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Part 4 Rick undid the straps, and guided me over to a soft-looking couch I had not previously noticed. He put down a dog training pad on the seat, and said, “Kneel on it.” I climbed on to the couch with a wobble, still not fully balancing after he inflicted such torture on my hole. Rick got the lube bottle from the sling, slicked himself up, but gave none to me. I looked at him quizzically. “No lube?” “Nope. Your blood will provide all the lube you need.” I dropped my head as I positioned my ass in the air. Whatever happened next, there was no going back. I wanted to tell him to stop, that I can’t continue because of the bleeding. Blood play isn’t my thing at all. As he climbed on the couch and positioned himself behind me, I let out a small whimper. “This is it,” I thought. “I brought this on myself. But it feels so right...!” This time, Rick’s cock caressed my hole. He let out a soft gasp as he entered me. The lube was nice and cool, but alternated between pain and pleasure. Rick took his time now, and fucked me in a way that suggested he wanted me to feel every second of this. But it didn’t last. The angle was no good, and he kept sliding back off the couch on his left foot. Rick pulled out and stood up to full height. “Flip over,” he ordered. I complied, happy to be back on my back and off my elbows. I raised my legs and pointed the toes at Jebus. Rick got on the couch again, and returned to fucking me. “This hole’s great,” he said. “Good hole… good hole… good hole… good POZ hole…” He was almost in a trance. The instinct to breed and destroy had fully taken over. I couldn’t see his eyes clearly, but I could certainly see his face. It was suddenly angelic - calm, peaceful, relaxed. “This is his natural environment,” thought I. “He’s doing it, and it feels amazing.” I was suddenly in heaven, and forgot to worry about my bleeding rectum. His cock was stopping the bloodflow, maybe? I like to imagine that it was. Rick continued to plow, and then his body felt really hot against mine. I saw his otherwise shapeless physique go tense, and he dropped a bead of sweat on me. His features finally came into full view as he suddenly pitched the head downwards to look me square in the face. “This is it,” he groaned. “Breathe your last as a neg man, Steve. You ready for it?” I gave a dramatic pause. “Yes. Do it,” I fearlessly answered. Rick’s motions increased, his physical power overwhelming me, his rhythms gaining speed. He was drilling me HARD, and pain was becoming the dominant feature of our fucking. His cock rammed in and out of my hole in a blink. He would fully withdraw, then slam back in. Withdrew again, and re-enter with force. My balls began to ache from all the tension and physical assault. And within a few seconds, his torso lurched up toward the ceiling head first as he let out a primal scream of uncharacteristic fury. The deed was done, and his potentially charged swimmers were moving to a new location in my red district. I suddenly envisioned a cartoony image of toxic sperm shooting down a bright red shaft and making a right turn at the gash created by the metallic condom, and it made me chuckle. As Rick’s thrusts slowed to stillness, he asked, “What’s so funny? Hardly a time to be laughing.” I inhaled deeply, and let out a loud sigh of relief. “It was nothing,” I lied. “I just… can’t believe I did that.” He tried to stand up, and nearly fell. “What do you mean ‘what YOU just did’? I think I deserve an honourable mention,” he said jokingly. “Right, sorry,” I quickly answered. “What WE just did. That was incredible.” I decided that the cruel condom didn’t matter, and didn’t even acknowledge it. I wanted to bask in the moment, and consider this crossed off my Fuckit List. So I put my legs down to rest, and just lay there in all our natural juices. Rick let me remain, and went back to the ashtray. He found our cigars had put themselves out, but were not fully smoked, so he relit them. Brought mine back to me for a post-coital smoke. He motioned for me to sit up so he could join me on the couch. I did so. Neither of us spoke, and he just held me in his arms. The post-pozzing bliss was welcoming, and I noticed for the first time how silent the room was. All I could really hear was his breathing, mine, and the occasional sizzle of burning tobacco. As I came down from the high, Rick finally broke the silence. “Steve.” I turned my head toward him as much as my neck would allow. “Yeah?” He hesitated before continuing. “Welcome to the club.” I fully turned myself on the couch to look fully at him. “Club?” I enquired. “Yep,” he said, voice as colourless as glass. “This is what you wanted. And now you’re going to be poz. For real.” I wanted to be horrified, angry, frightened. He deviated from the script completely, and the thought crossed my mind to stick my lighted cigar right in his eye socket. But I felt that wouldn’t do justice to what I was feeling. But exactly WHAT was I feeling? Pride? Horny? Accomplished? Violated? Yes, all four. But three of the four were positive feelings, so I did not respond in hostility. I went for a neutral reaction. “That wasn’t what I asked you to do,” I said in an even tone. “Sure, the sex was great, though the condom surprised me, but this was supposed to be a fake conversion. To see if I could go through with the real thing.” Rick’s facial expression didn’t change. He looked at me stoically and said, “You just did. And how did that make you feel?” I considered it. “Empowered. Bold. Turned on as hell!” He sucked hard on his stogie, and inhaled deeply, saying nothing. Instead of exhaling the smoke, he grabbed my face and shotgunned it into me with a kiss. “Then you were ready.” His breath was hot and dry, and my own cock reawakened at this. I realized I hadn't got off myself, no last neg load, but... maybe I didn't need it? His tone went lower, and he continued, “But if you decide that you’re NOT, you can go to the clinic in the next couple days, and reverse it.” He leaned back on the couch, and propped his left leg upon his right knee. “But I don’t think you will.” Another draw on the cigar. He was serious. He actually came off his meds to poz me. In total conflict with his message for his leather title, he went against his public standards and spread the bug just because his friend asked him to. So I brought it up. “What about your platform? That speech you recited at Mr World Leather about protecting others from the bug?” He practically dismissed the question, saying, “Well, nobody’s perfect.” His hypocrisy actually didn’t bother me. I had what I wanted, and he obliged. He committed fully to the part, and while it wasn’t precisely what I envisioned, the overall result was better and more fun. Better him than some random bathhouse fuck, and that massive dick made it worth it. Another guy might not have been so kind to me, or put in as much variety. And now I knew I could handle it. “You did really well. And I’ll be here if you need help through the conversion,” he said. “But for now, let’s get you cleaned up.” He stubbed out the cigar; I did likewise. We rose from the couch, and he guided me upstairs carefully, completely forgetting our clothes. Rick and I climbed the stairs and went into his bathroom. The place was spotlessly white. I wish I could say the same for my ruined butthole. “Stand in the tub and face the back wall,” he said kindly. I did as requested, and placed my hands on the wall for support. “You’re not going to start rimming me, are you?” Didn’t want this dude felching out the load or drinking my blood. That would be too much. “Naw, we’re just gonna have a look at your gape,” he said, getting down to his knees to see. He probed gently with a finger, and silently inspected. “Yep, it’s in there, all right,” he finally announced. “And it looks like the bleeding stopped.” I turned round to face him. “The tear is actually very small.” He put both his hands on my shoulders, and faced me head on. I dropped my head and gaze in submission. “Look at me, Steve.” I raised my head and suddenly felt shame. “Are you okay?” I blinked once, maybe twice. “Yeah, I will be.” He looked satisfied. “Okay. But remember -- you asked for it!!”

I I had just turned 21 when I received a link from a friend of mine to join a community. The name of the site intrigued me very much precisely because I am a fan of BSDM games and master-slave roles. I signed up as a regular user and filled out all the forms. After a couple of days I received a message from a man, his online profile was very interesting 35 years old, tall, beautiful body and with very similar interests, fortunately not far from my house, just 40 minutes by car. We wrote to each other for a while and then we finally organized the first appointment. He presented himself very well, young and clean-faced. He told me that he was a medical manager of the private laboratory of infectious diseases and that in the last period they were doing many tests for medical experimentation. I immediately thought that he must be really smart and capable to play such a role. We went out a few more times before going to bed. Sex with him was very exciting and very passionate. Then one day, at the end of the appointment before returning home, he asked me and I wanted to become his private and exclusive slave, he gave me a day to think about it but in the end I accepted. He asked me to go to a hospital to get a full test for all infectious sexual diseases. The following appointment asked me to find us at an abandoned house outside the city and to bring with me the test results which obviously had given completely negative results on everything. As I went to the appointment, I wondered why he wanted to know all those things about my health status. When we saw this house in front of us, we moved the table that covered the door and entered. The place had been abandoned for a couple of years, but I saw that one door was completely new and locked with a padlock. He took the key and opened the door. The room was very simple, there was an iron bed with a mattress, a small wardrobe, a table and a couple of chairs. We sat down and took a small file of papers out of our backpack and told me to read them before signing them. It was a bondage contract and as I read it I started getting aroused. Then I got to point 13 and saw that it was written in a bolder font "13. The slave will accept without any second thoughts the high risk of multiple infections, even if these may irreversibly compromise his current state of health. " By the time I got to the end of my contract my cock was getting really hard. I started filling in the blanks and after a first hesitation, I finally decided to sign it. He smiled, took the papers, signed them and put them back in the backpack. Then he asked me how soon I was willing to start, I replied, “I'm ready even now”. He asks me to undress and lie down on the bed. In the meantime he had taken the other key and opened the iron door that was in the corner. He took out some instruments and put them on the table, then took out his backpack and took out two closed test tubes. He asked me which one I wanted to choose between: test tube no. 1 or test tube no. 2 or both. I was too excited and so I decided for both of them, he replied "excellent choice, now take this pill which is used to neutralize the acidity of your stomach, otherwise the effect will be lost". He gave me a large orange pill and I swallowed it. Then he took test tube number two and asked me to swallow it, I followed his orders. Then he asked me to turn around and relax my little hole. Then I went to test tube number one into a large needle-less syringe and pushed all the solution into my little hole. I looked at him and asked him what they were about. He took the diary inside the closet, opened a page and wrote my name on it and said "I just used your body to inoculate two cultures of Coxsackie virus A and one of Chlamydia. The tubes contain a very very large number of viruses so we don't need to wait long to see the effects " Immediately he felt dizzy and I could not control the erection of my cock, he smiled and said "I guess you like it". I asked what I should do and he told me to do absolutely nothing and that we would see each other in 5 days. On the way home I couldn't think of anything else. That night, I fell asleep right away, but the next morning ...

Well my caught my brother cursing the park LOL he is still locked up in chastity and off PrEP. I hope he does not get pregnant but it’s his life.

Not really a fan of the term "cunt" or "pussy". If I'm in the mood for pussy, I get a woman. Sloppy cunts don't do it for me. When I'm fucking men, I want manliness. That's why I usually say something along the lines of "I want to impregnate your ass" (sounds better in german). And yes I know, ass technically refers to a muscle. But that's what I like to feel: a man's muscular ass massaging my dick in his rectum.

Kenny#5 I was so thirsty that I grabbed a glass and began chugging my drink. It tasted like Vodka and Gatorade. Javier said since I finished my drink first I could have the first toke of his pipe. Luis said something to Javier in spanish and Javier told me to fuck Luis. Luis wanted my seed. I thought kinda fuzzily as I entered Luis hole that seed was a funny way to describe cum. As I was sliding in and out Javier put the pipe to my lips and said, "suck on that glass dick baby, draw it deep into your chest" Moreno began pinching my nipples and nibbling them as Kenny wriggled under Luis and pulled my balls down into his mouth as I was moving in and out of Luis ass. It was exquisite, pain, pleasure and ohhhhh as I held the smoke and it began to exit my nose and mouth.....I felt SOOOOO GOOOOD. Like superman. I felt lie I could fuck for a year. My senses went on overdrive as they all pulled and pinched and Moreno slid into my hole. I felt as if I was watching myself from above and loving being loved that way. I looked into Javiers eyes as my body floated on a sea of pleasure. He smiled and patted my head and said, "Yes baby, I'm going to make you feel this good from now on. You love dick my sexy boy" and he fired up his glass pipe and put it between my lips and whispered "suck it in faggot, take big drag and hold it for Javier". I held it and held it and as the power rose within me....I bucked and fucked and bellowed as my cock erupted in Luis and Moreno erupted in me....and I floated above the sexy scene and floated away on a cloud of pleasure.

This is part 1 of a fictional story. It's fairly raunchy and filthy so read the tags before proceeding. Subsequent parts will be based on reader's desires so feel free to leave comments, feedbacks and your most twisted kinks that you want to read going forward in this story. Today marks three years since my life changed for the better. When you read my story going forward, you might argue if I'm truly better off. It would be a valid argument except what you wouldn't understand is that, secretly, this is exactly what I had wanted all my life and more. But I'm getting ahead of myself. August 2017 (3 years ago) My life was awesome. Back then, I was Ian Connelly, the successful CMO of one of the largest consulting firms in the world. At 35, I was rich, successful and the poster boy for American capitalism. I had played by the rules, worked my ass off and had achieved everything I had set out to do. People loved me, they wanted to be with me, they wanted to be me, they looked up to me and craved my company in their life. The other advantage of success was the constant availability of sex. Women, men, trans, queer- whatever I was in the mood for, a few phone calls and I could have someone delivered to my door. I could do what I want with little accountability and by god, did I love it. And yet, I wasn't truly happy. There was something I wanted but I was too afraid to seek it. Afraid of opening that door and stepping into a life I so desperately craved, and yet terrified of. I wanted to be pozzed. I wanted to be a slave. I wanted to be a poz slave. It had been a fantasy since my undergrad days. A desire that had translated to hours on the internet seeking porn and discussions that scratched that itch. And over the years, that fantasy got darker and more fucked up. I wanted to be pozzed by an ugly beast. A man far removed from society's notion of acceptable behavior who would take me in his arms and give me a place to kneel next to his feet. A man so disgusting, that the idea of him would make people shudder in disgust. His audacity for filth would be a natural barrier to any person and yet, he would do nothing to change the way he was. Just picturing someone like him would make my dick throb. That fantasy got worse over the years and it delved deeper into some very fucked up desires. I wanted to be blackmailed into getting pozzed. Blackmailed by such a man to be pozzed by him and be his slave or be outed as a closeted, repressed bug chaser sub. It was just a fantasy. Until it wasn't anymore. -- I had been browsing the internet for some pozzing videos in one of the popular HIV forums. My desires were clearly stated in my profile but despite countless messages from many guys over the years, I had never acted on them. I had fun chatting with guys, telling them what I wanted while I jerked off and blew my load. When I saw a message from a new user called 'Pig-Farmer', I figured it would be a fun way to get off. We exchanged pleasantries and a few body pics. His user name was apt because the man looked like a pig. I didn't see his face but he was clearly big, burly and hairy. Piercings and tattoos adorned his hairy body but what really piqued my interest was the scorpion tattoo on his neck and the biohazard symbol above his groin. I sent him photos of my naked muscled fuzzy front and back, with a clear shot of my parted ass cheeks and visible hole. He responded with a photo of his dick. Actually, it wasn't a dick. It was a weapon of mass destruction. Not very long (about 7-7.5 inches but wider than a beer can. Dark veins covered the length of his manhood and it all ended at a dark pink head with a frenum, ampallang, lorum and a PA (I know all about cock piercings). The sight of his cock made my mouth water and my ass throb. Then he sent me a pic of his ass and it made me lose my mind. It wasn't just that he had a furry, big ass (which he most certainly did), but it looked dirty. The sight of it, while revolting to most, made me swoon. Picturing myself between them, my tongue lapping at that disgusting beautiful hole was all I wanted and I wanted it bad. We exchanged a bunch of messages after that and I got the sense he didn't have this happen to him often when someone would seek his company despite seeing him in all his glory. He wasn't very chatty but he was unapologetically filthy. This was the start of a beautiful online friendship that lasted for two months. He would send me pics of his dirty cock, all slimy and cheesy, that would make my cock harden and ooze. In exchange, I would send him pics of my bubble butt. Sometimes, I'd be at work when he'd tell me to send him pics so I'd take off my trousers and send him ass pics, wearing business formals on top and showing off my hole. Eventually, I sent him pics of my face. He never asked for them but during the time I had been talking to him, a connection had been established. I trusted him but most importantly, I wanted him to know who I was. He never showed me his face and I didn't ask for it. Somehow, it made it hotter knowing that he could put up my pics online and I'd have no way of stopping him. After two months of regular conversations, he finally proposed a meeting. He sent me an address about an hour's drive away, far outside city limits and asked me to meet him there three days later. At first, I was scared. As long as it was online, there was an element of control but was I ready to meet someone knowing where it would end? I knew this was my only chance, to have what I had always wanted but I was nevertheless scared shitless. The thought kept bothering me until the day of our proposed meet. Yet, as scared as I was, I decided to go. The address was in a very isolated area. An abandoned factory was the only place around for miles and it seemed I was supposed to go inside. I walked up to the front door and tried to open it but it was locked. Confused, I was about to step out when the door opened and out stepped a big burly bouncer. "The fuck do you want?", he grumbled with a snarl. I was at a loss of words. What was this place and why was I told to come here? Where was my online friend? Did he prank me? Thoughts like these raced through my mind as I scrambled for words. Defeated, I turned around to leave when suddenly "Yo, come in. I know why you're here", the bouncer said. I was confused by his attitude but I decided to go inside. Once in, the door closed behind me and I found myself in a corridor. The bouncer asked me to follow him and we walked through the corridor until we came upon a large door. "Step in", he said pulling the huge door open. Inside, I found myself in a pub of some kind. Men of all kinds and ages were in there, drinking, conversing and enjoying themselves. I saw two guys drinking and chatting while rubbing each other's cock through the fabric of their pants. A rather large man was being aggressively kissed by a muscular dude who was squeezing the big man's hefty chub. A skinny dude was getting his nipples twisted by a silver fox, while getting his dick rubbed by another gentleman. I made my way towards the bar and ordered a beer. My friend was nowhere to be seen and I had zero clue as to why I was here. I downed my beer pretty quickly and ordered another, waiting for him to show up. Eventually, I realized I had been stood up and decided to call it a night. Suddenly, I felt my nipples being grabbed and twisted hard, making me moan. I felt a man's weight against my back with the smell of booze and man musk violating my nasal senses, while his hands worked my nipples. "I am glad you came boy." It was him! I tried turning around but he put more weight against me, preventing me from turning. I'm a strong guy, with years of weight training under my belt but this man was stronger, much stronger. "Just relax baby. Let me work those pig tits and you finish that beer." His words were like an aphrodisiac that calmed me down. I had a slight buzz going too, which might have helped in making me more suggestible and docile but I adhered to his words and kept sipping my drink while he played with my nipples. "You're hot, boy. Daddy's gonna like turning a hot guy into a real pig." His words went straight to my cock which started chubbing up quickly. He noticed it as one of his hands slipped down my body and rubbed my cock through my jeans. "Yeah, that's a nice cock. Looks like you're liking daddy's attention." "Fuck yeah daddy, feels so good." "Finish your drink and pay up. We are leaving boy," he said while withdrawing his hands from my nipples and cock. I downed my beer in one go and pulled up some cash when daddy stopped me. "No cash boy. Pay him with a card, Apple Pay or any other traceable shit like that." As weird as that instruction was, I did what he told me to. I pulled up my credit card and paid my tab. "Good boy. We are leaving now," he barked. He didn't wait for my answer as he walked towards the entrance door. I was frozen in place. The situation, as hot it was, was making me apprehensive. If I went with him, I was opening myself to something there was no coming back from. It was hot and part of me wanted it really bad but my conscious mind reigned supreme. I decided to slip out quietly without him noticing, saving myself from the situation I had put myself in. I waited for a few mins before slipping out. He was nowhere to be seen and I made a dash for my car. I had parked a little way off the road, away from anyone's sight, which gave me an advantage. Or, so I thought. "Going somewhere?" his voice boomed in the silent night, just as I was about to open the door to my car. "Mmm yeah, look, I gotta run. Something's come up at work," I stammered and opened the door of my car. "You sure boy?" his voice dropped a few octaves, turning into a slight whisper, as he started walking towards me. I was still facing my car when I felt him behind me. I was about to turn when I felt the sharp prick of something against my spine. It was a knife. The man had a knife to my back! My legs were shaking, I was sweating and breathing deep slow breaths, trying to stay calm. He stayed frozen too, his knife resting against my back, as the strong musky smell wafting off of him turned me on ever so slightly. Here I was, in a perpetual life and death situation, sporting a partial. At that moment, I felt truly fucked up as waves of both horniness and fear raced through my body. "Here's what's gonna happen boy. You are gonna leave your car here and you are going to come with me. Understood?" "Yes." I felt the knife pressing against my back harder as he leaned in closer to my ear. "Yes what boy?" "Yes...Yes sir." "Try again boy" "Yes..Daddy" "That's right boy. You're gonna love what Daddy has planned for you. All the fucked up shit you're too pussy to do by yourself, Daddy's gonna make you do it boy." He pulled the knife off my back and my body relaxed. I let out a deep breath to release my anxiety when I felt him push me against my car and push his weight against my back. "You don't have a choice anymore boy. If you think about leaving, you should know that this place is a known private club for poz men to meet. You used your card here, think what would happen if people found out." He pushed his crotch against my ass, letting it rest against my cheeks before continuing. "Besides, you wouldn't want Daddy to send all the naughty pics and texts to your contact now would you? What would they think of Ian, the closeted neg bug chasing pig trolling for poz dad dick on the internet." Hearing him blackmail me and use my fear against me made my cock throb and my body experienced a wave of pleasure that made me buckle. He put his arms around my front and held me steady, kissing my neck as he let me steady myself. "Relax boy, Daddy knows what you need piglet. You don't have to be scared of Daddy anymore because Daddy knows who you really are. What you really are." That's when I felt the sudden spurt of wetness expanding in the crotch area of my jeans. I had cum hands free, hard. Most importantly, I needed to do this. I was going to do this. I had no choice. --

I've decided something for myself. I'm going to stay neg as long as possible while building my new life. If I still want to charge up in 5 years (which will give me ample time to build that life), then I will become active in pursuit. Looking back over my life, the interest has popped up periodically and dropped off for long stretches. This current spot is the longest it's gone on, but who can say it will be maintained? I know some of you will be disappointed. But I'm doing what is right for me, and when I'm ready in other places, then it will happen. If it happens prior to the 5 years being up, then it happens and I deal with it. For now, that's the goal and I feel good about that.

I finally got to Hampstead Heath last weekend, It was everything I'd hoped! I'd been working in London, staying in a Holiday Inn. I couldn't arrange anything there because they insisted on taking the temp of every one going in. I didn't finish work until past 7 on Friday night (bloody job that turned out more complex) so went to eat and then was feeling horny. So thought I'd go to take a look on Hampstead Heath, I'd never been before. It was getting dusk by the time I got there but I could still see some. It seemed pretty quiet until I ventured into the trees and realised there were quite a few guys there already. After few mins I came across three guys fucking a guy who was standing against a tree, then I found a clearing with prob 8 or 9 guys, a few fucking, others watching. I went across to watch. As soon as I got there a guy knelt in front of me. I only had shorts, tee shirt and trainers on, it was a really hot night. He pulled my shorts down and started to suck me. Seconds later a finger was in my hole, I'd lubed with Ky and a dollop of vaseline to stop it drying out before I got there. I was pushed over, my hands found the tree, a meaty cock head probed my arse crack, couldn't find my opening. I reached behind to pull it to my hole. He shoves, my arse bursts with pain. Fuck, hold on I cry. He ignores me, head followed by shaft drives deeper into me. No talk, no condom. I manage to open my poppers, sniff deeply. His fucking is savage, the pain fades as the poppers kick in and his cock massages my prostate. Its so hot and humid, I pull my tee off, I'm sweating as I take this strangers cock raw in my arse. Minutes later he rams deep, grunting as he cums in my bowels. I lay forward, shocked I guess at the speed of it all. The clearing seems to have filled with guys. Hands grab my hips and pull me up, another cock seeks my hole, i feel his jeans zip against me when he bottoms out, he lasts maybe a minute before a feel a rush inside me, cum dribbles down my balls when he pulls out. I shuffle to the tree, kicking my shorts off and grabbing them with my tee as I lie forward and rest my chest on the tree. What a slut I think to myself as cock no. 3 drives into me, I can't believe I'm offering my hole to all comers. This one doesn't cum, I don't think, or the next, but then three in succession sound like they do and my hole is running wet again. I stayed there until it started getting light. I guess I took 30 or 40 cocks, perhaps some fucked me twice or more, perhaps half came inside me. Very few had condoms. As it started to get light I could tell that guys were getting ready to leave and several seemed to be looking for a hole to get off in before going. These seemed the biggest loads as cum would kind of stream out when they pulled out, although maybe my hole was pretty wide and relaxed by then too. I decided I'd had enough when it became daylight. I'd hung onto my clothes throughout, but my shorts did little to hide the state I was in. My legs were sticky with cum, i was sweaty, dirty, but felt so satisfied. I had to get the carpet cleaner on my car seat the next day after driving home!

Interesting range of preferences on this thread, and interesting how at least some of us have developed a nuanced vocabulary to refer to that specific anatomy, in much the same way that cultures around the Arctic have developed multiple terms for the nuances of snow. For myself, I generally use cunt to refer to the opening and emphasize its sexual function, and prefer it because the hard consonants suggest impact, pressure, and masculine energy. Hole for me is a more neutral term that suggests a space or void rather that something warm and fleshy and pleasurable. Personally, I find that manhole makes this worse by conjuring an image of something with a heavy metal lid. On the other hand, fuckhole/phukhole softens it and suggests something fleshy. I never use pussy for self-description, as I associate it too closely with femininity, in a way that I don’t associate cunt. Yet If a Top chooses to refer to my pussy, it can be very arousing because it signals that he ia approaching me in a breeding frame of mind and I can expect a deeply penetrative, primal/rutting style of intercourse. Constructions like bussy and mangina leave me cold because they feel contrived and draw attention to themselves as words that seem to be trying a little too hard to make a statement about masculinity. And of course I use ass all the time to refer to my hole, but the fact that it can also refer to the whole area surrounding the hole renders it potentially less useful - a bottom can have an uninspiringly narrow or bony ass, for instance, but still give incredible ass in therms of its internal feel and his skill in using it. Plus, the variance with British arse complicates matters. It’s curious that given the number of terms we use, we so seldom see other established synonyms for vagina used gor male hole, like twat or quim, but perhaps these are so closely associated with females that this is simply a step too far.

Does not bother me, a fuck is a fuck, i would not start something then change mind half way through. I would probably ask for condom when they cum and empty in my mouth in front of them. But I would not pass a fuck up.

No regrets at all for having a loose ass. My ass is loose since I get fucked alot as well as using dildos and butt plugs. Love the feeling of having a loose cunt that guys can easily plow and use as a cumdump. Plus it let guys know I'm a total slut bottom whose ass is well used!

I hooked up with a guy I met a few years back last night. He looked totally different. Had a long beard and very muscular. When I met him the first time it was at a dinner party of a friend and he had a little Asian boy for his boy wife at the time. When I ran into him last week he asked if I wanted to go out with him sometime and I gave him my number. He called right away and we set up a date for last night. I go into every date assuming a man wants to finish the night with my pussy so I don’t eat a lot if we have dinner. After dinner we went to his place for drinks and weed. After him showing me around a little we sat on the couch and in comes his boy! He told him to make us a couple of drinks and he did. I asked him if they were still a couple and he said..” oh yes, we are married”. I was a little taken a back but I have been into some weird relationships so I don’t judge. His husband came back with the drinks and then walked out of the room. We drank our drinks and smoked a little and he started to kiss me. He is a really masculine guy so it was understood quickly what my role was and what I was to do. He wanted me out of all my clothes . I did and I continued to suck his cock. He took down his pants but left his clothes on and bred me on the couch. After he pulled out he kissed me some more and told me to get dressed. He had another drink and some more weed and talked. He is a great guy and we have a lot in common. He took me home and said he will give me a call. I hope he does.

I miss blow buddies. And Steamworks. And 442.

so many loads in me today. met a guy at the beach so that him and his boyfriend could fuck me in the path. while they were fucking me 3 guys came past.one kept going, one stopped to watch then a 3rd guy came by n asked if he could try my ass and they told him yes. when they were done breeding me the other guy said they should find guys nearby on Grindr to "fuck your boy" so they did and found 2 more guys right near by. they both came by one by one and I just stayed on my hands n knees n took their loads. the original guys fucked me one more time then left n I went to a cruising park I've been getting fucked in lately. a regular who likes to "fuck a whore in the dirt" was there n said "I was hoping you'd show up cumdump.go to the spot n strip.im gonna grab my buddy"so I went to the spot in the trees he likes to fuck me in n stripped. when he showed up he had a couple guys with him.one of them said "I know this one.hes a good fuck"n he asked how many loads I had taken today. when I told him I had already taken 9 loads (at 3 pm) he said "see guys I told you this faggot is a cumdump.tell them what you are" so I said "like he said, I'm a faggot and a cumdump. I'm a dirty whore.im fucking trash"the old guy he Brough said "I love fucking trash"they took turns fucking me bent over a log , on the ground and against a tree were spitting in my face and lots of dirty verbal abuse they pissed on me and got me to follow them somewhere else fully naked to fuck me on the ground in the sunlight. we actually passed two other cruisers but they didn't follow. after they finished using me they left and the other cruisers came back. they were afraid to fuck me but they let me suck them both off right there before I left. I went to the mall and sucked off 5 guys under the stall over the next hour or so. I had a fellow cumdump whore tell me they could smell cum on my body and my breath on my way home. love it when men use me for my purpose

Met up with same 29 yr South Asian who texted me on Grindr that he's bringing a friend. I met up with him in the wooded area near my place. He apologized that the friend bailed on him and he was upset about the whole thing. No cumload for me. Luckily I had a little bit of juice left in my iPhone to see another prospect just 1/2 mlie (1 km) away. He was really, hadn't cum but wanted to cum with a daddy. He parked not far from my car. We picked another secluded spot. He's a hot South Asian top - 39 yr old and love daddies. I hadn't had time to douche so just oral. Suits me fine. We started to kiss which got him hard for me to suck. Around 5-6" uncut on the thicker side. Because he hadn't cum in a while, it wouldn't take him long to cum. He was breathing slower as I picked up the pace of sucking his lovely young cock. He asked me where I wanted his cum -- MOUTH pls. His hard cock was down my throat practically and I could feel him spurting a big load! Txs to Grindr, 3 loads in days ain't bad at all. This top wants to fuck me in the future. I know how to contact him via Grindr now. I'm good to go now.

Kenny#4 Javy moved around the bed and sat back in front of me. He fed me his sloppy cum covered cock and his friend Luis began to pound my fresh fucked ass. Kenny flipped down next to me as Moreno fucked his ass. He turned and whispered into my ear as I slurped at Javys cock and balls, " How do you like my friends? They love slutty faggots like us". Javier pulled Kennys mouth onto his dick and pushed my tongue lower into his ass. I was moaning and grunting at the pounding I was getting and I was SO turned on by the sounds, smells, taste and sights around me. I was hard as a rock. My cock bounced around as Luis pounded my hole. Javier said something in Spanish and Luis slowed down. Javy lifted my head and Kenny and I started making out as he poured coke on his belly. He then told us,"eat up amigos" so Kenny and I began snorting the pile. And then, Luis plunged balls deep into me....and my hole began to burn, the heat was intense, the feeling was amazing in my chest and my dick began to drip as he picked up the pace and Kenny and I licked the powder off Javys belly. I was numb, I was spinning, on fire, flying and SO HORNY. Moreno came with a bunch of grunts and then Kenny moved in front of me as Javier stood up. I plunged my tongue and lips into and on Kennys sloppy hole. His hole was sucking my tongue in and pushing cum out as I lapped and slurped. Kenny fed me his balls, his dick, his ass. Luis moaned loudly as he stopped pounding my ass, "Madre de dios" or something like that. He collapsed on my back as Kenny told me to squeeze my ass and milk his dick dry. I was trying to do just that whIle sucking Kennys balls when Kenny pointed his cock at me and shot his cum on my lips and face. I licked him clean and he fed me the cum from my face. We were all laying on the bed, naked and sticky when Javier walked in with a bunch of drinks and a big bong......

About an hour ago. I went to the local ABS to pick up a bottle of poppers. I was so horny though and decided to go to the back for some GH fun. It didn't seem too busy but I decided to buy some tokens and at least J/O a load. While I was watching a fuck flick, I was sitting naked and stroking my cock. The door to the other side of my booth opened and I saw someone step inside. He put some tokens in and was watching movies and motioned for me to stick my cock through. Great! Mayble I'll get a BJ at least. He started stroking my cock and rubbing my balls. I wanted ass or mouth. This was not what I wanted. I bent down and put my hand through the hole ( it was fairly large) and played with his cock which was out and his pants were partially down as well. I reached under his balls and fingered his ass. He got the message and soon his ass was pressed back against the hole. I rubbed my cock up and down his crack and found his hole. I pushed inside. It was kinda tight but felt warm and slippery. I'm sure I had lots of pre-cum because soon I was sliding inside and out. He was moaning kinda loudly and I kept pounding his hole. Soon enough I shot a big load deep inside his asshole. He mumbled thanks and pulled his pants up and was gone. I got dressed and came out of the booth. A couple guys nodded and smiled as I left. It felt so good to get some ass. It's been a few weeks since I fucked and I was really in need. I need more!

I woke up to the feeling of Anthony cumming inside me. When he felt me stirring, he squeezed out a couple more ropes, and wrapped his arms around me tightly, saying “Sorry about that...I was having a very vivid dream about fucking you, and when I woke up I was hard and inside you. I couldn’t even try to hold back. I hope that was OK.” “Well, I could hardly complain after begging for your load last night, could I?” Kissing the back of my neck, he said “Good. I can’t tell you how happy I was when you gave in last night and let me in you bare. Something about knowing my seed is inside you, that you’re carrying a part of me with you, turns me on so much. And I think you like it too. Am I wrong?” “No. You’re not wrong. I feel so connected to you right now, like we shared something so special and perfect. Having a barrier between us just feels so wrong, you know?” “I know exactly what you mean. I want every part of me to be inside you, to inhabit you. But I also want to cook you a proper breakfast. Do you think maybe we could try something?” “Sure, what?” Reaching across me into his drawer, he pulled out a butt plug. “I was thinking if we put this in your hole, you could keep as much of me inside you as possible while we go about our day. I hope you’re able to spend the day with me, Joey. I don’t have any grand designs on you leaving your husband or anything - I know you’ll go home to him energized and electrified from our encounter, and I’ll go back to my search for a new man. But I would love to spend more time with you, in and out of bed, if you’re interested.” “I am yours for the next two days. I’ll tell my conference colleagues that I got a touch of the flu, because I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else right now than right here with you.” I took the plug from his hand and gently pulled away from him, feeling his softening cock slide out of me. I moved the plug to my hole and felt his hand on mine as we both pressed it into me - the slight stretch as it was almost all the way in felt so nice, and then my hole closed around it, just the base remaining between my cheeks. He gave it a gentle tap before rolling me onto my back for a deep, lingering kiss. Anthony cooked me a delicious, hearty breakfast. Then he fucked me in the kitchen. We took a long hot bath together, opening up about our past relationships. Then he fucked me in the bathroom. He showed me his collection of vintage board and video games. Then he fucked me in the media room. Each time, the plug was removed and replaced by Anthony’s enormous cock. And after he filled me with his seed, the plug went back in. With each session, we became closer, more connected, more intimate. And at the same time, I felt him exerting a certain power over me. Like he could sense my submissive side, a part of my fantasy life I don’t even share with my husband. Something about our connection made him able to see past my facade, and past the walls I put up. He just knew what I wanted, maybe even more than I myself knew. Maybe it was the introduction of poppers - whenever he held the bottle for me, I found myself eagerly inhaling and felt my inhibitions melting away. He became more aggressive, more demanding, and yet all within the context of our unspeakable chemistry - it was easily the most intense, enjoyable day of sex I’d ever had. After a long nap and some Chinese takeout for dinner, Anthony was finishing up a txt message as I joined him on the couch. “Got a hot date?” I asked. He finished typing and grinned, “We’ll see, maybe even for both of us if things work out. But tonight is all about the two of us.” Stripping my tshirt off, he said, “Let’s cheat on your husband a little more, shall we?” I felt myself blush, but couldn’t help but feel my cock twitch at the same time. Kissing down my body, Anthony’s tongue found all my erogenous buttons - tickling my pits, nibbling my nipples, probing my navel - somehow he’d learned all the ways to drive me crazy in just one crazy day. Taking my hard cock in his mouth, he grabbed the base of the plug and started pressing it deeper, and twisting it as he bobbed up and down on my rod. He could tell from my moans he was having the desired effect. “You ready for another load up in that sweet pussy, baby?” “Fuck yes! I need it. I need to feel you back inside me. Filling me with your seed.” “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s go to the bedroom.” Shucking our clothes along the way, I jumped onto the bed on my back, spread my legs, and invited Anthony to join me. His hand immediately went to the plug, gently pulling it from my hole. He brought it to my mouth, saying “Clean my cum off, Joey. Savor the flavor of my semen while I get you ready for more.” He fingered my hole for a couple minutes before lining up his raw cock once again. “Tell me what you want.” “Please, Anthony. Fuck my hole!” “Should I put on a condom?” “NO! Never again. I need to feel your skin on my skin. No barriers between us.” “Good boy, Joey,” he said, sliding every inch of his huge erection into my body. I still wasn’t used to the way he was treating me yet, but all I knew was my dick jumped every time he asserted himself, and his cock felt incredible in my hole. I felt so deeply connected to him. “Something in me is changing,” I said as he started to move inside me. “How do you mean?” “It’s just, I’m feeling things I haven’t felt for so long. I don’t know how to describe it.” He replied, “You’re allowing yourself to become what you really are. You’re a cheater now - you’ve wanted to do it for long time, right? And now that you’ve crossed that line, there’s no going back. This weekend with me is changing your life, Joey. Things aren’t ever going to be the same for you and your husband.” Fuck. I knew he was right, but it hadn’t really hit me yet. It wasn’t just that I’d broken my vows and fucked (repeatedly) with another man. I could feel a shift from deep inside, Anthony was allowing something that was lurking in there to finally come out. A yearning to let myself go, to give up control, to submit. I wanted to allow this man to do with me whatever he pleased. “Joey, think of it this way. Your life has been stagnant for a long time. You haven’t been content. Maybe letting yourself have this exploration will allow you to go back to your husband changed in a good way. Like, the battery of your married life was depleted, and giving in to your urges, letting me fuck you for a weekend - maybe it will charge you up, energize you to go back to your normal life with a more positive attitude.” I felt his cock flex inside me as he whispered those words to me, leaking more of his fluids into my rectum. Maybe he’s right - I’d dreamt of cheating on my husband for years. Maybe I could get that desire out of my system by letting my guard down and giving in, allowing myself to go where my urges wanted. And then I could return a changed man. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess you have a point.” I grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way inside me, while he leaned in for a deep tongue kiss. “Now fuck me properly. Don’t hold back. I need more of your seed inside me.” He pulled all the way out until just his head was in me, then rammed the length of his cock all the way back in. Deep dicking me, grabbing my hips, pounding my pussy - I’d never been fucked with such passion and such abandon. Sweat glistened on his beautiful body and the room smelled of pure masculinity. He grabbed the poppers and fed me a few huffs. The rush only made me need him more desperately. “That’s it, dirty boy. Are you a dirty boy, Joey?” “Yes, sir! I’m a dirty, dirty boy!” I said, getting into the role play. “And what do dirty boys need? What do they deserve, Joey?” “Umm...they need to be fucked?” “Well, yes that. But dirty boys need something in their dirty holes.” “Yes, they need loads in their holes!” “That’s right, Joey. And what kind of loads do dirty boys want in their holes?” “Umm...big loads of thick cum!” “Well, yes. But dirty boys want dirty loads in their dirty holes, Joey. Isn’t that right?” “Unngh...fuck. Fuck! Yes, that’s right sir. Dirty boys need dirty loads.” “Say it, Joey. Tell me you want a dirty load in your dirty hole!” “Oh FUCK, sir. I fucking want a dirty load in my hole, sir! I’m a dirty boy!” A big smile came across his face and he got even more aggressive with me. “Fuck yes, boy! I’m gonna give you a big dirty load! Gonna flood your guts with my fucking dirty seed!” The pounding he was giving me was unlike any way I’d ever been treated, and I fucking loved it. My hole was loose from the poppers and sloppy from the multiple loads shot into me in the past 24 hours. “Tell me how my cock feels. Is it bigger than your husband’s?” “Yes! Your cock is so much bigger than his! And you are fucking me so much better than he ever has! Please don’t stop!” “Oh, I’m not gonna stop until I dump inside you again, boy. But now I want you to do something for me. Give me your ring, boy.” “Unngh...uh, what?” “I said, give me your wedding ring. Your husband isn’t here right now. I want to wear it while I fuck you.” I hesitated slightly, then remembered how deeply I wanted to give myself over to this man. I pulled the ring off my finger and presented it to him. As he brought his left hand closer, he said, “With this ring, I thee wed. Say it.” I slid the wedding ring I’d worn so proudly for the last year since my husband and I finally got married onto his finger, repeating, “With this ring, I thee wed.” “That’s better. You’re mine now, and I’m going to make you even more mine.” He fed me another deep hit of poppers and leaned in real close, slowly thrusting as he was buried balls deep. “I’m getting close, Joey. And I feel really close to you right now. I want to give you everything you deserve. Tell me what you want.” “This dirty boy wants your dirty load, sir.” “What else?” “I feel like a different man in the last day with you. The way you’ve fucked me has truly changed my life!” “What else?” “I am going to return to my normal life more energized, recharged.” “That’s it. I’m charging up your battery, aren’t I? Say it.” “Yes, sir. The way you’re fucking me is charging me up. Don’t stop!” “It really is like I’m giving you something special for you to take home. A gift, if you will. The way our tryst has opened you up. Right?” “Exactly, sir! Fuck! Please never stop! Give me the gift! Blast it directly into my soul!” “Fuck yes, boy. That’s right. Your cheating ass is gonna be filled with yet another dirty load from me! My DNA is going to coat the walls of your intestines and seep into every cell in your body! Take my fucking big dick - the dick that’s bigger and better than your husband’s!” “Please! Pound me! Fuck me and feed me your cum! Charge me up with your dirty load!” “I’m gonna shoot, boy. I’m gonna blast one more huge load deep in your guts. You ready for my POZ load, fucker?” Playing along, “Yes! Give it to me! Fill me with your POZ load!” “Take it, you cheating piece of shit! Filling you with more of my POZ cum NOW, bitch!” With that, he plunged in balls deep and blasted rope after rope of cum into my pussy. It felt like it would never stop. I shot my load all over our bellies as I felt him squirting over and over inside me. I felt content and more satisfied than I had in years. As our breathing calmed and he lay on top of me, his cock still buried in me, I said, “That was some amazing role play, Anthony. Really intense and super hot. Thank you for that!” “That wasn’t role play, boy” was all he said before rolling off me, plugging me up again, and wrapping his arms around me and drifting off.

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.

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.

I have in a number of clubs before. Toilets in hard on, London, where I swallowed and showered in a hot skinhead's piss. The best though was in the darkroom at XXL in London; I was blowing a hot leather bear when he said he needed a piss break and started to pull away. Before he could pull away completely I grabbed the back of his legs, sucked his cock on deep and just looked up at him, not saying a word. He looked down at me, smiled a dirty knowing smile then slowly started to piss down my throat. I didn't miss a drop. When he finished pissing I went back to sucking his hot cock and got rewarded for all my hard work. Good times

I'm a kinky bastard, what can I say? I enjoy getting off to hot videos of neg holes getting bred by poz tops and stories of stealthers coming in and knocking-up unsuspecting neg bottom boys. I do it a lot myself, and I'm good at what I do, they never know who it was that got em...at least I thought none figured it out. I admit once I had gotten cocky so I wasn't careful, and sure enough I came across a story, and it was so fucking hot...and I realized it was about me! The boy knew he had been pozzed deep and good. Maybe you'll get off to what happened to him like I have. (Story told from Bottom's Point of View.) Looking back now, I can't tell if I was stupid, horny, or naive. One thing I can tell you is, the guy had a huge dick. I was new to the city and it was my freshman year of college. I was still just eighteen and only had a bit of experience being fucked and I always played safe like I learned in Health Class my Sophomore year in High School. I hadn't come out though so I couldn't really make the typical profile. I was sticking to things like Craigslist, maybe that's how I got set up so easily. He had a nice package, said he was on the DL. He was a hung mixed guy, couldn't tell what mixed but he had great slightly tanned looking skin, and a thick beautiful cock that curved upward just a bit. He had a remote control right next to his dick for size reference, oh god....I was already hard. I messaged him and sent a pic of my ass and face. I hoped I'd get one in return, I told him I was looking for some 'safe' and 'sane' fun, just some buzz words that I picked up to convey I was vanilla and maybe a bit inexperienced. To my surprise I didn't have to wait long to get a response and a face pic. He was way better looking than I had imagined, I thought guys who wanted to hide their face would probably require a paper bag if I wanted to get fucked by them, but that was so not the case. He asked if I was neg, and I said yes so condom only. He asked if I got into any kink like being tied up or blindfolded because it turned him on a lot. I had never tried any of that before but if he would fuck me more than once, I would go for it. He agreed and sent me his address and when to be there. It was just over an hour and so I had to move like lightning if I wanted to be ready in time. I was all nerves and butterflies as I pressed the buzzer to the apartment number he gave me, the door opened and I went up to the floor I was told the room was on. I came knocked the door '232' tentatively and it opened as I tapped the wood. I pressed my palm against it and opened the door fully. The room was dimly lit with candles and some sensual R&B jams playing lowly. He sat there shirtless, nice built chest, sweatpants hanging loosely from his hips showing his pubic hair and the very base of his dick was exposed as well. My heart was pumping hard in my chest now, was I supposed to fall to my knees and worship his dick? I wanted to at the very least. I confess I have a thing for thugs, just the idea of one getting rough and merciless with me was hot...but not sure how well I could deal with pain if there was any unexpectedly. "Come here and suck this dick," he commanded firmly. I obliged and covered the distance between me and his crotch, tugging down those sweats and sucking the ever-stiffening uncut monster cock that I was going to let drill into me. He licked a finger and slid it down my track pants and fingered my tight hole, his saliva slicked it up as he opened me. I moaned contently. "I'm gonna widen you up, that hole is too tight, I need it loose and used up," he whispered seductively. I arched my back trying to let myself open to him more, another finger made its way inside. He coaxed me up onto the bed, pulling me forcibly by my hair so I had to crawl on my hands and knees to the middle. He took my hands and pulled them up towards the corners, leather straps found their way around my wrists and were secured snugly with lightning quick precision. I could barely move my hands, there was no way I could slip out. This whole time he kept me gagged with his dick so I couldn't say much at all. He did mention restraints in the e-mail, so I was only surprised because I was so into sucking him. He moved away from me, and I tried to turn to see where he was going but a blindfold was already over my eyes and tied firmly into place. With one more fluid motion my ankles were bound to the bed to. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't move either. My track pants had been taken off as he had pulled me onto the bed and I was commando, so no underwear stood between my hole and his cock. "I brought condoms," I said, almost more like a whimper. I can't lie, I was scared, he could do anything to me now. Most of the things I imagined him doing to me, I wanted, but what if he wanted to do something else.... "Good," he said somewhere behind me. I could hear the floor boards creaking oddly, and now that I thought about it, I hadn't got to look around his place. There were rooms down the hall, could there be more than one person here? "You have a roommate?" I asked timidly. "Nope, just you and me," he assured me, I felt him press his dick against my ass lube covering it nicely. I couldn't tell if he had a condom on but it didn't feel like it. He pressed my head into a pillow with one hand before I could question and his dick shoved into me as well. I grimaced as the initial burn of his cock widening me up began. I gasped as he plunged into me. He tried to let me get used to it for a few moments but not nearly long enough, this top was impatient for my hole and he knew he could take it. I had no choice but to try and bite into the pillow and give up my ass to my dominator. The whole bed shook, I could hear the headboard knocking against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts into my captive hole. I moaned with each slap of his balls against my ass cheeks, they were so huge, I could tell he shot huge loads. Oh god, I hoped the condom wouldn't break or I'd be the one overflowing with his seed...if he was wearing a condom at all. I was nearly screaming at the top of my lungs into the pillow before he suddenly slacked off and slid out of me without a word. Had he cum? Was he about to rim me? I couldn't tell what was happening, that familiar feeling of nervousness and excitement struck again, perhaps this is why he liked the bottom to be blindfolded. Not knowing could be an aphrodisiac after all it seemed. Then, his cock slid into me once more. Yet, something was different this time. It seemed fatter somehow, his was a hung dick but it was overly-thick, this one though had way more girth to it. Did he put on a cock ring maybe? I didn't have time to ask or ponder before I was being drilled again. Tears started splashing into my pillow as the assault renewed with incredible power. My hole quivered from the force of his dick cramming into me and forcing me even wider. My top was silent not even a little dirty talk, just me moaning and grunting as his used me as much as he wanted. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, and something was pushed under my nose. I wondered what it was and inhaled curiously, it didn't smell like much of anything but he moved it and held it under my other nostril and made me sniff deeply again. As he moved the bottle away I got the most intense feeling I had ever had. A warmth seemed to spread from the center of my chest and radiate through my whole body. My hole could barely handle his dick before but suddenly it seemed to want nothing more than to open up and get raped by his horse-hung cock. All I wanted was to let him use me as his cumdump, I wished I could have told him to rip the condom off and just blow inside me. My hole felt like a secret part of it was opening up to just him and he could violate me deeper than anyone ever had before and...he sure fucking did. I moaned like a bitch as he drilled my ass in places I couldn't imagine having been fucked in. It was like his dick found a secret compartment to stuff his meat into again and again until suddenly I felt it throbbing repeatedly while he was balls deep inside. I breathed heavily just feeling the pulses taper off after two minutes. His balls emptied every drop before he slid out of my ass. "You wanted multiple loads from me though, yeah?" he questioned. I felt him press his dick back into me, though now it felt longer again, not as thick, and it went even deeper than before. I felt the familiar bottle pressed against my nose. I inhaled, and now I knew he definitely had a friend using my ass there with him, and if I had to guess I was being the cumdump for both of them. I tried pushing out the load, to be sure it was inside me but the rush took over again and his dick was already plowing me deeply. I closed my eyes even though I couldn't see anything anyway and just relaxed and let him use me. Resisting wouldn't help now and he knew I had given in. The bed was rocking like a boat in a storm and the pounding of the headboard was like thunder with how powerful his fucking was. I screamed into the pillow in ecstasy. "Just fucking cum in me, I know you're doing it!" I begged. And that's when he shot. He pulled out so I could feel a spurt of jizz shoot across my back and then plunged balls deep into me and kept it in the entire time until he was done. A finger ran across my back gathering the load he shot and pushed it back into my hole with the rest of the loads. He unbuckled me but pinned my arms behind my back as he undid the restraints on my ankles. He walked me across the room with the blindfold on and pushed me outside the door of his place as he dropped my clothes to the floor with my shoes also outside. The door slammed shut as I was taking off the blindfold, completely naked in the building where anyone could walk by. I hurriedly got dressed, my aching hole wanting to burst with the amount of cum his balls had filled me with. I hoped I could make it home or to a bathroom before I had to let the loads out. "Ugh!" I gasped as it was too late, a huge stream of cum suddenly ran down my left leg coating my socks with jizz there was so much fucking jizz, and I knew that was only the beginning. My track pants were soaked, I could only hope they were dark enough people couldn't tell I had just been fucked in the ass and bred. I felt like such a slut. He had used me and tossed me away like tissue paper... And God was it hot. I found out I was poz two months later, but I never saw him again...that's when I thought to write this. Maybe he'll see it and get in touch someday... ((Note: For anyone who is thinking of asking -- nope, I didn't find this story somewhere else, haha I wrote it all myself, just added more to the story to include that twist. Wouldn't it be hot to read a story written by someone you gifted? ))

Disclaimers: This is my first story on BZ. This story is based on an actual experience. Feel free to contribute your own ideas to help me flesh out the story - I'm not really a writer, but I felt this had to be told. Enjoy, piggies! ---------------------------------------------- Part 1 The heat of a July afternoon in the Midwest can get really intense. But I barely noticed it as I drove toward the metropolis with an anxiety in my stomach. The car sped along the highway merrily as I grew ever closer to my destination… and my destiny. Five weeks since, I decided to take a bold step. I’ve been a bugchaser for years, but I really didn’t act on those urges and try to get myself infected. They just happened as part of the ho life, and I dealt with them accordingly. I’ve had a few STDs - the usual maladies of chlamydia and gono and the like - but this time, I was chasing down a big one. Sorta. I got in touch with a friend who has been positive for many years, and undetectable. Rick is known for HIV activism in his community, including volunteering for the clinic and AIDS hospice. He ran for a leather title a few years back and his platform that won him the title was about love and acceptance of the afflicted not only in his community but worldwide. So it’s a curious thing that he agreed to do this for me. Because I can’t get bugchasing and converting out of my head, I hatched a hair-brained scheme to find out for myself what the other successful chasers were raving about. I asked Rick to pretend to poz me. “Dude, that is not okay!” was his opening response to my request. “This bug is no picnic to live with. I get it’s not a death sentence like it used to be, but this shit will fuck you up, and your hunger to get charged up will get you in trouble.” I was prepared for this. “Rick, it’s just fantasy,” I answered. “All you have to do is fuck me like the bitch that I am, and work some poz talk into the scene. I’m not asking you to come off your meds so I can live this fantasy. It’s just that. Fantasy.” Rick went silent for a while. I suddenly felt like I crossed a line. When he finally spoke again, he said calmly, “I’m gonna send you some links to websites, some information. You don’t seem to be educated on what this all involves, and if you’re serious about doing it, then you should be informed of the commitment this lifestyle requires. And believe you me, this WILL change your life in ways you can’t imagine, Steve.” “Okay, I’ll take a look at it.” “I’m serious, Steve,” he quickly said insistently. “What you’ve asked me to do is really disrespectful, and I … I really need to think about this. I admit I’m attracted to you, and after seeing your sweet hole that night at the bathhouse, I wanted to pound you into oblivion. But I don’t appreciate you asking me to violate my boundaries like that, even though I’m undetectable, and yes it’s just play, but I’m concerned you’re going to go and seek out the real thing.” True to his word, Rick emailed the information to me. I read it, and only got more turned on. This was something I *needed* to do. Personal fulfilment, Rick’s warnings be damned. Four days after this uncomfortable phone conversation, Rick shot me a text message. “Did you read it? Are you still set on a fake conversion scene?” I hesitated. I didn’t want another lecture. I just wanted to fuck, and convert, and live my new life charging up other guys. “Hi Rick. Yes, I read it,” I texted back. “And yes, I still want to do it.” I didn’t ask him a direct question, and left it for him to fill in the blank. A few minutes passed before he answered. “Okay. I’ll do it. But we are going to have a talk about this in person when you get here. If this is what you want, then I’m going to make sure you never chase again. Understood?” I practically jumped out of my seat when I read this. I didn’t think he’d actually agree to it. I didn’t want to appear over-eager, so I gave a non-committal reply. “Yes, we need to talk about it as much as you think is necessary. When should I come visit?” “Five weeks. How’s the 24th looking for you?” I checked my calendar. I had no commitments that day. “That’s fine.” “Come to the brownstone. 4pm sharp.” Our conversation ended there. As I entered Rick’s neighbourhood, a growing mood of nervousness and anxiety began to manifest itself in my environment. I parked the car a few blocks from the brownstone, and just sat there for a minute. I need to get moving. It’s nearly 4 o’clock, and if I don’t show, I won’t enjoy having to ask him for this again. I looked in the rearview mirror at myself. Something behind my eyes told me Don’t do this. My dick, however, was standing fully erect while my mind raced. Remember, you’re totally safe. He’s undetectable, you’re going to be fine. And his monster dick will make you feel good. That was all the convincing I needed. I exited the car, paid for my spot, and began the trek to the brownstone. Rick was waiting for me outside when I arrived. I could smell his fat cigar well before I actually saw him. He was seated on the patio, scrolling mindlessly through his phone while hauling hard on a cock-sized stogie. He wore a simple t-shirt over his slender, underdeveloped frame, and tight khaki shorts, and had his aviators over his eyes. While not the picture of masculinity, there was a certain sexiness about the whole look. I walked over to his table, and could see a near-empty water bottle. The wind blew gently giving us a short break from the humidity of the afternoon. “I’m here,” I cheerfully announced. Rick looked up from his phone. “Good to see you made it, Steve.” He stubbed out the half-smoked cigar, and rose from his chair. The water bottle rolled off and I bent over to catch it, and missed. I suddenly felt his hand on my ass. “Hey, we’re not doing this out here,” he said. “But thanks for the preview!” “Let’s go inside,” I said, smirking. “I’ve gotta piss so bad I can taste it.” “Dirty boy! But later!” he said with a laugh. We entered the brownstone, and Rick sidestepped so I could rush to the bathroom and relieve myself. I unzipped, and my piss poured forth in a hot, thick stream of golden yellow. I couldn’t believe how much I was holding, but I also had to remember how much water I drank on the way here. The road to the city is a long one, and combined with July heat made for a very thirsty chaser. After washing my hands, I left the bathroom and found Rick on the couch, quite comfortable. He poured a drink for each of us, and patted the seat next to him gently. The conversation was more of what we discussed on the phone, and was frequently a carbon-copy of that conversation. “This really isn’t my thing,” Rick admitted. “When I was first diagnosed, I had to think of all the guys I played with around that time. And because I didn’t know I was positive, I infected someone I really liked.” He seemed to be remembering it as if it were yesterday. “When he got sick, I felt so guilty. I locked myself in my room for days, and just couldn’t stop crying. Not for me, but for this guy. And I had the unhappy duty of telling him in person that I was the one who pozzed him. He socked me right in the nose for that, and I never saw him again. Too bad. Dave was a sweet guy.” “You don’t know what happened to him?” I asked. “Nope. He blocked me on social media, and although I looked for him at the clubs a couple times, he was just gone. It broke my heart. So I want you to know that your actions today will have consequences that will hurt others if you’re not careful.” “I am quite prepared,” I said. “You did a good job educating me on the subject, and I am making the choice that is right for me.” I wasn’t about to let him change my mind because then we might not fuck. Rick then took one of my hands, and squeezing it, he said, “Are you ready?” His tone was all seriousness, and he was letting me know that I was in control of what happened next. Doubt crossed my mind for a second. I think it was at this point when I began to feel the most nervous about it. “Yes,” I answered as fearlessly as I could. He released my hand, and exhaled loudly through his nose. Rick then looked away, giving one of his thousand-yard stares that he was known for when something that questioned his morals crossed his path. “Okay,” he said with resignation. “If this is REALLY what you want, okay. I’ll help you. But remember - you asked for it, and if you can’t handle the fantasy, you have the power to stop it.” Something about the way he said that made me wonder what kind of script he was going to follow. And my hard dick made itself known again. Rick saw the rise in my shorts. “I think I already know the answer,” he said with a smile, grabbing my growing cock. He stood up while holding on to my swelling member, and said, “Come on. Let’s do this.” I obediently followed Rick to his playroom, guided all the way by his pulling of my dick.

gotta say....i love that my hole is loose........i just bend over for anyone

gotta be hole, manhole, boyhole, chute. Cunt or pussy feminises it too much for me. I need a hot sweaty MAN!

An absolutely incredible series of horny as hell stories. Thank you very much for writing them - and your skills as a writer are awesome! We all seen what was going to happen early on - and you kept our cocks throbbing and holes twitching throughout 🙂 How many of us can only dream of a conversion like that! WOW! Thanks 😊

Just do it! You wouldn't be here if you didn't have a kinky streak. So just take that load and dont look back! Wont be long before you are taking anon cum through gloryhole etc 🙂 Good luck on your journey! Happy humping!

Who said it's finished? LOL I might do a follow-up segment, but I'm a little stumped for what to include in it. It's not like I can continue the story, but maybe show how Steve turned out. And ... that's probably about it.

I lucked out today and got 2 loads while my wife was at work. First up, a very hot fit tattooed 20 year old. He had come by last week and fucked me in my shed. It was a hot fuck but then his email on Grindr disappeared afterward so I assumed he blocked me. It looks like he deletes his profile afterward because he contacted me today with a different profile. He wanted to drop another load in my daddy ass during his lunch break. My wife left early enough for me to clean out and give him the ok to come over. We didn’t have a lot of time as I had a meeting to join soon. He came over to the shed again. I fished his cock out of his underwear and he was already hard. Gotta love 20 year olds! I sucked him for about 30 seconds then turned around and bent over. He shoved in and pounded hard for about 2 minutes and shot his big load up my ass. He pulled out and I cleaned his cock with my mouth. He buttoned up and left. His email was gone soon after so he must have deleted his account again. Right after my meeting, I got hit up on A4A from a skinny poz guy who bred me once before. He was in the area and wanted to breed my ass again. I told him to come over and add his load to the one I already had. 15 minutes later he arrives and we get naked. I suck his big poz dick hard and present him with my ass. He plunges in and pushes in deep while gyrating around. It feels so good. He starts pounding me hard and after about 5 minutes gives me his poz load. I clean off his cock and send him on his way. I had a 3rd anon guy from sniffies who wanted to come over. He eventually tells me he’s on his way. He’s 22 minutes away. 5 minutes later I see that my wife is on her way home so I messaged the guy to not come over but he was idle on the site. I was sweating bullets that he would show up. After an hour I figured he was another flake, luckily. The two loads are still in my ass. I like to finger a little cum out every now and then and smell the wonderful somewhat fishy scent.

Sometimes a top asks a bottom where they want it because the top wants the bottom to beg for his cum. Sometimes I will say: I'm close, do you want me to cum inside? Because I want them to hear begging for my DNA.

Note: I introduced a couple new elements I have no experience with, and I hope I got them mostly right. If they're wrong, I'm sure you'll tell me, and accept that THIS part is what makes it fiction. LOL ----------------------------- Part 3 The hips began to thrust, and I felt every inch of him inside me. His balls were smacking against mine - there was no warmup to this at all, not even a courtesy finger - and Rick fucked like an animal. It was everything I dreamed it would be. I found it hard to hold the cigar while we rocked back and forth, so I wedged it back in my jaw. Rick did likewise with his own, and continued to nail me. “You’re a filthy chaser, aren’t you,” he said. It was more of a statement than a question. “Mm-hmm,” I said, gasping for air. Man, this sensation in my ass was incredible! I thought it would hurt without the warmup and relaxation of the hole, but there was indeed enough lube to keep his dick from burning me from the inside out. I could feel it running down my buttcheeks on occasion. I drew hard on the cigar as best I could; being a novice with it, I was not successful. There was far more suck than there was smoke, and Rick said surprisingly little about it after the last command about it. Rick slowed down his strokes, and began to pull nearly out before thrusting back in. My hole loved this sensation. “Yeah, take it, you fucker,” he whispered. “This is… what you… goddamn bugchasers… deserve! I’m … gonna poz this hole… so fucking hard… you will never… want to chase… AGAIN!” I answered him not, and just let him do what he knew how to do best. At length, Rick removed my feet from their suspensions, and placed them over his shoulders. I held on to the straps of the sling for support as he pulled me deeper toward him. This was either heaven or hell, I couldn’t tell which. “Ugh… I came off my meds for this,” Rick said. “You better appreciate what I’m giving you.” That got my attention. “Was he…? No, he wouldn’t! This is just fantasy, this is just fantasy, part of the script, he’s not toxic…” I was mentally trying to convince myself that I was totally safe, and it was all talk. Part of the experience. I tried to not tighten up in reaction. Rick grew bored of this position quickly, finding he had nowhere to thrust to, so he stopped momentarily. “Get up, and go get in the chair,” he said with an effort. His breath was definitely shorter, and I could see already a sheen of sweat glistening. I pulled myself to standing, and instantly felt the lube run down my right leg. While getting my balance, I looked at the small puddle that formed on the mat beneath us. The lube was there, certainly, but something else. It looked a little red. “Must be a trick of the lighting,” I thought. I definitely didn’t FEEL like he tore me open. I turned round in the small chamber, and saw what he wanted. The leather chair I spied when we came in. As I got near it, I could see it was no ordinary seat. It looked… different somehow. It had a flat back, straps all over it, and two hard-looking footrests. “Is this a Lucifer chair?” I asked with interest. Rick didn’t answer the question, but gave a low, throaty chuckle. I climbed in, and continued smoking quietly. I wasn’t going to ruin the scene with a lot of chatter, or show any kind of uncertainty by babbling. Rick took away my cigar, strapped me in, and spread my legs. He then turned away, and his movements suggested he was putting something on his dick. My mind initially registered it as a cockring or maybe a shaft extender, but when I actually saw the weapon coming at me, it was wrapped in … chainmail? I looked at him quizzically but didn’t form a question. Rick saw my expression, and read it instantly. “This is a special kind of condom,” he said venomously. I was taken by surprise yet again. “A condom? That wasn’t what we agreed upon.” Rick pulled the cigar from between his teeth, and said fiendishly, “You’ll see.” As he came at me with this thing around his cock, I started to wonder what I got myself into. “Holy fuck, he’s serious,” I thought. “But that goes against... “ My train of thought abruptly ended there as the weapon now brushed against my hole. It was cold to the touch, and I felt something quite new rubbing against me. Before I could respond or even form a question, Rick was pushing into my hole, and it hurt like hell. I cried out and tried to back away from it. But back away to where? I was in a corner and seated with no clear exit, and strapped to the chair. “Shhh…” he cooed. “Just relax. This is supposed to hurt, and it’s part of the scene. Trust me.” From nowhere, he whips out a small brown bottle, uncaps it, and shoves it into one of my nostrils. I recognized it instantly. Poppers. And they were fairly new - still strong and heady. I inhaled deeply, knowing that it was beyond my control to do much else. Within seconds, I was flying. Rick at once detected it, grinned wickedly, and took a hit of them himself. He quickly recapped the bottle and flung it away from us. “That’s your only anesthetic,” he growled. And my hips began to rock again. I didn’t even notice him finish his entrance, and I just let him do the work, wincing all the while. Now that I knew what he was intending, I just laid back and let it happen. In between his grunts, Rick said something that sounded like, “Just open yourself up to all the pozzibilities I will show you.” The poppers made it sound distorted, so I wasn’t sure if he actually said it or whether I imagined it. I didn’t respond to it, lest it be the latter and he starts yelling at me again for talking out of turn. Rick continued to plow. His look was a mix of disgust and sheer ecstasy. “You dirty bugchasing fuck. I’m gonna teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.” By now, the poppers had completely worn off, and I was feeling the full force of the thing inside me. And boy did it hurt. This was suddenly not fun for me. I needed to move my arms and legs. I needed that tearing up inside me to stop. I suddenly needed water. The room had grown unbearably hot between our activities, the humidity, and the smoke, and I needed a break. At last, I said, “Rick, I need … ow! You to stop --- fuck!” He considered this, and slowed his motions, then instantly began jackhammering my hole. “Nope! You’re done,” was his swift response. I couldn’t bear it anymore as I felt him rip me open from stem to stern. I had no coherent thoughts by this point, except an inward wish that he would cease his movements and I could die in peace. All I could do was cry out. But then his mood changed. He suddenly pulled himself out of me, and my hole welcomed the release. I put my head back as far as it would go, and just shut my eyes. "Shit, I was about to cum," he hissed. "I want this to last as long as possible." He pulled the strange device off, and I heard it hit the floor. Rick got down in a crouching position, and gently poked me with a finger. After a couple seconds, he took back his finger, and held it up before his eye. “Yep, as I thought!” He raised his open palm to me, and ordered, “Look. I’m showing you something.” I carefully opened one eye to see. His whole finger was a bright red colour, and this time, I was sure it wasn’t the light of the room. I suddenly remembered what this was called, and why he was doing it. The phrase “cruel condom” ripped through my brain, and now I had to accept it. He was genuinely pozzing me. That, or a damn convincing scene, I wasn’t sure which. And I wasn’t about to ask. All I could think of was the pain I was feeling at the moment. I returned to closing my eyes and feeling only pain. Rick only stood there over me, studying me, and letting his dick deflate a little while he hauled away on his cigar. He let me sit there, motionless, and just bleed. “This is all part of the process,” he said slowly. “It hurts now --” “I want out of this chair,” I interrupted. “There, there, you sick fuck, it will all be over soon, and you will be free.” There was something cryptic in that statement, but it was just talk. Just talk. The fantasy, right. “When he’s done fucking me, we’ll go upstairs, he’ll put an ice pack on my fanny and bandage me up, and all will be well,” I told myself. Alas, this was not to be.

Since you freaks can't wait, I'll put in the 2nd part now. ------------------- Part 2 Rick led me down the narrow steps into the basement of the brownstone, still grasping my dick. I could smell a little mildew and the remains of a recently-burned cigar. The beige-carpeted floor seemed unusually stiff under my feet. To my great surprise, we encountered no cobwebs that basements are known for growing. Rick opened a door on his right, which led to an enclosed room with the furnace and water heater, and another door beyond them. Rick unlocked this door, finally releasing my throbbing cock (which was begging for release at the anticipated event). He went into the lightless room, flipped a switch on the wall, and it was suddenly illuminated in dark red. I could make out a sling, shelving on one wall with a variety of bottles that I assumed were either lube or alcohol, a large number of small identical cases that were probably porn DVDs, and an odd-looking chair in an opposite corner. The details of the room were not immediately clear to me, and the deep red of the lights confused my view. Rick closed the door, and ordered me to strip naked. As I did so, he stood silently against the wall and watched me. I gathered up my clothes, which he took and placed somewhere on the other side of the dungeon. “Hop in the sling,” Rick ordered. “I’ll be just a minute.” I did as he instructed, and climbed into the sling. The springs squeaked under my weight, and I began to put my feet through the holders. As I was doing this, Rick was doing something that I couldn’t clearly see, and I heard movement, but my activity with the feet kept me from focusing on whatever he was doing. I heard a drawer open, a little rustling, two sharp snaps, and the drawer closing. I had my feet elevated fairly quickly and awaited his return. I heard a metallic “click”, then the hiss of a torch. The sudden illumination allowed me to see that he was lighting not one but TWO thick cigars. He got the cherry burning in each, and the room was suddenly fragrant with the odor of sweet tobacco. Rick walked over to me and stuck one of the cigars in my mouth. “We’re going to blacken your lungs, faggot,” he said with a shift in his voice. I started to protest, “I don’t smoke, buddy,” but he stuck it in my mouth mid-sentence. “Trust me, you do now. You wanna be a poz pig like me? This is part of that. Optional, but much better if you give in to it. Let me know if it’s too strong for you.” I took a draw on the stick. The acrid taste of burning tobacco filled my mouth, and although I expected it to be akin to a mouthful of fire, it was not. Not one bit. Smooth and cool, and actually quite flavourful. It was clear I had no say in this matter, so I at least gave it a chance. I stuck the big thing in my jaw, and just got used to the feeling. I think I like a cock there better, but whatever. Rick walked to the shelf with the bottles and kept his back to me. I had correctly guessed they were lube bottles. He took one down, popped it open, and turned it upside down to pour into his hand. He might have been checking the thickness of the lube because he closed it loudly, put the bottle back on the shelf, wiped his hands, and got a different one. Rick opened the new bottle, poured some into his other hand, and closed the lid. “This’ll do.” He returned to the sling and placed the bottle in the holder. I tried to regulate my breathing, but between anxiety and the unexpected cigar, it resulted in a lot of loud exhalations. Rick noticed the gar burning in my jaw, and with annoyance, he said, “Hey, those are expensive. Smoke it right or die.” I took the burning rod in my hand and let instinct guide me on smoking it, though I had no idea what I was doing. Rick placed his own cigar in a nearby ashtray, and began to undress. His body was almost totally white as if he had never spent an hour in the sun in his life. The frame was just as I remembered - slender with no muscular development, and a bit of a paunch at the bottom of his abdomen. His dick was a sight to behold - a good eight or nine inches with no foreskin, average thickness, and curved slightly upward. I didn’t get a good look at his ballsack, but I remember they were not particularly droopy. A brown mole sat on the right side of his pelvis. And then I saw something new -- a small but unmistakable biohazard tattoo on the opposite side. Why had I not noticed it before? “Oh, right”, I thought to myself. “He was wearing a jockstrap that night in the bathhouse. The waistband probably covered it so it would be a surprise for anyone lucky enough to remove it.” Rick took the lube bottle in his hand and slicked himself up. Then he brought the bottle right to my butthole and squeezed it hard to get the lube inside me. He began to push hard on the bottle as well, and I felt the breach of plastic in my sphincter. “Ouch,” I said. “Take it easy.” “I thought I told you to smoke, fucker.” This guy had flipped a switch since we were upstairs. I was no longer with a trusted friend, but a guy bent on doing some damage to me for the fun of it. I found myself holding my breath a bit while this passed through my mind. Then Rick replaced the bottle in the holder, crossed the room again, and after wiping his hands, took up his cigar again. He pulled hard on it, and turned back to me. His nose jet resembled a dragon, ready to spit flame and fire at me. It was fucking hot. I was now more acclimated to the cigar, and the room began to get a little foggy. Rick returned to me, and bent over my waiting form in the sling. He got right in my face, and said, “This is your last warning. Are. You. Sure. Because when this train begins, there is no stopping it until you are bred.” Again with the doubt! I trusted him, and while I was enjoying the dominance he was displaying, his demeanour was not something I had mentally prepared for. My mind screamed, “Do not do this!” But I brushed it away, and all hope of reversing this scene was lost when I answered him, “I have to know. I want to be a poz pig.” He weighed my answer with no change of emotion or expression, and without warning, he rammed his cock into me. I winced in surprise, almost burning my chest with the lighted cigar. “Then welcome to hell,” he growled in a low voice. “You’re going to die today. But don’t forget - you asked for it!!”

Part 8 - February Frozen In Time Conrad put on his coat and grabbed a coffee then went to sit outside in the cold January morning, having at last spent a day without masturbating allowing his sore cock some respite. He wondered if he was turning in to a degraded pervert constantly needing to blow his load every time he thought of Jack. What was even more weird was how he found it exhilarating sitting in the cold air looking at his aunties flower bed reminding him of when Jack had assaulted him outside cutting his cheek. He chuckled to himself totally chilled out and enjoying the peace and quiet. Max arrived and grabbed a coffee walking outside, he leaned down and kissed Conrad on the cheek taking him by surprise and sitting down next to him. "You told your parents then?" Max asked already knowing the answer "how have they taken it?". Conrad put his cup down "Not sure, my father is upset" he replied "just wish Charlie and..." he stopped himself. Max chuckled "Charlie told me you have a thing for sailors" he said sipping his coffee. Conrad rolled his eyes "Does Charlie tell you everything?" he asked looking at him. "Of course" Max replied "What about Harry though?" he now asked. Conrad sat in silence for a moment "To be honest I have tried to forget about him" he replied. "You never contacted him?" Max asked looking surprised. "No" he replied "I don't see any point" Conrad said then looked down "what if he is the one?". Max looked at Conrad "Do you like him?" he asked. Conrad shrugged his shoulder "I don't even know him" he said "I know he can punch" he chuckled. "He hasn't been seen around the bar for months now" Max informed him "even my wife asked her gay friends". Conrad sat up "And there has been no sight of him?" he asked looking concerned. "No" he replied "someone did say he got a job in the city" Max said "but he never hangs out around here now". Conrad nodded "Maybe I should just check in within him make sure he is okay". Max smiled and stood up "Come on back inside" he said "and if you don't contact him... well you will never know". It was the jolt Conrad needed and the following morning he sat there holding his phone for several minutes and finally sending a message to Harry apologising for not being in touch and asking if he was okay. He could see the message had been delivered but remained unread for most of the day. It took Conrad all this time to realise he had never truly got over Harry despite not even really knowing him, Harry had got in to his head though and the more he thought of him the more he found he wanted to explore any possibility that may exist. The subtle way he toyed and teased Conrad, his mischievous little grin and boyish looks, maybe he was in love with Harry but could not see it. Their trip to London was over so quickly and they were setting off for the drive back to Hampshire. Harry was sat up in bed in his swanky flat overlooking the city, he knew the text by heart but kept reading it dithering and not knowing how to answer Conrad. Moham came out of the bathroom dressed for a meeting and kissed Harry on the head, frequently popping over early morning before going to the office mixing a little business with a lot of pleasure. "Harry just answer it then either delete it or whatever" Moham said noticing he was still distracted. Harry nodded "In a minute I will" he said getting out of bed. Moham put his watch on looking at Harry "Come in at lunchtime Harry and get that sorted out" he said. Harry got back in to bed and watched Moham leave, reading the text message again he thought hard and began typing his response to Conrad. Sitting there for a moment with his finger poised over the send button he hit it and locked his phone putting it on silent. Picking up his work phone he browsed through the emails received since yesterday to see if anything needed immediate attention before taking a shower. Conrad felt his phone buzz in his pocket and hurriedly pulled it out and saw he had a message from Harry. Quickly opening it he read it and read it again, a tear fell from his eye seeing the words the from Harry 'You put me through ups and down and I can't explain why or get over you yet you still rip my heart out every time I think or see you, I don't even know you yet this is what you have done to me. It is best we leave it there I can't copy with that happening any more'. Wiping his eyes he put the phone back in his pocket unaware his father had been watching him through the mirror, he really felt heartbroken and knew he should have gone back to Harry when Max sent him his number. When they arrived home Conrad said nothing and went up to his bedroom and laid down trying to make sense of his life. Eddie knocked on the door and walked in catching Conrad wiping his eyes again. "That text you got in the car was it from Charlie's friend?" his father asked. Conrad looked at his father who closed the door "No, someone else who I realised I was fond of" he replied. Eddie sat on the bed "They blew you off?" he asked "you have always been the sensitive one Con" he said trying his best at consoling him. "He says I rip his heart out but we don't know each other apart from when he punched me" Conrad said. Eddie stifled a laugh "Sorry I didn't mean to laugh" he said sincerely. Conrad smiled "It was my fault I called him a queer" he said "now look at me just a fucking queer". "Conrad!" his father looked angry "don't ever use that language in this house" he told him off going to town. "Sorry father" Conrad said laying back down on the bed "I need Charlie here he would know what to do". Eddie patted his leg "Love can swipe your legs right from under you Conrad, you just have to deal with it". Conrad nodded "I'm sorry for being such a mess" he said in frustration. "Come down to dinner" Eddie said standing up "we love you son it just take us oldies more time to adjust". He joined them for dinner and opened up a bit more about Harry and the incident in London but left out the gay for pay part to spare them and himself the indignity of it, surprisingly both parents were supportive. Towards the middle of January Conrad was busy revising for the next part of his exam which was a practical in a few days time, he had no idea why they would do practical exams outside in January when you couldn't even get a fork in the ground. It had been a good week speaking to Charlie and Joshua twice who were now sailing up towards the Bahamas before a trip along the east coast of the US then across the Atlantic to Portsmouth for the start of March. The following week he was glad the exam was done and sent Jack a text to let him know how it had gone. Despite his urge to text Harry he decided not to thinking that was that, so preoccupied by Harry that by the weekend he realised there had been nothing from Jack so he strolled up to the manor Saturday morning. Simon spotted him and walked down the stairs opening the front doors just as Conrad came through the gate, he looked tired and upset calling Conrad over. It was the first time he had seen or spoken to him since that night and had to hold back his anger towards him. "Conrad, I think you better come in" Simon said going back inside leaving the door open. Conrad walked in closing the door "What is wrong?" he asked looking at him "Jack?" he suddenly blurted out. Simon went over and hugged him "He is upstairs and is in a very bad way". Conrad cried out and went running up the stairs with Simon following him, he rushed through the bedroom doors and fell to his knees crying. Jack was hooked up to a ventilator and wires going to a monitor showing his life signs. Simon knew this was coming since his last bout of illness but even he broke down seeing Conrad in such a state. All the time Jack went on about Conrad, he only now saw first hand how truly attached Conrad and Jack had become through their friendship. The initial shock overwhelmed Conrad and eventually he calmed down and went to sit by his side, Simon closed the doors softly and left them alone. Conrad visited every evening and stayed for many hours holding Jack's hand who was in an unresponsive state. Sunday afternoon at the close of January it was cold and snow flurries filled the air, Conrad was sat with Jack holding his hand as usual and giving Simon a break who left with the doctor. Conrad talked about plants and what he had been learning that week when he felt Jack squeeze his hand gently. He cried a lot sitting there and Simon had been frank and honest telling him it was only a matter of days. The one person in life who apart from Charlie that knew Conrad inside out was lying in this frail state. He held on to Jack's hand tighter like he was letting him know he was here. Conrad stroked Jack's arm and spent time looking at his various tattoos mumbling away to him about them. He found the scorpion on his bicep that he never really noticed or paid attention to it before. The stinger part had drops painted in red landing on a skull and crossbones, underneath was a cupid holding the letter A and a hibiscus flower entwinned around the letter C. Conrad got his phone out and took a picture of it not understanding the significance of them, he knew it would really upset his parents but he wanted to get the scorpion one done in honour of Jack and everything he had done for him. Something about it just reminded him so much of Jack, Simon walked in just as he took the picture. "He was always proud of those tattoos, symbolised many things in his life" Simon said sitting next to Conrad. Conrad put his phone away "I never really paid much notice to them" he said looking at Simon. "You getting one done yourself?" Simon asked "ah, the scorpions tail and the drops of venom". Conrad smiled looking at Jack "It is your venom inside both of us" he said. Simon remained silent for several minutes "You took advantage of me that night" Conrad said glancing at him. "I know" Simon confessed "I did warn you" he said standing up feeling he should leave. Conrad patted the seat "Sit down Simon" he said "Jack and I are brothers of sorts, we both have your virus". Simon smirked "Yes you have both inherited my DNA" he replied. Conrad glanced at him "I guess Harry is as well?" he asked but nodded answering his own question. "You got Jack's strain as well" Simon remarked and Conrad looked at him "yes he told me he finally got you good in the greenhouse". "It doesn't mean I forgive you" Conrad said in mild anger "you must have known I didn't understand". Simon looked at Jack "You will either love or hate me Conrad same as Jack did" he said. "You reckon?" Conrad replied "I can't get past the anger towards you at the moment" he said blinking back tears. Simon spoke softly "Jack loved two people Adam and me but he for some reason he completely adored and love you even more". Conrad looked at Simon "He never said anything to me" he said looking sad. "Jack's way, if he had told you then things would have got complicated and hard just like now" Simon explained. Conrad sniffed "Jack is one brutal arse wrecker" he said half smiling looking at Jack. Simon chuckled and patted his shoulder "That is why I would never let him lose on my arse". "One day he held me in his arms and looked me in the eye like he was making love to me" Conrad admitted. Simon smiled "He probably was Conrad, you really don't understand how much he really thought of you". Conrad shook his head and ran his hand along Jack's arm stroking it lovingly, the snow began to fall heavily and coated the land in a brilliant whiteness against the dark clouds. Just as darkness was creeping in the heart monitor flatlined, his body finally unable to fight any longer. Jack passed away peacefully with Conrad holding his hand. Simon reached over grabbing Conrad and hugging him tightly feeling every heart breaking sob from Conrad entering in to his body. Simon could hear the hurt and devastation in his cries, he pushed Simon away and leaned over kissing Jack one last time then walked out without a word to Simon. Crying all the way out of the manor, Simon watched from the window then turned to Jack and kissed him on the forehead placing the sheet over him then looked out the window again just as Conrad turned to look up 'stupid kid' he said upset, annoyed and angry. Simon turned the light off and placed the call to the undertakers and doctor. He stood there unsure if he was angry at Conrad or Jack, in the darkness he sat talking to Jack until the doctor arrived. Conrad walked in to the house and his mother came out of the sitting room and saw his tear streaked face, she ran over and hugged him knowing full well what it meant. He spent the rest of the evening trying to be consoled by his parents. The loss of Jack hit him badly and he spent the next few days in his bedroom unable to face or talk to anyone. His heart truly broken and bursting in to bouts of tears, thankfully he had a week off college which did nothing to help his sadness frequently breaking down during the day and crying himself to sleep at night. There had been no movement at the manor and many of the neighbours dropped flowers off as word spread of Jack passing away. Simon locked himself away sorting out the arrangements, he sent a few messages to some of the wealthy people that Jack had come to know from their parties telling them the funeral would be on Friday at 2pm. Simon pondered at first but eventually wrote an invitation to Conrad telling him the arrangements. Joshua was devastated seeing Conrad looking so upset and desperately wanted to be there for him, Charlie was the same and provided some comfort for Joshua who was badly upset and wanted to hold Conrad. Jody heard the doorbell ring and placed the tea towel down to answer the front door. "I'm sorry to disturb you so late I have this for Conrad" Simon said handing the envelope over. Jody looked at him "Simon isn't it, from the manor?" she asked. Simon nodded "Yes, it is Jack's funeral arrangements" he said nodding to the envelope. "My condolences" she said sympathetically "do you want to come in for a cup of tea or something?" Jody asked him. "No thank you" Simon said shaking his head "it has been a hard time" he said walking away back up the road. Conrad sat there looking at it in his bedroom wondering if Simon did it as a friend or just because he thought he should. He read it again, the service was at 2pm and burial at 3pm at a small church and cemetery that was within walking distance of Hibiscus Drive. It was a place Jack had already chosen having loved the spot when he tended the gardens before working at the manor. Adam was hunched over in tears in Moham's office Monday morning having just heard the news. Harry stood there unsure what was going until Moham explained to him that he was to accompany Adam and him on Friday to a funeral. Harry learnt that Adam had been having a long term fling with Jack for years whenever they could meet up. Harry brought Adam back to his flat and spent the evenings comforting and talking with him. They left Chelsea helipad just after lunchtime on Friday, Adam over the initial shock was pretty much back to himself and the helicopter landed just before 1pm. Conrad heard it arriving having no idea who it was and cared even less. The small private funeral would be a few people who Jack had been acquainted with, having been disowned by his family years ago he made strict instructions his family were not to be invited or told. Moham was first out of the helicopter and walked over to meet Simon, Adam got out and held Harry back for a moment. "Harry this will be hard but you must hold in any anger towards Simon" Adam said looking him in the eye. Harry looked towards Simon "There is no more anger Adam" he said "I don't want to speak to him". Adam shook his head "Harry you must at least be pleasant to him, Moham is friends both personally and business with him" he warned Harry. Harry nodded but unable to stop himself he gave Simon daggers when they looked at each other, this was the reason why Simon never had guys back that he had converted or stealthed. Simon though smirked and ignored him instead he went over to Adam and hugged him commenting he had been away too long from the manor and should visit. Simon couldn't help notice that Harry kept glancing out of the window like he was looking for someone. Conrad showered and got a black shirt and trousers out, it was the best he could do not having a proper suit for this type of occasion. He had already decided to skip the service and wait until the funeral party left then he would say his good bye to Jack alone. The limousine left the manor behind the hearse followed by a second one with Harry and Adam. Simon looked to number 8 and told the driver to wait a moment to see if Conrad would appear but it was quiet, a few ladies down the road had turned out to watch despite the cold wind blowing. "Who are you waiting for?" Moham asked Simon. "Hmm" Simon said "Oh, the lad Jack was teaching thought he might be attending" he replied. Moham nodded "Did I see him at the last party?" he asked. Simon shook his head "No, Conrad kept clear" he said. "Conrad?" Moham said looking at him "does he know Harry?" he asked. "I don't know" Simon replied glancing at him "he is a bit of a country boy, dam good fuck though". Moham chuckled "I am sure Harry told me he was in the garden when we left" he added looking at number 8. "Maybe they do know each other" Simon said trying to think back if Conrad had ever mentioned him. "If it is him he screamed a lot when I broke him in" Moham said smiling. Simon laughed "Anyway he is not talking to me at the moment" he said grinning. "Not another one" Moham said looking at Simon nodding "he was straight when I did him" Moham added. "Not so straight now Moham, he had sex with Jack in the greenhouse quite a few times" Simon informed him. Moham chuckled "Amazing what a little money will do to straight lads" he chuckled "brings out their gay side". Simon laughed "You are kidding me?" he asked "he was an escort in London?". "Far from it" Moham replied "but dangle a tempting carrot and well they come back for more very quickly". "What's the deal with you and this Harry then?" Simon asked wondering why he brought Harry with him. Moham smiled "Works for me as my assistant" he replied "and I am very fond of him". Simon turned to look at him "Adam's replacement?" he asked smiling "have you freed him up?". Moham laughed "I knew you still had a soft spot for Adam" he said "and he has a soft spot for Harry". Simon sat back smiling "Complicated lives they lead" he remarked. "Harry is in love with Conrad" Moham said "has been since the day they first met". Simon looked in surprise "Really?" he replied. Moham nodded "He thinks I don't know but I can see the hurt in his eyes when he thinks about him". "Well maybe Harry and you should come stay more often" Simon suggested "see if they can sort it out". Moham sat back "Looks like you have new neighbours Simon" he said nodding to the removals truck unloading. Simon looked "Number 3, I never heard it was up for sale" he replied tapping for the chauffeur to drive on. The Egginghams who lived at number 3 didn't even have time to get the for sale sign up, their house was purchased within the day of going on sale two months ago and now they had moved out and the Emir family were moving in, the mother was looking at the hibiscus bed out of the front when she noticed the limousine waiting outside number 8. Jamal her son walked over interested in seeing what was going on. Your typical 19 year old rebellious teenager, Jamal stood at five feet ten inches with jet black hair that was unruly and unkept. Deep brown eyes and his left eyebrow was pierced, he was attractive despite his unkept appearance by letting his hair do whatever it wanted. His skin a very subtle tanned shade of northern Morocco, his mother married a Moroccan business man and Jamal had inherited his fathers hair, eyes, cock and body type. His body was slim and tight with a perfect muscle definition that never changed no matter what he ate, his shining glory was the eight inches of thick prime meat. He was very proud of his ancestry but preferred to go by the name of Jam and was very English by nature. Over the past year at the all boys boarding school Jamal had found a use for his cock bedding quite a few of the other closet cases. He never classed himself as gay and a hole was just a hole for him to stick his cock in and get some pleasure. "Assume that must be there son" Simon said his eyes lighting up. Moham burst out laughing "Simon can you not think of anything else" he said. Simon smiled "You know me Moham!" he said as the limousine passed the gates on to the main road. Exiting from the limousines the 10 or so people congregated Harry avoiding Simon much as possible stood on his own whilst Adam and Moham chatted to the other guests, no one made any mention of Conrad but Simon was frequently looking around to check if he turned up. Conrad left home and noticed the removal van in the driveway of number 3, there was no one around when he walked past so Conrad continued on his way. He arrived just as the coffin was being carried out of the church to the graveyard, he waited out of sight from the group now congregating around the grave. Conrad recognised the Arab guy and there walking behind him with a tallish very attractive guy was Harry, his heart felt like it sank in his chest seeing him again. Harry looked very smart in his black suit and Conrad couldn't work out why he would be travelling with the Arab man, surely Harry didn't know Jack so why would he be here. He waited patiently and watched the coffin being lowered wiping his eyes, Simon took a handful of dirt from the pot and dropped it on the coffin now hidden from view. He watched Harry watching Adam and Moham grabbing some dirt and letting it fall on to the coffin, they stood silently for a moment. Conrad blinked back more tears and watched the group slowly turn and head back to the church, Simon stood there alone for a moment. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Simon and wanted to go over and hug him, to make everything alright. Simon turned and walked slowly back towards the church, Conrad stepped out and walked over feeling the cold February wind against his face. He stood and looked down in to the grave at the beautiful white coffin, he couldn't hold back anymore and stood with his head in his hands sobbing trying to keep the noise down. Simon and the group came out of the church and started heading back towards the limousines, he took a look over at the grave and saw the lonely figure with his head in his hands crying. A tear trickled down Simon's face seeing Conrad so heartbroken. "Go ahead guys" Simon said quickly wiping his eyes and holding back. Harry turned to look "Conrad" he muttered quietly. Moham held him back "Let Simon go an talk to him please Harry" he said holding Harry's arms Adam looked at the back of Conrad "My god he looks devastated". "He knew Jack from 7 years old apparently, Simon told me they had a very close friendship" Moham said. Simon stopped few meters away hearing Conrad talking to Jack 'I will never forget you Jack, you showed me so many wonderful things and made me fall in love with plants and you in a way. Who would have thought the 7 year old me would end up being your friend, certainly not either of us I think. I wanted something to remember you by so I will get that scorpion tattoo you have on your arm done on mine, it is the right thing to do as it will remind me of the pain you have put me through this week' Conrad stopped and wiped his eyes that seemed to stream constantly. He cleared his throat 'Oh I brought you something I hope you will like it' Conrad took out thirteen hibiscus petals 'one petal for every year I knew you' he dropped them in one by one sobbing quietly again. Conrad pulled one hibiscus flower out of his pocket 'This to remind you where it all began, I picked it from the front gate of the manor but don't tell Simon' he dropped the flower in to the grave. Conrad knew this was his final farewell and he was getting so overwhelmed with grief, he fell to his knees and sobbed. Simon heartbroken by what he saw rushed forward. "Come on Conrad" Simon said helping him up wiping his own eyes "Jack would have loved that". Conrad turned to Simon and hugged him "I miss him Simon" he said breaking down again "my god I miss him". "I'm so sorry Conrad" Simon held him tighter "I know how much you meant to each other" Conrad nodded "I'm sorry for leaving you like that on Sunday" he said sniffing. "Doesn't matter Conrad, come back to the manor" Simon suggested. Conrad shook his head "No I don't think so I am a mess" he replied. Simon held Conrad back in his arms "I need you to come back with me Conrad" he said looking at him. "Its awkward" Conrad simply replied. "Ah" Simon said looking over at Harry "things are only awkward if you make them awkward Conrad". Conrad wiped his eyes "Yeah but I don't think Harry would see it that way" he said. Simon shook his head "It is not about Harry today, that is his problem to deal with" he said. "No" Conrad said "I want to stay here a while, talk to Jack and say good bye". They hugged allowing themselves a few minutes to grieve together in private holding hands, Simon seeing this as a little thawing between them. Harry stood by the limousine watching them whilst Moham and Adam watched Harry noticing how besotted he was and unable to take his eyes off Conrad. Adam finally got a view of Conrad, he was young and very attractive albeit full of sadness, Adam wiped Harry's face and kissed him on the cheek. Harry was beginning to get upset himself and would have loved nothing more than to go over and comfort Conrad, the reality was both of their encounters had not been overly friendly. "Okay so now I understand" Adam said putting his arm around Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at him "Understand what?" he asked. Adam nodded towards Conrad "Why don't you go over and say hello" he suggested. Harry shook his head "No, things never seem to go well when we meet" he said getting in to the limousine. Harry looked out the limousines window at Simon who was walking back alone, Conrad sat on one the chairs provided and stared in to the grave shutting the world out. Adam looked at Moham who looked at Simon who smiled briefly. "You alright Simon?" Moham asked looking concerned. "No" Simon replied looking back at Conrad "I am worried about Conrad it has hit him badly I don't know what to do for him". "Is he coming back to the manor?" Moham asked, Simon shook his head glancing back at Conrad again. "You two go with Harry in the limo" Adam said "let me go speak with him see if I can bring him around". "Good luck trying that" Simon said walking towards the limousine "he doesn't like me much at the moment". Adam walked over and sat next to him "So you knew Jack then?" he asked Conrad staring at the coffin. Conrad nodded "I knew every nook and cranny of his body" Adam said "I guess you would have been 11 at the time". "I never saw you" Conrad said raising his head looking at Adam "he never spoke of anyone else". Adam smiled "No he wouldn't have, but he spoke of you constantly, the budding flower he called you". Conrad smiled for once "So many times he would rape me in the greenhouse" Adam said lovingly. Conrad chuckled "You as well" he said "I'm Conrad" he held out his hand and Adam took it. "Adam" he replied smiling at Conrad "It was your 16th birthday when he immortalised you" Adam said. "Sorry?" Conrad asked looking confused by his statement. Adam smiled "He had a flower tattooed on his arm with your initial" he told Conrad "next to mine with cupid". Conrad got his phone out and looked at the picture he took "Oh my god" he said noticing it again. Exactly how Adam described it there it was "I was with him the day he got it done" Adam said. "Were you in love with each other?" Conrad asked. Adam smiled "God yes but we are chalk and cheese and it would never have worked living together" he said. "Oh I see" Conrad said then chuckled again "he liked it rough, weirdly it was very passionate". Adam smiled and lifted his jacket sleeve to show his wrist "You have the J and cupid tattooed" Conrad said. "Yes" Adam replied pulling his sleeve down "you should get the J and flower tattooed" he suggested. Conrad nodded "Thank you for showing me that and yes I will along with scorpion I liked" he said. Adam smiled "That dam scorpion he loved that tattoo. How about we get it done together?" he asked. "Yes" Conrad said immediately "my parents will freak out but I need to do it". Adam put his arm around Conrad and kissed him on the cheek "Come back to the manor with me". Conrad shook his head "No I can't" he replied thinking of Harry. "Yes you can" Adam said standing up "Harry is quite upset seeing you like this". Conrad stood up "I know when I am beaten" he said looking at the coffin "see you in a month". Conrad wiped his eyes and Adam put his arms around him shedding a few tears "Bye my lover" Adam said. Adam walked with his arm around Conrad and sat him in the limousine for the short drive back to Hibiscus Manor. Conrad sat in silence lost in his own thoughts holding Adam's hand providing much comfort that he needed right now. He had no idea what to say to Harry or even if he wanted to talk to him. Slowly he walked through the doors in to the library that doubled up as a formal room and one that he had never see before. Simon smiled seeing Conrad walk in with Adam and picked up a glass for champagne for them both, he briefly caught Harry's eye having to look away for fear of another embarrassing episode with him. Simon tapped his glass and the rest of the group stopped talking and looked towards Simon 'Gentlemen, it has been one of the hardest few weeks I have had to endure and I know how fond of Jack many of you were. I thought I was prepared for this eventuality but I learned that no matter what love you had your heart breaks you in pieces. Some more so and I speak of the two people who meant the world to Jack. Adam who sneaked in to the greenhouse when he thought no one was looking and always returned looking like he had been dragged through a bush after, he was the only person Jack ever considered a lover. Secondly 13 years ago Jack found a renewed love for life when an annoying 7 year old got his hands dirty one Saturday helping Jack at the gates of the manor. Sneaking him in to the grounds behind my back, Conrad grew up and found a passion for horticulture that Jack helped nurture and taught him everything that he knew. Jack found a very real companion and friend in Conrad who today is now a stunning 20 year old man, despite his young age he turned out to be a very loyal friend. Jack often referred to him as his annoying adopted kid when he wouldn't shut up talking but also a budding flower when he was talking about Conrad which was constantly. I owe Conrad so much and he was here with me at Jack's passing. I know the next few weeks or months are going to be hard for some of us but Jack being Jack would have put a beer on the table and told us to get over it. To Jack who has found his peace'. Everyone raised their glasses and toasted Jack. Conrad slipped out of the room finding it unbearable and stood out in the damp cold air on the terrace overlooking the gardens, he found a little peace expecting this to be the last time he would ever see the gardens. Conrad turned hearing the study door open and Simon stepping out walking in his direction, he didn't say anything at first just kissed Conrad on the cheek. "Beautiful speech" Conrad said looking out over the gardens. "Thanks" Simon replied "almost forgotten how to make one" he chuckled. Simon put his arm around Conrad's shoulder "Adam told you about the tattoo I gather?" he asked. Conrad nodded "Why didn't you say anything?" he asked. "Didn't want to upset you Conrad" Simon replied "failed miserably at that" he stated taking a deep breath. Conrad looked out over the gardens "I still expect to see him popping up out of a flowerbed". "Yes I know I feel the same. I am here if you need a shoulder Conrad" Simon said sympathetically. Conrad smiled "The ever so elusive rich man" he chuckled "thank you". Simon smiled and looked at him "I hope that tattoo Jack had proved how much he thought of you". "Yes" he replied "and the scorpion tattoo what does that really mean?" Conrad asked looking at him. Simon glanced at Conrad "Partly his devious side and partly me" he replied. Conrad nodded and kissed Simon on the cheek "I shall miss this place" he said sighing. "Why?" Simon asked "you thinking of leaving Hibiscus Drive?". Conrad shrugged his shoulders "Well with Jack gone there is no reason to come here anymore". Simon smiled and looked at him "You better think again Conrad, you have to take over the gardens?" he said. Conrad looked at him "No I don't think it would be good idea" he replied. "Please Conrad you know how to look after the gardens and I trust you" Simon said looking him in the eye. Conrad shrugged his shoulders "I don't come cheap" he said wiping his eyes trying to make a joke. Simon hugged him "Yeah so I heard" he said chuckling fending off Conrad's play punches. "God does everyone know?" Conrad said laughing "one time" he said "one time". Simon laughed then went serious "I will pay you what I paid Jack £50k a year" he told Conrad. Conrad looked shocked "Okay but don't expect me to take over everything Jack did!" he smirked. "Agreed" Simon replied "what if I pay you?" he said laughing and walking off quickly. Conrad laughed and stepped off the terrace to take a walk around the gardens, he felt much happier walking amongst Jack's legacy, he was also starting to find himself at ease after the trauma of the week. Adam kept a careful eye on Conrad watching his chat with Simon, when he stepped off he terrace Adam walked over to Harry and whispered in his ear. Harry put his glass down and slipped out of the room on to the terrace spotting Conrad going behind one of the flowerbeds heading in the direction of the greenhouse. Slightly afraid of what Conrad might think he took baby steps and walked around the numerous flowerbeds until he spotted Conrad bending down pulling up a weed. He gulped unsure exactly what he was going to say or do now he was here standing several meters away from him. Conrad felt a presence behind him and turned around to see Harry standing there. Harry looked nervous "How is your cheek now?" he stuttered slightly. Conrad just looked at him "You stood me up and owe me a drink" Harry said trying to be light hearted. "I never stood you up Harry, you assumed I would be there" Conrad replied "I saw you here that weekend". "I know" Harry replied "I asked Moham to go back but he had some work in London". "I don't understand that message you sent me either" Conrad tried to explain. Harry looked down "I have tried to forget about you but I can't" he said with a sadness in his voice. Conrad stepped closer to Harry "What is it you want from me Harry?" he asked. "You don't get it do you" Harry replied staring at him "I fell in love with you that day I punched you". Conrad shook his head in bewilderment "Why?" he asked. "Conrad if I knew that I could put a stop to it" Harry replied "tell me if you want me to go". Conrad stood his heart racing "I..." he stopped talking confused by everything going on. Harry grabbed hold of Conrad and kissed him "Tell me you don't feel anything" he asked looking in his eyes. "I can't do this" Conrad said pushing him away "it frightens me, you frighten me" he said looking at Harry. Harry turned to walk away angry at himself opening up to him "Wait" Conrad called after him. Harry stopped "No Conrad, this gets harder every time and you keep rejecting me" he said walking off. Conrad screamed and walked off angry at himself more than anything at his own failing to commit to one simple thing. Adam watched from the window and shook his head, Moham patted him on the shoulder indicating they should leave before things really blew up between Harry and Conrad. "I just don't get it Moham" Adam said "they are both crazy for each other but can't see it". Moham looked at Adam "I am the last person to give advice on this sort of thing" he admitted chuckling. Harry stormed in a sat in a chair wiping his eyes "Come on Harry" Adam said "we are leaving". Conrad watched them walk across the lawn with Simon until the helicopter took off. Simon stood for a moment then headed towards the greenhouse where Conrad stood like he was cowering behind the bush. He put his arm around Conrad and took him up to the manor, darkness was filling the sky and Conrad leaned in closer to Simon who responded with a comforting squeeze. "Do you feel like eating?" he asked Conrad quietly. Conrad shook his head "Not really" he replied still watching the lights of the helicopter fading. "Harry is crazy about you Conrad" Simon said in quiet voice "and I see you are not far off either". Conrad nodded "I know Simon, that is what frightens me to admit the whole thing" he said. "Commitment is hard Conrad no one can tell you it is easy" Simon explained "you have to want it". Simon was feeling the cold "Come on lets go inside" he suggested. Conrad looked at him for a moment in silence "Can I stay the night with you?" he tentatively asked. Simon looked shocked initially and stared at him "Yes of course you can" he replied. Conrad smirked "I am hoping you will take advantage of me" he said almost teasing Simon. "You have to be kidding me!" Simon said looking at him like he was crazy then chuckled "like I need asking twice" he said. Simon made a pretence of wanting to hug Conrad, putting his arms low around Conrad's body and pulling him off his feet and flinging the unsuspecting lad over his shoulder carrying him inside and up the staircase to the master bedroom. Closing the doors with one hand he moved over to the bed dropping Conrad roughly. Using his feet Conrad kicked his shoes off and started undoing his trousers watching Simon who was already half naked throwing his clothes on the floor. Simon leant down and yanked Conrad's trousers and under wear off whilst he undid his shirt, his heart racing in anticipation watching Simon rubbing his already erect cock. Conrad looked up "Go easy with me" he said kneeling up on the bed. Simon pushed Conrad down on to his back again "Not a chance, you are in my bedroom, my rules". He squealed in excitement being aggressively twisted over on to his stomach, the weight of Simon bore down on him immediately followed by the sharp pain reeling through his arse. Simon penetrated his arse in one swoop and started ramming in and out with a purpose. Conrad cried out in agony at first his legs and arms pinned to the bed by Simon and his arse pushing up when Simon ground his cock jabbing away at his insides. His mouth telling him to stop, his arse telling him to continue. Simon pulled Conrad up to knees and leaning across the young body he slipped his arm around Conrad's waist holding him on his cock. Simon took a pleasurable moment holding Conrad's hips and looking down and whiteness of his arse stretched open around his cock. Pulling all the way out he watched the hole close up almost immediately twitch as the muscles relaxed. Slowly nudging his cock up against Conrad's hole again he delicately and slowly pushed forward watching the hole stretch lovingly around the head of his cock then pulling out again watching it close. Pushing forward again slowly Conrad gasped and moaned from the teasing his hole was undergoing, Simon repositioned his hands and thrusted forward with speed slamming the entire length in to Conrad's body, his hands holding Conrad's hips in place. Pulling all the way out he watched the hole shrink twitching all the while it closed up. Simon smiled at the perfect sight 'God I love your arse' he said slamming his cock back in watching his back arch up in pleasure. He leaned over Conrad's body and secured his arm around the waist holding him in place. His arse ground back on Simon's cock in defeat, he kissed Conrad on the neck and slowly fucked him for nearly two hours, switching positions and locations in the bedroom. His arse never more than ten seconds without Simon's cock inside him, he had Conrad in his arms standing up and facing him, legs wrapped around his waist. Simon's hands clasped under his buttocks lifting them up and down on his cock. Their mouths locked together in a deep kiss. Simon lowered him down on the bed keeping hold of Conrad he penetrated deep and furiously fucked him, his body tensed pushing deeper and holding Conrad tighter. Simon gasped and grunted loud and hard releasing days of pent up toxic laden seed in to Conrad's arse, streaming from his cock in thick ribbons each one pushing the previous one deeper. Under him Conrad closed his eyes feeling Simon's orgasm through his entire body with dutiful force behind it, no deviousness, no trickery, it was a clean and clear breeding that he felt Simon needed. He looked down and kissed Conrad gently massaging the seed deeper inside him. His legs closing around Simon's waist locking him in position, his heels pushing in to Simon's lower back driving his cock deeper. Conrad felt a drop land on his cheek and it a took a moment to realise it was a tear from Simon, he kissed and held him tightly around the neck hugging him. "Are you okay?" Conrad asked stroking his neck. Simon pulled himself up "Yes" he said looking sad "it reminded me so much of Jack he use to do the exact same thing". Conrad sat up "Do what?" he asked looking questionably at him. Simon smiled "Put his legs around me and dig his heels in holding he deep inside". Conrad laid back down and stroked his own chest watching Simon "I'm not going to replace him" he said. "No one can replace Jack" Simon replied running his hand along Conrad's leg "Thank you I needed this". Conrad looked up at Simon "I still don't forgive you though for what you did" he said. Conrad reached up and pulled Simon back on to the bed entwinning themselves together kissing and caressing each other, falling asleep just after 4am. They lost count after the fifth time fucking with Conrad unable to fathom out how Simon could just keep going like a cum producing machine, their bodies exhausted Conrad laid in Simon's arms resting peacefully.

Yeah, I wrote about the lad at the carwash and eventually getting him to my house...awesome.took months though. Only time at home was years ago, by a joiner, young lad, lots of flirting on my side, quiet periods, I felt comfortable as we got talking about strange places he works in, asking him if he is on contract to authority and has to repair gloryholes in public toilets that are needing repair. He said, alot of his work is fixing public areas, shop window board ups etc, he said a lot of mens toilets are disgusting, smells, writing on walls etc and holes between the walls are sometimes hugh. I said half jokingly, sorry I gave you work, but i loved making glory holes in the toilets and i made a lot of Men happy and grinned, he just looked at me. He then moved onto another conversations, but strangely went back to the glory conversation and asked me if I was jesting earlier, I asked would he report me if I wasnt. He laughed and said no, but asked sarcastically , ok why are some holes massive, i said, so I can get fucked through them. He looked at me again. Quiet time followed, later he asked me if I was taking the piss? I asked if he wanted to find out? What do you think happened? Seriously, many years ago, but true..

Actually prep was created as a prophylactic for sero discordant couples not to be a slut lol. Sluts just opportunized on it. Knowledge is power. Keep on slutting

I found that PrEP enhanced my sex drive. Before going on PrEP I had started intermittently barebacking, usually in response to a hookup’s preference or in heat of the moment, but I’d still carry condoms and was still in a condom mindset so didn’t get the full benefit of barebacking i.e. wasn’t spontaneous and stressed out over the raw sex (asking guys to pull out before cumming etc.). After PrEP I fully relaxed over the skin on skin and really enjoyed it. It’s undoubtedly liberated my sex life and, in addition to an increase in sex, all raw, over the 3 or 4 years on PrEP I’ve tried many things for the first time (orgies, sex parties, fisting, videoing sex, hookup apps, sex club, blindfolded anonymous sex). There’s no strict connection with PrEP but for me anyway it was my connection into a more varied sex life.

. “ Looks like my oldest son is a bugchasing faggot“ I said, grabbing a single ankle, jerking him to the edge of the bed and rolling up on top of him so that he was pinned underneath me. I was not in control anymore of my lust. My son started to struggle, pushing against my chest. "Stop" he said, "stop. Dad stop. You're hurting me." I had rolled over on top of him so he couldn't move his body very well. He couldn't wriggle out from under me. It took both hands to hold him down. "You're my little faggot boy" I sneered. "You need some more cum up that little fagget ass. Daddy's cum. I'm going to give you the seed that made you. Going to fuck you hard load that ass. Work that demon fucker's seed up into you real good. Make sure you get the AIDS you wanted." "Dad stop! Dad stop. Don't do this." He was struggling hard, pushing against me and my grip on his arms was beginning to loosen. I couldn't let my little faggot boy go. Something dark swept over me, and I knew instinctively just what to do. I let go of his arms for a moment and moved my hands to his throat. I closed my strong hands around his throat and squeezed, hard. His face immediately started turning red. His begging stopped. He couldn't speak. All he could do was make grunting sounds. His hands went to mine. He was struggling now just to breathe, just to get at my hands off of his throat. His body was still and tensed, he was so focused on moving my hands so he could breathe. I shifted my weight moving my right hand off his throat, shifting my left hand over and pressing down even harder. With my right hand I reached into the pocket of my shorts and grab a bottle of poppers. My son's face was starti to turn a bright shade of red. His struggling seemed to be growing weaker. I threw the popper bottle in the bed shifted my shorts down to where they fell off my ass and I pulled the side of the jockstrap around so my cock flipped free. In one swift motion, I'm not sure exactly how I did it but I found his whole. I shoved my hard dripping, cock deep into his hole in a single stroke. My son groaned. His struggling grew weaker. He was about to pass out. Something dark, something sinister, had possessed me. I started pounding his ass as his attempts to move my hands grew weaker and weaker. I was choking my own son out. I didn't know if I could stop. His ass felt so good,so smooth, so slick from all the cum he had taken earlier. His hands dropped from my arms and I released his throat. I pulled out of his ass and roughly flipped him over onto his stomach. Then I jumped back on top of him and shoved my cock back up his ass again. He was no longer struggling, he was gasping just trying to get his breath. I just kept pumping that beautiful ass thinking to myself, "take my cock little faggot. Take my seed. I want to give your ass to the dark side. You need to become a servant of the dark. We need to spread AIDS around to anyone you can convince to fuck you." I kept sliding in and out of his ass. Shoving my cock all the way in and grinding around. He was beginning to come back around. He started muttering "No dad. No dad stop. You're hurting me Dad." I reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair. I jerked his head back. And held it there. With the other hand I grabbed the bottle poppers and twisted the lid off. Holding his head all the way back I put my one hand over his mouth to hold his head back with the other hand I put the popper bottle under his nose and I held it there. I wouldn't let him move away. I held it there for what seems like an eternity. He breathed in those fumes over and over again. And finally his resistance faded. His begging me to stop turned into begging me to keep on. He was moaning like a little whore. "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck my dirty ass. it was me at the bathroom. I'll let that guy with AIDS fuck me up the ass. I wanted his seed, Daddy. I want your seed Daddy. I let other guys fuck me too. 4 guys fucked me in that bathroom. All of them had AIDS." I hit the popper bottle myself deep and hard. I was ramming my cock deep into his ass. I was not in control of myself Suddenly my son thrusted gis hips back against me. I knew he was unloading. Coming all over the bed underneath him. That was enough to push me over the edge. I pushed into him one more time deep as I could. Violently as I could. And unleashed all of the seed I had built up over the evening sucking cock and taking cock up my ass at the porno store. I wanted my seed deep in my boy's ass. My own son carrying my DNA along with the AIDS he had already taken. I seemed to cum and cum and cum. I never come that hard or that long in my whole life. At some point it stopped, my cock still buried deep in his ass. I collapsed onto his back. He was breathing but silent and still. He was utterly quiet. It seems like he was going back to sleep. Or maybe he just passed out. I felt numb. I felt like I was watching all this from outside myself. My cock slipped out of his ass and cum dribbled down onto the sheets. I stepped back. I looked at my son's beautiful body lying there still and quiet. I imagined for just a brief moment that I had fucked him to death. I shook my head and stepped off the bed. I stroked his ass softly and ran my hand down his leg. I was like a zombie at this point. Numb. It was like I was watching everything from outside my own body. I gathered up all the clothes. Picked up the bottle of poppers. Put them on his nightstand. I walk through the house to the laundry room and started the laundry. Then I went to my bedroom and stepped into my shower. I cleaned myself for I don't know how long. Next thing I knew I was in bed and it took like two seconds for me to fall asleep. To become unconscious. Hours later I woke and had to take a piss. As I came to consciousness I realized that my son was in bed with me. He was curled up next to me. His back against my chest. I slipped quietly out of the bed and went to the bathroom and did my business. When I came back, i slipped back behind him. Reach my arm over and pulled him close. He snuggled in and we fell asleep. I was awakened again about 1 the next afternoon. My phone was vibrating on this table next to the bed. I slipped out quietly and picked up the phone. It was the hospice it was time. I woke my son I told him we had to go. We both dressed quietly separately. On the way to the hospice my son reached over and took my hand. "Dad" he whispered. I turned and looked at him and said "I'm really sorry son..." He said don't be. "That was the most amazing, hottest thing that ever happened to me. You don't know this, but I've been fucking around since I was 13. It's okay. I don't think I'd ever do that again. But it was an absolutely amazing thing that we did. I'm hard now just thinking about it." I reached over and pulled his head over toward me and kissed him on the top of the head, a sweet paternal kiss. "I love you son" I said. "I love you too Dad" he responded. We drove the rest of the way in silence. We both knew we would talk about this at length later. it was the next day before we even got home again. We were both exhausted. My younger son and in-laws had shown up. My wife had passed. My younger son went home with the in-laws. My older son and I got home and ate in silence. And then went to bed... Together.

I have been with men that call it all three. I prefer to call it a pussy. That’s what all of my bottom friends call it too.

Use of force is essential. Giving my throat and airway to a man so that he can use it as cunt is an act of surrender made in exchange for experiencing the glory of his male power. I need to feel his hands tightly controlling my skull and watch him swell with pride in his penis as he chokes me on it, just because it feeds his ego.

So sad to see it close. Only discovered it for myself late last year and cursed all my prior wasted visits to Melbourne which hadn’t included Club 80. Visited Nud night - wow what a place, up there with Berlin’s Lab.oratory in my book. Also visited on a regular night, and while not as good as Nud night, took enough loads to make it a memorable night.

Great story! This is my dream come true! Wanna become a full-blown AIDS whore!

The Dragon Returns When I woke up the next day, I was hornier than ever. My thoughts of "just fuck one guy and I can make it a couple more weeks" were long gone and now I was back to my old pattern of needing some ass every day or two. All of those memories from the last time I was toxic and breeding neg guys were now flooding back. Officially, I only knew of four guys that I pozzed back then. All had begged me for it and I made sure that my bug would haunt them for the rest of their lives. There were countless others that had ghosted on me or just disappeared for a while, only to come back with a more positive status in their profiles. I never knew if it was my loads that did it or if their "no questions asked" attitude had caught up with them. Honestly, I didn't really care since they were just more sluts to fuck. As the morning went by, my brain was confused and battling itself. It was like the cartoon of the devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. "Stay home, watch porn and masturbate" my little angel told me, while the demon said "They don't care about the new virus, so giving them the old one won't matter." For an angel, he was pretty accepting of my depraved lifestyle, but the demon really told the truth as far as I was concerned. My dreams the night before had been filled with breeding the Italian otter with my hopefully potent seed, how he milked every drop into his unsuspecting pussy, the rough fuck with the college bug chaser and hearing him beg me to infect him. Stroking my cock in bed, I promised myself that I would be good today and stay at home. It was Friday though, and I really wanted to be the social creature I had been a few months ago. I showered and logged on to see what surprises awaited from work. My phone chirped, buzzed and oinked all morning long and I only looked at the emails and texts from my co-workers. That was until I got an email from one of the hookup sites that said I had 7 new messages waiting. Time for lunch, I told myself as I sipped the last of my coffee. I washed the cup and made myself a sandwich before I grabbed my personal laptop and opened it up. I had a folder of sites that I frequented and it was easy to open them all up at once. I found the one that had emailed me earlier and logged in. Five of the messages were from one guy, another was from a monthly party that said that they were cancelled until further notice and the last was from a younger guy judging by the little profile pic. I deleted the party message and looked at the ones from the chatty guy. One of those was the "unlocked pic" message, another was a nudge message showing me he was interested without wasting his limited messages, so that only left three of his to read. I took a look at his profile and it really wasn't the type of guy I was into. The body, ass and cock shots he had were that of a late 40's white guy and his profile screamed vanilla bottom. I read the messages though, because sometimes the profile is generic to not rule anyone out and the private messages show the true slut that he is... or confirms my original thought. The first one actually surprised me, saying "Hey. I think you live in my building. 1530? gr8 profile." It got me curious enough to open the next message he sent. "Looking to try some kinkier stuff. Think u can blow my mind?" I sighed and realized my first impression was true - he's a vanilla not-quite-daddy who's horny enough to say he'll do anything to get laid. I hit 'next' to see his last message and chuckled as I read it "want my 1st poz load and wud love it from a guy like u." His messages were spaced out over the past two days, so its not like he got horny and flooded me with his messages. He'd been thinking about this. The last message had me thinking and it took me a few seconds before I realized that I had never updated my profile on this site - it still said "undetectable". Even in normal times I wouldn't want to spend the time trying to find what kinks that a guy was into. Let someone more patient deal with that shit. The guys I hooked up with usually fell into two groups - experienced kinksters and naive guys that don't realize what they are getting into until it's too late. Hitting 'next' I got to the last of my unread messages. "Hey, we hooked up a couple times. Hope we can do it again soon since we're only 7 floors away" said the last one. I looked at the profile (cndragonboy) and remembered the guy. He was a few years younger than me, a good fuck, loved to take it rough and even liked some piss play. My mind spun trying to remember what he looked like until I remembered his face. He was Asian, I think... Yeah, Chinese with a cool dragon tattoo on his arm. It had been about a year since we last met up so I thought he might be a good possibility. I sent him a reply "when? could be fun" and then went back to the older guy's message. My thoughts were all over the place and I figured I should at least send a reply since he was so persistent. "Should I or shouldn't I?" I thought as my dick got hard in my sweat pants. The scene from his last message was about the only one I would consider, but the question was how to approach my lack of meds. "Might as well push him into the deep end of the pool" I mused. Hitting the reply button, I typed out "U sure? it leads to really risky things" and hit send. I figured I would ignore the general kink issue and just play the poz fuck one. Clicking on the "my profile" section of the site, I clicked the "ask me" button under status and saved it. Closing the laptop, I headed back to my desk to deal with work. The afternoon seemed to go by quick and when things wound down with work, I looked at my phone. Among the spam messages was an alert that I had another new message on the hookup site. Grabbing my personal laptop again, I logged back in to see who had replied or if it was someone else. Dragonboy had replied only a few minutes after I had closed the laptop earlier. "horny af, but need 2b safe. u got mask?" was his reply. I assumed that he wanted to fuck today or tomorrow, but I really wasn't sure. I had a couple cloth masks but so far hadn't used them. Wanting to clarify what he meant by "safe", I sent back "mask? yes, condoms never." To kill a little time in case he replied right away again, I looked around the site to see who else was on. There was the usual mix of eye candy and psychos, all going crazy without sex. It only took a few minutes and I had a reply. "ok. 2nite? 7? roommate at work until 8. 4C" was all his message said. He must want it bad but the whole mask thing seemed odd. "Don't breathe on me but shoot your poz load inside" seemed pretty contradictory. I replied "ok" and left the laptop open. Heading to the bathroom, I showered again and then dressed in some loose track pants and a tee. Looking at the clock, I sat down on the sofa and surfed a little bit until it was time to head down to his condo. I tried to remember what he liked but he blurred into the hundreds of guys I had fucked in the past year. Checking my phone, I opened up the note I kept that had a list of the better fucks I'd had to see if I had put him in there. "Bingo!" I said to myself as I found his login name. The comment after his name had me hard almost immediately. "btm, on prep, slut. likes: rough, piss, poz talk, breeding. No: A2M" At five minutes to seven, I got up and grabbed my spare door key and the mask. I put the mask on and walked down the hall toward the stairwell, hiding the key in the fake plant decorating the hallway. A few more steps and I opened the stairwell door and took the stairs down to the fourth floor. Right at seven, I knocked on his door and a few seconds later he opened it. The blue mask covered most of his face, but I could see his eyes and they were looking right back at me intensely. Besides the mask, he had a towel wrapped around his waist but nothing else. There was a sheen of moisture on his chest and arms and the dragon tattoo looked as sexy as ever. I could see the beginnings of another large tat on his other arm. He grabbed my hand without saying a word and dragged me back to his bedroom. On the way there I pulled my tee off and once inside the bedroom I tugged on his towel. He stood there almost totally naked and I wished I could see the expression on his face. There was some lube on the table next to the bed which I grabbed with one hand while pushing him on the bed with the other. He whimpered as he hit the bed and then pushed his ass up. "On your back" I told him firmly. "No face to face. I already lost family to this damn virus" he said back to me apologetically. That was one of the few explanations I would accept from a bottom telling me no to such a simple request. "Yeah, I understand. Sorry about your family" I replied as I climbed on the bed. I was about to add some lube to his hole, but the reflection told me he had already taken care of it. "He was probably playing with a dildo to get ready for my dick" I said to myself, cocky as always. Pulling back on my foreskin, I revealed the rest of my flared head, and dragged it over his hole. The tip could feel him winking his sphincter on it and when he relaxed I pushed in. Damn, it felt good. There was the perfect amount of friction between my bare cock and his slick chute. When I got half way in, I looked down and saw some white froth squeeze out around my cock. The lube he gave me was clear, so it wasn't from one of those cum-like lubes. "You already got a load in there?" I asked. Through his moaning I heard a long drawn out "Yeah." I slapped his ass hard and told him "Fuck yeah you little slut!" I grabbed his hips and thrust in the most of the way, feeling the stranger's seed coat my cock. I moaned and ground my hips which were almost touching his ass. It felt like a big load and I was going to make full use of his well lubed hole. "Can't have been long ago" I said, rocking my hips and driving my cock in and out. "He just left" Dragonboy said. I smiled behind my mask and enjoyed knowing he was really being a slut today. A safe slut. The head of my cock was bumping against his inner ring and I was determined to break through. I kept thrusting against the barrier and on the seventh push I broke through. Dragon guy's arms spread out and his face was now planted on the bed. I could hear him scream into the bedding while his body shook. Pulling back, I came back through and then pushed back in. I did this a few times until the battered ring let my cock slip in and out almost like his outer ring. Once I had full access to his ass, I began long stroking him. Pulling almost out and then driving back in balls deep. "Like that poz dick deep inside you?" I asked. "Oh fuck... I forgot you're poz" he said and a few moments later "God that feels good." We fucked like this a little while, churning up the load inside him and adding my precum to the mix. I pounded him harder and his moans got louder. "Oh god yeah, pound my neg pussy" he begged and I drilled faster. It felt so good, but I didn't want to shoot right away, I gave him a few hard thrusts and slowed way down. He whimpered again, obviously wanting me to keep going. I shifted and got up on one foot, digging my cock into his hole in a new direction. He started pushing back, trying to get my cock deeper but I needed to keep it slow and shallow to get back from the edge. I even pulled out and slapped my dick over his hole to make it last longer. A few moments after I calmed down, I crouched behind him and slid back in. He did have a good hole and it was even better with some anonymous load in it. I drilled his ass slowly, not as hard as I was before but with a firm stroke. The slap as our bodies came together filled the room and got louder and then faster. Dragonboy never really complained, but I knew he felt every single thrust. I chuckled when I looked down and saw my trimmed pubes now covered in a froth from the cum I'd fucked out of his hole. Suddenly, I stopped drilling his ass and left just the uncovered head of my cock inside his hole. He whimpered, and I knew he wanted to feel a cock drilling his ass again. I slammed in once, grinding my hips on his smooth, hairless ass. Pulling back slowly I slammed in again and got him to grunt. My hands held firm on his hips and then I slammed in a third time, driving easily past his inner ring. The fourth time, I forced him flat on the bed. We laid there a moment, him spread out against the bed and me on top of him filling his ass with my bare, poz cock. He wiggled his ass a few times, but I made him wait a little longer before the last fucking of the night and his eventual breeding. I pushed myself up and left my left hand between his shoulder blades, pinning him to the bed. My hips started to roll and slowly I built up a good rhythm. Just as I was about to pick up the pace and breed dragonboy, I heard a sound behind me. Glancing back, I saw a guy about the same height as dragonboy, but thinner. A mask covered most of his face but I could see those brown Asian eyes staring at us. He had his pants pulled down with his cock in his hand and was stroking to the same pace as I was fucking. "Fuck" I said and quickly dragonboy looked back. "Oh shit, its my roommate" he said. I guess we had gone longer than planned and he got home and caught us. I really didn't want to stop and it didn't seem that his roommate was bothered by us fucking. I kept up and was kind of excited by having an unexpected audience. After a few more quick thrusts, my cock was spewing several spurts of cum into dragonboy's ass. There wasn't a lot of the previous guy's cum left in there, but I was sure adding a lot of my own. "Take that fuckin' poz load" I grunted as the last few shots of cum pumped into him. With the last shot fired off, I slowly pulled out. I caught my breath and then looked back at his roommate. "Get your clothes off and get on the bed. And show me that ass" I said to the roommate. Dragonboy chuckled and said "My cousin doesn't know a lot of English. He just got here a year ago." He translated and I was surprised how quickly his roommate obeyed. He smiled at me as he hurried over to the bed and climbed on, next to dragonboy. He was now completely naked except for the mask. His skin was smooth with only a small patch of pubic hair and some tufts of hair under his arms. Dragonboy said a few things to his roommate, who nodded and then reached back and spread his ass for me. His skin was about the same shade as dragonboy, but lighter than mine and his hole looked like it was about virgin tight. "He hasn't been fucked much, so go easy. I sold his virginity last summer and he's only had a couple cocks since" dragon boy told me. This wasn't really what I was expecting, but who was I to say no. With my mask in place and it sounded like spit wasn't allowed, so I grabbed the lube bottle. Dripping some above the roommate's hole, I fingered it in. He let out a moan and I added a little more lube. My cock still had a sheen of cum over it so I didn't bother to add any unnatural lube to it. He was still spreading his butt so I moved closer and dragged my cock along his taint up to my fingers that were still in him. Quickly, I swapped fingers for cock and he instantly let me know he felt the difference. He only had the tip inside and I knew he wasn't expecting something quite so thick. I gave him a moment and then worked my dick in deeper. He was obviously uncomfortable but I kept hearing dragonboy tell him something in Chinese which seemed to calm him down. He was tight. Probably one of the tightest that I had ever successfully got my dick into. I worked it deeper inside, only a centimeter at a time, and it took a while before he was nearly impaled on my cock. My hands were on his shoulders and I could feel him quiver beneath them. I started to pump in and out and I could sense him stifling his screams. Dragonboy watched me and his nodding head and the strokes he gave his cock told me everything. He enjoyed watching guys fuck his cousin and I wondered if he ever had the pleasure of being one of the few guys that had fucked him. The longer I plowed, the more my precum filled his hole and the easier it was to drive my cock deeper. I had no delusions of getting my full cock into him, but I was intent on dumping my second load of the night inside him after a good fuck. I knew I wasn't going to last long, I always seemed to shoot my second load shortly after my first. The fact that it was a different guy and almost a virgin didn't help, either. I tried all sorts of tricks to delay my orgasm but still keep my dick hard. I drilled slower than I had with dragonboy but after ten minutes I needed to nut. The harder I fucked, the more dragonboy encouraged me. "Wreck his hole" then "Breed his ass" and "Knock him up good" were only part of his commentary. I grabbed on to his hips and shoved in deep as my cock unleashed its second load of the night. While dragonboy was on prep, the chances his cousin was also were slim and my toxic load was filling him up. His formerly tight ass was now soaking up my viral sperm and the thought helped me shoot a few extra spurts into him. I left my dick inside a few more moments before pulling out and watching his bruised ring slowly close. The cum that dripped out showed just how badly I had wrecked his hole and it made me smile. He was going to feel this fuck for a few days and hopefully for a lifetime. Looking over, I had been there almost two hours. I climbed off the bed and dragonboy tossed me a towel to clean my cock off. The red stains on the white towel let us all know how bad I had wrecked his hole, just like dragonboy wanted. His cousin was now laying on the bed, whimpering in pain. Standing next to the bed, dragonboy looked back at me and said "I wasn't planning on this but it was damn hot." I nodded and grabbed my tee and track pants and pulled them on. My body was sweaty but I knew it was one of the best workouts I'd had this month. I began to walk toward the front door and when we got there, dragonboy said "That was fuckin' great. Thank god you're on meds, though. I stopped prep since I wasn't going to be fucking, but I just couldn't take it any more and needed to feel a cock in me." I chuckled louder than I should have as we got to the front door. I opened it and walked into the hallway and turned back. As the door was almost closed I said "I ran out of meds a month ago."

In order to help us advise you further, it may be helpful for us to know exactly what YOU want out of a relationship with an older man. One thing is for sure, older men come with ‘baggage’, emotional and otherwise, and usually lots of it. Unless you live under a rock, you just don’t get through life without accumulating baggage along the way- the older you get, the more you acquire. It always makes me laugh when I see profiles from younger guys that specify “no dramas” or “no baggage” as if the ultimate goal in life is to sail through it looking cool in a pair of this season’s must-have shades, without anything ever happening to you, good or bad. Btw, I’m not saying that you are like this at all @Sunovabesh- your post is thoughtful and obviously borne out deep frustration. Also, don’t forget that a lot of older men grew up in a time when being gay was quite a lot harder than it is now, and this leaves scars. I’m not saying that it’s all smiles and roses for young people coming out today either- but it is something to bear in mind when confronted with the neuroses of my generation. Relationships are hard! Don’t give up and throw in the towel just yet. Enjoy your youth while you’ve got it- it doesn’t last long, and you’ll be joining us old boys on the bench opposite sooner than you think!

It's pretty hot to watch bois get their holes pozzed, not gonna lie... Would love to find more hot vids 😛😛 and maybe a load for my ass.

SSIR, I am privileged to serve YOU.

Too many to name. But being pissed on and bb’d by an older and younger Brad Pitt at the same time gets me hard

This is a crazy story, but my first watersports experience was during the first porn film I ever shot! I'd always wondered about WS and whether i'd like it, but when the director met with me a few days before (he lived fairly local) and told me the set up I was like, oh hell, can I really do this?! The next few days were spent pissing on myself in the shower as a kind of training. Anyway, the scene set up was that I owed a group of guys money that I didn't have so they were gonna fuck me, abuse me and piss all over me in punishment. I loved it. There was one point where a guy pissed all over my face, body, in my mouth, over my hair for what seemed like three minutes - he had a boner so that's probably what made the piss take so long! Since then I've never looked back, and enjoy getting pissed on and drinking from the tap whenever I can. I should say too that I only ended up doing a handful of porn films - I was a total tourist! - and most of them were pay-per-view that didn;t go anywhere. But this scene was for a Triga DVD, and it ended up going all over Europe!

6 loads deep in my guts - 1 from a buddy, 5 anon. About to play with my hole and taste the stranger's cum cocktail mix. Wonder how many were toxic.

Thanks! Really glad you enjoyed being in me and breeding my well used horsehole...and yeah. I can handle two at once too. ;-)

Film Was Called British Bareback Vacation (its available on paid download. cant find free link but at same time other scenes were done for at least one more film if not more. That other film was Brit Lads Bareback UK Teens Outdoors which can bee seen at xhamster named BBsluslam3 (cant seem to paste link)