled out I felt another cock, a different cock, slip through the glory hole and into me. There were two guys in the other booth! This second guy was a whole lot more verbal as he fucked me. He moaned with every thrust, and so did I. Every time the walls shook a shiver went up my spine. All of a sudden my cock felt like it was going to burst. “I’m going to blow” he said from the other stall. Perfect timing. I grabbed my cock and jerked it furiously. The guy’s moaning turned into grunting and the wall stopped shaking. My cock shot my load out and over the booth stall as I squeezed the guy’s cock with my arse. He slowly pulled out and then closed the glory hole over from his side. I heard their door open and went to put my pants on. I heard the glory hole cover slide open, and something solid dropped through. The lights in my stall had gone out, so I put my clothes back on and grabbed what ever it was they dropped through and headed to the bathroom to clean up. As I sat there on the toilet I emptied myself of the loads I had taken. I looked down to admire the cummy mixture in the toilet when I noticed it was laced with red. I took some toilet paper and wiped, and it came up red. Fuck. I was bleeding. How did that happen? After I cleaned up I walked out of the porn store, awkwardly smiling at the guy behind the counter. As I got to my car I remembered the thing they dropped through the hole. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Only three words were written on it. Enjoy our gift ---- The story from the ‘gifters’ will be coming soon. First attempt at a fictional story, feedback is appreciated

It's been a little over two years now since I got the letter that changed my life. Like any other day, I came home from work and checked the mail. There was a hand-printed envelope on linen paper. I opened all the other mail first, saving the best for last. Inside was an invitation to a weekend party. It was from Tom, a guy I’d met at the baths. Tom was an easy-going sort, who made me to open up to him. Among other things, I admitted that I found conversion stories sexy and appealing. Tom told me he was POZ. By legal definition, he had AIDS, but to look at him you’d never know. Seeing him fucking and sucking at the baths made me want to be like him and POZ. I’d fantasized about getting AIDS and passing it to others, more than I cared to admit. Up till then my fantasies had been confined to my imagination. They could hardly have been otherwise, since I was neg. But now I had a invitation to a weekend party of his. It emphasized a group of “POSITIVELY-MINDED MEN,” and " BAREBACK SEX." No misinterpreting that. It was a Conversion Party. My dick was hard and dripping. No way could I turn that down. A weekend with a group of horny guys into HIV and AIDS! Fuck, yeah, I wanted to attend! The invitation was RSVP. I called Tom up and told him I was coming. The party was three weeks off. I daydreamed about it constantly, replaying my twisted fantasies in my mind. I told myself I was headed for a king-size let-down. But it could turn out to be the kind of sick symposium I’d dreamt about. The party was set for Friday night till Sunday noon. The invitation said clothing would be checked at the door, so I needn’t worry about what to wear. I'm decent looking guy and in good shape, so I didn’t expect I’d disappoint anyone. And, judging from what I’d seen at the baths, Tom’s tastes in men and mine were similar. The others in attendance would be at least a pleasant eyeful. I told my lover I’d be gone till Sunday noon. We have a really open relationship. We’ve teased each other about who’s the bigger whore, and who'd be the first to catch an STD and pass it to the other. I rang the doorbell, and this cute little guy about my age opened up. He was wearing only briefs, which did little to mask his heavy cock and balls. " I'm Mike. And you are?" "I’m Joey." He picked up a list of attendees. "Got it." He crossed off my name and pointed to a door. "You can undress in there, and I'll lock up your clothes and valuables. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve been doing this for three years now and haven’t lost a hankie.” I entered the bathroom off the hall and slid out of my jeans, sneakers, and polo-shirt. The house was well-appointed and expensive. I returned to the hall wearing only my briefs and found Mike greeting a little doll of a boy who looked no older than 20 or 21. His name was Sam. Mike introduced us . “Give me your briefs,” he said. "Everyone else is nude. I'm just wearing since I’ve got to answer the door." His extended hand waited for my underwear. The guys appraised me as I stripped. My dick had grown semi-hard, and Sam was titillated. "I gotta get a piece of that before I leave. Sure hope you’re one of those.” Sam entered the bathroom to undress, not closing the door as I had. Mike winked as he folded my clothes. I wondered what Sam meant by "one of those." Mike told me to go on back and join the others. “You won’t have any trouble finding them. Straight down the hall. Just listen for the music and the voices.” A dozen guys were lounging about, sitting, standing, lying, drinks in hand, talking and laughing. A quick assessment told me I'd been right. They were all quite nice. One guy was fiftyish, a daddy-type for sure. Another looked like a high school kid. And everyone else was somewhere in-between. But they had one thing in common. They were all appealing—good-looking, healthy (I supposed), sexy, American males. A couple of the guys came up and introduced themselves. One handed me a beer. Another pointed to the joints on the table. I noticed Sam, now nude, had entered and was socializing. Guys were still arriving. And some were getting pretty soused. Personally, I hadn't had much to eat and the cocktail and the weed quickly took its toll. I suspected others were feeling likewise. About that time Tom appeared. Apparently he'd been waiting for the last guest to arrive, because Mike, the greeter, came in behind him. Tom turned down the music and called for quiet. He welcomed everyone and said he was glad we could attend. "You all know what we’re here for, and that’s lots of good sex. But apart from that, I know a lot of you have personal objectives. You know who you are—so I won’t go into that. I hate to restate the obvious, but there are ground rules. Oral is okay, but stick primarily to fucking. Make sure when you cum, it’s in someone’s ass. . Switch positions often—and I don't mean missionary and doggie-style.” Guys giggled nervously. "I mean be top as well as bottom. Give as well as you get. Share your seed. Change partners often. Don’t do the same guy twice till you’ve done us all. Charge up as many guys as possible. Take as much ass-cum as you can. And anyone found in the possession of a condom will be asked to leave.” "There are 20 of us here, not counting me. 12 of you are neg, and 8 are poz. That puts the odds at 40% of taking a charged load. Don’t ask anyone his status nor reveal your own, which could change at any minute." I felt my knees go weak. This was a party planned around RAW FUCKING with guys into AIDS and HIV, an assemblage of Gift Givers and Bug Chasers. These guys, like me, were out to fuck and be fucked raw, HIV and AIDS be damned. "Don’t be too quick to wash the cum out of your ass. But bath and shower, replete with towels, are down the hall and on the right. There’s also the john where you came in and one downstairs. The den has porn vids running continuously. Same with the rec room in the basement. Both are good places to catch a catnap. You’ll find plenty of snacks in the kitchen, but please avoid that area between 7 and 8 AM and 4 and 5 tomorrow. That’s when the caterers come in. “As most of you know, there’s a variety of lube and weed and poppers at the bar. Do anything and anyone you like." Tom’s last risqué remark sparked a massive, marathon orgy. Guys were pairing up everywhere. They were piling onto couches and the pillows and mats that lined the carpet. A hungry hand groped my ass, and I turned around to find Mike, the greeter. "Ready for some action, stud?" His throbbing cock betrayed concupiscence. "Sure am." We wound our way past a maze of tangled bodies to a vacant mattress in the corner. He fell on top of me, and his dickhead probed my ass. He hastily smeared some lube on me, and used the rest to coat his cock. With two powerful thrusts he entered me then paused as I absorbed his fullness. Our lips connected; our tongues entwined. He slid his big dick in and out of me. He fucked with slow, deliberate strokes, almost entirely withdrawing before plunging in me to the hilt. I matched him stroke for stroke, meeting his invading shaft with my eager cum-hungry ass. I wanted to milk the cream out of this man. I moaned in lust for the d-i-s-e-a-s-e. "Fuck me, Mike. I want it," I said between his thrusts. "What do you want, Joey?" he asked as he pulsed into me. "Tell me what you really want." "I WANT YOUR POZ CUM, MAN. I WANT YOU TO PUMP ME FULL OF H-I-V!" That sent him over the edge. His pounding became furious. "YOU’RE SO FUCKIN’ TWISTED, MAN. YOU WANT MY VENOM IN YOUR ASS.” "Well take it, then!" "Shit, yeah, Mike. Cream my ass! Please shoot in me!" He lunged forth viciously as his thick cock spasmed in my hole. Hot blasts of noxious seed violated my guts. The deadly virus invaded me with every fiery jab. I ground my buttocks against him to absorb his lethal load. He stopped, hips jutted forward, his dick impaling me as far as it would go. We lay there in the aftermath. Quietly he said, "You're pretty obvious about being NEG. Don’t give it away. Everyone here wants POZ JIZZ, either to infect or reinfect them. Keep ‘em guessing. Don’t disappoint by letting them know you’re neg. You may not be much longer." With that he pulled out and wandered off, seeking someone else to poz or be pozzed by. I didn't waste time worrying about his status. If not him, then someone else would do me, I was sure. Ravenous, with unfulfilled carnality, I approached the bar in hope a beer might quench my prurient thirst. A fortyish guy did the same. After a minute of small talk, he cut to the chase. "You wanna fuck or be fucked first?" "I want to fuck you, dude,” I said. I gotta get this load up someone's ass before I cum." Unceremoniously we made our way to a mat, and he raised his legs to take my seed. I imagined I was poz and was infecting him. For all he knew I was. Regardless, the tight mancunt beneath his balls proved a succulent receptacle. It didn't take me long to shoot. We traded places and his dick slid easily in my cum-lubed hole. As he drew close I licked the purple bruises on his neck. Wet with spittle they seemed to glow. KS lesions? Probably. The guy had AIDS. Suddenly inspired I pummeled my ass against his pubes to meet the penetration of his noxious cock. And when I felt him tensing, I ground my ass against him, to suck out every drop of toxic cum. He winked at me as he withdrew, but I clasped my hands behind his back and wouldn’t let him go. He knelt there, staring down at me, a cynical smile transfiguring his face. He held his right arm out to me, palm up and turned away, revealing a large lesion, halfway between his armpit and his elbow. He pressed it to my lips, and I began to lick and suck it till the skin around it reddened. He stood straight up, his ankles planted firmly against my ribs. His cock, now shrunken to a fraction of its former mass, spewed forth a golden stream aimed directly at my gaping mouth, but raining down on neck and shoulders, dribbling past my ears and pits, onto the surface of the rubber mat. The guys around us applauded. His defecation done, he set out in pursuit of other pleasures. Hastily I retrieved a towel to dry myself and the urine from the mat. From there, the party blurred—whether from the weed, or beer, or lack of nourishment, or merely from the aberrant thrill of being a participant in such decadent behavior—I cannot tell. For the next 36 hours I fucked and got fucked by guys at least as debauched as I. It became obvious, as time went by, from casual conversations and off-the-cuff remarks—I was in good company—with men as hell-bent on self-annihilation as myself. As the party went on and guys got spent. A lot of us were eating or dozing or merely watching, and only a few were actively fucking as the rest of us egged them on. When I fucked before the group, I heard them urge the top to poison me. I wondered if there was a single neg present who had escaped at least one charged load. I was soon to get an answer. Near noon on Sunday Tom had each poz guy stand up for accolades. 7 of my 15 loads were POZ. The second guy I’d fucked, the guy who pissed on me, actually did have AIDS. My rod ballooned as I as I recalled each episode. The young man, Sam, hadn't been so fortunate.. He was the sole participant who had managed to avoid every poz guy present. Defiantly, he lay down before the group and raised his legs. He dared any Giver to step forward and pump a charged load in him. Tom intervened before anyone could react. “Being poz the longest and having fucked the least, I figure I deserve first crack at you.” We all cheered as our host plowed into Sam. After Tom, a couple other poz guys mounted him, in what turned out to be, for Sam, a very effective climax. Tom reminded us that, in a week or two, we might get sick. He’d hosted these poz parties annually for the past three years, and we’d be invited back. He kept a roster of similar affairs with other groups and individuals. If anyone remained unconverted, a rematch was available, with himself or one of his poz buddies. He urged us lucky ones to share the seed, overtly or covertly. I took his words to heart. 12 days later I fell ill and stayed home from work. In the coming months I was a nervous wreck till I got my test results. . That evening I had my dick up my boyfriend’s ass as usual, in the intimate fuck you do with someone you've screwed a hundred times. "I got my test results back today." He flinched, but kept on fucking. "So you’re pozzing me?" "I guess." We kissed, as he pushed up to accept my jizz and welcome the inevitable. His acquiescence turned me on. I must have spewed a cup of venom into him.

FUCKIN HOTT!

This is a Jess Royan/Crunchboy video that is over an hour long and does not have locked down access like most of the Crunchboy videos on xtube. However there is something wrong with the sound (like it was recorded slowed down). Jordan Dawson and Fabien get gangbanged during the Biohazard Party during 2017 Berlin Hustlaball The thing is that this was not posted by Jess Royan or Crunchboy but by someone else (who looks like they might be associated with the Hustlaball parties). So it could be a bootleg thing although that shouldn't be true since it's easy to find, it's been up for months and xtube would pull it if there were anything sketchy about the posting. JORDAN DAWSON & FABIEN GANGBANGED AT BIOHAZARD PARTY BER [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/jordan-dawson-amp-fabien-gangbanged-at-biohazard-party-ber-41864581

Girth isn’t a problem, and always appreciated. But usually anything over 8.5” is too much. Despite the number of miles on my ass, I’ve never been good about taking dick deep. No matter what I’ve done to try finding/training my “second hole”, if you’re over 8.5” you’re just going to be pounding the back and it’s going to be painful. And I don’t respond well to pain. If you’re 6”-8” you’re right in my comfort zone, so feel free to pound away. As a matter of fact, I tend to politely decline offers from guys that are “too hung”.

I’m imagining walking into some Top’s living room and seeing numerous pairs of underwear mounted on plaques on the wall in lieu of antlers. I never had anyone express the least interest in my underwear, and usually had me out of it as quickly as possible. The only times I recall being asked to wear underwear was so it could be ritually cut or ripped off of me.

A long time ago. I had a delightful afternoon with a furnace repairman. The maintenance man for the apartment complex was to put it nicely nasty. Imagine my surprise at opening the door to a hot young repairman. I admired his hot ass while he repaired my furnace. Then patted his ass while asking him something stupid about the repair. Chalk it up to being young and horny, and very lucky he did not smack me with a wrench. We had a great afternoon.

Yeah but I added your email address to it whore. Now it's a masterpiece

I was 13, in a dorm with three other boys all my age. I was a late developer compared to most of them - and one had a huge cock and an even bigger exhibitionist streak so most nights, after lights out, we'd all participate in a game where one of us, Ben, would try to catch the rest of us mid-wank... but it was really just a pretext to jack off in front of each other, which is what we ended up doing. I copied them and had my first orgasm.. instantly became an addict. Aside from the occasional sexual encounter back then, I spent the next few years watching, listening to other guys or being caught myself... I was obsessed.

An older boy told me / showed my - I must have been very young it was years before I could cum We used to wank in his Dads shed I've nearly been caught many times At school in the back row in physics class , on a road trip with family - I was in a sleeping bag Countless times at work , in my office Now I'm a tradesman I often sniff the used underwear from hot DILFS in working for (from laundry baskets etc) , I have a feeling that at some point that's not going to end well ! When you get the horn , you've got to let it out

A lot of it comes down to not being an asshole. You don't have to be rude about your preferences, but you also don't owe anyone an explanation for why you aren't into them. Putting "no blacks, no asians" in your profile because you can't be bothered to say "no, thank you" to people who don't do it for you seems like being an asshole to me. Repeatedly asking "but why won't you give me a shot?" is definitely being an asshole.

Last time I was in Palm Springs I was hit up my a handsome 71 daddy top who was only 1100 feet away on grindr. He was married to a women but was simply needing an ass to unload in. i figured he was at the hotel but he told me he was local. I told him I had to check out in 45 minutes and if he could get over real quick I’d be happy to take his load. Much to my surprise there was a knock on my hotel door about 5 minutes later. I open the door to see a very handsome executive looking dad- Just my type. We talked for a minute and I could tell his was a bit nervous but soon enough we were both naked. There was lots of touching and rubbing bodies together which was probably the perfect foreplay him. Soon I found my tongue deep in his ass he as beautiful, tight, and clean daddy ass and I was prepared to breed his ass instead. I rubbed my cockhead on his hole and he moaned so I asked him if he wanted my load. He moan and pushed back a little on my cock which my cue to start but before I could make any headway I think he came to his senses and he told me he wanted to fuck me instead. So he sat up on the edge of the bed and I sat right on his cock and road his cock just like that. He had a perfect uncut daddy cock that you could tell was under serviced. I massaged his balls as I road him trying to coax as much cum out of him as possible. Mid stroke he told me to stand up and we stood up together with him still balls deep in me.He bent me over the bed and I knew what was coming. He pounded me as hard as he could and you could hear his breathing quicken and he had purpose with every thrust. A loud groan escaped him as he shoot rope after rope of sperm in my ass. I tighten my ass grip around his cock trying to milk every drop of cum out of his balls. We talked for a quick minute and then he was gone. Not 30 minutes after his last message on Grindr I had his load in my ass. I had enough time to rinse off in the shower and check out of the hotel. My whole flight back to Dallas I could feel his load leaking out of my ass.

I've been to the steamworks, but not club z. The baths in Portland are still closed, this might be worth a road trip.

was fucked yesterday, rough daddy, tried to make me take his cock and a large dildo - I can hardly take the dildo without screaming, he gagged me, gave up, slapped me, bred me and pissed into my hole. one the subway home I coukd feel cum and piss trickle out of my asscunt, and now I want to go back for more!

I love Rimming, I have converted a lot of married "straight" men by eating their arse out. Some were morified at the suggestion, but eventually, moaned and groaned and love it. Apparantly ' I have a skill"😊

thanks for answering baby ... well, a bitch behavior is as you describe, in the sauna bathrooms leaving the door of the cabin open or in the dark rooms leaving your hole at the service of anyone, I always look for those types of guys who are hungry for cock and they are insatiable. In the privacy I like that they moan a lot, if they do it feminine it turns me on, although I have had manly whores who moan like a bull in heat, wild beasts full of demonic lust. On the other hand, the whore must be a deposit of all the available fluids, semen, saliva and piss (I hate scat and vomiting, until I get there), and in my case that whore is totally submissive and receives all the sexual violence from my part (I like bdsm and rough sex) of course there must be chemistry between the two, I do not like to abuse, however so far I have not been told no.

So long as they don't expect me to flip fuck, whatever they enjoy is what I want.

I sometimes thank a cumdump after I use it but usually in a way that reminds them of their cheapness. I will say thank slut or thanks faggot thanks for the hole cumdump. Sometimes l just spit in its face when I'm finished using its hole.

I pulled out and watched as he got off Peter, noting the gush of spunk as his cock came out of the plump backside. He dug an old rag from his pocket and wiped his cock, then wiped Peter's hole. "Thanks," He said and picked up his bucket. "I'll be back same time tomorrow. Make sure one of you is here for a fuck." Then he left. We dressed and headed home. Peter was quiet and then he blushed and said "Do..do..do you think I'm pregnant now, Timmy?" I grinned at him. "With all the babies in you today, I think you might be! How do you feel?" We had reached his home. Peter usually went in by the back gate, next to his Dad's shed. "I.. I like it" He mumbled. I noticed his trousers bulging and he looked at me with a pleading expression. I pulled him into the space beside the shed and dropped my trousers and pants. "Can't have you going home like that I said. Stick it in and cum," He needed no second invitation. Quickly he got his small cock out which was stiff as a poker.He got behing me and I felt him stabbing between my buttocks. I reached back and guided him in. He gave a small cry of pleasure and then was humping me like a rabbit. "It's coming out of me!" He gasped. I pushed back and was rewarded with his orgasm, feeling him push and throb, push and throb as he spurted his juicy sperm into me. After a moment he pulled out. "Thanks." He said. "See you tomorrow," I replied. "And you'd better rinse out your pants if you don't want your mum to find the spunk stains," I watched him go and headed home, smiling as I felt the wetness between my cheeks.

I remember when I heard about The Six. I had just been barebacked by a dominating top. We had Poz talk throughout. The last words I spoke was “ Give me your Poz babies” as he bred into me. “The problem with me” he said as he lay back down on the bed “ is I am firing blanks and it is clear you are ready for the real thing.” I laughed. “ You are the real thing. I love Poz guys even if you have meds. I have been fucked by many guys not on meds. I enjoy the feeling of Poz guys filling me up with dirty seed”. My top laughed “That is because you are a slut that craves Poz cum, but I have known you long enough to know you need more than just the Poz seed, you need the Gift.” He smiled “ I think you need The Six”. I laughed. It sounded absurd. “ it is no joke “ He said. That was 4 months ago. Now I was here in a large dark room in a bathhouse that had been booked for the night, under “ The Six” Well there were 6 of us in the room,but clearly we were not The Six. We were the bottom sluts. Some of us were freaking out. “ What the fuck am I doing here?” One guy was almost pleading to us. Another guy had a smile on his face , which probably matched my own. It was nirvana. Alright it was nirvana mixed with excitement and fear. But I was hot for this. Every fibre wanted this. The poppers that I breathed in heavily helped draw me into this new heaven. My dominant top , that was one of many on my way to Poz slutdom had explained it abit to me.” The Six “ are guys who are all Poz without meds. They are made up of either newly Poz guys or Poz guys that are dominant and need to infect continuously. They change , so one time it may be made up of the same guys for 2 pozzings but it might change along the way with a different guy appearing occasionally or several,” I was erect when he told me this “ How does it work ? “I could hardly contain my excitement. Basically it was a group of six guys who met every few months, sometimes only twice a year, sometimes 3 or 4 times a year. They were made up of guys not on meds who wanted to Gift willing guys. The guys who were going to be gifted needed to be invited by members and there could be no backing out if the invitation was accepted. The strike rate I was told was basically 100 %. Because of all of this you never entirely knew which one of the six made you pregnant. “ The moment they walk in, the name of the game is to make all the Negs Poz. You can get fucked by 1 or all 6. It is not up to you. It is up to them. There also needs to be 6 bottoms who need to be Poz. It is not enough to need it, you have to be almost fated to be Poz. It is why this sometimes takes months to occur, sometimes up to 6 months. You never truly know who infects you. God knows what happens if you try to back out” a wry smile came over him” let’s just say you don’t leave without the Gift” “How do you know so much about it. Are you part of it?” I asked. “ I am on Meds, of course not “ he smiled at me “ “But before that “ I said. He just smiled “ It usually happens at a bathhouse. The room is booked , the bottoms arrive and then The Six. “I gulped, I could hardly breath. This could be all bullshit. But part of me knew it wasn’t. “ I am going to put your name forward.” He said.” You will get an email. It will be an email will have a subject line “ The Six” It will have a Respond/ Delete button. If you delete, you can never again be one of the sluts going to be pozzed by The Six. If you respond you agree to it all, no backing out at all. You will receive an email with time and place. No backout.” He smiled again. “This is you “ Here I was 4 months later in a dark room in a bathhouse with 4 other slut bottoms and another near hysterical bottom. “ I am out of here” he said” Sorry this was all a mistake “ He didn’t move though. “ No one is forcing you to stay ,there is the door, you can open it “ said the guy with the smile on his face. There was footsteps outside the door then it opened. Six guys came in , one after the other, all different. It was hard to make out the features because of the dark. A guy had “ The look” veins and what I imagined with a largish belly and a long dick. I licked my lips. A couple of the guys looked like they were maybe bottoms in normal sex but here they all were in front of us full of Poz venom, infected with life force. It was a beautiful sight, only ruined by the nervous nelly wandering around. “ I have to go sorry. I made a big mistake “ said nervous nelly. There was no answer. One of the six stepped up to nervous nelly put his hands on the bottoms shoulders and pushed him down to the top’s dick. Nervous nelly was confused and just opened his mouth and let the dick come in. He started sucking hard on the dick. The top fed him poppers. I always thought at this point there would be a little speech about a group of Poz guys infecting a group of Neg guys. No one moved to make a speech, but smiling bottom seeing nervous nelly sucking furiously on the popper fed cock took it upon himself to go up to the top I had been eyeing and grab his cock. With expert handling, while my jealousy started to rise, he guided the Poz Look guy expertly with his hands and within 10 seconds he was being ridden by Poz look guy hard. “ I want your Poz babies” smiling guy yelled. Meanwhile already nervous nelly was getting bred by Poz top. His smile said everything. Nervous Nelly was as happy as a pig in shit. I felt hands against me and I was pushed forward. I didn’t have time to think before I felt a sharp pain inside me that eased as I put poppers up to me. A voice next to my ear said.” Don’t worry mate. I saw you eyeing crix guy, my Viral Load is higher than his. You are bound to be toxic. By the time you have been ridden a couple of times you will be in the Club. Infection guaranteed. “I allowed my self to sniff heaven with poppers and looked around. Everyone was fucking. There were 12 people in the room. Interspersed with the moans were words you heard. “ Charge me “ “ I want to be Poz” “fucking infect me !!” “ these are the last seconds you will be a neg boy” Breed me, breed me!!” I want to be pregnant with Poz” this last comment was made by nervous nelly as Poz Top pushed into him. “Fuck take that Poz infected load “ he gasped My maker whispered into my ear. “Fuck I am going to breed that scared little slut with my Poz load, after I have finished infecting you.I can feel my PA scraping against your insides. You should be bleeding now and the infection should take . Fuck I am about to poison you.” I was shocked that I maybe bleeding. It scared me ,but I didn’t miss a beat. “Infect me. Make me yours. Make me Poz “ that was too much for him and he suddenly lurched into me.” Have my dirty seed slut” he whispered. He lay there for a moment, then slowly backed away, leaving me raw , bloody and full of Poz sperm. “ “You all leave here infected” he said as walked away. Before I had time to react, someone else entered me . “ Fuck blood and sperm “ you sure are going to pregnant with Poz by the time this is finished. I am a bottom” he said “I have only topped twice and that is to Poz sluts like you. You are the Second guy. The first one was that scared guy over there, but now I have built up some more Poz sperm , it is going to be you. Fuck I feel the need charge you. “I whimpered” “Please make me toxic”. “Bitch the PA bitch before you created the cake, I am just putting the icing on top. Take those babies slut.” It felt like hours I was there. It felt at least 4. There were moments where I needed to sit but felt torn and sore. The Six would Poz then rest, the come back for more. Crix guy bred me, but I felt like a whimpering mess. As he pushed his Poz cum in my ass I felt a tear in my eye. When it was all over I was sore and bloodied and two weeks later I came down with the tell tale flu. I received an email after I knew my results. The subject line was “ The Six” It had an accept and a decline on it. The accept said “ Be part of The Six for the next conversion. The decline was I was going on Meds. I accepted and smiled. I could now give what I received.

Scorpion man sighed happily and stood back, his glistening cock flopping out of Peter's arsehole along with a gush of cum. The older guy with the thinning hair raised his eyebrow questioningly at me and I smiled and nodded. "Knock him up," I whispered. Peter was still bent over a wash basin gasping from having been roughly fucked, and didn't resist as the man got behind him and slid his diseased cock up my friend. "Oh..oh...oh yeah!" Peter gasped, thrusting his arse up and back to meet the old guy's thrusts. The man raised his tee-shirt and looked down at his cock as he fucked, an evil grin on his face. The other two had dropped their pants and were wanking furiously. One was old, fat with a jolly face dripping with sweat. It seemed a shame to make them wait. I quickly dropped trousers and underwear and bent over next to Peter and offered my bottom to the old man who gratefully waddled behind me and slid his cock in. It was so slick with precum it didn't need any lube, and I relaxed into his thrusts. Peter looked at me beside him and smiled. I leant sideways and kissed him as we were bred, our bellies soon filled with old men's sperm. When All four had bred us, they quickly dressed and left us gasping and naked from the waist down over the wash-basins. I reached and fingered Peter's dripping hole and he did the same for mine, then we licked our fingers and shuddered with the filthiness of it. Then a voice said "What the hell's going on here?"....

While playing yes

I wear a yellow harness that is piss stained and reeks. Its the mark of a toilette pig and in the right setting guys seem to like knocking up such a bitch.

Part Two “I can’t believe this fucker would go suicide commando on his boyfriend after taking our strains” one person said. “Fuck yeah I did, he’s an uptight bitch when it comes to fucking” David said. The cock in my ass was pumping in and out at a steady pace, balls slapping my ass. My anger grew, but I didn’t want to reveal to David I was on the bench next to him taking toxic loads just like he was. “Fuck man, it’s hotter fucking your sloppy hole knowing you would stealth bomb your boyfriend’s ass later.” someone said. “What I am about to shoot up your hole will convert you and your boyfriend, no doubts” David was moaning harder as the cock in his ass quickened it’s rhythm of pumping his hole. The sound of flesh slapping against each other added to beat of the music playing in the back ground. The cock in me was pumping faster and harder, as it thickened. The balls were not moving as much and I knew I was about to get another load dumped into my hole. The man’s breathing was getting louder and faster, and without warning he slammed into me deep. HIs cock was jumping about in my ass, uncontrollably. I could feel the warmth of his load hitting my inner walls. He grunted and then pulled out. I felt a bit of cum run out, but was quickly scooped up by another cock head and pushed back into my hole. “Damn look at the wasting on the man fucking the cherry” someone said. “That’s the AIDS Angel” someone said. The cock slowly slid out of my hole until I felt it’s head pulling the inside of my hole outwards. It slowly slid back in. “I want that cock next” David yelled. “Don’t be greedy” someone said as the sound of flesh being slapped echoed in the rooms. David’s top was fucking his hole faster and faster. “Huff deep and squeeze my cock, you fucking necro slut!” I heard David inhale deep over and over. I mimicked his huffing until the rush was too much and I felt a bit sick. I squeezed my hole around the death stick sliding in and out. “Squeeze my rod so I can give you the gay cancer, faggot” David’s top yelled as he slapped his ass. I could hear the creaking of David’s bench as his top fucked him harder. “Fuck here it comes in your sloppy fuck hole” he yelled. David yelled as the man rammed is cock deep into his hole. “Take my fucking toxic seed, absorb my fucking death you no good cheating faggot” I closed my eyes, picturing the man’s piss slit open and his white seed of death shoot out, hitting David’s insides and starting to hiss and steam like acid to metal. “Oh fuck, oh fuck” the man yelled. “If that hole is getting the AIDS Angel, then you are the Grim Reaper” someone yelled. I huffed the poppers as I pictured the destruction of David, I saw his body melting away from the venom sting he just received. The cock in my hole, sped up sliding in and out quicker. I squeezed my hole more, then huffed more poppers from the clear tube. “Get another cock up my hole” David yelled, almost begging. The man fucking me had wrapped his hands around my nut sac and was gently squeezing it. I wanted to cry out “harder” but still wanted to keep it secret that it was me from David. My cock was slowly inching back to life, even though I had shot my load just minutes ago. The cock in me felt so good. “If it wasn’t for his cock, you’d think that hole was already dead” someone yelled “Still warm and fuckable” the AIDS Angel said. “Hell you would still fuck it if it was dead and cold” someone said. Peter grunted loudly and I knew someone had rammed a cock up his hole. I could hear his bench creaking again as the top pumped his cock into David’s hole and wondered if the bench broke under the fucking. I head a small creak to my right and a bit of light enter my room, but was quickly extinguished as the door closed. A hand soon covered my mouth and a hot breath heated my ear. I could smell the musk of a sweaty man next to me. “You weren’t the new meat were you?” I shook my head no. “The who the fuck are you” the voice said in my ear. I slowly turned my head and whispered in his ear “The boyfriend of the man in the next room” No more words were said, he just moved away and slowly went out of the room. I closed my eyes and huffed in deep, letting the rush carry me and my thoughts away. The cock was still pumping into my hole. The squeezing on my nut sac got tighter and tighter, sending a bit of pain cursing through my body, the poppers dulled it a bit, so I huffed more. “Fuckin’ gonna squeeze the last bit of neg juice out of these berries even if I have to crush time” my top said. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. My hips started to buck as causing my hard cock to bounce around hitting my crotch, the leather and the top’s hand. The only thing that stopped my hips bucking was a tongue that was licking about my hole from below. It was hitting my hole and the man’s cock as he pumped me. “Squeeze my nuts” the AIDS Angel said. “Oooooh yeah just like that, squeeze my fucking thick biohazard load into his ass” The hand was hitting the base of my ass, following the top’s thrusts in and out of my hole. I was fighting back the urge to yell out, begging for his AIDS charger. “Here it comes, dumping my AIDS in your cunt” he yelled. The man cheered and hollered. I felt his cock slam into me and his cum exploded out. He pulled out and slammed back in, repeating this over and over. “Fuck it feels good sharing death!” he said. “Fucking take his AIDS you lucky fucker” David yelled to me. My cock suddenly started to pulse and I started to shoot my load all over the place, until a mouth covered my cock and started to suck it out. I filled his mouth with my hot thick load. The cock pulled out of my ass as the mouth pulled off my cock. I heard something being spit out and hitting the floor. “Fuck, neg seed tastes like fucking spoiled milk” someone said. “Yeah, poisonous seed is so much better”

Sorry for the delay guys. I'll start on chapter 5 and post it ASAP. The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 4 As usual the phone rang at around 3 p.m. I didn’t even look at my cell phone screen or give my mom a chance to respond. “Hello mom. Yes, I’ll be there on time.” “I’m just checking.” “I know. I was expecting the call.” “Well, you don’t have to be rude about it.” “I’m not mom. I just knew you would be calling.” “Well, I’m glad you will be making it on time. You know how your father likes to have dinner on time.” “Yes, I know mom. I’ll be there.” “I know you don’t like when I ask this,” (Here it comes….. my mom’s opinions), “and I don’t want to pester, but your Aunt Ester and I have been wondering if you found a nice church yet.” (Thinking to myself) Well, I tricked with a priest in the rectory at St. Sebastian’s once. “No, I’m still looking, mom.” “Now whatever church you choose is really up to you, but remember, you were brought up Lutheran, and even though we weren’t fond of those Catholics, Aunt Ester became one…..well she married into it, dear, but Aunt Ester thinks you’re old enough to be safe around those priests now. So if you’re meant to be a Catholic, then so be it, but don’t be putting your fingers in that holy water, that’s so unsanitary.” “No, Mom, I wouldn’t think of putting my fingers anywhere that wasn’t sanitary.” (Thinking to myself) Unless my tongue checked it out first. “You remember Betty across the street don’t you, Isaac? You know the one with the ugly pansies in front of her house? I’m talking about flowers, dear.” “Yeah, mom.” “She told me today that her son is getting a bunch of tattoos. Betty was shocked to say the least. I don’t understand why he would want to do that.” “Well, it is his body, mom.” “Yes, but…..what do you mean It’s his body? You’re not thinking about getting any of them are you?” “No, mom, I’m not THINKING about getting any tattoos.” “Good because if God wanted you to have tattoos you would have been born that way.” “Oh, so it was divine intervention that you were born with pierced ears, mom?” “That’s different and you know it.” “How is that different, mom?” “Tattoos are defiling your temple, but earrings are just….. just a little bling.” “I’m sure God sees it that way.” “Don’t get smart with me, Isaac.” “I’ll see you tonight, mom.” My mom was going to find out about my tattoo sooner or later. Might as well be sooner and get it over with so I wore a short sleeve shirt to my parent’s house for dinner. I pulled up in front of their house and parked on the street. I started to walk toward the front door and saw my dad standing in the front window. “Walter, get the baseball bat!!! There’s a thug coming up the driveway.” Looking out the front window Walter said, “That’s Isaac’s car out front.” “Oh my God, the thugs got Isaac. Call 911!!” I opened the front door, “Hi mom. Hi dad.” “Oh for heaven’s sake, Isaac, get in here and shut the door before Betty sees you.” “It’s nice to see you too, mom.” “What is that on your arm? And what happened to your hair?” Sarcastically, “What?! You don’t like my new look?” “Well, your hair can grow back, but……but…..you told me you weren’t thinking about getting one of THEM.” “I’m not THINKING about it. I already got it.” “I suppose you think that’s funny.” “Not at all, mom. I happen to like tattoos a lot.” “Well, your father hates it.” Speaking quietly in the background, Walter said, “Actually I kind of like it.” I smirked a little. “You see, he hates it.” “Mom, I’m still the same Isaac as I was before. Actually I’m MORE myself now.” “Well, I don’t have to like it.” “No you don’t, mom, but it’s for me, not you.” During dinner my mom kept looking at me. I could tell she wanted to say something and it was only a matter of time before she couldn’t keep it in any longer. “Please tell me you’re not joining a biker gang or doing drugs, Isaac.” I chuckled, “No, mom, I’m not doing drugs or joining a gang of bikers. Dinner is good, by the way.” My dad added, “I happen to like your tattoo, Isaac. It looks well done.” My mom chimed in, “Walter!!” “Whhhhhaaaat? It looks good.” “Thanks, dad.” My mom changed the subject, “Are you seeing anyone, Isaac?” “I’ve been on a couple dates.” “You know you can bring your guy friend home.” “You mean my boyfriend.” “Well, I don’t know what to call him.” “It’s no different because I’m gay, mom. He’s by boyfriend.” “Well, your boyfriend is welcome here.” “I know. We’re not at that point, mom.” After dinner, while my mom was in the kitchen, my dad hugged me. “Don’t listen to your mom. She means well, but….. You look good, son.” “Thanks, dad.” “Take care. See you soon. I love you, Isaac.” “Yeah, I love you too. Bye, dad.” My mom hugged me goodbye and whispered in my ear, “No more tattoos.” I whispered in her ear, “It’s my body, mom. I happen to like them.” “You’re mutilating your body.” “To you I am. It’s art, mom.” “Art shmart.” “I love you too mom.” “Just take care of yourself, Isaac.” She kissed me on the cheek. “I am mom.” (If she only knew I was also chasing poz seed). “I love you, Isaac. I just want you to be happy.” “What makes you think I’m not happy?” “Nothing.” “Well then……” “I just worry about you. I’m allowed, you know.” “I’m fine mom. I’ll talk to you later.” “Bye. Call me when you get home so I know you made it alright.” “Ok. Thanks for dinner. See you later.” As much as I love my parents, I was happy to be heading home. My mom can be a bit exhausting at times, and tonight’s dinner was about as relaxing as having a root canal. When I got home I called to let my mom know I was home. I flopped onto my bed, let out a deep sigh of relief, and drifted off to sleep curled up with my pillow. Zak and I talked during the week. His laughter at the details of my event-filled evening at my parent’s brought a little too much pleasure to his world. I had to chuckle a bit, though. He did not have the pleasure of meeting my mom…….YET. If our relationship continued to progress he would experience her bubbly personality firsthand. He suggested I grow my beard long, tattoo my neck and head, and pierce my septum, then invite my mom’s neighbor, Betty and her son, to my mom’s house for lunch together. I could see from his response that Zak may enjoy goading my mom relentlessly. I invited Zak to spend the weekend with me in Milwaukee and sweetened the bait by telling him we could initiate my house with some poz breeding. He took the bait and immediately cleared his schedule for the weekend. I was excited to have him coming to Milwaukee to spend time together. By Thursday I couldn’t keep my hands out of my pants, but for all the wrong reasons. My pubic hair was growing back and my crotch was itchy as hell. I tried to look like I didn’t have crabs or something while at work, but every step I took just made me want to tear my pants off and scratch like a dog covered with fleas. I never shaved my pubic hair off before our play last weekend, and as erotic as it was having Zak take a razor to “the playground” I vowed I would never do that again. I prefer pubic hair and body hair anyway. I had no choice but to tough it out. Zak had tattoo appointments Friday night so he drove up early Saturday morning. I took him to an early lunch at my favorite restaurant in the Third Ward. We arrived early, so it was still quiet before the lunch hour crowd flooded in. Our waiter was extremely handsome with dark hair pulled into a pony tail, a neatly trimmed thick beard, tattoos covering his right arm, and a beautiful, round, fuckable ass. “Hi, I’m Jonathan. I’ll be taking care of you today.” (I thought to myself) Yeah, I’d like to be taking care of you too. Zak said, “Hi Jonathan.” I added, “I don’t remember seeing you here, and I come here fairly often.” “I’m pretty new. I just moved here about a month ago.” Zak joined in, “Oh, where abouts are you from?” “I’m from Palm Springs.” “Ouch, you moved from California to Milwaukee?” “I know, I loved Palm Springs, but I have family here.” (Again thinking to myself) That you do, and we’re sitting right in front of you. “So, can I interest either of you in a cocktail to start?” Before we could respond, Jonathan dropped his pen on the floor. I reached to pick it up at the same time he bent down and our hands met at his pen. He brushed his hand lightly against mine and oh so intentionally. My gaydar was dinging “off the chart,” and my cock was half boned in a flash. I picked up his pen and handed it to him. Jonathan looked into my eyes as he stood up, gave me a smile and wink, “Thanks a lot.” With a grin on my face, “You’re welcome.” “Uh, oh yes, cocktails?” Zak ordered a bloody mary, and I got a martini. We skimmed the menu, and the waiter shuffled off toward the bar. “Did you see what just happened?” “How could I not? That boy is family, and hot looking family at that.” “He boned up my cock that’s for sure.” “Bet you’d like to poz his ass. I bet my virus is already taking over your body as we speak. You’re probably already poz with a growing viral load. Your body just hasn’t reacted yet.” Jonathan returned a few minutes later with our drinks. “Are you ready to order, or do you need a few minutes?” Zak said, “Sorry, we were chatting not looking at the menu. I’ll shut up and focus on the menu. I need a just few more minutes, please.” “Ok, I’ll step into the men’s room for a second and be back in a bit.” Jonathan glanced over at me, before turning and disappearing down the hall toward the bathroom. “Well, what the hell are you waiting for, Zeek? Get your ass in there.” I strolled over to the men’s room and as I walked in Jonathan glanced over his shoulder at me. He was standing at the urinal with his legs slightly spread. I took the urinal next to him and didn’t say a word. He was stroking his hard shaft and looking at his cock. He didn’t flinch as my hand slowly passed into his line of vision and grasped his boned up meat. His cock throbbed in my grip, and he let out a quiet moan. I stroked his cock and led him by his hard pole into the bathroom stall and closed the door. Our lips were locked in a flash. Jonathan unzipped my jeans and pulled out my hard cock. He said, “We don’t have much time.” “Then we better get to it.” I dropped Jonathan’s pants to the floor. I grasped his ass and massaged his man cave as I turned him around. My cock found his ass crack and I pressed my shaft against his hole. “I want to fuck you.” “If you can make it quick, go for it.” I gave him no time to bring up a discussion about condoms. I bent him in over, spit in my hand and lubed up my cock then pressed my shaft head to his cunt. Jonathan spread his legs and arched his back into my hard tool. With a little force I shoved the head inside. Jonathan flinched and his ass tightened around the head of my dick. Thinking my fast entry was painful I held my cock still. With one quick thrust, he shoved my cock deep into his ass. A gasp escaped from Jonathan’s mouth. He reached behind me and grasped my ass, holding me tight against his cheeks. After taking a few deep breaths he released his grip on my ass. “Fuck me, man. Give me that cum.” “Fuck yes. I’ll load you up.” I began to thrust into him, first slowly, then hard and fast, burying my meat all the way into his gut. Knowing someone could walk in at any minute I held nothing back. There was no verbal talk, no kissing, no massaging or caressing, just all out hard fucking. I grabbed his hips and drove my tool into his hole over and over. The thought of filling his ass with what I hoped was a potent dose of charged seed brought me to the edge in no time. My cock stiffened and swelled even more. I gave him no warning as my shaft began to throb and pulse. A huge load of cum shot from my cock in rapid succession, coating his guts with my DNA. I pulled my cock from Jonathan’s ass, tucked it into my pants and zipped up my jeans. He stood up and planted a big kiss on my lips. Jonathan’s rod remained rock hard, standing at attention with precum leaking from his piss hole. He stroked his shaft a few times then stuffed his stiff rod into his pants and zipped up. “Thanks, man….that was fucking hot.” “Sorry it had to be so fast, but I loved it.” We kissed one more time then I slipped out the bathroom door. Zak glanced at me over his menu as I approached our table then stared at me after I took my seat. “Well?” I just grinned and gave him a few slow nods of yes. He smiled back at me then we both continued to browse the menu. Jonathan returned from the bathroom with a professional posture. Except for the slight bulge remaining in his jeans from his still half erect cock, he was put together neatly. “See anything you would like on the menu?” Zak couldn’t resist, “From the silly grin on my boyfriend’s face I would have to say yes.” Jonathan immediately made eye contact with Zak. Zak winked and smiled at our waiter then gave him a lusty once over with his eyes, “I’ll have what he just had with a bacon burger on the side.” Jonathan chuckled and blushed a little. Now turning slightly toward me, “And you sir?” “I guess I had my dessert before lunch, didn’t I? But, I’ll have the mushroom burger and fries.” Jonathan smiled and collected the menus, “Thank you guys. I’ll get that right in.” (Thinking to myself as I glanced at Jonathan’s ass) Think I just did that, man. “No…..Thank YOU, Jonathan.” He didn’t know just how much I meant that, but maybe he would find out in a month or so. While chowing down on our burgers Zak wanted details. I shared that Jonathan never inquired about my status and there was no discussion about condoms. “He has no idea that you’ve been taking poz cum?” “Nope, not a clue.” By the time I reached the part about me filling Jonathan’s ass with my seed, Zak had a raging hard on. “Fuck, you have me so turned on, Zeek. I want to fuck your ass so bad.” Our lunch continued with plenty of flirtatious fun with Jonathan. After finishing our meal he returned again, “Can I get you anything else, guys?” Zak suggested, “Like coffee, tea, or me? Because I’ll take the ‘ ME’ part to go.” Jonathan and I chuckled, “You guys are fun to wait on. Please do cum again.” I added, “Oh, we’ll definitely cum again.” He placed the bill in the center of the table with a brief note with his phone number, “Call me anytime for the ‘ME part to go’ guys…..thanks again for EVERYTHING.” He got a good tip. While driving back to my house Zak was still turned on by our erotic lunch. He whipped his rock hard cock out and stroked his meat. I reached over and wrapped my hand around his shaft. His rod stiffened and throbbed as I stroked his cock. I knew what was ahead for my ass and the thought of that gave me a raging hard on.