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Since I was a child I lived in the same neighborhood, with the same neighbors. I played on the street with the usual people, until we grew up and moved away. All the houses in the neighborhood had a child my age, except that of the neighbor on the right, who lived alone. Everyone said he was gay, so no one came close to him. But I always thought they were envious, because he had the biggest house in the region, with a pool and everything. My parents always treated him well, invited him to my birthday parties and he gave me great gifts, so I was always courteous to him too. When I was fourteen, my mother was diagnosed with cancer, and it was Pablo, the neighbor, who took care of me while my father was in the hospital with her. In the two years that followed until the death of my mother, we created a bond almost like father and son. At that time, I already knew that he was really gay, I had met some of his boyfriends, and he was the first person to whom I told that I was also gay. What I didn't told him was that I had a secret crush on him, after all, a skinny teenager like me would never have a chance with a mature, 36-year-old man, wealthy and well resolved like him. I had already spent countless afternoons in the pool at Pablo's house, and when he went swimming with me, I would look at his strong, hairy body, with that big volume in his trunks and all the tattoos he had on his body. He told me to wear swim trunks, but I always wore shorts, so he wouldn't notice my erection. My father was very depressed after my mother's death and started drinking, so whenever I could, I would run away to Pablo’s. He had even given me a copy of his key, so I could come in and watch TV or use the computer when he was gone working. One day, as usual, I went to his house during his working hours, thinking it would be empty. I was starting to settle in the living room when I heard a groaning noise coming from his room. I went there in silence and came across a scene that left my jaw dropping. Pablo was fucking another man with all the pressure. The guy was under him, in a chicken position, while Pablo fucked him mercilessly. His hairy, juicy ass was in front of me, as were his huge balls. The guy moaned and screamed like he was in paradise. For a moment, I thought the man under him had seen me, because he whispered something in Pablo's ear after looking at the door. But I was well hidden in the shades and they just kept fucking, without looking in my direction. I was looking at that scene for some time, my dick exploding in my underwear, when I heard Pablo saying: “Do you want my cum?” ”Yes, I really want it”, the other man shouted in ecstasy. “And what kind of cum is it?”, asked Pablo. “It's poz cum.” "Say what you want then," ordered my neighbor. “I want you to poz me, to fill me with HIV.” Hearing that was strange. First, because I didn't know that my neighbor had HIV. Second, the other guy was getting fucked without a condom on purpose, literally begging to be infected. A few seconds after that, I heard Pablo howling, and I knew he was coming inside the passive's ass, injecting him with his virus-contaminated semen. I turned away in silence, left his house and ran to mine. My cock was still hard and drooling in my underwear, so I ran to the bathroom and touched myself remembering the scene I had just witnessed. I came as I never had in my life, I had to restrain myself from screaming otherwise I would get my dad's attention. I didn't fully understand why the guy wanted to be infected with a virus that had no cure, but I realized how that would feel in sex. Because it was bigger than just sex, they were creating a bond that would last until the end of their lives, something totally irreversible. I never mentioned any of that to anyone, obviously, because people would find it strange and try to get me away from Pablo. I continued to act normally with him, but in a way our relationship was no longer the same, because I knew his secret. The more the time passed, the more I understood the fetish that man had to be pozzed by my neighbor. It was literally putting your life in the hands of the other, and I didn't know a better person than my neighbor to have that kind of trust. I started researching the subject on the internet and discovered that there was a whole community with this type of fetish. The more videos I watched, the more I became horny about it. I even lost track of how many handjobs I gave myself imagining my neighbor doing that to me. It was in these researches that I discovered that a tattoo that he had just above the swimsuit mark meant that he was positive and that he was proud of it. One day, when we were sitting by the pool, I got some courage and said: “I really like your tattoos, when I turn 18, I want to get some done.” "Tattooing is something that when you do the first one, you get addicted," he said. “Would you be upset if I had one just like yours?”, I asked. “Which one?” he wanted to know. "The one over the swim trunks," I said innocently. “I think it's very beautiful.” He smiled a little condescendingly, as if I had no idea what I was talking about and said: “That one has a very special meaning for me, someday I’ll explain it to you.” I didn't ask anything because I already knew what it meant, and he closed the matter too. But I realized that from that day on he started looking at me differently, as if he were evaluating me. At that time, I was starting to gain some muscle, because I was going to the gym and my body was starting to develop as well. There was hair growing in corners that I never imagined I could have it, and I left everything to be natural, just as I had seen that Pablo was. I thought he could be evaluating me in that matter, seeing the changes in my body, but he never said anything. Time passed and our relationship remained the same as always. It was childish of me to still hope to be with a man twenty years older than me, who thought about me as if I was his son more than anything.

All right, you asked for it, lol. Here's the final instalment. Epilogue Several months later… I left the crowd behind me as I stepped on to the back porch of the fetish bar, not caring about the almost negative wind chill, and winter’s hateful snowfall. Thank goodness that whole nonsense with the Covid is over, and people are out enjoying themselves again. And the boys are as hungry as ever, making up for lost time, and plundering holes and nutsacks as much as they can. A lot of earlier limits don’t matter so much now - barely legal, geriatric, pretty, overweight, meth heads, toxic - they are all practically foaming at the mouth for sex. The best part is they don’t even ask status anymore. I’ve put a significant number of notches in my bedpost since my summer visit with Rick as a result. I pulled the Asylum from my motorcycle jacket’s front pocket, clicked open the torch, and a blaze erupted before my face. I turned the thick stick in my mouth, puffed hard, and when the cherry was fully lighted, off went the torch. Rick was right - I *am* a cigar pig, and while my bank account isn’t too happy with the new deduction (nor are my lungs or my doctor), I don’t give a fuck. I’m connected to this, and it’s a great memory of a man I no longer see. As the smoke curled upward, I began to reflect on how I got here. Rick’s bugs did the trick. I went home and back to my normal life, though by the end of the weekend, I bought a full box of fat cigars, a guillotine, and a torch. My house is now powerfully impregnated with their odor. When my sister came to visit, she said, “It smells like a humidor in here.” And every time I fire up, I remember her saying that and how Rick gave me what I wanted. Then the seroconversion came twelve days later. I awoke in the night, frying and freezing at the same time. The bedsheets were already quite soaked with sweat, and it didn’t take me two seconds to realize that Rick actually did it. All it took was one dose of his toxic poz seed, and my destroyed hole, and we were there. I actually had my doubts prior to this night, and talked myself into believing that Rick refused to break character until I was out the door. Ten bucks says he went straight to his chest of drugs and resumed his medication. Then I got only silence from him. No contact whatsoever. No follow-up, no text saying “Hey, how’s your hole doing?”. Just … nothing. The first morning after the conversion, I texted him briefly. “Yo, Rick. It’s happening. I feel like I’m dying. Congratulations, you’re a poz dad! And thank you.” A few minutes passed, then I got back a single emoji as a reply: 😈 No other words accompanied it. Didn’t hear from him again. I think he’s mad at me. It was entirely his decision to come off the meds, but I think maybe he hates himself for it, and doesn’t want to deal with me. I broke his perfect healthy world with my request, and maybe he couldn’t take the stress of it. I really don’t know what happened. His friends say he’s fine, just “super busy”, but no real details of anything about him or his life. But I choose to not cling to people that don’t want to talk to me, so I let it go after a few weeks. And I was unbelievably horny after I was able to walk again. The sickness lasted only a couple days, and it was no worse than the usual flu, though I did have diarrhea rather badly at the start. And then it was over. But the horn - it never fucking stopped! As soon as I felt like myself again, I got on my hookup sites, changed my status on my profiles, and let the world know I was poz. An avalanche of messages and winks and woofs suddenly popped into my message centers, and I was a very busy boy! My hookups went from me just being a bottom ho to a full-on top poz breeder. After the first three days of constant sex, I had to give myself rest. My dick was rubbed so raw that I was getting a scab on the shaft, and my balls were shooting out less and less cum from being emptied so often. They couldn’t turn it out fast enough! So far, I’ve had eleven confirmed conversions, but most of the others are unknown. They didn’t report any change, so I didn’t ask. I fuck them, I dumped a hot charged load in them, and leave them. On to the next one, and I seldom see the same guy twice. It’s about quantity while I’m still super infectious. Guess I’m making up for lost time, too. Eventually it caught up to me when I nailed a prissy bear, and when I told him, “I’m going to infect you now,” he screamed the walls down until his neighbor came, and seeing the bear in restraints - which was his fantasy - and me naked over him… Well, let’s just say I lost a tooth that day. It’ll be a long time before I go back into that part of the city. But I have no regrets. I would have liked to have more control over when it happened, but as it was my inevitable destiny, I may as well embrace it. And I did. My toxic seeds are being spread by others, some known, others not. And it’s fucking empowering. I’m like a nasty poz god, corrupting countless men’s holes without ever leaving my street. It made me chuckle. While lost in these memories, I realized I’d smoked nearly half the cigar, and have been out here almost twenty minutes. I silently stared at the night sky. So many stars. And for some reason, I said aloud, “The seeds that go out from my body. Look at the stars. I cannot count them, but so shall my seed be.” It was a perverted quote and I found it hilarious. As my mind wallowed in the humor of the situation, I flicked my ash over the wooden balcony. “I never took you to be a biblical scholar,” a voice suddenly said next to me. My head quickly turned to the left to face the voice, but I couldn’t make out the face. The alley back here was too damn dark to see distinctly if it wasn’t directly in front of you, plus this space was quite smoky. The person came closer. My eyes widened. It was him. He gave me the once-over at my new look. “Looks like my work was more thorough than I thought.” I was stunned. “Rick! Shit the bed, how have you been?” I was overjoyed at this unexpected reunion. I hugged him tightly and released him quickly. “I’ve been asking around about you since the summer, and no one could give me a straight answer, but fuck! It’s good to see you!” “Easy, bro,” he said, raising his gloved hand. “After we fucked, I needed to get away, so I took a long trip around America. I needed to be away from people, and Covid, and politics, and just took a long extended vacation. I’m back on the meds, and healthy again.” “That’s good.” “Are you happy with the life you’ve chosen?” His usually musical tone was suddenly monotone and discordant. I looked away for a second. I put the Asylum back in my jaw, and pulled up my leather pants by grabbing the belt buckle with both fists. I posed seductively as if for a motorcycle calendar. My Muir cap tipped slightly, and I said, “What do YOU think?” with a big grin on my face. He gave several small nods of the head in approval. “Very good, you look like a genuine leatherman. But what have you done with my… gifts?” He said that last word rather knowingly. I turned my head away ever so slightly. “Oh, you know, the usual. Seedin’ and breedin’. Staying off the meds as long as I can take it. Life is for the living, and I am doing it on my terms.” Non-committal responses? “Steve, you’re an asshole,” I thought to myself. Rick’s face contorted to incredulity. “You’re still not on them? Dude. Fuck.” He shook his head, blinked once or twice, and sighed. “It’s your life. Do what you want. Also, do this.” He pulled his right hand forward, and for the first time, I saw a chain in his hand as a smaller body came forward from behind him. It was a human pup, completely dressed in his fetish gear. A few extra pounds, but his color was definitely blue, and he didn’t speak unless spoken to. The chain in Rick’s hand ended around the pup’s neck. “Dog. I picked this one up in Florida. MONSTER COCK and deadly as fuck.” Rick said proudly. “I’m showing him a good time while I still can. AND he has a greeting present for you. Dog?” The pup cocked his head, listening. “Give him a Cuban Delight,” Rick said to Dog in an evil voice, followed by a grin to match. “Ruff!” He did his best imitation of dog panting. “You’re gonna die tonight.” I could see a fire behind Dog’s eyes. He was also charged, like Rick and me, but with… something different. Curious. 🤔 I stubbed out my cigar, smiling wickedly. I knew I was about to get another upgrade. “This oughta be good.” THE END

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 ...

Staying in Ptown feels a bit different this season. You can’t dance or mingle at the clubs, and Tea Dance is on hiatus. But there are still horny men around. I jumped on a few apps yesterday Afternoon while I was hanging around the condo. Lots of nibbles and conversations but nothing was solidifying. Finally mid afternoon I got linked by an anon guy on BBRTS. I thanked him for his oink and asked what was up. He responded quickly that he was in Ptown for the afternoon and looking to breed a hole. He said he didn’t have long to play. I figured I’d roll the dice and see if he showed up. My condo is on the third floor with stairs coming up the back. After about 10 minutes, I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. He’d told me to be in a jockstrap, so that’s what i answered the door in. He was in his late 50s with black hair, around 5’10” and had a solid frame. His attitude was kinda aloof, and he just said hi while he walked in. I asked how he was doing, but he responded he didn’t Have much time. I lead him back to the bedroom. He immediately reached for my bare ass displayed in the jock and started probing around my hole with a rough-skinned finger. I had put a little lube back there while I was waiting on him, just so I could start loosening up. I stopped beside the bed and took a wide stance so he could explore my ass more easily. I liked the aggression. “Nice and tight” he growled. With his other hand he was pulling Open his belt and shorts. I looked behind me and saw his hardon spring out. I reached back and stroked it — he was rock hard and had a cockring at the base. It was about 8”, the whole length straight and uniformly thick like a steel Rod. The head was like a rounded cap at the end of the rod. I took a hit of poppers, turned around and dropped to one knee. I had to suck on this Rod. I started working him with my hand locked around the base and the length sliding back into my throat. He growled softly and started to thrust a little. I was intent on enjoying every second of his cock in my mouth, working my tongue along the underside of his head while I slid My mouth down the shaft. I gagged when he suddenly thrust forward, and he clamped his hand on the back of my head so I couldn’t Escape. He seemed to like the choking sound and growled louder. “That’s it pig boy.” He released me to catch my breath while he hand drifted back to my ass. I repositioned my on both knees so he could get to my hole more easily. Again his rough skin probed my hole, not so much stretching it as just playing with it. “That ass is hungry. I’m not wasting my load in your mouth.” He had me get on my back at the edge of the bed. His fingers were starting to fuck me while he spread lube all along his Rod. I hit my poppers again, a long draw to give myself a spin before taking this Rod. He spread my legs wide to see my puckered hungry hole, and aimed for the target. He was more gentle than I expected — steadily pushing in as my sphincter expanded and wrapped around his Rod. He groaned sliding in. “Fuck that’s nice and tight.” I groaned when he pushed inside me and started to fuck me. He found his rhythm right away and didn’t waste time. I was instantly caught up in the energy of the pounding. “Oh. Fuck. Yeah. Fuck me!” He didn’t speak, just closed his eyes and pounded away, consumed with his own pleasure. He was only interested in how good my ass made his Rod feel. I moaned and groaned softly while he used me. His Rod felt amazing! His strokes were long and deep, and I occasionally felt his balls slap my bare ass. He was pounding me harder now. I thought I knew what was coming next. He opened his dark eyes and looked at me — kinda through me, even. He looked down further and was watching his own Rod gliding in and out of my ass. He surprised me when he pulled out his phone and took a video of his Rod working me. he slipped the phone back into his pocket and went back to pounding me. He was still fully dressed except his shorts were down to his knees. I could still tell his muscles were tightening and his body movements were getting more rigid. Now his pelvis was slapping hard against my ass, and my moaning was reduced to short grunts. “Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!l He wasn’t concerned with my pleasure, but I was fiercely turned on and just wanted more of his Rod slamming into me. He tightened the grip on my ankles and Deliberately thrust Harder and deeper. He growled loudly as he began pumping his load into my hungry ass. “Fuck yeah! Breed my ass!” He grunted a few more times as he thrust deep and deep again. I could feel his cock was more sticky as he worked in and out, his cum obviously covering his Rod and flooding my hole. After a minute he abruptly stepped backward, his thick Rod shwinging free of my hole and bouncing back and forth. I gasped at the sudden emptiness, but also felt cum run down my ass to my lower back. Fuck that must’ve been a big load! He grabbed the shirt I’d thrown on top of the dresser, wiped off his still hard Rod, and started to pack it away. ”Great ass,” was all he said. There was no interest in getting me off. He saw me as a total cumdump. He let himself out without another word. I was still Laying there panting, wondering who had just used and bred me.

I've got a 19yo non-bio son, I'm a 50y year ol bear daddy. I breed my son at least twice a week in my bed. Last weekend he was too busy studying and couldn't get to mine so I went round to his cuz he said his bio dad was out - yeah, he lives with him.We start as usual getting naked with me eating his ass then fucking his mouth. Then I put him on his belly and mount his ass. I'm fucking him deep, nice long thrusts. I'm getting close and just about to shoot when his dad opens the bedroom door.. I couldn't stop - I had to cum so his dad got an eyeful of my hairy ass pumping up and down as I shot my load into his son's asshole. he just stood and stared. he looks at me and Drew and said that looks like you guys are enjoying yourselves.He knows Drew likes to be fucked so it w no great surprise. Gotta say I was horny and fucking proud that my son's dad saw me breed his boy.

The profile photo of Domin8tor wasn’t something I’d normally click on - no head. But the body was beefy - the barrel chested kind, thick with muscles but also looked like he enjoyed a lot of burger and beers. His likes were sparse and to the point: rough sex, fucking, breeding. Leather. Beer. I checked my messages and — not unexpectedly — his was direct and to the point: “Wanna fuck” He didn’t even include the “?” At the end I tapped in my reply: “Possibly. What are you looking for? Now?” It was 3 in the afternoon, on a Friday afternoon, and I still had a few more hours of work left. “Yeah. Now. Need a hole to drop my seed into.” “Sorry. Can’t now but could do later.” He replied with a pic. It looked like something someone took from Folsom: shirtless and in leather chaps, massive cock swinging free between his legs. He looked like in his 40s or 50s, but fit. His face was broad, head shaved, sunglasses on. His thin lips curled into a snarl-smile, mischievous and menace. Dark swirling tattoos covered his forearms and I could see a bit peeking over on his shoulders from his back. Muscles rippled through in almost comic-book proportions: biceps almost as thick as his head; pecs covered in sweaty dark fur, beads of water on the nipples. “Probably steroids” I thought. I glanced down at his balls, the tell-tale sign but they seemed larger than normal, hanging low. I replied in the chat: “How about 5pm?” No reply. I figured he found some other hole. I turned off my phone and went back to work. A little while later, my phone buzzed again. Checked it and there was a message from him. “Yeah. Address” I typed in my address and took a break from work to do a thorough prep and then tried to focus on work for the remainder of the day. Which was tricky - I put on a leather jockstrap and shorts to get myself in the mood. 5pm came… and went. I hopped online and he wasn’t online anymore - again, I figured he found someone else and didn’t bother to cancel. I opened a can of beer and started browsing other guys - after prepping, I didn’t want to let my ass go to waste. I was chatting with some twunk when my buzzer rang. It was almost 6pm. I pushed on the talk button and asked who it was. A gruff one word reply. “Dom”. Slightly annoyed, I replied “Third floor on the right” and buzzed him up. A heavy knock on door. I opened and was pleasantly surprised - he looked more or less like that picture. Shorter than I was expecting but the muscles were pretty much popping. He wore a t-shirt, jeans and a dark hoodie. The sunglasses were still on. I asked him if he wanted a beer and he nodded. I went and got him one and he had barely moved from the front door. I handed it to him and he took it with his left hand while reaching out to my shoulder with his right, pushing me down. With a low growl, he said “Suck.” He spoke with a thick accent - Eastern European? I knelt down, and unbuckled his jeans. Unzipping, I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock tumbled forward. It was as advertised: thick and long, fatter just behind the uncut head. I bent forward and started to suck. I had to really open wide in order to get the semi-hard dick in my mouth. I could hear him guzzle his beer above my head as I worked his cock. I started to use my hands, as his cock was long enough that I couldn’t get it all in my mouth. He reached down with his free hand and gently caressed the top of my head and moaned “That’s nice. Make it wet.” I could taste sex on his dick. As I blew him, I could see the matted cum from a previous fuck in his pubes. I swirled my tongue under the foreskin and could taste the ass juice and load from the last guy. He repositioned his hands to the back of my head and I knew where this was going. I tried to pull off before the face fucking could start — there was no way that was going to work well. But I was too slow. With an incredibly firm hold, his hand palmed the back of my head and he pulled my head in. I tried to open my mouth further, but his cock hit the back of my throat. He pulled back and then back in. I did my best to get gulps of air in through my nose but as he sped up and pushed harder, the opportunities became shorter and shorter. I put my hands on his waist and pushed him away, but there was no budging. Cocksucker’s tears were flowing down my face. He chuckled and slowed a little. He pulled back a bit and the air rushed into my lungs through my nose. He looked down at me (still with those fucking glasses and snarky smile) and said “Relax. Just open your throat.” I thought “what the fuck was he thinking I was doing?!” I tried to push again, but it literally felt like I was pushing against a wall - no movement at all. His hand — still on the back of my head — started to pull my head in. “Your choice. You can relax or not, but it’s going in.” I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, expecting it to ram against my tonsils yet again. But somehow his cock had softened a bit, and as he pulled my head in, it turned and went down my throat. There was a second moment of panic, but I tried to relax more and it became easier. He pulled back and then in again. And like the last time, his dick slid down my throat. I tongued the bottom of his shaft and his cock was iron-hard. I didn’t understand but before I could process it, my nose was buried in his pubes. The cum from his previous session smeared across my face. And his cock was down my throat. He held me there and I could feel his cock pulse and throb in my throat. It was a surreal sensation - it was like a hot, pulsing steel rod was down my throat. I felt his head - or I think it was his head - swell /in my throat/ . His hand kept my head there, and to my surprise, I didn’t try to resist. I think I was curious - how was this happening ?! - but also it was hot: I was deepthroating something that should not be able to go down my throat. His dick kept pulsing and I wondered if he had cum but he didn’t seem to make any of the other indications. Slowly, he pulled back and his cock snaked back - and I do mean /snaked/. It felt like somehow it could fully move, like a python in my mouth. He pulled the last bit from my drooling lips and then I could taste it. It was bitter and salty - kind of like cum, but something that also tasted like brackish saltwater. So maybe he did cum? The taste clung to my mouth - in that terrible way if you get a mouthful of antiperspirant. He tilted my face — tears down my cheeks, used cum on my face, and drool down my chin — towards his, and he growled, “Good boy.” He spun me around and shoved the back of my head hard, so I fell forward catching myself. He knelt down beside me and pulled back from my hips, so that he in a position to fuck me doggy style. He reached down my shorts, and roughly fingered my hole. With a surprising strength, he grabbed the sides of my shorts and with surprising strength ripped them apart exposing my bare ass, framed by the jockstrap lines. “Ah yeah, you were fucking ready for this” he snarled and then I felt his face back in my crack. His stubble rubbed the side of my cheeks, and I could feel his tongue inside my hole. It was pushed my hole open, and even if I didn’t want it (which I did!), I wouldn’t have a choice. He continued to grind his beard into my ass, as if he were trying to literally push me along with his jaw. And his tongue kept going deeper. And deeper. And he kept swirling it around, as if he were licking the inside of a bowl, but somehow in the inverse. He came up for air and then I felt it. His hard cock against my hole, first running up along it, picking up some of his spit and then with one move, shoved it in my hole. Time stopped. It hurt so much. My vision went white with pain. It came back. I came back to my body. And he was inside me. Fully. With one shove - or I blacked out - he was balls deep in me. Instinctively I tried to pull forward. But he held onto my hips and there was no give. None. “Uh uh uh - you are staying there until I’m done with you.” And with that, he fucked me. Hard. Each thrust all the way, each thrust seemingly a little deeper. It hurt so bad - I couldn’t help think of my insides being wrecked. I don’t think I have ever been fucked this deep - well, well past that second ring. And it kept doing. harder. And harder. I kept trying to squirm away, but there was literally nothing I could do other than make bigger bruises on my hips where he held on. Any more struggling and I would just be digging into his hands. At one point, he leaned forward on top of me. He was so heavy. Like 400 lbs heavy. He was shorter than I was, and when he pressed down, his body completely pinned mine to the ground. He slowly pulled out, about half way and then slid all the way back in. He paused inside me. “Milk it” he snarled. I was stunned. I just lay there. “Milk it” he repeated. And then he smacked the back of my head, and instinctively my ass clenched. “There we go.” And I started to squeeze and milk it. And it felt good. Really good. I could tell - my cock throbbed in my jockstrap. I know that sounds dumb, but honestly, my cock told me that it felt good. And once I ‘noticed’ then I really got into milking his cock. And he started to fuck me again, again with the snake. I felt it knew how to turn and go deeper. And deeper He got up a bit and pressed down on my shoulders with his hands, pinning me to the ground, with my ass up in the air. He went back to fucking me hard and fast. I just relaxed and let my hole loosen up. “Ah that’s good, my boy. Open up and let me in.” And I did. I just relaxed and he fucked me deep. Oh so deep. My ass was slick with the same slime that was down my throat. His cock made thwash sound as it churned up the slime. It felt so fucking good. I moaned and squeezed my hole in appreciation. He lifted off my shoulders for a brief moment to separate out my cheeks so he could get /that much deeper/ then put his hands on my shoulders. I turned around to look at him. He had taken off his shirt at some point and was dripping sweat. His skin was red, like the blood was just under the skin. His muscles and veins popped and throbbed. His face was a mask of angry hunger - as if ever thrust was another bite he was taking. His sunglasses were off and his eyes were black, except where the pupil’s were, which I saw occasional glints of reddish light. Kind of like when you flash a light into an animal’s eyes in darkness. His hands dug into my shoulders and the pain was sharp. His nails were clawing back towards him, so he could get as deep as he possibly could. And then he paused and let out a low groan-howl. I felt his cock start to twitch. And swell. My hole expanded even further - it was easily bigger than a can of coke at this point. I could feel him coming but it felt different - instead of the jerk-twitch-squirt that most cocks do, this was a pulse-wave-shove of cum. As he pushed himself in as far as he could, he grunted through gritted teeth “yeah…. yeah..…” I could feel it filling up my guts, as if there was a tap running. He kept cumming, depositing his seed deep inside me, for seeming minutes. Slowly he pulled out but kept coming, the same pulse-wave feeling. Finally he pulled out, and spun me around to face his cock. And I understood why now it felt that way. His cock continued to shudder and push out cum and cum was really thick, almost solid, a golf-ball size blob-ball of cum. I watched his cock push another one out, and the cock slit, widened to let this cum ball out. He shoved my face down to clean it off. I did as I was instructed and opened up. Even in my stupor, I knew it wouldn’t fit, but somehow, improbably, it did. It filled my entire mouth, and filled my throat. And it twitched and I felt the cumball push its way down his cock and directly down my throat. While that happened, I instinctively fingered my gaping hole and felt his cum inside. And my ass was full of these balls. I clenched my ass, keeping them inside and started to jerk off. I started to actively swallow now, welcoming them into me. I heard him above me say “Yes. Open up and let me in.” I could smell my ass, his cum and all the other guys now that my nose was shoved up into his pubes. I knew I was just another receptacle for him. One of many. And I liked it. I just relaxed. Both ends letting his cock travel down my throat and my ass. I could feel some of the cumballs plop onto the floor. But I didn’t care. I was open for him. Open. Open. And then I came. My ass clenched. And I just saw emptiness. I blinked to make sure they were open. But I just saw emptiness. It was different than blackness - I could tell that there was space in front of me, but it was just /empty/. I came back to my body. There was a wave of pleasure so strong that it hurt. My body wracked with spasms, the orgasm convulsing every cell of my body. I don’t remember how but when I regained my senses, his cock was out of my mouth. I looked around and he was buttoning the last button on his jeans. He bent over and picked up his shirt. Wordless, he just smirked at me. I was dumbstruck, kneeling on the ground a puddle of my cum in front of me. Pulling his shirt down, he motioned with his jaw towards the ground and said “They don’t last long outside a body.” I glanced down to see the cumballs - yes they were real - melt and spread out into murky jelly. He and put back on his sunglasses, covering his black, flashing eyes. “Take care of them,” he said. He turned and walked out the door. I hadn’t moved or said anything. I slowly stood up, my body starting to ache. I staggered to the bathroom, cum dripping down the inside of my left thigh. In the bathroom, I saw that my face was raw from being ground on the floor. There were two bruises on my hips. In the shower my hole was tender, but I was expecting far worse. I cleaned up the hallway, and his cum was remarkably sticky, but the smell wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. His cum, more than most, was breaking apart and turning into a thinner liquid. Over the next day, I was expecting an interesting shit ahead. But the cumballs didn’t “come out” - I guess they were absorbed? I checked his profile online but it was deleted. Now it seems surreal so I wonder if I was drugged - I’m writing this down so I remember, as it feels like it might fade away like a dream. So here is the recounting of the time I was bred by… uh, not sure what.

In that sense, you are 100% correct. A man isn’t a life support system for a penis.

Part 9 - Secrets and Revelations Conrad sat in the greenhouse on the phone with Joshua he loved hearing his voice, the soft velvet tone that shrouded and cuddled his soul, making him feel special and wanted he was desperate to see him. Picturing Joshua staring in to his eyes constantly telling him how special and lucky he should feel being with him, his funny joke of owning him and how no other man could ever come close to what they shared. He was not wrong and Conrad's placid and very impressionable nature readily accepting every word that came out of Joshua's mouth. A bewitching spell that fell on him from high above slowly but ever so surely taking Conrad over, clouding his perception and only seeing how wonderful and lucky he was. "I will be home soon" Joshua said "then you will be mine again Conrad, in my arms and only I will matter". Conrad sighed in agreement "I miss you so much, miss touching you, miss you making me feel good" he replied. "I know you do Conrad, you make me feel really good and you need me" Joshua said in his teasing voice. "Need to be in bed with you Josh" Conrad replied desperate for his affection and approval. Joshua chuckled "I will fuck you senseless I have months of pent up desire waiting just for you" he said. "Stop it" Conrad replied in a dreamy voice "it is like I can already touch and feel you" he said sighing "need to be with you Josh". "Soon bairn" Joshua said very slowly "real soon. I have to go, remember your mine Conrad all mine". Joshua hung up from the call waiting for Charlie to get back from the shop before boarding the ship. He was extremely happy the way things were going with Conrad, he knew the time to strike was coming with Conrad waiting in anticipation for his return. The weekends of nothing but sex with loving dominating words he showered on him had got inside Conrad's head, impressionable, now susceptible like putty that was now malleable in his hands. Joshua went over to Charlie to help with the shopping bag all smiles and feeling on top of the world. Several nights that week when either Conrad or Simon felt down they were drawn together taking solace with in each other, sometimes sexing the sadness out of their bodies or just sitting cosied up in the lounge talking. No matter what he did or how busy he tried to keep himself everything just reminded him of Jack. The week after Jack's funeral Conrad walked out of the manor with the wheel barrow trying to whistle and thinking of Joshua, his body and that sexy face, he belonged to him and was the only one that mattered in Joshua's life. He started tending the flower beds outside the manor tidying them up then working his way down number 10, 8, 6, 4 and 2. he crossed over and started on number 1 then moved along to number 3. Annoyed that one of the flowers that Jack had planted had been slightly crushed when the new family moved in. He went home and dug up a healthy one from his own flower bed transplanting it to the bed outside number 3. He was oblivious to the owner coming out and walking across the dive towards him. "Morning, so you are the mysterious person who looks after the flower bed along the curbs?" Felicity asked. Conrad jumped a little "Morning" he said standing up "yes they all have hibiscus flowers" he replied. Felicity nodded "I am Felicity Emir we moved in just over a week ago" she said holding her hand out. "Conrad" he said shaking her hand "I live at number 8 with my parents". "Oh the twins right?" Felicity asked, Conrad nodded "horrible day apparently when we moved in" she said. Conrad nodded again "Jack's funeral" he managed to say "he was the gardener up at the manor". "So sad" she said "and you have taken over doing this from him?" Felicity asked. "Have done this for years with Jack" Conrad replied "he got me in to gardening when I was 7". "How wonderful" Felicity said smiling at him "sorry about the one that got crushed". Conrad looked at the plant in his wheelbarrow feeling a strong emotion taking over him "Yeah, kind of crushed just like me". Conrad apologised and rushed off back to the manor trying to control his emotion. Jamal watched him from the bedroom window having been in another argument with his mother over finding work but frankly he couldn't be bothered and still raged at being moved from Guildford to this place stuck in the middle of nowhere. Although his interest in the area suddenly perked up seeing the guy gardening out front, just my type to fuck he thought to himself grinning then paying attention to rolling up his spliff for later. Amused since his mother thought she got rid of it all before they moved but he kept a stash safely hidden away finding a discreet spot by number 1 where he could hide and smoke it. Jamal sat there watching the world go by, except very little went by the gated community. He sat up spotting the guy coming back out from the manor and heading to number 5 and busied himself with the flower bed. Jamal hid his freshly rolled joint and put on his jacket, he had heard the rumours of the previous gardener being gay when his mother spoke with family at number 4 across the road. Jamal casually walked out the house telling his mother he was going to say hello to the guy doing the flowers, her response was for him to be nice and not to aggravate him. She knew her son and his above normal privileged upbringing resulted in a lack of manners or obedience, his father didn't help and Jamal could do no wrong in his eyes being his pride and joy. He walked towards Conrad who looked in a world of his own going around weeding the digging over the flower bed. "Hello oik" Jamal said standing there "nice to see the low life help working as they should". Conrad turned to look at him fuming "What did you call me?" he asked standing up gripping the fork tight. Jamal smirked with his cocky arrogant look "Oik" he repeated again staring at Conrad. "Ah right, so you lack any manners I see" Conrad replied disconnecting from any further conversation. Jamal laughed "Silly little oik" he said moving closer "you need to learn your place in society". Jamal wrestled the fork out of his hand and threw Conrad to the ground placing one foot over his chest laughing and holding him down in humiliation. Conrad grabbed at his foot twisting and pushing trying to get it off only to find the pressure increase. "Learn your place oik" Jamal sneered chuckling at him "the more you fight the harder I press". Conrad grimaced "Get your foot off of me" he shouted at him. "Not until you appreciate how superior I am to you" Jamal emphasied his words clearly pressing down again. "I am warning you" Conrad shouted at him again trying to move Jamal's foot. Felix the butler came rushing out of the manor sprinting down the street like a superhero, despite the placid appearance he was a burly 6 foot late 40's man and doubled up as Simon's bodyguard. Jamal looked up hearing the footsteps approaching very quickly, he cried out falling two feet back from the force of the push Felix issued knocking him flat on his back almost winding him. Felix helped a shaking Conrad up to his feet who had anger in his eyes and tried calming Conrad down just as Simon arrived. "What happened Felix?" Simon asked coming to a stop. "He had Conrad on the floor standing on his chest" Felix said nodding to Jamal who was slowly sitting up. Simon went over to Conrad "Are you okay, did he hurt you?" he asked. "I'm fine" Conrad replied brushing the chest of his coat to remove the footprint. Simon walked over to Jamal and offered his hand to help him stand up, no sooner was he on his feet he crumpled back down receiving a back handed slap from Simon. Simon leant over "Don't ever touch him again do you hear me?" he said angrily. "My father will hear of this and he will sue you" Jamal replied taking a video of the blood on his face. Simon grabbed the phone and smashed it "Don't threaten me or you might just disappear one night". "I will have you" Jamal replied threatening Simon and wiping his face scampering backwards. Simon laughed at him "Bring it on" he teased "but I warn you now you will lose". "I am so sorry" Felicity called out running down the drive "get inside now" she shouted at Jamal. Jamal stood up and looked at his mother "Don't tell me what to do" he said huffing and walking off. "Conrad are you alright" Felicity asked watching him nod "god I am so sorry, he is out of control, I don't know what to do with him". Simon could tell she was at wits end with him "He is rebelling against us moving here" she explained. "Well he can make up for it and do some of hard gardening tasks around the manor under Conrad" Simon suggested. Felicity nodded "Dam right he can, when do you want him?" she asked without even questioning them. Simon smiled "Tomorrow morning at 8am, Felix here will keep an eye on him". "He needs discipline" Felix chipped in "I will break him in" he said. Simon chuckled "Ex army he knows discipline" he said "I will send him here to collect your son". Felicity nodded "Thank you and I am sorry" she repeated "just don't pay him and check him for drugs when he arrives". "Are you sure?" Simon asked and Felicity nodded "Felix you have got your work cut out with him". "You think Sir, easy as squeezing lemons" Felix said confidently escorting Conrad back to the manor. Conrad spent the night at the manor paying more attention to Felix than usual having never really engaging in conversation with him before he was intrigued and asked a lot of questions to Simon about him. The following morning Jamal was fetched by Felix and once inside the gates of the manor he had him stood outside up against the wall and strip searched him in humiliation whilst Conrad watched from the bedroom window chuckling at how angry Jamal looked at his treatment. "Are you sure about this Simon?" Conrad asked a little concerned. Simon walked over and laughed at the sight of Jamal in his underwear outside "Yes" he replied. Conrad turned to him "Nasty public school boy" he said facing Jamal again "quite sexy in a way". Simon agreed and laughed "I will protect you Conrad be assured, Felix will as well". Jamal was sat in the greenhouse with Felix standing guard "Morning Felix" Conrad said arriving. "Morning Conrad, he is all yours and has been briefed, call if you need me" Felix said disappearing. Jamal sat there looking at Conrad "Fucking oik" he said turning to face away. "And a good morning to you" Conrad replied ignoring his remark "helipad needs trimming" he said. Conrad put shears down in front of Jamal "I could stab you with them" Jamal said looking at Conrad. Conrad picked up some pruning scissors "You got two minutes to get there and start" he said walking out. Jamal sat there for a moment "Fuck" he said picking the shears up "where is it then?" he shouted at Conrad. Conrad pointed to the far side of the grounds "Over there" he said turning to watch Jamal plodding over. "Quicker" Conrad shouted stifling his giggle whilst also still very weary of Jamal's attitude and keeping a distance between them. He smiled standing there watching Jamal for a good hour whilst he trimmed the long grass around the helipad, Jamal was slow and obviously detested what his mother had done to him as a result of his behaviour. Despite the chill in the air the day turned out to be a crisp and clear with plenty of sunshine. Felix walked down to the helipad every hour checking on Jamal's progress. When he turned to leave he told Conrad to come up to the manor at 1pm for lunch and bring thing with him. Conrad fond it funny that Felix only referred to Jamal as Thing and said he will only use his real name when he earns the respect to be called by it. At 12.45pm Conrad walked over to Jamal and told him it was lunchtime but first he had to clean the shears. Jamal did as he was told and Conrad inspected them nodding, Jamal looked like he wanted to engage in conversation but Conrad was in no mind to talk to him instead telling him to follow him to the manor kitchen. Felix had put soup and a sandwich on the table in the kitchen for Conrad and gave Jamal beef broth and bread sitting him on a stool in the utility room. Jamal protested that he couldn't treat him that way but Felix ignored him and poured a nice warming cup of coffee for Conrad. The housekeeper Beth walked in to the utility room and laughed seeing Jamal sat there and came back in to the kitchen and kissed Felix on the cheek, Conrad noticed they both wore wedding rings figuring they must be married. "Do you not think this is a bit harsh?" Conrad asked in a hushed voice. Felix grinned "Not after what he did to you" he replied "he will learn to be respectful". "Felix can I ask are you and Beth married?" Conrad spoke tentatively putting his spoon down. "Yes" Felix replied "and Simon helped Beth get residency here in the UK and this job". Conrad nodded "I didn't realise he was nice that way" he said. Felix sat down "Simon has his flaws but I would do anything to protect him for what he has done for us". "I see. I hope he is starting to like me a bit more rather than tolerating me" Conrad said laughing. Felix chuckled "Simon likes you more than you think. Have to admit I never pegged you down as being gay". Conrad chuckled "Same here, everyone said it was because I spent so long with Jack" he replied. "How stupid people are" Felix said "Knowing Jack I don't know how he managed to wait so patiently before having you in the greenhouse". Conrad looked at him in surprise "How the frig do you know that?" he asked. Felix chuckled "It is my job to know everything" he replied "The flower bed was the funniest one". "You saw that as well?" Conrad now sat there looking embarrassed. "Yeah had to watch it twice to believe it" Felix said laughing "sure you know there are security cameras all over the place". Conrad shook his head "That is how Simon knew" he said looking down as his soup "I wish he was still here". Felix smiled "I know, we all miss him Conrad" he said patting his shoulder. They sat and had a very interesting conversation where Felix let slip that he was also protecting him as the people in Simon's lives were important to him. He made Conrad laugh when he told the story of Jack whittling on about Conrad this and Conrad that until he stuffed a bread roll in his mouth to shut him up one lunchtime, he finished off telling Conrad that when he was only 9 Jack already talked about you being the son he would never had. "My god" Conrad said standing up "need to get thing back to work" he said chuckling. Felix stood up "Beth and I like you being around Conrad, Simon does as well" he said. Felix walked over to the utility room "Wash your bowl up then back to work" he barked at Jamal. Conrad chuckled "Hate to get on the wrong side of you" he said, Beth chuckled turning to look at Conrad. "I should teach you some self defence young man" Felix said "It will help you should you need it". Jamal said very little to Conrad over the next few days and was set jobs to do that no one else liked doing, sweeping the terraces and picking out weeds that sporadically appeared on the gravelled courtyard at the front of the manor. Felix had him cleaning the numerous satin coated kitchen cupboards removing all the finger print marks until they shined like new. Felix started giving Conrad some self defence lessons, including nasty tricks to get out of situations by kneeing his opponent in the balls if given the chance. When Felix was satisfied on the third day Jamal was allowed to sit at the table in the kitchen but not to speak to anyone. Slowly but surely Jamal was learning that with a little more respect he was given more in return, from more breaks during the day to eating the same food that Conrad was being given for lunch by Beth. Conrad never expected that working for Simon would mean having more freedom around the manor and provided with food when ever he wanted it, he was fast becoming more and more part of Hibiscus manor life. Simon even made sure that Conrad had time to spend several hours studying in the kitchen after setting Jamal some jobs to do. He was revising for the final written exam. The studying taking his mind off Jack and at the weekend Conrad went out regular as clockwork to tend the flower beds along Hibiscus drive. Jamal weeding the courtyard again kept looking down the drive, nearly every single house he went to the owners came out and chatted to him giving him coffee and biscuits or the odd bottle of wine as a thank you. Happily Conrad looked down the road at the flower beds that were beginning to flourish again with more daylight ensuing each day. Conrad returned to the manor and greenhouse pulling his book out of the bag along with a bottle of water he sat studying waiting for Jama to finish on the courtyard. Jamal approached the greenhouse watching Conrad for a moment before walking in. He sat down opposite Conrad who looked up at him "Have you finished?" he asked. He studied Conrad for a moment "You think this is funny?" Jamal asked. Conrad looked up then went back to his book "I asked if you had finished?" he said again. "Are you bent like that old gardener was?" Jamal asked watching Conrad look up "did you fuck with him?". Conrad sat there in silence "You don't look like a poof" Jamal continued teasing him "you like cock up you?". Jamal was getting irate being ignored by him "Well, answer me shirt tail lifter" he said angrily now. Conrad packed his stuff away and stood up walking out in silence "Fucking arsehole" Jamal called after him. Jamal sat there fuming and bolted up running through the grounds to find Conrad and catching up with him just before he reached his home. What got him angry more than anything was how Conrad completely ignored him and was in no way bothered or concerned. Conrad heard the rapid thump of the feet running towards him and stopped turning coming face to face with Jamal. "You may be boarding school toff but in real life you are nothing" Conrad said walking up the drive to the front door. Jamal looked at him "Yeah well..." he was stumped for words "I'm not an oik" he called after him. Conrad simply turned and smiled closing the front door "Fuck you" Jamal said under his breath going home. In truth Jamal actually was growing to like Conrad, he could see how clever Conrad was and knew his stuff about the gardens, it was the way he ignored every insult that he found amusing. Jamal sat on the window ledge of his bedroom looking over at number 8, he watched for almost an hour listening to music until he saw Conrad's parents leave in their car. Putting his coat on he went out avoiding his mother and walked across the road up to number 8. He rang the doorbell and waited for what seemed an eternity until Conrad opened the door dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. Seeing Jamal standing there he closed the door "Wait" Jamal said "please" he pleaded to him. Conrad opened the door "What, you now want to insult me on my doorstep?" he said very calmly looking at Jamal. "Can you help me learn this?" Jamal asked "I know you don't owe me anything for what I did or have said to you". Conrad looked down shaking his head "Nice try but not good enough" he replied moving to close the door. "I'm sorry Conrad" Jamal spoke with urgency "sorry for hurting you and your feelings about the gardener". Conrad spoke quietly "Jack, his name was Jack. He was well loved along this road for years". "I am very sorry" Jamal said and Conrad could hear some sincerity "will you tell me about him?" he asked. Conrad opened the door "Why would you be interested in him?" he asked looking slightly perplexed. Jamal shrugged his shoulders "I want to understand Jack, you talk a lot about him to people at the manor" he replied. Conrad looked considering him for a moment "Is it too late to get to know you as well?" Jamal asked. "Depends if your going to continue insulting me" Conrad replied looking at him. Jamal shook his head "No, I am sorry. I took my anger out on you for my family moving here" he explained. Conrad opened the door and invited Jamal in. Spending the entire afternoon drinking coffee and chatting where Jamal listened to the story of how he met Jack and his natural love for horticulture rubbed off on him leading to this career choice. Of course he left the details of his real cause of death out and the fact where Jamal had sat in the greenhouse was where Jack would passionately assault him. It was a slow burn since Conrad didn't trust Jamal one bit for the moment. The following day he spent a lovely day up at the manor gardening with no Jamal around Simon came out and helped or tried to, he chatted away to Conrad enjoying the friendship that was building between them. As usual he was invited for dinner and Conrad graciously accepted knowing how much Simon missed Jack and his witty back chat. Monday morning Conrad sat his final exam he had given Felix instructions for Jamal to use shears and cut the grass by the flower beds outside the manor gates. He didn't protest and worked tirelessly making a pretty decent job. On Tuesday morning Conrad came out of his house and find Jamal standing there at the bottom of the drive waiting for him. "Morning" Jamal called out watching Conrad walking down the drive "how was your exam?" he asked. Conrad grinned "I am impressed that you pay attention sometimes" he quipped "hard but think I did okay". "So are you finished college now?" Jamal asked trying to make conversation. Conrad glanced at him "Yes unless I flunk the exam then I have to study again" he replied. Jamal looked at Conrad "Your smart, you will pass" he said confidently "me I am just a useless no hoper". "I would go more spoilt privileged brat to be honest" Conrad replied causing Jamal to stop walking. "Thanks for that" Jamal said sarcastically "your right though. How rich is he?" he asked looking at the manor. Conrad shrugged his shoulders "Rich enough to make people disappear" he said chuckling. Jamal smiled "You are quite funny and decent" he said "you never answered my question the other day?". Conrad opened the gate to the manor "What question?" he asked looking at Jamal wondering if he was referring to him being gay. "If you would teach me about gardening" Jamal replied looking serious. Conrad chuckled and closed the gate "To start with it is called horticulture". Felix kept an eye on Jamal reporting back to Simon that Conrad was now teaching him to look after the kitchen garden. Indeed their friendship grew gradually and now Jamal was spending most days up the manor, dropping his obnoxious exterior and actually turned out to be a really polite and well mannered lad, even Felix started showing him a little more respect. Conrad was putting all his energy in to looking after the gardens, Jamal had a day off that Simon forced upon him that last Friday in February. Conrad sat in the greenhouse alone thinking of Charlie and Joshua who were due to sail back in to Portsmouth on Monday, he was so looking forward to seeing them both. It was four weeks since Jack died and he had become emotionally stronger yet still found himself talking away to Jack like he was still sat next to him in the greenhouse shedding a few tears. Jamal turned out to be a nice distraction and from appearance looked like he was now enjoying spending time with Conrad being taught the intricacies of horticulture, he was totally astonished when Conrad checked the acidity of the soil never realising how much science was involved. Conrad picked a few flowers that looked perfect and packed up early afternoon, Simon and he were going to see Jack and lay some fresh flowers and see the tombstone that Jack had designed. "Ready to go?" Simon asked standing at the door. "Yes" Conrad replied picking up the flowers. Simon handed Conrad a hefty envelope that looked all official "This is for you from Jack's solicitor a little business to take care of first". "Oh" Conrad looked at it and put the flowers down. Opening the large envelope it contained a copy of Jack's will and letter from the solicitor, inside was a separate envelope that he put down on the work bench and read the solicitor's letter aloud "Dear Mr Grayson, pursuant to the last will and testament made by Jack Openshaw and witnessed by Mr Simon Burge, Mr Raheem Mohammed Jazeer and endorsed by Clegg & Simpson Solicitors on the 4th day of December 2017 we hereby fulfil the deceased instruction. The envelope marked 'property' contains the title deeds to Jack Openshaw's property in your name along with numerous other instruction detailed in the attached copy of the will highlighted for your perusal". Conrad looked at Simon holding back the tears and picked up the copy of the will finding the section highlighted "To my dearest friend who I watched grow up, Conrad Grayson. I leave you my house in Alton to do with as you wish. The entire collection of horticulture books and tools currently held by Simon Burge for safekeeping are also left to you. My solicitor is holding a £1.4 million trust fund that will be released to Conrad Grayson to purchase any house on Hibiscus Drive when one comes available, or to be paid in full after 5 years irrelevant. Adam Prestley has been left a sum of money for you should you decide to honour me in a way only you should know by now. It is my way to thank you for bringing much colour and vigour to my life over the years that I was lucky enough to know you and watch you grow". Conrad shed a tear and wiped his eyes. "Wow" he said looking at Simon "I never expected anything from him having given me so much already". Simon sat down next to him and smiled "There is a codicil to the will that I made him add" he said. Conrad looked at him "That is an amendment is it not?" he asked folding the document up. "Yes, you need to sign this to activate the trust fund" Simon said handing him a document. Conrad shifted uncomfortably in his seat reading the document "Why is it done like this?" he asked. Simon handed him a pen "It stops anyone trying to freeze the assets, paper trails you know" he said. "Sounds dodgey, I guess you mean Jack's family" Conrad said hovering over the document with the pen. "A little" Simon chuckled "it protects everything he left to you" he said watching Conrad sign. "I don't understand much of this and probably don't want to" Conrad said nervously. Simon stood up "At least put some trust in me Conrad to look out for you" he said. Conrad watched Simon placing the document in the envelope and suggesting they drop it off before visiting Jack. Conrad stood and kissed Simon on the cheek and picked up the hibiscus flowers for Jack's grave. He didn't dwell or think on what Jack had left him and after dropping the envelope off they walked up the grave where the tombstone had now been placed. Conrad saw the cupid with A, hibiscus flower with C and a scorpion in the middle engraved at the top. Wiping his eyes he laid the flowers down and spoke to Jack in private for a few minutes before Simon came over and spent a few minutes saying some words, he turned and walked back to Conrad. "I have a letter for you at home from Jack" Simon said putting his arm around Conrad. "A letter?" he asked "why now are you telling me?" Conrad looked confused at him. Simon turned to him "I was instructed to give it to you one month from his passing" he explained. Conrad nodded "I see". "It is for you to read in private that is all I know" Simon said opening the door to the limousine. Conrad was pleased that emotionally he had held it together despite the emptiness left by Jack. He was handed the letter that was still firmly sealed and went home to his bedroom almost too afraid to read it. His mother had told him that Charlie had called and confirmed they would be docking on Monday and home on Wednesday. It was just the tonic he needed to cheer him up right now. He felt the envelope and there was something hard inside, slowly he undid it and pulled out the hand written letter, a separate sealed envelope and a key secured to a gold chain fell out. The letter was dated a week after Conrad was diagnosed. "To my loving friend Conrad, this will be hard for you to read since it would be one month from leaving you. I had to think carefully about writing this so not to cause you to much worry or concern and what I am about to tell you must go no further, especially to Simon or anyone close to you. That much you must promise me Conrad and keep this secret. The day you was diagnosed with HIV you had a very high viral load, you will probably understand that what happened next was unethical but I paid the consultant to analyse the virus in your blood, he is an old school friend of mine so it paved the way a little. Simon's strain is definitely in your blood but it is not the dominant strain of virus. It might be hard for you comprehend but you will understand when the time is right why I got your blood analysed. You were already infected before Simon got to you, I know you had sex with Moham but he is very careful and definitely not carrying HIV. Unless there were others you elected not to tell me about the only other person I know of would be Joshua, I saw a slow change in you since you started delving in to bed with this person and I can't help worrying what his motive is but tread carefully and never sign anything over to him. I have instructed Simon to take care of you Conrad, you may not want or be happy about that but it is the least I can do to make sure you are protected and never go without. Simon has grown fond of you even though he may not have shown it over the years he took great pleasure in watching you grow up around the manor, always remember that no matter what lies ahead you can always and must turn to Simon. There is one last thing that I kept secret from everyone and I am leaving it to Adam and you, Simon always paid well and gave big bonuses (I mean big!) and I never spent any of it except to buy my house in Alton that I left to you, instead I took the cash out and placed it in a locked box in the greenhouse. That way the paper trail goes dry as to where the money went, Simon is so loaded with money he has no idea what to do with it. You should have the key which is in the envelope, it is hidden under the third flagstone to the left of the entrance. Take the box and the enclosed letter to Simon he will sort the rest out for you. I trust you Conrad, destroy this letter and never mention it again. Simon is there for you and if you need any affirmation you can turn to Adam he will be willing to help if the time comes. Please take care of yourself and I will be waiting for you, Jack". Conrad sat looking at the letter, parts of it made no sense failing to understand what Jack was actually writing about in places. The last few words he wrote brought tears to his eyes, how he missed the sexy man looking him in the eyes assaulting his arse with that devious but loving grin on his face that Conrad enjoyed looking at. He wiped his eyes knowing that Jack had pin pointed who infected him, it was all making sense why Joshua had apologised for accidentally ejaculating inside him the first time. What was weirder was since that night Joshua never made an attempt to put a condom on. Jack was right and the letter was controversial, he took it downstairs and walked through the kitchen where his mother and father sat talking over some document, he spotted the image of two kangaroos at the top of one letter before Eddie shuffled the papers putting them away. "What are you up to Con?" Eddie asked. Conrad looked at his father trying to discreetly put the documents away "Matches" he said "I need some matches". Jody looked sternly at him "I hope your not smoking weird stuff like that Jamal" she said standing up. "No" Conrad replied looking shocked "give me some credit" he said "I need to burn this letter". Eddie held out his hand "Let me have a read" he said. Conrad chuckled "Err sorry no, it is private from Jack and I need to destroy it" he said. "All very cloak and daggers" his father said noticing Conrad looking at the documents under his arm. "Here you go" Jody said handing him the box of matches. Conrad walked outside to the bottom of the garden to one of the flower beds and dug a small hole. He read the letter one last time using his phones torch. He smiled knowing that only having sex with four men so far he could discount two which left Simon and Joshua, both strains in his body. he crumpled up the letter placing it in the hole then lit it watching it burn completely then covering it with soil. He sat there on the damp grass unable to believe that Joshua had infected him, weather accidentally or deliberately he would need to find out. Conrad chuckled and stood up 'devious bastards all of them' he said smiling and walking back to the house. Walking in to the kitchen his parents still sat at the family table deep in conversation. Conrad sat down with them "I need to tell you both about Jack" he said getting their attention. Eddie sat back and studied him for a moment "Did he... I mean did he touch you when you were younger?". "Jesus no" Conrad replied looking shocked "no, he left me some things in his will". Eddie completely changed and relaxed and Conrad knew his father must had worried about that for a long time after coming out to them. He sat and explained about the house in Alton and also the trust fund that was set up for him to buy any house on Hibiscus drive when one became available. "You could have brought number 3" Eddie said "if you had known before today". "So how much is in that trust then, I mean houses around here go for just under £900k" Eddie asked. Conrad looked at them both "£1.4 million and either way after five years the money is mine" he said. "Hell Conrad" Jody said looking at him "so that means in five years you get all that money?" she asked. Conrad nodded "If no houses come on the market then yes" he replied "the solicitors hold the trust fund". Sometimes you think you know what is going on in life, the three of them sat there in a very awkward silence for a moment, Eddie looked at Jody then Conrad, Jody looked at Conrad then back to Eddie and nodded. Conrad's father pushed the documents he had under his arm forward his hand resting on them. Eddie looked at his wife then Conrad "Conrad I have been offered a job in Australia" he said. "I see" he replied not looking to shocked "I wondered how long it would be" he said "is it close to gramps?" Conrad asked. "Yes" Eddie confirmed "we wanted to speak to you both before making a decision" he said. "You can come with us" his mother said before he could say anything. "No" Conrad replied and smiled "my life is here" he said "Simon wants me to take over from Jack". Eddie looked at him "Like a job?" he asked. Conrad smiled "Yes, £50k a year working the gardens of the manor" he confirmed. "Wow" Eddie said smiling and nodding "you certainly have got yourself sorted out Con, good for you". Jody held Conrad's hand "Darling this is happening quickly, we would need to be in Australia in 2 weeks". "So have you made up your mind?" Conrad asked looking at them both. "Nearly" his father confirmed "we needed to find out if we could get visas and they came through today". "We wanted to give you boys the option of coming with us so we had visas approved for you both" Jody told him. Conrad looked a little down "You have raised us and kind of done your job, you should do what is right for you both" he said. Eddie looked at him "We will have to sell this house though to buy a place in Perth" he said sounding sad. Conrad smiled "So sell it to me" he said looking at them both "that way it remains in the family". Jody looked at Eddie "This is happening then" she said then looked at Conrad "you sure you won't come?". "No" Conrad replied "I can visit you anytime out there" he said "what about Charlie? he asked. Jody nodded "He is going to finish his navy training then transfer to the Royal Australian Navy". Conrad looked saddened "He is going with you then" he said. "Yes" Eddie confirmed "but it won't be for a few years he still has to finish training". "I know that is going to be hard on you" Jody said holding Conrad's hand tighter. Conrad nodded "Yes but we are grown up now we need to follow our hearts" he said smiling at them. Eddie looked over at Conrad "So you seriously want to buy this house?" he asked. "Yes" Conrad replied quickly "how much do you need to buy a place?" he asked. "Gramps has put a deposit down on a 5 bedroom place just north of Perth about £400k I guess". Conrad looked at his father "I will buy it for £1 million it will help you get started over there". Monday morning Conrad called the solicitors and put the wheels in motion and told Simon of his parents plan whilst Jamal was outside cleaning the pool terrace. Simon felt sorry for Conrad hearing that his twin was also going to move to Australia, at the same time though he was hardly here what with the training. "Are you sure you are okay with this Conrad?" Simon asked looking concerned. He smiled and nodded "Yes, well I think so it will be lonely in the house" he admitted. Simon smiled "You can have Jack's room here if you want, just say the word" he offered. Conrad looked a little upset "I can't sleep in that bed" he said looking horrified "it holds to many memories". "I can get it replaced quickly" Simon said allaying his fear "even decorate it if you want". Conrad sat quietly for a moment "You seriously don't mind?" he asked. "No it is more a question if you forgive me enough to stay here when you want" Simon said sincerely. Conrad chuckled "I will never forgive you Simon" he replied "I like you and like being around you". Simon smiled "Good enough" he said calling Beth in and asking her to replace the bed in Conrad's room. Charlie was finding it hard to keep up with everything that had gone on when he arrived home to much celebration and a delayed Christmas. Joshua had gone home to Newcastle and was coming down at the weekend since they were back in training the following Monday. Thursday morning Conrad grabbed Charlie and took him up to the manor, he had been given permission to show Charlie around where he now worked. Charlie though was more interested in seeing this Jamal or Jam as Conrad referred to him as but was no where to be seen since Simon banned him from coming up whilst Conrad showed Charlie around. For the second time in his life Charlie met Simon and was invited in for lunch with them leaving shortly afterwards to visit his girlfriend. Conrad scratched his neck rubbing his fingers over the gold chain remembering the key. "I have something to do Simon" Conrad said lifting the chain and key over his head. Simon looked confused "What is that for?" he asked nodding to the key. "Jack left me a box hidden in the greenhouse that I have to give to you" Conrad said standing up. They both walked across the gardens to the greenhouse where Conrad counted three flagstones to the left and felt it give slightly. Simon helped him lift it up and retrieve a large metallic box that was quite heavy. Conrad sat down and used the key to open the lock and lift the lid. sheet covered the contents and there was a letter addressed to Simon that Conrad handed to him. Simon opened and read the letter quietly whilst Conrad lifted the sheet off to reveal bundles of £50 notes. "Dam" Conrad said looking at the numerous bundles of money "What is it all for?" he asked Simon. Simon put the letter down "Jack's instruction is a 50/50 split between Adam and yourself" he said. Conrad kept looking at it "Come on let's get this up to the manor" Simon said standing up. They walked back to the manor carrying the box where Conrad left Simon to deal with it heading back down to the greenhouse and filling in the hole left by the box replacing the flagstone securely. He returned back to the manor and completed some documents with Simon who joked that Jack was shrewd enough to move the money to avoid any death duties. In all there was half a million pound placed in an off shore account for Conrad and the same for Adam. Conrad sat down reeling at the amounts involved that Jack had left to him. "I have to fly to Monaco this weekend Conrad to deposit the money" Simon said looking up at him. Conrad chuckled "I don't want to know Simon, the less I know the better" he said. Simon laughed "Very wise, stay at the manor if you want Felix and Beth can look after you" he offered. "That's very kind of you Simon but Josh is coming down this weekend and we stay in a hotel" Conrad explained. "No" Simon said almost too abruptly then changing his tone "nonsense stay here, I trust you" Simon said kindly. Conrad smiled and walked round the desk sitting on Simon's lap and kissing him on the cheek "Thank you". Simon stroked his face "You know I use to fuck Jack over my desk" he said winking at Conrad. "Really?" Conrad asked "with all these things on it" he said. Simon laughed "Yes, he always picked them up after we finished" he replied staring at Conrad. Conrad laughed realising he was being moved on to the desk "Oh fuck" he giggled. Friday Conrad sat in the greenhouse close to Jamal showing him how to take a cutting from the hibiscus and potting it on to grow and new plant. They spent several hours creating a whole new batch of cuttings to grow and Jamal was enjoying himself for once happily talking away and revealing what life was like at his all boys boarding school. Conrad looked over at him "Is it true what they say about boarding school?" he asked. Jamal knew what he was getting at but played him a little "What is that?" he asked back looking at him. "You know" Conrad said hinting "is it like prison?" he now asked. Jamal laughed "Kind of" he replied potting another cutting "you mean fucking?" he asked looking at Conrad. "I suppose that is what I mean, does it really go on?" Conrad asked turning in his seat to face him. "Yes" Jamal replied "loads of blow and hand jobs go on constantly" he said. Conrad chuckled "I bet you were a good sucker" he said ducking when Jamal threw a handful of dirt in his way. "Cheeky little oik" Jamal snapped at him "you know what happens to oik's in boarding school" he teased. "No and don't call me that" Conrad replied unable to stop grinning at their playfulness "well?" he asked. Jamal made a ring with his thumb and finger "They end up lose down below from too much cock" he said smirking at Conrad. Conrad threw a handful of compost at Jamal "So are you lose then?" he asked laughing. Jamal "Dirty oik" he said chuckling then looked at Conrad "did you ever do it with the gardener?". Conrad stopped laughing and looked at him "What makes you think I am gay?" he asked in a shocked tone. "You ask way to many questions about boarding school and I bet you have a hard cock" Jamal replied. Conrad stood "Is that so" he said grabbing his cock that was not hard by any means. Jamal walked over to Conrad and rubbed his hand on Conrad's crotch squeezing and feeling "Not hard" he said. Conrad pushed his hand away, Jamal grabbed his hand pulled it against his crotch "I am though" Jamal said. Conrad tried to pull his hand away "Jam stop it" he said finding his hand being forced to massage Jamal's cock. "You want it oik" Jamal spoke in an incredibly sexy way "you want me inside you" he said. Conrad's hand began deeply massaging the cock freely feeling the fullness of it, Jamal slowly turned Conrad around. He had strength and Conrad now found himself bent over the work bench, only this time it was Jamal and not Jack standing behind him undoing his jeans. It was enough to freak Conrad out.

My first attempt at this and purely fiction so cut me some slack, please. And it's getting later (and the story is getting longer) then I intended but if you guys like it, I'll add more. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I work in a call center for a local insurance group. Nothing exciting or very challenging. It's located in a strip mall that used to have a lot more traffic till the economy tanked. As it is its just us and a hair stylist across the parking lot. Across the street is a large park that backs up to the local high school. The park has your normal park bench/tables but as you get close to the high school football field there are some metal bleachers. Now, let me say up front I am not a chicken hawk. I like my men to be MEN! Boys just don't do it for me. Yeah, yeah I hear all the time 'those tight asses', but I'd rather have a man who meets me thrust for trust and whose ass knows just exactly how to suck on my cock! On the flip side, (pun intended), if I'm the bottom I don't want my top to blow his load in three strokes or he just shoves it in and out with no finesse. Give me an experienced man any day. I get an hour for lunch so I generally grab my lunch and a book and head over to the park. My lunch is usually at 1:45 so the kids are usually in class anyway. One day I was seated at one of the park tables eating my lunch. The table was located under a large spruce which provided some nice shade on the hotter afternoons. This particular day I glanced-up when someone took a seat at the other end and opposing side of the table. The guy who had just settled onto the bench was one of the hottest young men I've seen in my 32 years. He was right on the cusp of manhood, but still has that boyish look, like he could be anywhere from 15 to 21. He stands around 5' 6", but compact as hell, maybe around 110 pounds. He was wearing a form-fitting Champion shirts that one might buy at Target, and he was obvious had had a great six pack going on, as well as the 'Y' shaped bod most of us older men fondly remember and remember fondling years later. He had dark brown chestnut hair with hints of red, a smooth complexion that was pale as milk, even in the middle of August, a small rather sharp nose, a strong chin, over all the type of classic looks that would get you anywhere or anything. I'm not a slouch but I'm nothing like this kid. I'm 6' and around 180lbs. I do my yoga, ride my bike and watch what I eat, so I'm slim, but not ripped like this kid. I have normal brown hair with a fair share of silver which started when I was 16. I have a very young looking face but with the silver in my hair and my goatee it cause people to give me a second glance. I have attractive features some say I'm handsome, others say I'm cute, so I guess I some where in the middle. Also, from all my biking I also have a great ass, and my cock, although not porn star material, at just over eight inches, and is a little thicker then most. The other thing about me is I never pull out. I can't, no matter how hard I try. It's as if my body refuses to stop till the seed is planted. I'm the same way as a bottom don't you dare pull out till every drop is where it should be. As I checked him out, (discretely, I thought), the guy look over at me and asked "Ahhh, is it ok if I sit here? It's kind of hot on the bleachers and it's easier for me to do my study hall outside away from... I mean I'd rather be outside then cooped-up." "Sure, not like I need the whole bench for my seven course meal," smiling at him and my joke. Apparently my approach hit home 'cause he smiled, seemingly a bit more at ease. I got back to my book as he unloaded his backpack, taking out a couple of books and some paper. I was trying desperately to concentrate on my book, but after reading the same sentence for the fifth time in ten minutes, it was pretty obvious (at least to me), that this wasn't going to work. I was just about to head back to work when the guy wadded up the sheet of paper on which he'd been doing some figures, and angrily ripped another sheet from his notebook. "Having some problems there?" I couldn't help but ask. "Yeah I'm not to bright and this math isn't really easy for me." "Well, some people just don't have a knack for math. My sister is one of them. She's a wiz with grammar though and can write a thesis in no time flat, but balancing a checkbook is like rocket science to her." "Well, that may be but I'm not good at math and no good for most things, as I'm just not that bright." This struck me as pretty odd, since as good looking as he was, I expected he'd be bragging about something, anything, but instead he just keep putting himself down. My paternal instincts start to kick in and I just want to help this kid. "Here let me take a look and see if I can help." I reach over for his book. "Do you mind?" "Oh no, here" and he hands over his book, albeit a bit reluctantly. As I took a look at the book, I saw that it was basic algebra, which I had studied it in my freshman year. I thought to myself "Maybe he isn't so bright but damn, with those looks he really doesn't need to be." "Which problem are you working on?" "Number 12." "Ok, so here we have..." and we spent the next 20 minutes working on his assignment. To my surprise he wasn't really stupid, he just didn't know how to approach the problem, even if he seemed to know the rules of algebra. Once I showed him where to start the analysis, he got right down to it, and he seemed quite capable, so I just handed him the book and said "Ok, do it." After a minute or so he said with a happy smile, "I think I've got this now." "Sure looks like it to me, but hey, I have to get back to work. Oh, and by the way, my name is Jason." "Quinn. Very nice to meet you. Uh, I know we just met and all, but can I ask you a favor?" Here it comes. He's been hustling me and now comes that hit on. "Sure you can ask" I replied very flatly. "I see you out here every day. If I have any more problems with my home work, could I run them by you?" Caught completely off-guard because this was NOT what I was expecting, all I can do is nod my head and stutter "Ahhh sure, yeah ok, but shouldn't you ask your parents for help?" He looked at me, obviously surprised by my question, and replied "You don't know who I am?" "Yeah sure, you're Quinn, the kid I just helped. Should I know more?" At this Quinn lit-up like a Christmas tree and replied with a smile "No, not really," as packed-up his book and papers, got-up and began the walk back to the school. As he left I had a clear view of the sweetest ass ever. It wasn't quite a bubble butt, more like just RIGHT THERE. And it was so firm I found myself wishing I was his shorts, especially since it was obvious he didn't wear any underwear. Then he turned around and called-out, "Hey Jason, if you're up for it, could you help me tomorrow? I have a test on Friday and could really use your help." "Sure" as I swallowed and literally wiped the droll that was trying to escape the corner of my mouth. This was how it started. Next thing I knew I was tutoring Quinn on my lunch break, which was a combination of shear torture, frustration and pride. Yes pride, 'cause although this young man had my hormones racing, it also felt good to be able to help someone who really needed it. It turned-out Quinn was very bright, but no one seemed to want to take the time to find out. I also noticed that the other kids seem to avoid him. As discretely as I could, I asked him about their behavior and he shrugged it off, saying "Their parents don't want them around me 'cause of my mother. Besides I'm too old." Thinking very quickly, I decided to explore the less-sensitive of the two prongs he brought-up, so I responded "Now that's an odd thing to say. How old are you?" "I turned 19 two weeks back. They say I'm to old to stay here, but as long as I don't cause any problems I can finish out the year. I got held back a couple of years cause my mom didn't get me to school enough and I missed too many days." "I'm sorry to hear that, but we'll get you through with flying colors" and with that I grinned, and again he lit-up. Damn I loved to see him smile like that. It's as if the sun had gone nova or something. Then a few weeks later, when I got back from my lunch break, my friend John, who was also my supervisor, came-up and quietly said "So smooth, ain't he. Young and nubile yet knows just what to do." "What the fuck" I asked just a bit to loudly "are you insinuating?" All I could see was red and I was on the verge of decking my supervisor and friend. He was not put-off, however. "Oh please. Don't get all high and mighty with me. Everyone know's Quinn's mom pimps him out and he just about the best 'ride' out there." It was like someone just dumped ice water on me. I just stood there, shocked, my mouth agape. That a woman could do that to her own son! And then to have a friend, who I thought knew me better, then all-but accuse me of joining in on the fun was just to much. In a very quiet voice I looked stared at John saying merely "You have confused me with one of your sick perverted fantasies, and you evidently don't know me, and for that matter I guess I don't know you as well as I thought I did. If you EVER bring this up to me again I will have you in front of HR so fast you'll have no clue what hit you, and then I'll let Missy know just how much you know about that 'smooth ride'! With that I turned around and went to my desk seething the entire way. For the next hour I couldn't get a damn thing right. My calls sucked, my follow-ups where none existent, and finally I got a call from the branch manager, Tim, to come into his office. As I entered the office I saw John was also there and the anger I had tried to control burst out: "Just what the fuck did you tell him? Did you just telll him about what you thought I was...." "JASON!" Tim said firmly "there is something we need to discuss and I need you to settle down please. Now this is a small office and conversations are easily overheard. Now, close the door and take a seat." As I turn a glaring eye on John I noticed he looked a bit dejected, and he was beat red. "I happened to be coming in the back door from my lunch when I over heard you two talking. Now as branch manager I'm required to report inappropriate comments from supervisors to employees to the HR department, regardless of whether or not the individuals are, or used to be, friends." With this he gave a rather flat look to John, "but I would prefer to handle this another way - if you two consent." Just by the tone of his voice, I was sure John had already consented to whatever Tim had in mind, so I needed to be careful. "Ok, how do you want to handle this." "Well, it may surprise you to know I know Quinn, and have always felt he had more potential, but I've never been in a position to help. I now find myself in a position to where I can give a small amount of assistance. It seems you've taken him under your wing and have been helping him with his homework. Don't look so surprised, Jason, You used to come back from lunch 15 minutes early, and now you're racing for the time clock, generally five minutes late. So I figured that we could make this a win-win for almost everyone." Again he gave John that flat look that basically said 'Except for you and you'd better just like it.' Tim continued his remarks, saying "I'd like you to increase your tutoring efforts with Quinn, and I'll give you an extra half hour for lunch that you can devote to this purpose. To cover the lost time either John will cover your shift, or if you prefer, you can simply work a half-hour longer each day, your call. In addition, given the onset of Fall and Winter, I'll give you the keys to the empty office next door so you can tutor Quinn in there. In addition I'll have a coffee pot set-up, or hot chocolate for you two, as well as provide paper and pens. You think about it and you can let me know by the end of the week." "No that wont be necessary" I replied without hesitation. John's head jerked-up and he was sweating like a pig with that deer in-the-headlights look. "I'll do it. I'll just work an extra half-hour at the end of the day." John suddenly look relieved, but didn't look at me or Tim. Tim looked at John, asking "Does that work for you?" Rising to his feet, John replied "Yes sir, I'll take care of the supplies for the next room and get the coffee and cocoa" and with that he headed for the door. "John, don't forget to get Jason a set of keys as well." "Yes sir" and with that he was out the door. As I stood to follow John, Tim said "Jason, please shut the door and take a seat." I shut the door, took a seat, and gave Tim a sexy wink, trying to make my voice sultry "Yes, boss, anything for you, sir!" Tim and I went way back. We actually roomed together in college, and although he is now married, he and I had some fun times before then. Now he's totally devoted to Laura, his wife and she in turn loves me to death so all's good, but Tim and I still occasionally chuckle about the old days. Tim laughed and then said, "Hey, I need to tell you a few things okay. Just between us." With that I had the worrisome thought 'Is everyone fucking this poor kid?'. "Don't get that look. It's not what you're thinking. You know how long Laura and I've been married." "Well duh I WAS your best man, or was I her brides maid? One of the two, at any event." We both chuckled at that. "Ok, smart ass. How long have Laura and I been married?" "You two were married Dec 21, 1994 'cause you wanted everyone to be there, so you lined-it up with Christmas since everyone was going to be there for the holiday." "Right. And you remember my bachelor party?" "Well some of it. I kind of got lost under Jack Daniels so that I had an excuse for not playing touchy feely with the lap dancer. Ick. For days all I could remember about her was her boobs, and I remember thinking 'I just don't see what you guys see in them'." "Jason,....that lap dancer is Quinn's mom." "OH! SHIT!" "OH wait, OH HELL NO!" I'm mentally adding up dates and suddenly it dawns on me. "Is Quinn your son!? No he can't be. He doesn't look anything like you." As I said this, Tim reached into his desk drawer and pulled out an old photograph, sliding it across the table to me. "This is my father when he married my mom. I took after her, but do you see what I see?" And there in the photo was Quinn, Maybe not exactly Quinn but close enough. Tim continued saying "I've always wanted to help him, but as understanding as Laura is, I'm not sure she'd be THIS understanding. I can't see her accepting that I fathered a son with the town whore. I don't think it would fly too well. So yes, I do have an ulterior motive, but I know you'll do what's best for him and I trust you." "Well thank you for telling me and I fully understand. I love Laura to death but yeah, somethings are better left unsaid." I left Tim's office feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all. I never thought helping a young man on my lunch break would open up such a large can of worms! The next week brought with chill winds of autumn and we were both happy to be inside. Quinn and I were quit comfortable around each other by now and I pretty much could read him. Like most people he had his good day and bad days but he never really let it show I could just sense it but knowing his mother and how things where I didn't want to pry to much. One day though we had a major turning point, which I should have honestly expected. Quinn showed up and he seemed very uncomfortable, just kept fidgeting and wouldn't sit still. "Quinn, what's wrong?" "Nothing, I'll be fine." "Ok saying you'll BE fine, means your not fine right now what's wrong?" "I'm just sore. That's all." "Sore?" "Yeah, Mom had some work for me and I guess I just over did it." "Wait, what kind of work?" I could feel my temper working up to a full steam. Quinn just looked at me like he was ready to breakdown. I couldn't take it, so I pulled his chair close to me and put my arm around his shoulders, saying softly, "Hey, you can talk to me. It's ok." "I don't want you to hate me like everyone else." "What?! Why would anyone hate you?" At this he started to shake all over and tears started running down his face "Cause my mother's a whore and I'm a whore too, I have to be 'cause she is." At this I thought he would just shake himself apart. I pulled him tighter to me and stroked his back, which cause's him to flinch. "Hey hey, its alright. I don't hate you, in fact I'm very proud of you, you know that right?" as I backed away a little. "How can you be proud of a whore's son?" "Hey stop that now! Just because your mother chose that doesn't mean that's what you have to be!" "But I am, I've had to in order to have a place to stay or food. Mom uses most what she gets for drugs and if I don't do what she says she will kick me out and I have no place to go and I have to finish school this year or I won't be able to and..." at this point Quinn is starting to get the sub-sups and can't speak to clearly. I move closer to him again sensing he needs comfort, he leans into me but as I put my arms around him he stiffens up. "Hey buddy, it's ok. I won't do anything to you." "It's not that it just hurts." "I know, buddy, people shouldn't treat you like that." "No, it's not just that. My back side hurts" he mumbled and then started sniffing again. "Ok, let's take a look." "NO! You can't see me like that" "Hey, hey, hold on. Take it easy. I just want to make sure you're ok, that's all. I need to know how badly you're hurt." "Please, I don't want you to hate me" he sobbed. I gently took hold of his chin and turned him to face me, and looking directly in his eyes I told him the truth: "Quinn, I will never hate you for what your mother makes you do, or for what other people do to you. I've grown to care for you a great deal. You're practically a son to me. Now please let me see." With a little coaxing I got Quinn to turn around and lift up his shirt. All across this gorgeous young man's back and below the waistband of his pants were welts. I was shaking with rage, and seeing my reaction, Quinn started to cry again. "I knew you'd hate me." I quickly put both my hands on either side of his face and pulled him to me. "I do NOT hate you. I hate who ever did this to you." And with that I leaned over and kissed those perfect lips. It was just a peck, that was all, but every part of my body screamed to make it more. 'This young man is mine - how dare anyone touch him like that' raced through my brain. With ever ounce of my being I pulled back and, with my thumbs, wiped his tears away. "Is it worse below your belt? Did who ever did this to you hurt your privates." I felt kind of silly referring his cock that way, but to my mind he was still a kid, no matter that my hormones were trying to convince me otherwise. "No, it's the same." "Ok." I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Jason, you can ask me anything." "Ok, this isn't going to be easy but I need to know. When your mother has you do these 'jobs' for her, do you use protection?" "Yes. Always. Mom says I'm no good to her if I'm diseased and she makes it clear they can do anything but that." "Ok. I know that but do they ever force you to, well you know, not use protection?" "Once in a while, but I never let them and I'm always careful to keep an eye on everything cause if I get diseased then I'll have no place to go." "Ok, well that is not true." And with that I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote my address and phone number down for him. "You can call me or come over anytime. I don't care if it's two in the goddamn morning. If you need a place, call me or come over. He looked at the address and asked "Hey, this is over by Shanty Mart, right?" "Yeah, just cross the street and two houses down. With all the plants in front." Hey I'm gay, okay, and have to have a front yard to make Martha proud! Quinn sagged into my chest and mumbled "Thank you Jason, you don't know what this means to me." He hugged me and turned then around as if he was afraid again, saying "I need to get going. Mom will be expecting me home soon." "Ok, but remember call or come over if you need to/" "I will" as he headed out the door. Two days later it was Saturday and I had a full day: grocery shopping and running errands in the rain sucks, and not in a good way! I was in my robe, and having just finished dinner, I was washing up dishes. As I glanced-out the window I saw someone walking on the sidewalk across the street. I didn't think much at first, other then the poor sucker should have a rain coat or something. A bit later, as I was rinsing I saw what seemed to be the same person walking by, going the other way. Again at first I didn't think much about it - whoever it was just must have forgotten something at the market. But then a third trip and I realized the person seemed to be looking at my house and he (or she) had my full attention. As I peered through the rain, trying to get a clear view, I thought 'That can't be Quinn', but I put down my dish towel and headed for the door, knowing internally that it was him. I opened the door as he was headed down the street yet again. "Quinn?" He stops and turns around and looks at me. Even at this distance I can tell he's upset. "Quinn, get in here now!" He jumped, but hurried towards my house. "I'm sorry Jason, I didn't know where else to go" He sobbed, throwing himself into my arms. Now, as hot as it is to have a gorgeous young man throw himself into your arms, it's not so much when you are wearing only a bath robe and the gorgeous young man is soaked to the bone in 30 degree rainwater. Perhaps 97% of my body was eager to get the hell away from the cold, while 3% of my body was stretching up to get a better view. It's amazing how my dick has its own brain. I swear it does! "That's why I gave you my address, silly. Come in and let me get you something warm to eat and wear." I pulled him into the house, and he stood there, dripping water everywhere. "Ok, hold on. Stand right there and take your shoes and clothing off." I swear my dick was doing talking and it just over-rode my brain. I went to my bedroom, grabbing a spare robe as well as some towels out of the closet. Coming out of my room and I swear my cock just snickered that he had gotten one over on me. When I told Quinn to take off his clothing, It never crossed my mind what the total impact of seeing this young god completely naked would have on me. Now I found myself stopped dead in my tracks, my jaw on the floor, fighting with my hormones. Even as I took in the scene, I found myself telling myself he was too young, that he was just a kid, he wasn't my type: Quinn's body was ever more perfect then I thought. It was fairly obvious he did some serious abs work outs as he sported a washboard stomach, full pecs, and the smallest nipples I'd even seen. His legs were muscular, and not one pubic hair to be found, no treasure trail, no peach fuzz on the balls, nothing. Of course this only made what looked to be no less then a 10 in cock to look even bigger. I though 'How can someone that petite have such a huge cock? I mean if he gets hard he'll just tip over'. I couldn't stop staring. Frankly, he looked like Michelangelo's David, just with a better dick. Absolutely perfect. "Ahhmmm, my mom makes me shave it all off. She says that the guys like that." Poor Quinn. He was flushing beet red, mistaking my stare of lust for repulsion. "No, it's ok. I just forgot you don't wear underwear." "How did you know that I don't?" Oops. Caught. "Well, ahhh, with the shorts you were wearing this summer it would have been obvious if you did." "Oh, ok. Hey, could I have the towel please? I'm freezing." With a guilty start I rush over to him and handed him the towels. "I'm so sorry. Here, dry off and then put on this robe. Have you eaten? I'll make some hot chocolate to warm you up." With that I dashed into the kitchen, calling out "I just finished putting away some chicken Cesar salad - if you'd like some." "I don't want to inconvenience you more then I already have." "Quinn, stop it. I just said I just put it away. It's right here and you're never an inconvenience. Ok?" I quickly threw together a salad for him and had just set it on my kitchen table when he walked in wearing nothing but my robe, his wet clothing in his hads. Fuck, I was jealous of that robe right then and there - wrapped around his body like that. "What should I do with these?" "Here, let me have them." I took the clothing from him, wrapping them up in the towel he had used to dry off, just so the clothing didn't drip all over the floor. "Sit down and eat and I'll put these in the wash" I hear the hair slide across the floor as I open the closet with the washer and dryer and get his clothes started. I come back into the kitchen and he's packed away the salad already. "Damn were you hungry or what? Do you want some more? I have plenty really." "No thank that was plenty, but can I have another cup of chocolate please?" "Of course" I grabbed his empty cup and turned quickly so as not to stare - the robe has parted in all the wrong <RIGHT> places and I was trying to control myself. I filled the cup with water, shoved it into the microwave and turning, asked "So, what's up?" "Mom has a job and I needed to be else where, and as it's too late to hang at the mall, I thought I'd see if it was ok to come over." The microwave shut off and I took out the water, added the coco, stirred it up and turned to face Quinn who was seated at my table practically naked. I set the cup down in front of him and sat in the chair across from him with the table hiding everything below the waist. Just looking at his chest was problematic enough. "Well you welcome to stay the night if you don't mind the couch. It folds out into a bed so you should be comfortable enough." "Really? You don't mind? Do you want anything in exchange?" He said this almost fearfully like he expected the worst. "No, my young friend, I don't expect anything in return." "Jason, can I ask you something?" "Of course." "Are you gay? You never talk about women, but you also have never tried anything with me, although it seems at times like you would like to." "Yes, I'm gay, but I've only ever wanted to help you. I don't take advantage of kids." "I'm 19. Only to my mom's 'friends' am I a kid." "Well, I'm NOT your mom's friend. In fact, and I'm sorry if I upset you when I say this, but I'd gladly string her up by her twat and hang her for what she's done to you!" I had to take a few deep breaths to collect myself, 'cause again I was at war with myself. Part of me was infuriated with the injustice of what she did to him, and in my mind, no one had the right to touch MY boy! "I'm not upset. I've kind of stopped loving her. I just stay there 'cause I have to to finish school." "Okay. Well, enough depressing shit. Are you tired or do you want to watch a movie? Also, you're more then welcome to use the shower anytime you like. Just use the towels hanging next to it. They're clean." "I think I'll take a shower and go to bed." "Okay, young man. While you shower I'll make up the bed and I'm gonna hit the sack myself. Help yourself to the kitchen if you get hungry." With that we both stood up and his robe parted briefly. He gathered the robe back in place, but not before my dick took notice. I quickly adjust my robe and headed down the hall to get fresh sheets for his bed. Quinn followed right behind me. "Bathroom is right here. Help yourself." Quinn walked past me, only to stop, and turning towards me, he said "Jason, thank you so much." With that he hugged me and I could see he was trying not to cry. I put my arms around him, as I also firmly clenched my dick between my thighs. "Hey bud its what friends do" Quinn then kissed my neck and I think I heard him mumble "I love you" and then he was off into the bathroom. I grabbed the linen and headed over to make the bed thinking 'Fuck. I'm gonna have blue balls for days'. I made-up his bed and my task done, I headed into my room. I usually sleep naked but figured I should probably better put something on, so I grabbed a pair of loose boxers and got into bed. I could hear Quinn when he got out of the shower and a minute or so later I heard him rummaging around, getting settled into bed. Surprisingly, I quickly fell asleep, and I found myself having the most incredible dream. David had come to life just for me. He's gently caressing my chest and ever so delicately nibbling my tits, as he whispered to me "No one's ever been so good to me. Jason, I think I might be in love with you" as he kept touching my body, and in the process, carefully slid his hand into my boxers and took out my cock. It was completely covered in precum. I'm a slimer and can soak through the front of a pair of jeans in no time. He slid his hand up and down my shaft, caressing my cock, slowing milking more precum out of me, fondling my balls with his other hand, still very softly, as if he was afraid of moving to much. I found myself gasping at the sensation: it was so gentle and my body tingled all over. My cock jerked and I can feel it was oozing yet more cum. Suddenly David's hands were gone and the bed shook. About then I started to become aware that I might be experiencing more than a dream - especially when I felt a man's back press up against my chest and an ass pressing up against my cock. "Quinn?" I felt a hand grasping the base of my cock, and I gasped, unable to speak. "Hmmmm, yes. Do you like this Jason?" Quinn was now sliding my cock head all over his tight opening, and in the process, of course, his hole was covered in my precum. I gasped, trying to think, but my cock was over riding all rational thought. "Quinn..., I can't...." "Sshh. It's ok. I've never been with a man I wanted to be with, I WANT to be with you." "Quinn you don't understand, I can't...." As I was searching for the right words to explain that once I started I couldn't stop, my cock head popped into his tight hole. Now I was gone. The sensation of Quinn's tight ass massaging my cock head was more then I could take. I stopped trying to speak as Quinn gently rocked back and forth, working more of my cock and precum into his hole. I tried one last time "Quinn you need to know something." "Yes I need to know what it feels like to be with someone I love to be with someone that wants me for me" And I do, cause I really do want him. Want to make him mine. I put my arms around him and pull him to me as I start to work my cock deeper into his ass. I precum is slicking up the way but I'm still thicker then most so I'm taking my time knowing my cock is spurting up his ass and lubing him up good. I as I gently work my cock in and out of his ass I use one hand to pull his face to me and gently kiss his lips. It start out soft like everything about this did but it quickly get more passionate. Quinn is like a drowning man gasping for his last breath. He's pushing his ass back onto my cock and trying to swallow my tongue. I feel him wince as he pushes a bit more then he should. "Easy baby no need to rush I got you and I got what you need. Let me do the work" I gently pull back to just the crown and flex my cock. I can feel the precum oozing out of my head lubing up his tight ass. Gasping "Oh my god that feels so good" I flex my cock again and Quinn moans. Now that I've got a couple of good squirts of precum I slide an inch back in. "Feel that baby" I flex again. That's me lubing up your hole, that's my precum and my dna getting into you. Your going to be mine more then you counted on" I slide another inch into him and stop to flex again. Now my other hand is caressing his chest and my lips have found his ears. I'm not sure which is more sensitive for him as each time I tweak his nip's his ass spasms around my cock but each time I nibble his ear he tries to push further back. I've got 4 inches in his sweet ass and my cock wants to charge the rest of the way in but I want this to last and I have to make Quinn mine I have to do to him what no one has over done. I'm going to make love to him but I'm also going to poz him up. I can't help it. I want him, he has to be mine. I tried to tell him but once my cock was in he was going to be bred and it was my toxic seed, my dna that would be knock him up. I pull back a 1/2 inch only to give me twice that back. "Jason <gasp>, Oh my god, Jason OH" Quinn can seem to finish what he's trying to say as each time he starts I push in a bit more of my cock. "Ok baby here you go here's the last bit" and with that I shove the last inch of my cock deep in this tight ass. Damn it feels like a python is squeezing my dick. This boy is as tight as they come even considering what his mom makes him do. I pull him tighter against me and roll over on my back. He lays his head against my head board and I start to pull out, the grip on my dick is amazing and then when just my cock slide out and thrust it all back in at once. Quinn lets out a moan and his ass just quivers around my cock. I slowly pull out and ram it back in a few more time getting him loosened up. Now I have him turn around and face me. Damn the boy is hung and I'm going to enjoy having that in my ass but that's for another time. My cock is in place and be damned if he's coming out before his job is done. I grab Quinn's hips and raise him up and then drop him on my cock. His eye's open wide as my cock viciously rams his prostate and cum squirts out his cock. He isn't cuming yet just my cock hitting him just right to force some of his boy juice onto my chest. Oh fuck that's hot. I repeat the process and am rewarded with a couple more shots of cum on my stomach. Quinn is moaning and grinding down on my cock like he's cowboy at a rodeo. I'm getting close but I need to do that job right. I pull Quinn to my chest and roll us over so he's on his back. He instinctively wraps his legs around my waste. I grind down into him hitting is sweet spot and making his cock jump. I can feel my own venom building up, my balls are aching my cock is flaring up for the bite. I start to pummel his ass hitting his spot every other thrust. Quinn is alternating between gasping and moaning. Suddenly he stiffens up and without any other friction other then our sliding stomach he shoots his load between us. He's shuddering like he's in the middle of a seizure and his ass is milking my dick for all its worth. This is just to much and my cock expands and lashes out. Its sends its venom deep into Quinn's ass making him ours. My cock feels like its never going to stop shooting. I've shoot at least 7 times deep into his ass and I'm still throbbing and pulsing inside him. Quinn has his arms wrapped around my neck and is kissing me and crying at the same time. "shh shh its ok baby I'll take care of you" "Jason no one has ever made me feel like that. They don't care how I feel the just fuck me and they don't care how I feel" I sit up with my cock still nestled in his ass "I'm not like those guys when I say I'll take care of you I mean it" "yeah I....Jason....what's that?!" With a shaky finger he points to tattoo on my left pec. "You know what that is and what it means don't you?" "OH NO! Jason NO!"

Well, after 4 big, creamy loads given by 3 younger lads off my recently downloaded Grindr app, I thought today would be a good day for anal loads. I haven't had anal sex (due to COVID times) since early March at Steamworks Toronto. I used my place to host. The first anal load came from a younger man off the local BBRT. First time this has happened. I put an ad up on BBRT and gave myself about a window of 5 hrs to play. He messaged me saying that he'd be ok for a quick dump-and-go. I was o.k. with that. Beggars can't be choosers (my Mom used to say). It didn't take him long to get here. T-shirt and shorts and shoes. He didn't want to be kissed. Sucking on his nipples got him hard. He applied a little lube to my cleaned-out hole. He remarked that my hole was hungry to take his hard cock with no problem. A few thrusts and he grunted. This time I could feel him spurting inside. The second guy came around later off Grindr. He sounded Egyptian or north African with an accent. Great cock pic. When he came over, he apologized to me that he smoked a joint with his friend. Well, he, too, refused kissing. Even though he smoked a joint, he became hard and jacked off a load which he shoved into my already-lubed ass from load #1. What I learned about using Grindr: be clear about what you want and repeat in text message what you want, if necessary. Two bb sex wannabees didn't show. Their loss. With 4 oral loads and 2 anal loads in my system, I feel really GOOD that I was able to re-connect with cock and cum despite COVID. Woohoo!

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!

Quinn "OH NO, Jason NO!" I can't help but yell. This cant be happening to me. I finally find a man I feel I can trust, a man I want to be with. He's just made love to me like no one has ever before, and he's possibly given me HIV. I don't know what to do. I try to get away but he's got me up against the headboard. You're on antivirals, right?" "I was, but my last blood work showed elevated liver enzymes so my doctor has taken me off of them, and after they've cleared my system we'll do another test to see if the meds are causing the problem." "Ok, but it takes time for the virus to build back up right?" I'm pleading with him. I'm grasping at straws. No, no, this can't be happening to me. Suddenly I feel his cock twitch deep inside me. Oh god I can't help but moan with pleasure, even though I realize he's still in me with his HIV-loaded cock. "Yes, it does take time to build back up." Jason's looking me in the eyes and I see he cares for me and I instinctively find myself relaxing. Then he continued adding "Baby, it takes two days and I've been off of them for almost three weeks." "OH no." I've got to get him out of me. I have to get to the bathroom and clean his load out. I start to squirm and pull away but he's got a firm grip on my thighs. I try to push him out him out but all this does is make his cock even harder and bury itself even deeper in me. Then he shifts slightly and he hits that spot inside me. "OH God" I can't help but moan. He feels so good inside me. No one has ever felt this good inside me but I scared to death. Where will I go? How can I finish school? What is my mother going to do to me? Jason slides his hands up my thighs and grabs my hips and pulls me back towards him embedding his cock deeply in my ass. I can feel it twitching and flexing which makes me moan and want him more. But I can't get infected. It will ruin me. He pulls back some and I feel like there's a void left where he was, where he should be. No I can't think like that he has to get out of me, its a good thing he's pulling out of me. He leans over and licks up the cum off my stomach and then he pushes back in and leans down and kisses me deep. The taste of my cum and his cock sliding back into me is more then I can take. I don't know what to do I want to run and get away but I need to have him buried deep inside me. I don't want anyone but him to ever fuck me again. "Taste that love? That's going to be one of your last neg loads. You'll have a few more but soon you'll be infected, you'll have my DNA inside you, you'll be mine" He pulls back and then angles his dick right into the spot again. I squirt cum again, how does he do that to me? He makes me squirt and I'm not even cuming or touching myself, its like he's pushing all my neg juice out so it can be filled with toxic seed instead. "I'm going to get sick, right?" I can't help but ask. Again his cock twitches and expands. Its like his cock is excited by my fear and with the thought of shooting its viral load into me. "Yes baby you will, but I'll take care of you," and then he starts again. He's been just sitting there with his cock in me barely moving but now he's actively fucking me again. His cock is so thick its like a torpedo bombing its way into me. When he starts to pull back its like my ass can't help but push because of the way he's tapered but his cock never leaves my ass completely. His head is just inside me, pulsing dripping more precum, more virus into me. Then, in one steady push, he's sliding all the way back into me. "Oh God, Jason I can't." He leans over and kisses me deeply but gently. My whole world become centered on his lips. He gently places his hands on either side of my face, looks me in the eye and then leans in and his tongue is dancing with mine as he grinds his hip against my ass. This is right, this is where I need to be. I need this man to make me his but I'm still so scared. He slides back a few inches and just throbs inside of me, making small jabbing motions that are diving me crazy. He caresses my sides and his hands move down to my hips. He grabs them firmly and hikes my ass up and drives his cock in as deep as it could go. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and my arms around his shoulder and I kiss him back. He acknowledges my surrender to him with a smile and says "I'm very proud of you my young man. I'm going to make you mine, your going to be a part of me soon. You'll always have me with you." His breathing is getting heavier and I can feel this cock getting even thicker. Damn how thick can his cock get? It fills me up like nothing ever has, its taking possession of me, its going to blast inside me and claim me. His pace is picking up and I can't help but moan and pant as he's taking over my body. He's using my hips to pull me onto his cock burying it as deep as it can into me. He's pounding away at my ass and its right. Its what I want, what I need. I need for Jason to make me his. "YES, Oh fuck" He groans into me ear and he shifts in such a way that he's right on that spot and I can feel his cock kicking and throbbing inside me. I can't help myself I bury my heals into his ass as I arch my back to get as much of his cock as I can and I'm shooting my load all over us. We're moving together to get his cock as far inside me as its physically possible. The only thing between us is his pubic hair as it grinds against my ass. As I start to calm down from another mind blowing orgasm my mind kicks in again. "Oh fuck, I've taken two poz loads now!" "Yes, and that's just a start, baby."

This story is inspired by a recent post by traindriver68 on his experience on the heath. Part one I had heard about Hampstead Heath and how wild it could be, but had never had a chance to go as I didn't live in London. To be honest, it also scared me a little as I knew what could happen, but at the same time it exerted a horrid fascination. Then one hot summer night I found myself staying overnight in London on business. Before I realised what I was doing, I took the tube and found myself on the edge of the heath. It wasn’t quite dark and there was enough light to see a path leading into the bushes. I followed it for a while, aware of some figures moving around me but I couldn’t find what I was looking for – the notorious “fuck tree”. I paused, my heart pounding in my chest and beginning to have serious doubts about what I was doing there. Did I really want this? My palms were sweaty with excitement and fear. Just as I determined to retrace my steps and get out of there a voice said “What’s up, you lost kid?” I turned to see a chubby, middle-aged guy wearing a leather waistcoat over his bare chest, leather jock strap and boots. Beside him was a taller, thin guy in denim shorts and sleeveless t-shirt. My throat was dry, but I nodded and managed a smile, my eyes fixed on the bulge in his jock. “Jesus, a newbie.” Croaked the second guy. They grinned and took my arms in theirs. “C’mon, we’ll show you the way.” We moved deeper into the heath, pushing through some bushes and into a clearing where an old tree had fallen on its side. It was packed with guys, sucking and fucking around the tree. I paused and felt my heart skip a beat. The chubby guy laughed. “Nasty, ‘ain’t it? You up for this?” “Here,” the other guy handed me a bottle of poppers. I took a deep sniff and felt the aroma sweep through me, melting my muscles and sweeping away my reluctance. They led me down into the crowd of sweaty, excited men. Many of them had stripped, and I was engulfed in sweaty naked bodies. There was a fat, balding man bent over the log being fucked by a younger guy in a baseball cap. I clearly saw the cock going in and out of his arse and there was no condom in sight. The thin guy handed me the poppers, then pulled my head down and levered his cock out of his shorts. It was dripping pre-cum and I eagerly lapped it up. I could sense we were becoming the centre of attraction and a number of hands began to caress my body and tug at my jeans. The chubby guy in the leather jockstrap squeezed my hand. “Easy kid, don’t be scared.” He whispered and his hands loosened my belt buckle, allowing my jeans and underwear to be tugged down by the denizens around us. I found myself being pulled over to the tree, and just managed to step out of my jeans and underpants before I tripped. Gently, but firmly I was bent over the log beside the fat guy lying there who put an arm over my shoulder and began to kiss me. Someone got in front of me and offered me a stubby cock which I began to suck. But as I felt the warm night air on my naked backside I asked myself what was I doing? Someone smeared lube into my arsehole, and I jumped with surprise, now scared and unsure of what I wanted. The fat man’s arm held me down. “Easy, son” he said “ Let them breed you.” I asked for poppers and as the chemical swept through me I felt a thick cock begin to open me up. I reached back and felt the bare shaft as it slowly slid up me, and groaned in surrender. I heard a low chuckle and looked back to see the chubby guy in the leather jockstrap riding me. He had discarded the waistcoat and I saw he had two tattoos on his chest of a scorpion and a biohazard symbol. He leant over me and began thrusting hard and animal like into me until I felt his cock stiffen and throb and he grunted like a pig. “Oh yeah,” He gasped. “No turning back now, kid!”

I been putting off a trip to Atlanta because of Covid. Has anyone or would anyone consider wearing a mask to stop by my room and breed me? I've always gotten off on anonymous use and the mask would keep us both safe and add a kinky twist.

This is why I keep talking about how we fuck the whole man. The man uses his dick and his body and his mind to fuck and breed and own another man.

There’s a fair few out there that’s for sure. But if pressed I’m squarely in the Ryan Reynolds and Tom Hardy camp. Especially if I’m being tag-teamed.

I have to say I don't often go to cruising grounds. In my experience it's often just a lot of walking around and waiting - and then if you're lucky you get to suck a cock but that's it... Not worth it! Still, yesterday there seemed to be nothing online, so I went out to a cruising area just for the heck of it. If nothing else it was hot and sunny weather so at least I could tan my butt cheeks... I found a nice spot in a clearing - with a fallen tree that would serve just fine for leaning over... So I got naked and bent over the tree and decided to give it 15 minutes or I'd get up and leave. 14 minutes came and went - I kept myself entertained on my phone, so I could also keep track of the time - but then I heard something behind me. Obviously I instantly dropped the phone and did my best to perk up the arse and make it look inviting! The man stopped a few metres behind me, presumably considering whether he wanted my arse or not, but in the end he walked up to me and started fondling my cheeks. Now, once you touch my arse I go electric and just need to be fucked!!! I had lubed up before I bent over the tree trunk, so I reached back and caught one of his hands and led it to my hole so he could finger me and feel I was wet and definitely ripe for plucking... Fortunately he seemed to agree, and I heard his zipper and then I felt his cock against my arse so quickly that I knew he hadn't taken the time to put on a condom. Since I was all lubed up and ready he just shoved it in balls-deep from the beginning and started pounding hard - he made me squeal a little, but the place was secluded enough that this wasn't really a problem, and the only people who seemed to hear me were men who were there for the same purpose as us... I think I heard a few guys rustling about in the forest around the clearing, hopefully watching me getting fucked. And one apparently came closer and at one point exclaimed "yeah, fuck him harder!", so that was pretty hot. When the man had done his bit and unloaded deep in my satisfyingly pounded-out guts I stayed in position bent over the log, perhaps vainly hoping somebody would replace him... Well, that didn't happen, but I did stay there bent over long enough for the cum dripping out of my hole to dry in the hot sunshine. And one mustn't be greedy. One cock and one load can be satisfying enough, though of course a dozen cocks and loads would be nicer...

Hooked up Sunday evening with a very fit very hairy 23 yr old buildings site labourer called Alex. 6’2” tall, blue eyes & with a 9.5” uncut dick, thick black curly man fur on his chest, abs, legs & arse and big untouched natural bush around his big dick. After a good 30 minutes of BJ & deep rimming 69 action he got me on the bed, arse up & head down. He eased his big swollen bell end 1/2 half way mmy cuntholle then rames the rest balls deep in me making me groan, his dick felt good in cunthole, when he started playing with my nipples his dick felt out of this world & he fuck me to orgasm, my climax made him cum deep in my hole. We’ve been fucking for over 8 hours now & still can’t seem to get enough of each other, he’s bred 7 big loads in my cunt & made me orgasm every time. Time to work on getting more of his cum in me arse & then time for me to get by dick in his tight arse.

I was looking through nearby guys on grinder this morning. I didn't really expect to find anyone, it's not the busiest time really, when this old guy hit me up. I'm not into older dudes, and he was not really a hot daddy, but he was fine. Definitely hitting gym for time to time. And I didn't have a sex for a while because of the lockdown. He offered to fuck me so dominantly I just couldn't say no. I gave him my address and in half an hour he was at my door. He looked a bit thinner than the picture, but his smell got me crazy horny. It was quite hot outside and he seemed to sweat a lot. I started sucking him right there, smelling his sweaty bush. He got hard right away and turned out to be quite hung with heavy low hanging nuts. But he didn't really care for blowjob much, so we proceeded to the bedroom. He asked me if I had condoms and when I said I didn't he gladly agreed to fuck we raw. He warned me that he never pulls out, but at that moment there was nothing I wanted more then his heavy load up my butt. I had lube and poppers on the bed next to us, but he just spit on his cock and started pushing in. Good thing I lubed and stretched myself beforehand, because he didn't care much. He told me he had not cum for a week and that had a huge load for me. He quickly picked up the pace, going all the way in, so I could feel his sweaty low hanging balls slapping against my ass with each stroke. He got pretty rough, climbing on top of me and slamming me into the bed. His sweat was dripping on me. His eyes were closed. I really felt like I was nothing more then a piece of meat for him. He didn't care to look at me, he just wanted a release. Surprisingly he lasted at least ten minutes, before he made a quiet grunt, slammed as deeply as he could and then his whole body shuddered as he sent rope after rope of his old man seed into my guts. For a while he just laid on top of me catching breath. Then he pulled out, cleaned up his cock with my t-shirt, got dressed and was gone. He didn't care that I didn't cum, he didn't even said anything. I went to a mirror to look at my gaping hole. It was red and now that I stood up, cum started leaking out of it. It tasted bitter. I got my dildo and started playing with it, pushing cum out and then back in. Those big old nuts really left a huge load, so my hole was very slippery. I made few deep hits of poppers. The idea that some strange old guy left huge load in me quickly sent me over the edge and I was cumming so hard I almost passed out. The next thing I knew I was laying on a floor covered in my own cum, with dildo jammed up my ass and a puddle of cum forming under it. I never seen this guy before, but I sure hope we can meet again sometime.

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.

Hampstead Heath early evening sweltering day lightweight shorts commando singlet so hot. Plenty of guys cruising few familiar faces found a log squatted drank water heard trees rustle went to look 3 guys are hard at it shorts on ankles. One guys arms tied around a tree other 2 taking turns barebacking him. I continued thru trees saw 3 guys naked clearly buddies beckoned me over in their late 50’s early 60’s next thing my shorts are pulled off I’m giving 2 of them head they had PA’s. The 3rd is rimming me his tongue full of saliva really deep inside my butt my pucker is clenching writhing with glee. He then puts a saliva wet finger in slowly stroking my prostrate I gasp follows with two in same slow stroking of my prostrate my mancunt is writhing squeezing them in me saying more, more a third follows he then withdraws. Do you wanna be used boy from other 2 who start dirty talk my mouth full of cock I frantically nod. The guy pulled his shaft out of my mouth said they shared a flat close by we dressed. I was offered a beer we sat chatted about what we were into all on PreP regular STD checks they’d had Cialis (type of viagra) works fast about an hr or so gave me one. One returned from a room had huge ringed nipples wore studded metal jock held a body harness, cock ring, I put ‘em on the other 2 went came back in Leather they had the PA’s large thick cock rings( one had huge hung balls) nipple studs bar vests. Next am in a playroom had everything from cage, fuck hoarse even stocks shelves loads of toys manacles, spreader bars next wrist ankle cuffs fitted I’m in a sling arms & legs up wide apart mirrored ceiling and walls cameras hooks my cock was rock hard they then sprayed it and theirs to stay so. One says “this boy is my cum those are theirs” they all held small bottles my hole was loobed with it so was his shaft slid easily into my hungry mancunt slowly thrust in/out then heavily pounded me I was in heaven squeezing his shaft working it with him his balls slapping my ass another was fitting chain tit clamps on me a cock entered my mouth I could taste the sweet cum sucked it like mad cleaning swallowing he squealed with joy. One guy said call me Sir another said I’m Boss obediently replied OH YES. The guy shafting me was really power pounding me “you like that boy yes yes”. Sir was btwn his legs filming his cock in and out of my mancunt cld see it in the mirror then one after the other they loobed their cocks with their cum fucked me another filming then their cocks sliding over my tongue deep into my throat to clean suck off cum I couldn’t get enough. 3rd guy came over unhooked my arms/legs removed my harness lifted me over his shldr slapped my cheeks hard next my front was over the Lthr fck horse legs spread, arm cuffs hooked to sides. I could see all in the side mirror A “SLUT” paddle in his hand saw it in mirror want a glowing butt boy PLEASE then thwack b4 long my ass cheeks glowed! He tied a cord hanging from ceiling round my balls and cock hauled ‘em up as his PA’d cock slid over my tongue to back of my throat he thrust it in and out “enjoy it boy” I delightedly complied. Other 2 came over unhooked me am on the Lthr bed ass in the air elbows down my cum loobed mancunt welcomed a funnel a bottle poured cum in minutes later am being dble fkd guy laying on bed me on top he’s thrusting my hips back/forth their cocks the PA sending my hole and prostrate into ecstasy one standing gasps ejaculates loads of cum in me I felt it his cock up and down like a yo yo pulls out my pucker felt within seconds the other guy entering his PA hit me he power plows me seems for ages I moan with pleasure the guy on bed shouts shoots load of cum in me so many ejaculations. It loobs up the other ones PA cock that is hammering me faster he sure can fuck my prostate causes me to gasp with glee & shouting more more eventually he cried out my mancunt savoured every drop of his cum . I’d had my days creampies! One by one my tongue cleans their dicks of cum then on my knees again elbows down ass in air they each felch me after their tongues in my mouth we snowball I swallow. My rock hard cock is given head I come Boss’s tongue then empties the cum in my mancunt. We collapsed on the bed, Would I like to stay? YES PLEASE. In Lounge they poured drinks 2 tops one vers’ and me 100% sub slut btm. They were into amazing kinks liked to have an oiled up orgy use toys speculums you name it seemed they did it. Not brown blood or serious pain. I told them had over the years had fun in sex Clubs used in Berlin, France mostly USA BDSM where anything goes. I so regretted not going to PlayPit in London as nobody cared about your body it was what you did with it. I have a bit of a tum. They all went there said it was the sluttiest kinkiest BB sex place. PreP regular STD checks we agreed made sex great. Couldn’t wait for next day! To be continued………

Part 7 - The Winters Frost Conrad crept out of the house for the fifth morning running the cold dampness of the air assaulting him and not helping his mood. His parents were still coming to terms with the news he broke to them the weekend previously, Eddie his father was unable to speak to him explaining he needed time to think and understand the enormity of this. It didn't help matters that both Charlie and Joshua were going away for a few months returning in early March on their first tour of duty. Broken and missing Joshua badly they had become close both as friends and fuck buddies, this lead to Conrad deciding that he couldn't go on living in deceit like he had been. It was hard enough admitting to himself about his sexuality then coming out to his parents just made things worse, Jack was the only one he could and needed to talk to but he had not been answering his phone. He just needed to get today over with at college then we go up to the manor. The things that now played on his mind all boiled down to sex with men, he never thought he would miss sex so much with Joshua and he was finding it distracting and lonely. His phone rang and Conrad picked it up forming a big grin on his face answering it. "Hello Josh" Conrad said "how are you?". "Alright sexy how are you?" Joshua asked hoping Conrad was feeling good. Conrad sighed down the phone "I'm fine Josh, be even better if you were in bed with me". They chatted a while until Joshua needed to end the call "I miss you and want to make sure you are okay" Joshua said seeking clarification again. "Better now I have spoken to you, have a great time stuck with all those sailors" Conrad said giggling but in truth feeling even more down. Joshua hung up the phone and looked up the barracks from his seat in the grounds, he was still racked with guilt after their fir sexual encounter, he never meant to but found he couldn't withdraw quickly enough. Doing it once by accident he could accept, but the passion that took over them both rendered any thought of condoms in the subsequent times they met. Mostly he managed to pull out only then did he think he saw the disappointment etched on Conrad's face. Conrad loved the feeling of Joshua's orgasm the few times he had remained inside when ejaculating during the middle of the night when they both woke up aroused. Joshua looked over to the gym hall and saw Charlie exiting through the doors having finished his workout, standing up he put on a brave face and walked over to join him heading back to the dorm room to finish packing. Joshua was a ticking time bomb, one that was about to implode on himself yet alone sending out shock waves that Conrad would be unable to hide or take cover from. Having never been tested he didn't know for definite but had fooled around at home with some very dodgy characters in his past and knew he had taken at least two toxic loads up him. By evening Conrad returned home dropping his things off and heading up to the manor and down to the greenhouse but it seemed like no one had been there all week. He daren't go up to the manor itself without an invitation. He turned the light on and tidied things up and cleaned the tools that Jack was usually so meticulous in keeping spotless. "What are you doing here?" Simon asked frightening the living daylights out of Conrad "sorry" he apologised. Conrad put the tools down "I wanted to speak to Jack and hoped he would be here" he replied. Simon nodded "He is at the house in bed" he replied with a tinge of sadness "he will be happy to see you". Conrad put the tools down "Is he sick again?" he asked concerningly. "Yes" Simon replied looking a him "You seem out of sorts Conrad everything all right?" he asked. "Sort of" Conrad replied blinking back tears "can I talk with you after I see Jack please?". Simon shifted on his feet feeling uncomfortable not wanting to handle peoples baggage "Please Simon" Conrad begged. Simon smiled "Yes of course do you want to stay for dinner?" he asked Conrad waiting for him to finish. Conrad half smiled "I would love to thank you Simon". They walked up to the manor where Simon took Conrad's coat and showed him to Jack's room. Jack smiled seeing Conrad and complaining that Simon was fussing way to much now he was on the mend. They spent an hour catching up before Jack dozed off and Conrad left him to rest going back downstairs to the lounge where Simon was waiting. "Is he alright?" Conrad asked "please tell me Simon?" he pleaded. Simon nodded "He is a lot better and should be back on his feet by Sunday if he rests". "I hope so" Conrad said cheering up a little. Simon patted Conrad's shoulder "Come on lets eat" he said "champagne is your tipple if I remember rightly?". Conrad laughed "I only had it the once on my 18th birthday here" he replied "with Jack and you" he said. Simon nodded "Jack is really fond of you Conrad I hope you know that" he said sitting down at the table. "I owe him a lot Simon, he has taught me everything I know and helped me so willingly" Conrad replied. Simon smiled "He fought me when I told him you weren't to come to the manor after I found out". "You don't like me, that much I can tell?" Conrad asked causing him to look at him. Simon looked at him "Tolerate you, I value privacy Conrad, nothing to do with liking you" he said "anyway it is Jack you come to see". They kept the conversation light and Conrad drank way to many glasses of champagne, they were both enjoying each others company for the first time being alone together and Simon loved hearing about Joshua. He never even thought to ask Simon about Harry and the Arab guy, instead they drank and ate. Simon suggested they go in to the lounge after the butler cleared the dinner things away and dismissed him for the night. Simon brought the champagne with him and they both sat on the sofa in front the log fire listening to some classical music. Conrad got a little loose lipped opened up about his parents finding it hard to accept his choice in life, strangely Simon had the same problem with his family and only really accepted it after he made his fortune sniffing around for handouts but never came to see him. They laughed long in to the evening the central heating and log fire making the lounge warm and they both sat there in t-shirts. He wasn't drunk just merry and sitting with Simon felt very comforting, it helped that he had a pretty toned body that was bigger than Joshua and also taller and not unattractive he thought. It was confusing Conrad in his head with the champagne, Conrad was being brave and checking out Simon's muscles in his arms and legs making him laugh. Conrad sat back on the sofa laughing whilst Simon checked out his average sized muscles as he called them, he never realised that each touch Simon made was causing him to moan softly and giggle. In the blink of an eye and like magnets they kissed briefly. The heady mix of champagne and warmth of the room was proving to enticing for both of them. Simon sat back and chuckled "You should stop now whilst your ahead" he suggested smiling at Conrad. Conrad swung himself over sitting on Simon's lap "Why?" he asked "what will happen if we continue?" he asked teasingly running his hand along Simon's chest. Simon smiled stroking Conrad's arm "I will fuck and breed you" he said smirking sniffing a new victim "there will be no stopping me once I home in on you". Conrad laughed then leaned in and kissed him "You mean cum in me?" he asked "you wouldn't be the first" he said. Simon kissed and teased Conrad "Cum in you with my gift and convert you" he said with a sinister smirk. Conrad chuckled with no idea what he was waffling on about, all he saw was an experienced man who had a very erect cock. Leaning forward he kissed Simon falling in to the open arms like prey lured so easily, feeling his body moving Conrad came to rest on his back under Simon. He looked down at Conrad the champagne in his blood removing any remorse he might have for what he was about to do, the hunter was ready to swoop on his prey. In his eyes he had given fair warning and it was no longer his fault if the he didn't fully understand the impeding attack of this alpha hunter. Conrad pulled Simon's t-shirt off and stroked his body, bravely his hand moved down to the hunters weapon that was hard to touch. Conrad was lifted up his legs around Simons body kissing him passionately both naked his arse grinding against Simon's cock. Suddenly Conrad let out a louder moan and winced in pain his body being lowered on to Simon's cock with little effort, his legs held around Simon's waist his head rolled back from pure overload feeling the cock penetrating in to his body. He gave several upward thrusts and Conrad cried pushing at Simon's shoulders to raise himself up and stop him going in too quickly, his attempt futile at best crying louder and gasping but at the same time wrapping his arms around Simon's neck kissing him. The pubes around his cock flattened against Conrad's arse coming to rest fully immersed inside him, the prey was lured and captured. Conrad stopped kissing him and leaned back grinding his arse down deeper moaning then resting. Simon picked up the glass of champagne and watched Conrad knock it back, he smiled and kissed Conrad tasting the remnants of the Laurent Perrier's distinctive bouquet on his lips. Simon did the same knocking his drink back then sat back on the sofa allowing his prey to gently ride his cock, lulling him in to a false sense of security before he would swoop in for the kill poisoning the prey with his toxic venom. Conrad leaned back and felt he was taking even more of his cock and loving the feeling he slowly and elegantly he rode Simon feeling every inch inside him a steady motion they both enjoyed. Simon reached over and topped the champagne up holding the glass up to Conrad's mouth he poured egging him on to drink it all. Already reeling from the effects of too much champagne he was to far gone in sexual pleasure to care, throwing himself forward kissing Simon again grinding down harder. Conrad looked in to his eyes 'Fuck me Simon please' he half pleaded to him, he smirked and kissed Conrad 'You want a hard conversion?' he whispered watching Conrad nod. Simon pushed Conrad off his cock twisting his body around until he was over the back of the sofa, the hunter now ran his tongue along the back tasting and subduing his prey, his hips moved gently lining his cock up with the head poised. In one almighty thrust with his body weight behind he speared Conrad feeling his body react and the cries from the hunters first intentional strike, his hands holding the prey down over the back of the sofa he fucked hard and relentlessly pounding deeper each time his prey struggled. His attack continued until the last sign of any fight left the preys body. Taken by surprise an utterly loving the way he was held Conrad relaxed accepting the hunters control lastly his body began to ease from tension hoping to minimise the destructive force being borne down on him. The hunter knew the time to strike was coming his balls slowly tightening, any moment know he would launch the final attack on his prey, the prey that moaned between pain and pleasure pushing his arse up and back to take more. His body switched from hunting to kill mode, the thrusting changing to deeper penetrating movement no longer able to hold back the hunter pushed up hard grunting loudly. His body lunging further forward clamping his arms tightly around his prey securing and holding him deep on his cock to receive the toxic venom. There was no escape for the prey his venom was already being released rapidly coating the lining and finding any small breach to gain access and poison the prey. His cock pulsing hard in his prey continuously pushing it deeper, grinding and pushing to make sure there would be leakage and sealing the fate of his prey. Jack sat up in bed a shiver ran through his spine like someone walked over his grave. The manor seemed quiet enough and had no idea why he suddenly woke up with an odd sensation, he laid back down drifting off to sleep. Simon held on to Conrad his hips still pushing and grinding in to Conrad's arse forcing his toxic seed and cock deeper in to Conrad, still hard and turned on he gently started fucking again. Conrad raised his head and kissed him 'Fuck yes' he said smiling with his mouth open and moaning at the depth of Simon's cock inside him. His hands still clamped firmly around Conrad's body 'Oh god yes' he cried out like he was feeling the cock inside him for the first time. Simon didn't take long to finish giving a second dose of his venom to Conrad. He lovingly kissed Conrad's neck and shoulders keeping his cock inside plugging his hole preventing any leakage. Slowly he moved Conrad's body and laid him flat on the sofa coming to rest on top of him. Conrad held on to Simon's hand caressing it, a champagne and sex smile on his face his eyelids fluttering and nodding off. Conrad shifted "Fuck what time is it" he suddenly said panicking. Simon moved and Conrad winced not realising he was still inside him semi erect "3 in the morning". "Crap I am going to get in to trouble, how could you let me fall asleep?" Conrad asked. Simon smiled "I thought you was quite content being in this position" he replied kissing his shoulder. His hips ground against Conrad's arse "Fuck you're getting hard" Conrad moaned. He could feel Simon's cock expanding and growing in his arse, repositioning himself to lay flat on Conrad slowly he ground deeper hearing the soft echoing moans from underneath him. The grinding got more pronounced and Conrad lifted his head briefly kissing Simon, the thrill of his immobilised body trapped in this erotic state caused him to push his arse up several times moaning and waiting for Simon to push him back down. The grinding moved to slowly tender thrusts at first, Conrad became aware for the first time of the sound as Simon's balls slapped against his arse giving a round of applause. Quicker and quicker the sound came, Simons breathing changed in to a light panting with the occasional groan thrown in for good measure. Conrad slipped his hands around Simon's intertwining their fingers and holding on. The pace quickened again and his body weight shifted lifting his chest off Conrad's back ready to inseminate him with a third toxic load. Suddenly Simon growled long and hard pushing his hips down almost crushing Conrad's arse and jolting forward, Conrad moaned through the pain and discomfort feeling pulsations emitting deep in his arse. The grin on his face was not for Conrad to see whilst he looked down at the lad taking more of his seed deep inside. He held the position for ages constantly pushing in, each time he pushed Conrad's buttocks spread apart letting Simon get deeper ensuring he got a good breeding. Finally he collapsed on top of Conrad and kissed his neck. Simon rolled on to his side pulling Conrad with him stroking his chest, his cock plugging Conrad's arse keeping his toxic seed inside. Weirdly even for Simon this was one conversion he desperately had wanted to happen, all the years watching him grow up and now he was impaled on his cock, full of his seed changing the body. The initial panic over knowing he would get in to trouble either way he resided to stay in this comfortable position with Simon falling asleep until 8am. The sun was slowly rising bringing daylight in to the lounge, Conrad could see out of the window and the white hard frost that coated the landscape. he moaned at his headache from drinking too much last night. Feeling sore in his arse he moved closing his eyes at the discomfort and finally easing the semi erect cock out, he couldn't believe he had been so slutty last night but he was missing sex with Joshua. Simon mumbled and cuddled Conrad waking up in the process eventually sitting up putting on the clothes they left laying on the floor after being discarded quickly last night. He thought there would be a little awkwardness between Conrad and him but he seemed to be his normal self whilst they sat drinking coffee in the kitchen. Conrad left feeling like he was doing a walk of shame strolling down Hibiscus Drive so early that morning, the plumes of mist from his breath hung in the stillness of the freezing air. He walked into the house just as his mother was coming down the stairs. "Where have you been?" Jody asked looking at how rough he looked. Conrad looked at her "At the manor Jack is not very well" he replied passing her on the stairs. Jody looked at him "What again?" she asked in a caring voice "how is he?". Conrad shrugged his shoulders "Better hopefully he will be up and around on Sunday". "Conrad" Jody called as he walked up the stairs "You miss him don't you?" she asked. Conrad looked at her "Charlie?" he asked "of course I do". Jody shook her head "No that Joshua guy I mean". Conrad's expression changed and he nodded "I don't love him" he said "I do miss him though". Jody nodded "Give it a few weeks Conrad, we love you and it is hard for all of us at the moment". They were words of some comfort for him and he spent the rest of Saturday head in his book getting ready for his first part of his exam next week. Sunday morning he got a text from Jack telling him he was up and around if he wanted to go through his papers for the exam. He always thought growing up that gardening was simple but knowing Jack as he did now he was clearly very knowledgeable and Conrad relied on this to help him through the course. He had a way of making things seem practical rather than confusing. Of course sitting in the warming winter sunshine in the greenhouse that Sunday afternoon Conrad was in two minds weather to let on that he had slept with Simon, several times he nearly did but held back not sure how Jack would feel about it. Conrad breezed through the exam managing 86% which was the highest mark from the group of 15, six flunked it and would need to resit it the following year. Having Jack back and looking like himself a week later helped Conrad cheer up immensely as they planned the garden planting schedule for spring together, they sat quite close to each other as they always did. Conrad let slip that he had dinner with Simon that Friday night he visited, Jack suddenly had a horrible feeling. "How long did you stay?" Jack asked trying to keep it light. Conrad put his head down "Until the morning" he admitted. Jack put his hand on Conrad's arm "Be honest with me Conrad did you and Simon do anything?". Conrad nodded and looked at Jack "I'm sorry, I was lonely and having a bad time" he explained. Jack shook his head "Did he cum in you?" he asked straight out. "Yes" Conrad replied looking at him "is it relevant?" he asked. "Oh Conrad" Jack said looking at him "have you been ill since he fucked you?" he asked. Conrad looked curiously at him "No not since my cold a few months back" he replied then opened his eyes wide "he has HIV?" he asked. Jack nodded "Yes and like me he is not on medication for it" he replied. Conrad knew the dangers and that it was too late now "But hang on, you never told me you have it!". "Simon gave it to me years ago" Jack confessed "it was an accident as he didn't know at the time". Conrad sat in silence for what seemed like ages "Have I got it?" he finally asked. Jack went over and hugged him "Most likely he converted you" he said. Conrad raised his eyebrows "I remember something about him saying to convert me" he suddenly remembered "I drank way too much champagne". Jack nodded looking slightly angry "Can you take me to get tested?" Conrad asked thinking logically. Jack looked curiously at him "Yes, but are you not worried or angry at Simon?" he asked. Conrad looked at him "Furious" he replied "but what is done is done" he said "so you being sick?". Jack nodded "Yes it is that, but you can take treatment Conrad". Jack made an appointment for Conrad just after the new year, it didn't stop him thinking about it and each morning when he woke up he was expecting to be sick after what Jack had explained. He did a lot of reading about it on the internet and saw that the majority of people who contract live normal lives adhering to the medication. It couldn't have come at a worse time with Christmas upon them and Conrad had been living in dread now knowing what took place at the manor that night. Regrets and anger would rise and fall in him every time he thought about what Simon had done to him, he couldn't pin it down to stealth fucking since Simon had told him outright what he was going to do. But on the other hand why should he have known what he meant, he knew he had been the subject of a deliberate conversion and decided to keep clear of the manor needing time to think. On top of all that he had to face Christmas without Charlie, already the vibe was different in the house kind of empty without them both being there. He had a sleepless night and woke on Christmas Day feeling terrible, he manged to join his parents and grandparents for most of the day but went to his room at four in the afternoon, his head hurt and he was running a slight fever. He tried not to worry anyone but his mother kept coming up to check on him. Christmas night alone in his bedroom Conrad sat on the side of his bed fearing the worst and that Simon had been successful in transmitting his virus. Over thinking things as usual it dawned on him that it may just be a mild cold, like the one he had a few months back so maybe it wasn't what he thought. Eventually falling a sleep around 2am his head running thoughts of how he could exact revenge on him, what he never knew was that he caught a sickness bug from his last day at college that took a few days to appear. Late Boxing Day he felt better and joined in, early evening he got a video call from Joshua and Charlie both of whom were sporting nice suntans dressed only in shorts on a beach in the Caribbean. It didn't help when Joshua panned out and rubbed his cock 'I will be home soon on leave for 2 months so you better be ready for me' he said blowing Conrad a kiss making his eyes water 'I miss you both so much' he replied ending their call. Conrad sat on his bed and cried, he needed Charlie here and importantly he wanted to feel Joshua's body and hold him. He felt empty like nothing was complete in his life, would anyone even want to touch him now he was tainted. Given the chance he would jump at being in a relationship with Joshua but they were both very clear on where they stood in that respect despite the incredible love that had grown between them, he liked Joshua but was in no way in love with him. His thought wandered back to Harry and weather he should go to London for a few days after New Year and before college started again. Harry had a great Christmas at home enjoying the break. Moham had taken Harry to New York for a few days before Christmas on a so called business trip. On the flight back Moham handed Harry a set to keys to a private residence he brought for Harry not far from the office, part Christmas present and part bonus at doing so well at his job. Harry was completely respectful of Moham, except when in a hotel bedroom together. Adam had done a wonderful job mentoring Harry, they often kissed but so far no sex. They adored each other and wanted to keep their friendship real and they both knew sex was going to happen at some point. Despite protesting that he wasn't sure it was hiv Jack insisted he got tested anyway to make sure. A few hours later Conrad sat there in the park with Jack reading through the bottle of tablets the consultant had prescribed, his diagnosis had come back quickly with quite a high viral load already circulating in his body. It helped that Jack knew the consultant and getting the test and result quickly he couldn't stop the shocked looked on his face though hearing how high Conrad's viral load was. He held back and spoke with the consultant handing him a wad of cash. Conrad put the bottle in his pocket and looked across the park. Jack sat there in silence waiting for Conrad to say something but he remained quiet, he couldn't help thinking that Conrad's viral load was high for someone infected so recently. He looked at Conrad coming to the conclusion that maybe his body reproduced the virus quickly. "Conrad" Jack repeated trying to get his focus "are you alright?" he asked. Conrad smiled "I think so" he replied "I just don't know how I feel actually knowing for sure". "You must take the tablets, don't end up like us old twisted perverts" Jack said. Conrad laughed "I never looked at you in that way" he replied "well old maybe" he said laughing again. "Been a year you won't forget I bet" Jack said in reflection. Conrad smiled "Yes" he said "I have decided to seek Harry out, although not sure how he would react". Jack patted Conrad's leg "You will have no problem finding a lover either way Conrad". "Did I ever tell you that Harry was at the manor?" Conrad asked suddenly remembering. Jack stopped swinging "No" he said looking astounded "when was that?". "August, he arrived with the Arab guy in the helicopter" Conrad said looking at him. "Oh, I only knew him as E but I know who you mean" Jack replied "caught my eye" he said then stopped. "What?" Conrad asked knowing he was mid sentence. "Simon spent the night with him he won E in the auction" Jack informed him. "Auction?" Conrad asked sounding disgusted "you mean they bid to fuck?" he asked. "Spend the night with" Jack corrected him "but yes, Moham the Arab guy bid for him as well". Conrad laughed and looked at Jack "Been there and done that" he said looking at Jack's shocked face. Conrad explained how he got the money for the course "Not so innocent after all are you?" Jack said amused. "Does that mean Simon got Harry sick as well?" Conrad asked looking a little concerned. Jack nodded "It is a high probability" he replied "I'm sorry I know we must seem like... I don't know". "Twisted perverts" Conrad replied smiling at Jack briefly "my life is ruined isn't it?". Jack put his arm around him "No far from it, I will speak to Simon make sure you are taken care of". Conrad scoffed "He has already done that" he replied angrily "tell him I want the manor" he joked. Jack laughed "Nothing like aiming high" he said kissing him on the cheek. To say Conrad was shocked about the revelation of Harry being auctioned off was understated, but then he was no different when he sold his arse for the course money to the Arab. Looking back it was painful but still incredibly hot he thought. He couldn't understand why he felt no different knowing he had hiv, holding the first tablet in his fingers he decided against taking it for now and put it back in the bottle. It was mild for New Years eve and Conrad headed up to the manor to check on his parsnips and sprouts that should be good after the week of frosty nights and mornings. He picked a few parsnips and went back in to the warmth of the greenhouse and started cleaning them up standing against the bench. Jack walked past the window smiling at Conrad and came in to the greenhouse closing the door behind him, it was quite humid and he quickly took off his jacket and standing behind Conrad and circling his arms around his waist. "How is my little gardener today?" Jack asked kissing him on the cheek. Conrad smiled "Just fine" he replied putting the parsnip in the basket. Jack squeezed him "No really, how are you?" he asked again just to make sure. Conrad turned to face him "What do you want me to say Jack?" he asked "that I hate everyone and the world". Jack leaned back looking at him "Hey" he said "is something wrong?". "Yes" Conrad replied unable to resist the temptation and longing he had for years now "you are what's wrong". Jack looked shocked but Conrad pulled him forward kissing him on the mouth "Conrad" Jack said pushing back. He looked Conrad in the eyes and they both snapped kissing frantically his body edging up until he sat on the bench with Jack between his legs. Both making strange noises kissing harder, Conrad's hand instantly delved down rubbing Jack's cock and undoing his jeans 'Conrad no we shouldn't' Jack said pushing back out of concern 'Yes we should we both knew this was going to happen' he said pushing Jack's jeans down and slipping off the bench. His mouth closed around Jack's cock moving down the shaft and back up licking around the head then back down again. Jack already had hold of Conrad's head forcing him further down on his cock holding him there feeling his throat gag then letting him off for air. He roughly pulled Conrad up kissing him then quickly spun him around pushing him over the bench. His hands yanking Conrad's jeans down popping the button off 'Your fucking right I have wanted to do this for years and your going to get it' he said spitting loudly on to Conrad's bare arse and fingering the saliva in. Conrad moaned like a wild beast 'Dam yes, come on fuck me!' he shouted out moaning when Jack jabbed two fingers in his arse roughly 'fucking rape me' he said out of nowhere, Jack held Conrad down 'Rape you' he laughed 'I am going to destroy that pretty arse of yours' he said aiming his cock up against Conrad's hole. He pushed hard his eight inches tearing its way through and not stopping until he was balls deep. Conrad cried out in agony trying to push up but Jack swiftly pushed him back down holding the back of his neck and pummelling in to arse. Conrad grimaced in some very weird sick pleasure and pain the grunts and cries echoing around the greenhouse. Jack should no sign of easing up and continued hammering his cock in long hard rapid strokes causing Conrad to gasp when he bottomed out each time. Jack stopped leaned forward and pulled Conrad's head up 'Is that what you want?' he asked jabbing his cock in again hard 'you fucking know I do' Conrad replied kissing Jack trying to suck the tongue out his mouth. Jack pushed him back down and started assaulting his arse again 'Fucking cock teased me for the last four years' Jack said pushing his cock in hard then wriggling his hips letting Conrad feel his cock jabbing inside in arse in every direction 'fuck yes' Conrad cried out, Jack laughed 'Payback time' he said gripping harder on to Conrad's neck and hammering in hard again 'here it comes' he cried out moaning 'fucking breeding you' he said moaning and panting in one final thrust he shoved in deep and Conrad yelped at the pulsing cock against the now tender sides of anal wall. Jack groaned his body shuddering releasing his seed 'fuck yes' he said jolting his hips again 'take it baby that's what you wanted' he shouted out falling forward. The last few drops of cum trickled out of Conrad's cock splattering on the flagstone floor of the greenhouse his whole body shuddering at the power of his own orgasm. Jack panted heavily struggling to get his breath back and resting on Conrad's back. Conrad held Jack's thighs keeping the hard cock inside his arse. Jack continued grinding his cock deep in Conrad for nearly 10 minutes until he began to soften. Conrad raised his head concerned "Are you alright Jack?" he asked. Jack nodded "Yes" he said through laboured breaths "takes me a while to get my breath back". "You made me cum without touching my cock" Conrad said kissing him lightly on the lips. Jack smiled "Shows how much you really wanted me I guess" he said standing upright pulling his cock out. "Ouch" Conrad tensed up "slowly it hurts" he said. Jack looked down at the streaks of blood on his cock "I got you good" he sniggered. Conrad pulled his jeans up but Jack pushed him down to his knees "You haven't finished, clean it up bitch" he said. It wasn't the most pleasantest of experiences cleaning cock after it being in his arse, Joshua certainly never expected him to do that. Fortunately he was pretty clean and only got the salty remnants of Jack's cum and the coppery taste that was his own blood. Really he didn't know what to expect from finally having sex with Jack all he could think was back to times when they laughed and joked around in the flower beds. Certainly there was some element of flirting that grew the older Conrad got leading to right now. Jack moved his growing cock away from Conrad's mouth pulling him up to his feet and kissing him. Conrad pulled his jeans up and sat on the floor "Fuck Jack" he said half grinning and grimacing in pain. "You wanted it" Jack replied zipping up his jeans "horny little fucker aren't you?" he said. Conrad chuckled "I never realised you were such an animal" he said looking amazed "seriously I never expected that side of you". Jack smiled "Well you know what to expect now" he said helping Conrad up "and I needed to make sure you got some of my DNA implanted in your body". "I think you did that my arse is sore as hell" Conrad replied then laughed. When he got home later that evening Conrad showered and went to bed, laying there he gently fingered his hole that was still tender. A small amount of Jack's seed seeped out and Conrad flipped over looking at the small red stained semen on his sheet 'Oh Jack' he said rubbing his cock and leaning down licking and sucking the cum up before swallowing it. He laid down on his back the thought of Jack assaulting his arse so violently, his erection felt incredibly harder than normal. Thrusting his hips up he rolled the foreskin back holding his cock tight jettisoning his seed like a bullet, firing up across his face and landing across his left eyebrow and into his eye stinging badly he squinted and jumped off the bed. His orgasm was so strong his legs couldn't hold him upright properly, his hips bucking with orgasm pulses in his cock that travelled down his legs, still expelling small amounts of cum on the floor and wall of his bedroom. Wiping his eye with his t-shirt and looking in the mirror he had a big case of pink eye and it still stung like hell. When he finally made it to the bathroom he bathed his eye in some warm water and put some eye drops in to stem the pink eye. It was another frosty morning and Conrad was up at the manor by 8am following Jack's instruction to tidy one the larger flower beds by the greenhouse. Jack turned up a little after 9am and saw Conrad kneeling down amongst the evergreen bushes. It was too good to pass by he thought feeling his cock expanding under his jeans, walking outside again it was eerily quiet. The only sound was Conrad discreetly clipping away some of the dead branches lower down on the bushes. Jack crept up behind him his cock already hard and hanging out of his jeans, the cold air accentuated his erection even more. Conrad heard the twig snap and was about to turn his head when he was pushed down with one hand letting out a cry as branch scratched the side of his face. Swiftly Jack yanked Conrad's jeans and underwear down and slipped his cold cock deep in to the warmth cosiness of Conrad's arse then dead weighting him he started pounding deep. Conrad raised his head looking in to the tangled mess of the branches in front of him, he struggled against Jack's assault in a pretend fashion. He was so turned on and strangely found it erotic being raped in the flower bed by him. Conrad gasped and pushed his arse up wanting to feel Jack deep in him again, he took it as a sign of struggle and pushed Conrad down with his hips, his free hand clamped over Conrad's mouth stifling his moans and ramping up the force of his thrusting penetrating deeper and feeling his balls tighten up sharply. Jack grunted and pushed down harder clenching his buttocks tightly lost in the most intense pleasure from his balls to the tip of his cock pumping him full of his seed again. Conrad thought it was all over but Jack was not done, he continued fucking Conrad until he was ready to implant more DNA. The second orgasm as big as the first and giving several rapid jabs to make sure Conrad knew he was fucked. Jack laid on top panting and wheezing heavily catching his breath. Lifting himself off and pulling his cock out slowly and large trickle of blood soaked semen escaped winding its way down his arse and over his balls 'Dirty whore' Jack said chuckling. Conrad kneeled up and pulling his jeans back up when he turned Jack had already gone and left him there. Shit he thought to himself trying to gather his thoughts and unable to explain why Jack had this intoxicating control over in sex. Conrad was cold and soaked when he walked in to the greenhouse "Morning" he said to Jack kissing him. Jack kissed him back "Morning, you look like you have been raped" he said smirking. Conrad put his pruning clippers down "Yeah crap fucker though didn't even say thank you" he said. Jack creased up laughing "Fuck knows why Conrad but I love abusing you and can you take it". Conrad kissed him slow and tenderly "Seriously sex is so hot with you" he said. Jack ran his finger across the cut below Conrad's cheek and licked the blood "You taste nice" he chuckled. Conrad shook his head still reeling from the incredible fuck had been subjected to, Jack took Conrad up to the manor sneaking him in to one of the bathrooms to get him cleaned up. Jack and Conrad had two or three random aggressive fucks in the greenhouse or up against trees in the ground over the next couple of days before Conrad went to London with his parents. His arse was still sore after arriving in London from Jack pounding his arse twice the evening before he left, the second one Jack tied Conrad down to the workbench and spent nearly an hour abusing his arse before giving him his going away protein. Every time Conrad woke up in the night he couldn't stop controlling himself and masturbated orgasming within minutes with the thought of Jack raping him and planting his seed deep inside.

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. --

Got a cheap motel room the other night for easy access. Changed grinder profile to anon b b bttm looking for top. Ended up taking 7 loads anon ass up face down with blindfold on. All I saw of the guys was a dick pic before they came over. The second guy was a regular and I've only seen a dick pic of him. He ended up being the 2nd and 4th load of the night. First guy said he dropped a 6 day load. Second guy said he dropped a 4 day load the first time.

I find asking them about what unit they are in derails them pretty quickly.

As my alpha cock slurped down the runt's weak seed, he collapsed between my huge thighs - each one dwarfing his torso. I gave him a quick squeeze, causing him to cry out before quickly getting up to my knees and shifted the kid so that he was lying face down. "I'm going to work my fat cock into your guts and in the process my body is going to crush and compress yours. I'll squeeze any resistance out of you". I was thinking of the events that had meant that I'd had to slip out of my curfew anklet before coming over to this kid's place. This time, there was no one to stop me and I could go as far as I wanted. While I was distracted by my plans the kid had slowly started to wriggle away. It was the cutest, most pathetic sight, his pearly white arse (a dark, gaping "O" at it's centre) was shuffling from side to side as he inched slowly across the bed. I simply shuffled over to him, my belly raised high and then secured him by letting my gut rest on his back (just my belly, nowhere near my full weight). Suddenly, he was immobilised and with a flex of my cock I was able locate myself in his gape. I thrust forwards, easily placing my whole length in him without any apparent pain on his part. My cock was surrounded by a warm, wet looseness which I was enjoying but not as much as.... ...I let my full weight fall onto the kid. he audibly crumpled, as I compressed him under me. I let myself settle for a few seconds before raising up and crashing back down as i thrust in his runty wetness. This time, I felt rather than heard as his body broke a little more and my fuck squeezed the life out of him. I wasn't rushing this, I wanted to savour every thrust, but I knew he couldn't last very long as there's no way he was breathing with 410lbs on his back, besides I was getting pretty worked up already. Thinking about my climax and the best way to make use of this gift from heaven I decided that I needed some further reaction from Jake if I was to work my toxic load into his ruined body. Reaching under my sweat soaked body, I found his little head, neatly nestled in my cleavage. My forearm tucked up under his chin as I felt my balls tense up a little. There was no reaction from Jake though I thought I heard a noise somewhere in his flat, increasing my urgency. "gonna break your scrawny neck you dumb little fuck".... I squeezed a little tighter "so close now Jake...time to end you". I squeezed tighter still and a part of the kid somehow managed to struggle exciting me greatly with its weakness. My juices began pumping into him as I tensed further, just as I heard another voice in the room....

Totally awesome conclusion!

I dunno, maybe, people who have attention spans longer than four seconds? "Next" buttons and scroll bars exist precisely so that people can skip over things they don't want to read. What I don't understand is people who aren't satisfied with controlling how much information they themselves take in, but want to limit the opportunities for others to do more.

OMG, I'm DYING laughing. That's BRILLIANT LOL.

This has been scientifically studied lol. Antibiotic prophylaxis does show some promise for preventing some STI's, but it's not a black or white conclusion. This from the Lancet medical journal: "Background Increased rates of sexually transmitted infections (STIs) have been reported among men who have sex with men. We aimed to assess whether post-exposure prophylaxis (PEP) with doxycycline could reduce the incidence of STIs. Interpretation Doxycycline PEP reduced the occurrence of a first episode of bacterial STI in high-risk men who have sex with men." [think before following links] https://www.thelancet.com/journals/laninf/article/PIIS1473-3099(17)30725-9/fulltext

This morning. I met a 23yo boy off BBRT. Real cute chubby lad. I ate his as out, got him good and wet then fucked him for an hour and seeded his hole. Definitely going back for more of that.

Same here. I've turned a hot man or two away because he wanted to wrap it up. Ultimately, that feeling of a man's cock pumping as he unloads in me is what I'm always looking for.

For me 2 nipple piercing and a PA piercing is the best thing to have

Those kind of power shoot feel amazing when they shoot inside you. I remember all the guys who cum with force makes me feel I did a good job.

I don't think I have a loose cunt, but my regular breeders seem to like that it yields well to them despite their dimensions. I start off snug, but once I'm breached and feel the full length of a man inside me, It seems like something happens where my cunt gets a kind of juicy suppleness that adapts. A few thick and/or long fuckers have told me I'll need poppers to take them and their rough fuck. And while it's true that it's a challenge to take a long, very thick guy cunting you hard and long, that doesn't mean you need poppers to do it. I just use the mantra my dom taught me - "Take dick". I'd love to get fucked long enough, hard enough, and deep enough to really present new sensation to the men using me. The closest I've come was a four way where I took 14 loads and the last load I took was standing up and I felt like I could take another ten men inside me I was so relaxed and ready.

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!!”

last weekend I was at a busy cruising area. I was bollok naked and hard. I watched a horny lad bent over a tree trunk being fucked hard. After the top finished cumming in his ass I mounted him and was fucking him when two men approached and started commenting - fuck him harder, man you got a beaut ass, one of them gripped my balls and fingered my hole. this made me empty my balls in the lad. one of the 2 men said, stay - bend over the trunk and open ur legs. he was a real bull of a man so I did what he wanted. he likked out my hole, mounted me and shoved his cock balls deep inside me. he rode me ruff and shot his seed deep up my hole. he pulled out and his mate took his place - he was bigger and really opened me up and was riding me hard. by now a group of men was watching me getting seeded. one stood in front of me and ordered me to suck him. he was close so he shot ion my mouth immediately. soon I had several men lining up to cum in my mouth. I shot one load into a lad, took 2 loads up my ass and 5 in my mouth. best night in ages.

This happens to most of the bottoms I fuck. It's the overstimulation of the prostate and fullness that causes this. Best when it comes with an anal orgasm as well.

You need to let go. You desire to not piss yourself and the over stimulation of your prostate is causing the uncomfortableness. Just let it out

I don't think we can reasonably know what goes on in the depths of other people's minds. I think we can take it as read that racism = bad, just as homophobia = bad. However, that doesn't stop gay, bi, and even straight men getting turned on when they do play where someone gets called fag because the dynamic turns them on. Why is it so hard to imagine something akin to this around race? I've talked with black men who are appalled by race play and the objectification of black male sexuality and bodies, and I've talked with black men who want to fuck my white ass and pump it full of black seed so I can be their brood mare and bear them strong black baby boys. I think the direction the power flows and who's controlling the narrative matters. I would probably have trouble if a black man wanted me to call him derogatory terms but considering how I'm wired that's not likely. There are plenty of gay men who hate the F word and plenty of black men who hate the N word, but there are some of each who know there is erotic power in those words when they are deployed in play to maximize people's pleasure and enjoyment. We have to allow room for the minority of people of color who are into some kind of race play because of its transgressive nature, and because it works for them.

"So... the canoe trip? What happened there?" Chris asked. Andy laughed again. "After I graduated, my dad invited Ken and his partner over for a BBQ. Ken cornered me in the kitchen when no one was around. He said his gaydar was goin' off the charts on me. 'Are you gay?' he asked, his face just a couple inches away from mine. I didn't want to out myself to my dad's friend, but I figured since he was gay it would be ok. Next thing I know, I had Ken's dick down my throat and my dad walks in. 'Hey Steve! Yeah, he's a faggot alright, just like I told ya. Great cocksucker too. You should bring him on the canoe trip' Ken told my dad while he kept fuckin' my face" Andy said. Chris bit into an egg roll and waited for Andy to continue. "So?" he eventually asked. "Well, my dad didn't want me to go but I kinda begged him to let me. I thought it would be like the camping trips my family went on when I was a little kid" Andy said, laughing. "I walked in on a conversation he and Ken were having right before the trip and I heard my dad say 'I'm sure he's clean' and then they changed the topic when they saw me. I decided to stay quiet on my status and figured I would bottom the whole time since there was less risk for the tops that way" he added. "You got fucked by everyone?" Chris asked, wondering how close it was to his experience. "Eventually. Until I got there, I didn't know I had no choice but to bottom. My dad wouldn't fuck me the first two days, but then Ken made him fuck me in front of everyone around the campfire. It was weird, but I just pretended it was just some anon fuck with a daddy like I'd done a hundred times before. My dad even said while he was fucking me 'Guess it doesn't matter any more'. That kind of confirmed my suspicions that they were all poz too" Andy said. "How'd you know?" Chris asked. "Just like with you, guys made comments alluding to it. You actually called us out on it during the trip. I didn't. Colin didn't. God, he was so fuckin' clueless he didn't get tested until months later. Who knows how many people he infected before finding out" Andy said. He paused a moment and then continued "I didn't say anything or get visibly ill after the canoe trip, so about two months after the trip my dad made me go get tested for STDs. I pretended to be shocked when I got my results but it was kind of hot hearing the words again" Andy explained. "They just thought I was one of those guys that never shows symptoms when they convert. If only they had seen me when I really did. I was sick as a dog for two weeks" said Andy. "Do you still fuck with your dad?" Chris asked after a long pause. "No, not really. Since I got pozzed I've been mostly topping. Dad is also a top, though I think he likes getting fucked by Ken. I think Ken is the one that pozzed him. I've walked in on them a few times and Ken is always fuckin' my dad. The best part is that I no longer have to sneak guys into the house to fuck. Dad is cool with it and it can be funny in the morning when the guys we fucked the night before are walking around the house naked and run into each other" Andy said. Chris nodded as he finished the last of his dinner. "Thanks for taking care of me. I can be a real ass when I'm sick. I just want to be alone" Chris said. "No problem. I've done it for a bunch of guys and kind of enjoy it. There's something about watching a guy convert and knowing you had a part in it" Andy replied. Chris grinned back at Andy but didn't say anything else. Andy got up and tossed out the takeout containers in the garbage can and then went to wash the forks, spoons and glasses. As he dried the last one he turned to Chris and said "You've already picked out your first victim, haven't you."

Name: Dirty slut, cum slut, slut, pup crash Mobile Number: (773)242-7522 Location: Chicago- Uptown - Winthrop & Winona - 60640 Availability is pretty open Age: 37 Height: 5’10” Weight: 183 lbs. Ethnicity: White

Last weekend while I was gang fucked I was getting it real rough from a hung guy while another shoved his thick cock down my throat, fed me poppers for a couple of minutes them pinched my nose so I couldn’t breath while I was high on poppers. It was incredible!

Many of you who read my posts know I travel a lot for my job. Being in hotels in different cities all the time gives me some great opportunities for anonymous sex with strangers. My weaknesses are bbc, str8 men and anonymous sex. This encounter gave me all three. I was out of town on business and had posted an ad on the local craigslist site. And it had been a pretty good evening. Shortly after my ad posted, I hooked up with another guest at the same hotel. He said he was str8, but needed to get blown, but he was not interested in anal. So I invited him to my room. He arrived in less than five minutes, and within another five minutes had blown his load into my mouth and left. This was certainly a good start, but I needed a lot more dick for that evening. Not long after the first guy left, I received a reply from a local 21 year old kid who lived just a few blocks from the hotel. He wanted to fuck, but insisted on using a condom. Although I prefer bareback, his pics were so hot and his dick was so rock hard in the pic, that I was willing to put up with the condom - just to have him inside me. He arrived at my room less than 15 minutes after we confirmed online. He came into my room, quickly undressed and climbed up on the bed, and lay on his back. His eight inch youthful dick was sticking straight up in the air. I also undressed, climbed up on the bed, slid between his legs and began to suck his cock and balls, and after a couple of minutes, I began licking under his balls, eventually going for his asshole. He groaned in approval so I lifted his legs, which gave me a nice view of his soft, pink, puckered hole. I licked across the hole and he moaned loudly so I flicked my tongue across it several times, then drove my tongue up into his hole. He clearly loved the attention, so I rimmed his sweet ass for a few minutes. I could tell he was really turned on. Then I came up from his ass. Lowered his legs and I straddled him. With his rock hard cock rubbing against my ass crack, I leaned down and sucked one of his nipples. His cock bounced against my ass in approval. He was loving me sucking on his tits. I took several minutes to suck first one, then the other nipple. He was grinding his hips. His cock rubbing up and down my ass crack as he ground against me in ecstasy. As I was flicking my tongue across his stiff nipples, I reached behind me and placed his cock at my asshole. I squeezed my ass cheeks on his cockhead. And his hips continued to grind into me. Perhaps I can get his cock up inside me, uncovered, after all. I came up off his nipples. I spit onto my middle and pointer fingers and slid the saliva up into my ass. I did this a couple of times to get myself thoroughly lubed. I spit once more into the palm of my hand and lubed up his throbbing, young cock. Then I placed his now leaking cockhead against my asshole. I expected him to stop me, so he could put on a condom. But he was enjoying it all too much to stop me. I lowered my ass down onto his cock. His cockhead pushed through my sphincter. He still didn't stop me. I slowly lowered my ass, so that I had the entire length of his 8"s inside me. I grabbed the bottle of poppers I had laying next to us and took a deep hit. He reached up for the bottle. I handed it to him and he also took a deep hit. Now, I started to ride. After about 5 minutes of riding and his grinding up into me, he said, "Get on your knees". I climbed off him and got on my hands and knees. Pointing my ass towards him. He rose up behind me. Spit on my asshole. And spit again on his cock. Then in one swift thrust, he slid back up inside me. He was serious, now. He wanted to cum. He grabbed me around the waist and repeatedly slammed in and out of me. In less than 2 minutes he was groaning and grunting. I knew he was close. Finally, he slammed up into me and let out a loud groan. I squeezed my ass tightly on his young cock. And I could feel his cock throb as he emptied his balls into me. He pulled out. And without a word, proceeded to dress and left my room. I lay there on the mattress, trying to catch my breath. It was now past midnight and I thought I'd better delete my CL post and get to sleep. Just as I logged back onto my computer, I saw another reply to my CL post. I read the email. It said, "I'm a 40 year old, straight, black guy. I'm also staying at the same hotel. I wouldn't mind a blow job or fucking a tight hole if you're up for it. But, it has to be anonymous. Your room has to be dark. I don't want to see you. Or for you to see me. If you're up for that, let me know". That sounded hot. I replied back that I was interested. I gave him my room number and told him I'd fix the door, so that all he had to do was push on the door to come in. I would have all the lights off and curtains drawn. He could find me kneeling on the edge of the bed. He quickly replied that he was heading for the elevators, and would be there in a few minutes. I flipped off all the lights. Took my position, kneeling on the back edge of the bed. I had laid a bottle of lube next to me. And I had my bottle of poppers in my hand. The next minute or two seemed to drag on as I anticipated hearing the door open. Sure enough, I soon heard the door push open. The do not disturb sign that I had used to place between the door lock and the door frame dropped to the tile entry floor as he stepped into my room. Upon hearing that, I took a deep breath of poppers. I could hear his footsteps as he came up behind me. I heard the sound of his zipper and belt buckle as he opened his fly. Soon I felt his finger probe my asshole. He could feel that I was already lubed up with saliva and cum from the kid that just fucked me. Without saying a word, he then put his hard cockhead up to my hole and pushed up inside me. Damn, it hurt. Even the last fuck hadn't opened me up enough to take his 9", thick bbc. It took a couple of more deep breaths of poppers, before I could relax enough to allow him to slide fully up inside me. He wasn't interested in taking his time. He wanted a tight hole. And he wanted to get off quickly. I could hear his belt buckle clank as his pants dropped all the way to the floor. And his thrusts began. He'd pull nearly all the way out of my ass, then quickly slam back into me. His body would make a slapping sound as he pounded against my ass. He was silent. Not even groaning or grunting as he repeatedly slammed in and out of my ass. The only sound was the mattress slapping against the wall. And our flesh slapping together. A good 10 minutes went by, then I could hear his breathing getting heavy. He was getting close. I squeezed my ass tightly around his cock. He finally let out a load growl and let his load fill my gut. Then he quickly pulled from me. I could hear his pants being pulled up and his belt being buckled. The zipper went up and I heard footsteps towards the door. Just as I heard the door open, I was able to turn my head to the door to see the shadow of a tall, 6'+, slender, muscular black man leaving my room. I went back to my computer where I found a couple of more replies to my CL ad, but I was spent. It was now close to 1:00 AM, and I had work to do in the morning. I deleted my CL ad, but not before sending a quick reply to the messages I had already received, telling thee guys I was done for the night, but would be up to do it all again tomorrow. The next night I put up my CL ad a few hours earlier, and ended up with six loads that next night, but I'll have to write about that evening in another post.

Jason I woke-up the next morning, my internal alarm clock going off to let me know was time to get ready for work. I briefly contemplated the idea of calling out sick, and spending it with Quinn but remember he couldn't miss many days and if, no, when he got sick he'd need to be home and I would need to be there to take care of him, so gently extracting myself from my beautiful lover, I headed to the bedroom to shut-off the alarm, afterwards to the bathroom where I turned the shower on, and while the water was getting hot, I went to pick-out my work clothing. Man, I really didn't want to go to work. Usually I operated on autopilot, but this particular day I had so much to think about. I needed to make arrangements with the school to go on record as Quinn's emergency contact, I needed to do some shopping as Quinn only had one set of clothing to his name, (other than the work-out stuff he had left at his Mom's trailer). Being single, and not a party person, I was a big saver, so I was sitting very well off financially, but if Quinn wanted to continue his education, then college wouldn't be cheap. I could handle the costs, but I preferred to have things planned out. As I was thinking about all of these matters, I gathered all my work stuff and headed back into the shower. The steam from the shower felt really good against my skin, and stepping into the shower I couldn't help but smile at how the thought of how lucky I was. Things could have gone so terribly badly yesterday, but the shower saved us: saved my Quinn. I smiled as I thought of the thought of look on his face when he got a face full of water from the jets. Ducking my head under the spray I realize just how bad I had fallen for Quinn. I realized he meant everything to me a realization that somewhat scared me. I had made myself independent from the need of intimacy, which meant I had walled myself off from any chance of becoming to emotionally involved with anyone. I had Tim, Laura and the girls, but that's a familial closeness, not an emotional bond, quite unlike the all-encompassing devotion of a lover. Tim was the closest I had to this feeling when we were younger but I even have to admit to myself it wasn't nearly this strong. I would literally do anything for Quinn. As I shampooed my hair, my thoughts returned to the look I saw in Quinn yesterday, how he looked when I leaned him back into the spray and rinsed his hair. How his eyes, and then his soul came out from the dark hell to stare at me and then pull me into a kiss that I was so afraid that I might never get again. I thought Quinn loved and needed me as much as I needed him but he was so young, and I knew the young are so prone to changing their minds. Was that the reason I felt so strongly about infecting him? Was I so afraid of losing him that I would make him sick, and in his dependency I could selfishly keep him all to myself? But I also knew full well that such an artificial dependency could backfire. He could start to resent and even hate me for having converted him and then I'd lose him for good. As all these thoughts swam around in my head, like sharks looking for prey, I finished my shower, and shaved myself, consciously looking closely at myself to see if I could see the monster inside me working its way out. How evil of a man was I to take advantage of such a poor kid? As I finished dressing I made a decision. I strode down the hall into the living room, only for my conviction to all but desert me. Stretched out on the sofa was my naked angel. The curve of his hot ass, and then the dip of his lower back, sloping up to those beautiful shoulder blades practically undermined my decision. I walked over to him and leaning over, kissed his sleeping forehead, quietly saying "Hey, sleeping beauty, it's time to get ready for school." Quinn whimpers as he turns his face and I can't help but cry out as well. His eye is one massive black bruise that extends down to the middle of his cheek. I'm shocked that he can still open his eye. "Oh my gawd Quinn, can you see okay?" He winces but says "yeah I can see alright, I'll be fine. Its happened a couple times before I'll be ok" He sounds like he's trying to convince himself and part of my brain also wonders if when he says he'll be ok if he means the bruise or my virus. Is he still trying to convince himself that this is what he has to do to stay with me? Did I make him believe that he had to do this? What kind of monster am I? "Would you like to stay home baby?" "No I can't afford to for something like this and I can't afford to miss much school." I feel like I've been hit in the gut. I know he's talking about when he converts and I hate myself for this. I stoke the side of his face that isn't bruised and he leans into hit. Doe's he want my love so bad that he's willing to get HIV? Just to have someone that will protect him and take care of him and maybe he doesn't really love me but he thinks he is? "Ok hon, you get ready and I'll make breakfast. Your cloths are still in the dryer." He leans towards me for a kiss but I pretend that I didn't notice and head into the kitchen to start our meal. Placing the pan on the stove to heat up, I then get out the eggs, tortilla's, mushrooms, cheese, tomatoes, onion's to make breakfast burritos. As I'm grating the cheese I rub to much and scrape the skin of my finger. The onion is making my eyes burn more then usual, and then I nick myself cutting the tomatoes up. Finally I crack an egg on the frying pan to hard and get it all down the side and on the stove I'm so agitated that all I'm doing is making a huge fucking mess. I finally get it all cooked up and as I'm emptying the contents of the skillet into a bowl I burn myself. "Goddamn it mother fucker" I scream and throw the pan into the sink and run my hand under the cold water. Quinn come racing down the hall into the kitchen. "Hey you okay!" "Yes, I mean No, I mean ...I'll be fine" and I'm trying to swallow my frustration and anger. "A very smart man told me that when someone says I'll be fine it means they're not fine now." "Yeah maybe that man wasn't so fucking smart." Quinn starts and looks at me with hurt in his eyes. "Its not you its me." "OH, ah ok. I see." His voice is all monotone and there's a hitch to it. "Well its ok and I understand and appreciate you helping me. I'll get my things and get out of your way." "What?" "Its ok you don't have to take care of me. You don't even have to worry about infecting me I'll just go to the doctor now I've got time so you don't have to feel like your responsible." I can see his heart breaking as he is misinterpreting what the situation. "Oh no you don't" I say and before I can say anything else Quinn punches me right in the mouth. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NO I DON'T. IS THAT ALL I FUCKING AM TO YOU IS SOME NEGATIVE HOLE FOR YOU TO FUCKING INFECT. YOU'RE ALL SET TO TOSS ME OUT THE DOOR BUT AS SOON AS I SAY I'M GOING TO GO GET TREATED YOU SUDDENLY TELL ME NO I DON'T! YOU ARROGANT FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Then he's racing out the door and leaving. "QUINN!" I scream as the door slams behind him. I stand there thinking I deserve this. I shouldn't have taken advantage of him. He'll find someone better. But then I realize no he wont. He may not live to have a chance to find someone better. His mom will probably take him back just so that she can keep the income for selling him but what about the guy that raped him. He'll probably want revenge, and if not him what other guy might decide to do something worse to him. And those thoughts make me livid. And I realize that I'm not angry and JUST the injustice that will befall my Quinn but because he is MY Quinn. I DO love him and I DO care for him and I'll just have to take damn good care of him so that he will always know that he and I belong together. I rush out the door and I seem him rounding the corner at the end of the street. He may be fast but my legs are longer and I sprint after him. I catch up to him right in front of Shanty Market. I grab his arm and he swings his other fist at me while crying. "Just get the fuck away from me! I'm tired of everyone hurt.." I shut him up the best way I know how. I pull him struggling to me and kiss him. Its killing me as my lip is all swollen and split but its a small price to pay to convince this man that I don't ever want him to leave me. Quinn just stands there like a wooden board. He's not trying to get away but he's not kissing me back either. I release his lips and look down at him. "Are you done." His eyes are all swollen but the glare I'm getting makes me very glad he can't shoot lasers from them. "No I'm not" and I lean over and kiss him some more. I wrap my arms around his lower back and pull him off his feet, turn around and start to walk back towards our house with my lips firmly attached to his. He starts to struggle a bit and then he just starts to laugh. "Ok Ok I'm getting the point." He says into my mouth. I stop walking and pull my lips back slightly. "You sure?" "But you were..." I plant my lips over his again and start to head back to the house. He starts laughing some more and his hitting me on the shoulder but not in anger. I stop again and pull back looking him in the eyes. Then he says "I thought you were mad at..." I again cover his mouth with mine and start walking again. He starts pounding on my shoulders again and I just keep walking. The Quinn puts his arms around my neck and starts to kiss me back. Now when I stop and pull away he says "Okay what do I have to do to get you to put me down?" but he's grinning at me. "That's easy. Just tell me you love me and want to be with me." "But Jason I thought you kne..." I plant my lips on his and start walking. This time Quinn just wraps his legs around my waist and kisses me for dear life. "Jason I love you so much" He mumbles against my lips. I stop but don't set him down I just kiss him back. Suddenly a car stops next to us. "Hey your a fucking fag!" The passenger yells out the window. Before I can reply, Quinn says "I go this" to me. "Yeah I am and as you can see I have a lover so will you please stop following me and asking me out. I'm a one mans man" He shouts at the car. The two people in the car look completely stunned but no more so then I do. I would never have expected this to come from my timid little man. He slides his legs down off of my waist, laces his fingers with mine and says "Come on love lets go home." As we walk away the car just sits there. "Love I think you put those people into shock." "Good, they can find a fight somewhere else I've had one fight today I'm not looking for another." We get back to the house with no problems. Once inside we quickly get our stuff for school and work. As Quinn gets his pack I make us two burritos each, wrap them in paper towels and hand him his as we race out the door. "I'm sorry love." I tell him as I'm driving to work. "I guess I'm just feeling guilty and insecure" Quinn start to chock on his breakfast "What!" He manages to get out. "How are YOU feeling insecure? I'm the.." "NO do NOT say that awful phrase, I so fucking detest that!" "OK, your right I promised. But what in the hell are you feeling insecure about? Its not like I've got guys lining up to be nice to me." "Not yet." "HUH?" "Quinn, hon, you don't get it so let me spell it out for you. First do you want to go to collage?" "I'd like to yes" "Ok so no one there is likely to know about your past right?" "Well probably not." "So they are going to see YOU, not what your mom made you do, not what you had to do to survive they are going to see you for what you are." "Yeah and just what is that?" "A very hot, sincere young man, that is very smart, friendly and attractive." "I think hot and attractive are synonymous and I'm not that smart." "Oh, really? So your not that smart huh?" "You know that." "Hmm ok what was that big word you just used?" "What word?" "You said and I Quote: I think hot and attractive are.. ok now fill in the blank for me" "synonymous?" "Yeah that one. And what does it mean?" "That two words are alike" "How many other kids have you heard use that word?" "Just Alex that I'm aware of." "Whose Alex?" "Oh he's the brainiac ..OH" "Yeah and what is your average gpa right now?" "I'm getting a 3.8" "Why aren't you getting a 4.0?" "Well I was having problems with math till you helped me." "But I'm not helping you with your other subjects and you're getting 4.0's there right" "Yeah" "So I hardly feel, based on the evidence I see, that your dumb. Now back to my insecurities. So you go to collage and you see other young, attractive guys and they see you. I'm 13 years older then you your going to want to go out with guys your age and I'm going to be left alone in my house again and I..." "OK WHOA! My turn! There are a whole lot of reasons why I love you and that isn't going to change." "But you don't.." "Hey hush a minute okay? Now as I was saying, I'm not going to change. Yeah sure your 13 years older then me but MAN dude have you really looked at yourself in the mirror? Jason your hot as hell so looks wise younger guys haven't got a thing on you. Also you saved my life in more ways then one and you know that." "Yeah but I don't want you to feel you have to be with me I want you to be with me cause want to not because you feel obligated" "Jason I was in love with you before that happened and before you come up with one more thing I want YOU to think about what you said at the start of this conversation." "What was that?" "You said when I go to college they wouldn't know about my past and my mother and all that has happened right?" "Yeah, you can start fresh." "Jason, if its one thing I know its that you really can't ever start fresh, life follows you. So let me give you this scenario. Lets say I do find another guy, and lets say we move in together. We're walking down the street and a man approaches us and says Hey Jason baby how's that sweet ass of yours? How much you charge an old friend? Just what do you think is going to be my boyfriends reaction to that? Now don't actually tell me just think about that for a sec. You already know my past, you know what I've done and whats been done to me. You accept these things and don't hold them against me in fact more then that you love me in spite of them. You do love me right?" "Baby you know I do." "So don't you know that I love you just as much? Can't you see that? I don't want us to fight over this when its pretty obvious that we're both perfect for each other. We are both what the other needs and desires and there is NO ONE better suited for either of us." "And the boy says he's dumb" I mumble. "Yeah well maybe your rubbing off on me" "I'd rather be rubbing all over you" and I flash him my most evil smile. "Hmm me too. So we good now?" "OH yeah we're beyond good. So now that you've put me in my place." Quinn breaks into his adorable shit eating grin. "We're almost there and there are a few other things really quick. You need to go to the office and change your emergency contact number." "Oh I need that again please." "What happened to the one I gave you?" "Its right here" he reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a white lump of paper mulch. "You washed and dried it" he snickers. "Oh yeah I did do that didn't I" I smile back. Ok so when we get there I'll write that out again. Also see if you can get your assignments for your afternoon classes early. I'm going to pick you up at lunch time and we have a ton of errands to do." "Such as?" "Such as you need cloths and supplies for school. Also I want a Doctor to look at your face and make sure your check isn't fractured or something. I'm sure its fine but I'd just feel better if it was looked at. "No, I'm good, its ok honest, I'll be fine." Quinn looks like he's about to panic. "Whoa baby its ok calm down whats wrong?" "I really don't like Dr's. Dina always dragged me to them and they all knew why she was bringing me there and its to embarrassing." I pull up to the park next to the school and park. Turning I look at Quinn's face, the bruise looks so awful. "Hon, your going to have to get used to seeing a doctor on a regular basis one way or another and the sooner the better. I'll pick you up around lunch." "OK your right." Quinn grabs his back from the floor and then looks up at me. "Can I ask a favor?" "Sure can love" "Can I have a kiss?" "Love you can have one of those any time you want" and I reach across the seat and pull him to me and fold into my side and we both lean forward and gently kiss each other. I nuzzle his hair before letting him go. "I'll catch you in a few hours love." "I cant wait" he give me a quick kiss on the check, gets out of the car and starts walking across the part towards school and I just can't stop watching that ass of his. Finally I pull out and finish the drive to work. I may have felt completely insecure first thing this morning but as of this moment all feels right in the world. I walk into the office and wave to Nancy at the front while on my way by. "Morning Jas" "Hey Nanc, and how are you doing beautiful" Nanc smile and says "Evidently not as good as you. Did you have a good weekend?" "It was amazing." Is all I can say and I just smile on my way to my desk. As soon as I logged into my computer I sent John with a cc to Tim requesting to get off work early today and then started taking calls. The first two hours just floated by in no time. My email box flagged letting me know that I finally got a response from John, but as I opened it the email was from Tim requesting that I come to his office in 20 min. About 5 min's till and John walks by and gives me the strangest look, like he's hiding a smirk or something. Suddenly the world doesn't feel right. John has avoided coming any where near me since our fight and now he walks by and looks at me. That's enough to get my mind working. I'm not sure what's going on but if John is acting like that then its probably not good. Well no since putting it off I head over to Tim's office. Tapping on Tim's door I open it and walk in. Tim's standing with his back to the door looking out the window. "Please shut the door behind you Jason." "Sure" I close the door and step towards Tim "What's up" "What the fuck are you doing with my son!" He spits, "And why the fuck did you tell his mother who I was? I thought I made it clear that I wanted that to be kept in confidence between us. Or did the thought of fucking some young kid get in the way of your brain! And what the fuck is this that your HIV+?! Your fucking my son and infecting him and you have the god damn balls to come into my office! You couldn't have me any more so your going to fuck my son and make him sick. Is this some fuck twisted way of getting revenge on me for marrying Laura and leaving you behind?" If it hadn't been for John's warning I might have been speechless but I was forewarned enough by his odd behavior to expect a blow up but not this. This did catch me off guard but I'm quick to recover. "OH so now he's your son?! You can't life a self righteous fucking finger to help him when you know what's being done to him by his own mother, but you gladly jump on your fucking soap box if you hear a rumor that your best friend of how many god damn years might be fucking him. And how DARE you make the accusation that I might be doing to it for revenge. If I had revenge in mind after all these fucking years I have plenty of other ways of exacting that without setting myself up for a confrontation at work. Only you sanctimonious breeders are that stupid, most gay men and especially myself prefer that if we are going to get revenge we remain on the sidelines to observe it not to get wrapped up in it. As to how his mother knows well you fucktard how do you think she knows? I mean let me think here you stuck your dick in her you didn't use protection and you came in her. How the fuck else do you think she knows, you god damn idiot?" "I want your resignation on my desk and I want you out of my office, do I make myself clear!" "Perfectly. I clear out my desk and be out of here in 10 min. OH and anything at my house that belongs to Laura and the girls I'm just mail here." "What are you going to tell Laura?" Taking a chapter from Quinn's book I level Tim with a glare that should have incinerated him. "Absolutely nothing. You can handle that any way you want. Just like you want to cut me out of your life I'm doing the same to you. OH and that include cutting you out of Quinn's. OH wait you've pretty much never been there for him anyway. Well let me make this clear to you you never will either" "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means that Quinn is a very important part of MY life and since you don't want any part of me you get no part of him. He's living with me now." I've had enough of this conversation and I turn and head for the door. "Wait a sec, you never told me if your HIV+" Spinning around I look him straight in the eye and very quietly say "Its none of your god dammed business and neither is any other part of my life from this point on. I hope you rot in hell!" I then open and slam the door hard enough to make the walls shake. Everyone in the office is staring at me as I walk to my desk. I see John headed in my direction and very loudly say "If you say one mother fucking word to me they will have to surgically remove your head from your ass and then explain to them why Pedophile is written in permanent ink on your ass. I'm sure Missy would LOVE to hear the story behind that!" "He was 18 so he was legal" Suddenly everyone in the office is no longer staring at me but at John. "Thank you John for tightening the noose around your neck as since Missy is not here due to maternity leave I'm sure when she returns one of these wonderful employee's will let her know what you just confessed. That is if they even wait for her to come back before they tell her. I think she has a few close friend here if I'm not mistaken. Isn't that right Nanc?" "She's number 2" Nanc replys. "Number 2 for what Nanc?" "She's number 2 on my speed dial." "OH dear I'd say it sucks to be you John, have a nice day." "I wont forget this you faggot" "Hmm now isn't that the pot calling the kettle black? But I will say this," and my voice gets very low and menacing. I would highly recommend you don't forget this. In fact I would suggest you learn a very valuable lesson from this. You get in my way and I will fuck you up beyond repair. What just happened here is nothing compared to what I will do if you ever come near me or Quinn again. The last guy that hurt Quinn can very close to losing his balls and I don't mean that figuratively. He probably had to have stitches from where I held the knife and if you don't believe me ask Quinn's mother." John's eyes are fairly bulging from his head and he gulps and backs away from me. I don't know if he believed it when I first said it but by the time I was done I'm pretty sure he was convinced I was telling the truth. I get to my desk and quickly pack everything up in the box John obviously left in my chair for this purpose. I can't help but grin when I think he's going to need a much bigger box when Missy hears about all of this. As I'm headed out the office a number of my fellow employees come over to hug me or pat me on the back. As I'm headed out the door Nanc says, "Jas you know whose 3?" "No Nanc I don't know, whose 3?" "Laura is 3" "OH Nanc no just let it go. I don't want to involve her and the girls." "Oh hon its done and just to let you know, she's 5 on Judy's and she 6 on Jennies. Her daddy started this you know that. We all go way back." "Oh fuck this is getting ugly." "But hon, you just sit on the sidelines for this one. Now go take care of that cute man of yours, and Jas, don't be a stranger I love you." and she comes across the counter and give me a huge hug and we're both sniffing up a storm. "Ok after all this blows down a bit we'll have a girls night." "Your on." And I thought that was the worst that could happen that day

Quinn's response caused my cock, which was already impossibly hard, to jerk and spit in his ass. The 'monster' had claimed me, and I just had to plant as much of my toxic seed in his ass as I could. Afterwards we lay there and I continued to stir my cock in the juices bottled-up inside his ass. Groggily, he lay there, moaning as I picked-up tempo. I slid into him making sure I bottomed-out, getting all of my eight inches in as deeply as possible. Each time I hilted-up Quinn let out a gasp and moan which I took to be born somewhat in pleasure and more so in pain. I reasoned he had been somewhat torn-up by what happened at his Mom's place, and what I had been doing to him. The thought of what that bastard 'John' did to Quinn infuriated me and adding to my fury was that his mother allowed it to happen, even condoned it, labeling Quinn a bad child when Quinn told her he didn't want some fat ugly man to fuck him! Unconsciously I drove my cock even harder into Quinn, pounding his ass in my anger, and not until he whimpered did I realize what I was doing. "Ahhh Jason, it hurts, please take it easy." I tried to, but it was too late: my cock was in his ass and it was in charge. I knew I was hurting him, and a part of me I wanted to stop, but but I couldn't. I drove my dick deep inside his ass, slid my arms up his side, hooking his legs, and positioning them up to my shoulders. Once they were securely in place, I reached under him, pulling his body upwards, so he was somewhat on his shoulders, then I straighten my legs, which caused my cock to slide out most the way, and then I dropped my hips onto Quinn. He cried-out as I hit bottom and tried to wiggle away, but I had control of his body, and was determined to reach as far into his ass as was possible. "Shh shh baby its ok we're almost there." I can feel it in my balls, they were tightening-up, getting ready to eject their load into Quinn's fertile ass. My cock was expanding and lengthening, getting ready to fire. "Are you ready, baby? I'm going to breed you again. This is what we both want." Quinn whimpered and I honestly couldn't tell if it was from the pain or in agreement, but the sound makes my nuts fire. I could feel my semen racing down my cock, my semen and the virus it carried racing to find an opening, a crack in Quinn's defenses, a crack in defenses through which it could lodge itself and grow, merging with him, infecting him making him one of us, one with us. I captured his lips with mine as I spewed my load into his ass, trying to kiss the pain away, to distract him. I released my lock on his shoulders and cradled his head, pulling him to my mouth. My balls contracted one last time, sending one last charged spurt of cum into my lover, trying to get as much toxin into him as my body could produce. Rolling the two of us over onto our sides, I released his legs, although I still kept him tucked into a ball against my chest. "You did great love. I know it hurt and I love you so much for allowing me to do this with you. Just rest now babe." "I love you too Jason" Quinn said, his fingers tracing my tattoo. We cuddled and dozed, my cock still lodged in his tight ass. *********************************************************** Quinn Butt fucking, gawd, my ass felt like it was on fire, but I knew this was would happen when I submitted to Jason - when I made up my mind to be completely his, and let him fill me up with his HIV. As much as I love him, (and the sex has been absolutely amazing), I was just as glad that he had stopped for a while as my ass and my balls both needed a break. I could feel Jason finally softening up inside me but as tightly as he had entrapped my waiste with his legs, I didn't think his cock would ever come all the way out. Which as okay: at least he wasn't pounding me and ripping my hole open. "Love," I said, "can we please take a break now? I'm not sure I can take much more." "Sure, baby, sure. I'm sorry I hurt you." "I know it's ok." With that, Jason very slowly and gently pulls his thick cock from my ass. As it popped-out and the air hit my hole, I couldn't help but hiss. "Oh damn," and murmured as I lay there, panting, "oh, fuck, that hurts so good." "I'm sorry, love. Just roll onto your stomach and stay like that. I'll be right back." Jason disentangled himself from me and went into the bathroom. I heard the water flowing, and I figured he was cleaning-up. Soon I heard him returning, and, looking over my shoulder, I saw he was approaching me, carrying a wash cloth. He placed the cool cloth on my check and gently washed first the right side, then skipping over my crack he washed the left, and then very gently worked his way inwards spreading the cool cloth over my ravaged ass. Even as gentle as he was, it still stung a bit, but the coolness was refreshing. Afterwards Jason leaned over and kissed me between my shoulder blades, then up the back of my neck, over to my shoulder and up to my ear where he murmured "Hey." "Hmm." "How about we go back to the front room, cuddle on the couch, have some some Chinese food, and watch some movies? Sound like a plan to you?" "Yeah, I could go with that." "Awesome" he breathed into my ear. I turned my head, and we looked at each other. Then I leaned forward and kissed him, saying "I could get used to that." He smiled in reply, murmuring "Yeah, me too." Straightening-up, Jason offered me a help, I rolled over, took his hand, and gingerly stood-up, only to fall again into his arms. He tucked my head beneath his chin and enveloped me with his body. I felt so safe with him. I could feel his breath on my hair, I could hear his heart beat in his chest and I could sense just how much he loved me and that this is where I belonged. Finally he straightened-up, released me, but simultaneously taking my hand and intertwining his fingers with mine. As we walked-down hallway, we couldn't help but grin and giggle as we passed the laundry closet. "That was one of my better ideas." "Yeah. I think I can agree. That was pretty amazing." "The movies are under the TV. Pick-out something and I'll get us some plates" and he heads into the kitchen. Stepping into the living room I finally looked around. Jason had great taste. Everything seemed to work together. Living like I had with my Mom, I really don't know if anything of his was expensive, but to my inexperienced it seemed to be. There was, however, one thing which I knew to be expensive and that was the 65" flat screen TV mounted on the wall. I swear it was wider then my room was at the trailer park. Underneath it was a long movie case with seemingly hundreds of DVD's. Opening the glass door, I began to sift through them, noting he had everything from animations to zombies, comedy to horror. 'Geez where do I begin?' I thought. About then Jason entered the room carrying some plates, and he asked "Find anything yet?" "Oh my gawd. Are you kidding? Where do I start?" Jason looked at me, curiosity written plainly on his face, and then, realizing, perhaps, that I had perhaps seen virtually none of the movies, he grinned a bit sheepishly "Ah well, I entertain my friends' two daughters from time to time, and then there is 'Guys night' and 'Girls night'...." "Ahhhh, 'Girls night???'" "Well, yeah. Laura and I hang out and watch the sappy romantics that Tim won't watch, then Tim and I will watch the horror movies that Laura doesn't like, so yeah, I have got a ton of movies." Suddenly I felt insecure. I didn't know these people, what inwardly speculated 'They don't know me and they probably won't like me. No one in this town has ever liked me but Jason. What if they convince him that I'm to young for him or that I'm too stupid or that I'm just a worthless whore and he should run me off? I was afraid of these people who I had never met. "Quinn?" "Yeah?" "What's wrong, baby?" "What if.... What if they don't like me?" I quietly asked, "what if they don't approve of me?" "Well, Tim already likes you." "Huh?" "Tim is my boss and friend. He's the one who set us up in the extra room at the office, and provided the supplies and drinks for your studies." "Oh." "And Laura is his wife, and they have two daughters, Stacy and Isabel. All of them are the nicest of people, and like just about everyone, so you'll be just fine, hon." "Are they going to be ok with us?" "It may take them some time to get used to the idea, but pretty soon they'll treat you just like one of the family." "Ok. Well, if you say so." "I do say so. Now, choose your food, grab a seat and I'll pick a movie. Do you have any idea what you'd like to watch?" "Whatever you want is fine." "Quinn, at least give me a hint of what you'd like," gesturing at the kajillion movies in the cabinet. "Oh, I don't know something funny? Something..., Oh, just whatever." A grin crossed Jason's face "'Something ..., Oh whatever'? And just want kind of whatever is it you're afraid to ask?" I could feel my face starting to blush and my ears went beet red, so I quickly turned, grabbed a plate and started going through the food choices. Jason, however, wouldn't let me off the hook that easily, as approaching me, he leaned-in close and asked "Were you thinking maybe something..., maybe a little romantic?" as he batted his lashes at me. I couldn't help but laugh "Yeah, kinda." "Okay. How about funny and romantic. Will that work?" "Yeah, I'd like that." We spend the rest of the evening laughing and crying through a number of movies. I was never before so happy. I was warm, comfortable, and had a wonderful man who made me laugh, cry and feel safe. At some point during the night we fell asleep on the couch, curled up against one another. As far as I was concerned, life was perfect.

Quinn I've just had the most intense orgasm ever and feel as if I'm floating. I've never had my cock in anything other then my hand since all the guys with whom my mom made me sleep had with just wanted to fuck me. A couple of them would fondle my cock, but like I said before they'd just do or say anything to appease their conscientious. None of them actually cared if I felt good, they just wanted to unload inside me, but at this moment there was an amazing man sitting on my cock which was shoved all the way inside his ass. I would never have believed that anyone could get that much dick in his ass. For fucks sake. If I lined-up along his stomach it would be past his navel. I looked-up and he was grinning ear to ear, still swiveling his hips and obviously enjoying himself. At that moment I remembered something Jason had done to me that felt awesome, so I decided to give it a try. I pulled down on his hips and make my cock jump inside him. This had the effect I intended: Jason took a sudden intake of breath, his head fell forward, followed by a very loud "Oh Fuck! You're a fast learner young man. Remember that for later." Jason starts to rise up off my dick but I hold onto his hips and lifted my hips with his motion I stayed lodged all the way in, asking "What, can't wait to get away from me now that you've taken my virginity?" "You learn way to fast and you ARE EVIL." With that, Jason leaned forward, planting a deep kiss on my lips. Then before I knew what he had in mind, he pulled off of my dick, which, with a loud thump, smacked against my stomach. "Damn, and you said I was evil!" "Yep. Guess we're two peas in a pod and deserve each other." He grinned down at me and then stood-up, stepping off the bed and offered me his hand. I grabbed his hand and he helped pull me out of bed. Once I was on my feet he pulled me into his embrace and held me. "I'm glad your here. I've been worried about you since I saw those welts on your back. I don't know what I would have done is someone and taken things to far and seriously hurt you," and with that he tightened his arms around me. I felt safe and comfortable. We rocked back and forth for a few seconds, but my ornery streak came out again. "Well, if all we're going to do is stand around, we should of stayed in bed with my dick inside your ass." Jason chuckled and responded, "Yep. You're evil alright. Guess I'll have to keep you around to protect the rest of the world from your wickedness." "Ok, I can live with that." Again I hugged him and Jason returned my hug with the suggestion "Why don't you jump in the shower while I make the bed. I'll join you in just a second." "Sounds good to me." Once in the shower with the water running through my hair everything starts to sink in. I was in love with a man who was HIV+ and who had 13 years on me, and that he had probably infected me or at least started to. I knew I could still get to the clinic and get medicine to stop it. Do I want to? I hollered "Hey Jason, can I use your shampoo?" "Sure." Do I have to get HIV to stay with him? I poured shampoo into my hand and start to lather up. Couldn't we just use protection? And I think about how it felt last night. How he was so patient and how incredible it felt to have him bare inside me. Was that because I loved him or does the condom deaden sensation, or was it both? I rinsed my hair, and again called-out "Can I use your body wash?" Again, "Sure." I wondered if there was a medication I could take so I could stay negative, even if we didn't use condoms. "Where are the wash cloths or can I...." I jumped as Jason opens the shower door, pointing to the loofah. "See that? That's ours." He points to the shampoo "and that? Yeah that's OURS too, as is the conditioner and ever other product in this bathroom." With that, he slapped my ass adding "This, now this, is mine as is this" he announced, wrapping his hand around my dick, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Hmm, well, that works both ways right?" "It certainly does. Both your ass and mine belong to me, as does your dick and my dick." "OH that's just wrong," and we both laughed. I soaped-up as Jason washed his hair. A million thoughts were racing through my mind as I tried to organize them. We danced around the shower stall, alternating between getting wet and rinsing off. Finally I was done and made to step out of the shower, but Jason reached-out and lightly grasps my elbow, and, as I turned to see what he wanted, he leaned forward and kissed me. Then he leaned his forehead against mine, looked me in the eyes saying "Somebody thinks you're special." There was absolutely no doubt in my mind who that somebody was. "You know I think that same somebody thinks you're special too. OH wait. I mean I think your special or somebody ... oh damn, I totally blew that didn't I?" Jason was downright laughing his ass off, saying "Actually, baby that was just perfect. Okay, more immediate, I put your clothes in the dryer but that's going to take some time so I laid out a pair of sweats on the bed for you. The bottoms will be long but the top should be just fine. There's also underwear in the dresser across from the bed. You might want to wear some with the sweats," winking at me, then with a final peck he turned back into the spray to finish his shower. Once in the bedroom I headed for the dresser, where in the first drawer, I found socks so I closed it and went on to the next one, which, as it turned-out, contained more different kinds of underwear than I had ever seen. Looks like someone has a thing for underwear, I thought. I couldn't help but grin as I looked through boxers, jocks, g-strings, and ass-less shorts. Now that looks like it could be fun, I thought to myself. Choosing a pair, I quickly put them on and I was dressed by the time Jason came in from the bathroom. "You find everything ok?" "Yep but took me forever to wade through all the underwear. I swear a couple of them tried to grab me and drag me into the drawer." Jason turns beet red "Yeah I kind of have an underwear thing." "Kind of? That's way more then kind of." "So which ones did you get?" He reached around me began to slide his hands down the back of the sweat pants. "Oh no." I push him back "if your a good boy I'll show you later." "What if I'm bad?" "Then I'll let you touch them." "You know I'm going to be VERY bad?" "Yup. I kind of planned on it when I picked them." Jason raised an eye brow "Oh really??" as he stepped towards me. "Ah ahh aha. NO touchy till later," I admonished, grinning ear to ear. "Fine," Jason replied, turning towards the dresser. "Hold on one sec mister," I said as I reached past him into the drawer with all the underwear, grabbing probably the sexiest jock I had ever seen, suggesting "You get to wear that." "Oh really, picking out my clothing for me now. Soon people will be accusing us of being an old married couple." His words raced through my head. A married couple? All I could do was stand there. "Hey, hey. It's just a saying, okay? I kind of thought that was a good thing." I could clearly hear the hurt in his voice. Looking right into his face I stated "It is love. You just caught me by surprise. I just never expected anyone would want..." It was hard for me to finish, but I spit out the obvious words "...the whore's son." "Love, I very much want you and I'm tired of this self-description as the whore's son. You are now my man and that takes precedence. Even as we speak my DNA is combining with yours. So can we drop that awful phrase, and can you just be content to be my Quinn?" Jason reached for me and this time I let my body fold against his chest. "Yeah, I think I can do that." But as I leaned against him, I couldn't stop thinking about his reference to DNA, and how our DNA was now combining in my body. I wanted to be Jason's and the idea of part of him being inside me was strangely reassuring, but then the question remained, did I really want to be HIV positive, and as a follow-up, couldn't I have everything else but that? Then, aware, perhaps, that I needed time to think, Jason got back to the mundane, saying "Ok, let's go get your stuff, and we can grab some breakfast on the way there. 'kay?" With that we moved apart and I nodded in agreement. Heading out the door, however, Jason grabbed a jacket for each of us, remarking "I checked, your jacket is still soaked, so you might want to wear one of mine." "Thank you." "My pleasure. I plan on taking it off of you later" giving me a broad smile. "Mmmm, well, that depends on just how bad you are," and we gave a chuckle, and left it there. The trip to my house, no, to my mother's trailer, was quiet. Between eating my croissant, chasing thoughts of HIV and DNA, and worrying about dealing with my mother, I was preoccupied. Arriving at the entrance of the trailer park where I had lived most my life, I got my first real look at the grounds, and found myself thinking 'It's pretty amazing how we can live some place and never really see it'. The rusty trailers, some of them missing skirting panels, old cars sitting on blocks in the driveway, automobile parts and toys scattered all around the various yards, weeds being about the only plant that grew strongly, and, truth be told, they were sprouting up everywhere. I wanted to slide under the seat. I was so embarrassed. I never really cared. Never before had I cared about where I lived, or, for that matter, had I really registered where I lived, until I brought Jason to the dump, and not surprisingly I found myself wishing he had never seen the place. Perhaps I should have just made some excuse to come alone but it was too late and he was here. Still I couldn't stand the idea that he would see the unvarnished truth of how I lived. Rounding the corner, we were facing my mom's trailer, and to be honest, it was one of the worst. Panels were missing, rusted or beaten, the steps were broken, cracks in the windows were sealed with tape. The whole mess should have be in a scrap yard. I glanced over at Jason. Revulsion was plainly written on his face. I'm so ashamed and just bowed my head, staring at my feet. "Hey, love, look at me, please." I look up at Jason as he continued "Do you remember when I said I was proud of you, and you asked me how I could be proud of you, but then didn't let me answer?" "Yeah. I remember." "THIS is why I'm proud of you." I was completely confused and I am sure it showed in my face, but Jason continued, and his remarks put everything in perspective. "How many of the kids who grow-up here finish school? How many of the guys your age are healthy and drug free? How many of the girls who grow-up here aren't already pregnant, or have kids, or are selling themselves - and not looking for a way to break out of this place?" With that he stopped the car in the middle of the road and pulled me over to him, saying, with great earnestness, "You've fought to keep going to school, you've kept yourself in great shape, you don't do drugs and you don't go out and sell yourself." "But I do. My mother has guys over for me all the time," I sobbed. "Baby, what your mother does doesn't count. YOU don't sell yourself out, your mother does. What have you been doing when you're not with your mother's 'John''? You've been going to school, doing homework and keeping your body in shape. Right? How many of the other guys you grew up with here do that? Now place, however horrible, is why I'm so proud of you. Got that? You're so much better then this world." His words gave me the strength to realize and accept the truth of his declaration. "Thank you." "Baby, you don't need to thank me for saying what's true." I smiled, saying "Just park right here. I'll run in and get my things. it shouldn't take me long." "You sure? I'll go in with you." "No it's ok. It will be faster if I just run in. With any luck mom will be out of it, and I'll be able to grab my stuff and get out." "Ok, baby. Your call, but if you're too long I'm coming in to get you, and Lord help anyone who gets in my way." "You just want your clothing back." "Nah. Just the underwear." We both giggled. "Okay. Be right back." I took a deep breath, opened the car door and walked to my mom's trailer. I glanced back at Jason, seated in his car, and knew he was worried for me. I waved and headed up the four steps to the sliding door, through which I could see Mom smiling, seated on the couch, her hand on some guy's thigh. I slid open the door and Mom turned to look at me. Her eyes had a glassy look so I knew she was on something. "Well, there you are" she said, asking "Where have you been, honey?" "Around, I'm just going to grab some stuff and I wont be in your way and you can finish visiting." "Oh Honey, John's not here to visit with me. He wants to visit with you." John was a pudgy man, probably around 35 or so, about 5' 10' and around 250 pounds, and even when standing at the door I could tell he smelled. I had never really cared before as it had never before mattered what I thought, but this time I felt like I was going to be sick. 'Fuck it', I thought, and unbidden, the words came out "No, mom I can't." "Of course you can, Honey. John has paid very good money to visit with you." "No mom I can't, I....don't have any condoms." John spoke-up saying "That's ok, young'un. I don't need em. I'm clean." My mother, however, spoke-up: "No. No one does my boy without a condom. But that's ok. I've got plenty in my room. I'll just get you boys a couple and leave you alone to have some fun." But I took the bull by the horns and announced "No mom, I don't need condoms. I got infected last night. I'm not clean." "WHAT!" she screeched "How could you, after everything I've taught you? Well you just take care of John here, and we'll get you right to the clinic and they can give you them pills to stop it." "No mom I'm not visiting with John or any other John any more. I'm leaving and I'm not coming back. I'm only here to get my stuff." And with that I headed off to my room where I grabbed my backpack with my school books, and a duffle bag into which I shoved what little clothing I owned that was decent. In the background I heard the sliding door open and close. 'Good. At least 'John' is gone', I thought. As I rooted through the drawers in my bureau, I heard Mom come to my bedroom door, but I cut her off before she could begin, saying "I'm not going to talk about this, Mom. I'm just leaving." The voice that sounded was not Mom's, it was John "Well, I'm not much for small talk anyway, but you're not going anywhere for a while. You're mom changed her mind and said that I could leave a few marks 'cause you're being such a bad child" and with that the back of his hand, he smashed me across the check. He chuckled as I stood there, utterly stunned, and 'John' continued saying "She did say not to break anything, but you know she's not around and if you fight too much, well let's just say 'accidents happen'." John then grabbed me and yanked me around, punched me in the back of the head and then pushed my head down, forcing me to bend over. Then with his other hand he grabbed my pants and yanked them down. "My what do we have here. Such cute little fuck-me panties. You must have worn them just for me boy. Did your mamma tell you 'Daddy' was coming and to dress up so purty for him?" I heard him unzip his pants. Understanding what he intended, I struggled to extract myself from his grip, but John, who was surprisingly strong for an over-weight man, clobbered me hard above the ear. "No, please don't, don't do this, I plead." "That's right boy just keep begging, love it when they beg. Gonna have you begging for more here in just a sec." I hear him spit and then he's shoving his hard dick side me. I try to tighten up so he can't get in and he slaps my ass hard and shoves my head into the wall. "You let me in first boy then you can squeeze" and with that he viciously shoves his cock into me. "NO, NO, DON'T! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, YOU BASTARD!" "Oh yeah, boy, I'm going to get off in you. Don't worry about that none," and with another cruel thrust he shoved harder into my ass, again slapping me in the back of my skull. I was dizzy from his last slap and my ears were ringing, so I just stood there, bent over, my head against the wall as he fucked me hard. As he did so, I remember thinking 'How can this be happening to me?' Suddenly John's cock was jerked out of my ass and his weight fell off me. For a second I stood there, trying to get my balance, when I felt the trailer shaking. Looking around, I saw Jason had one hand around John's cock and my mom's cutting knife in his other hand. The cutting blade was resting under John's balls. "You like it rough?" Jason seethed, hissing through his clenched teeth, "well, this knife is a bit too sharp for me to make it rough for you, but I'm ok with that." A small smear of blood trickled across the knife blade, and down 'John's' thigh. "Fuck, no, DON'T! Please! Don't!" "You know, I believe I just heard my LOVER say the same thing to you and how did you respond? I believe you told him to keep on begging." Jason was face is crimson with rage, and he was practically spitting in the other man's face. I notice that the blood was running a bit more quickly, and I could tell Jason was close to killing this piece-of-shit-of-a-man, and I knew I'd loose him if that happened. "Love, please," I gasped, "I need your help, please," I begged him. "Just let him go, and let's get the fuck out of here." Jason looked at me, and then back at John. "If I ever see you again, I'll fuckin' kill you, and if I ever see you near my lover I'll kill you slowly. Do I make myself clear?" The terrified man nodded. "Now get the fuck out of here," and with that Jason shoves the bastard down the hall. I could hear 'John' scrambling to get out the sliding door and then he was gone. In turn, I dropped to the floor, not believing what had transpired, shaking and sobbing. I couldn't control myself. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the tremors. Then Jason was there. holding me tightly. "Oh my god, love, I'm so sorry I didn't get here sooner. I saw your mother leave and thought she was upset and letting you pack. Fuck! Your own mother left you with him! No never mind that. I never want you to have to come back here. Helping me to my feet, he herded me to the exit. "Wait, I need my backpack." "I will get you new clothing. There is NOTHING in this fucking hell hole you need!" "Jason, I need my backpack." "I'll get you new clothing." "Jason, its my school books I need. My math book." "I'll get you a new math book." "Jason, I need that specific book." "Why?" "'Cause that's the one I had when I met you. That's the first problem you helped me solve. I need that book." Jason stood there staring at me, then clutched me tighter to his chest, sobbing and shaking as much as was I. "Lover, you have no idea how proud I am of you, and how much you mean to me." With that Jason grabbed my back pack and we were gone.

Jason As I'm chasing my laughing young man down the hall towards the kitchen and I can't help but think this is the first time since I met Quinn that I've seen him happy, really happy. Yeah, he's has his chuckles, a couple of giggles, a smile here and there but there's always been a deep sadness about him. I think he's been desperately lonely and in need of someone to really care about him. I'm so glad its me. Its been far to long since I've had that myself. I'll admit to myself I had more then a small crush on Tim while growing up but I always knew he was just "playing". But the mind and the heart so rarely agree and I couldn't help but fall for him. While in college Tim met Laura and its all stopped. I put on my happy face, made friends with Laura <lord knows I wanted to hate her> and never let my true feelings show. I found a boyfriend, Tony, figured I could learn to love him, and I did care about him. We dated for around 4 months and we always seems to be at my place. In retrospect I should have figured something was wrong when I never got to spend any time at my boyfriends house. But I wasn't looking that far just wanted the attention to keep my mind off Tim. I got sick, really sick figured I had a really bad flu. Tony took care of me for the first 3 days, though the chills and fevers. On the forth day he said he had some errands to run and he'd be back in a few hours. I finally got up to use the restroom and on the counter was a note with a number. Jason, here is the number to the HIV clinic you need to get tested. I should have told you but I couldn't bring myself to do it. You'll get better then it will be your turn to pass it on. Keep the gift going. TW Of course I had no idea what he meant at the time other then HIV that practically jumped off the note at me. I couldn't believe it. That was my last relationship. Once I figured out what keep the gift going meant I was determined not to do that to anyone else. So I got a job working for Tim and Laura, bought my house and have basically been a hermit. I never expected to find anyone to love and I certainty had no intention of "gifting" someone. Now I've done both. Part of me is ashamed and regrets it, part of me it glad. Only time will tell which of the two will follow me in the years to come. I enter the kitchen and Quinn is standing with his back to the sink hands up in surrender. "Ok be nice you got your revenge with the towel so behave" "I don't have to behave" I reply and place my hands on the counter with him in the middle. I lean against him and kiss while looking in his gorgeous brown eyes. I never thought much about brown eyes but his are a golden brown like hazelnut chocolate. He smiles into my kiss and kisses back. I slide my hands around his back and then I start to tickles his sides. Quinn jerks back and tries to get away but he has no where to go and he's laughing hysterically. "OH stop stop and can't breath. Your supposed to ..BEHAVE!" "No I'm not" I laugh at him but I do stop, give him one last kiss and grab a plate out of the strainer. Setting the plate on the counter I turn to the fridge, open it up and get whats left of dinner. Quinn watches me put it all together with this huge smile on his face. "Here you go hon" and I hand him his place. He starts eating while I put everything back. "This is really good, I've never had a ..Cesar salad? Is that what you said it was? "Yep that's what they call it." I sit at the table as Quinn leans against the counter eating. "How much stuff do you have to bring over?" Quinn stops eating and is kind of just moving a piece of chicken around with his fork. "I don't have much, just some clothes and a couple of pieces of work out stuff if that's ok" "Hon, of course is ok, this is your home now, I really mean that." "Yeah, I know but .." "But what love?" "My mother." I've never heard such distaste associated with that word "Baby, your 19 you can do whatever you want now. Its your life." "I know but, you don't know how she is, especially..." his voice trails off barely above a whisper. "Especially since your her major source of income? Well that stops NOW! She'll have to figure something else out and if she gives us any problems!" At this point I have to stop and take a few deep breaths to settle down. "Well hon, actually after tonight she probably wont want you around." I remind him. "OH" and the word hangs there and suddenly Quinn looks like he is about to run for it. "Hey hey, come here" and I open my arms up and motion for him to come to me. Quinn sets his plate on the counter and quickly crosses over to me sitting in my lap and burying his face in my chest. "I'm scared." "Yeah I know hon but I'll get you through it, you'll be fine, we'll both be just fine okay?" I wrap my arms around him giving him a physical reminder to go with my words that I'm here for him. "Ok" and we just sit in the kitchen for a few. Me just holding him tight and him relaxing into me. "Well young man its time for bed we have a busy day tomorrow." I pick him up and head for our room, our room I like the way that feels. Once in the bedroom I tuck Quinn into bed and crawl in next to him. He scoots close and I wrap my arms around him. His face is buried in my chest, so I kiss his forehead and stoke his hair. I feel him relax and soon his breathing evens out and I can't tell he's just about asleep. I'm not far behind him as I feel my eyes closing. I can't help but here him whisper. "Thank you so much for loving me." and I can't help but smile and say back and say. "And thank you for loving me right back." and then we're both asleep. I wake up the next morning to something new. I have a pair of arms wrapped around me and a big cock nestled between my checks. I feel that all is right with the world. Quinn's soft breaths across my back tell me he's still sleep and I grin to myself as I think of the perfect way to wake him up. I slowly reach for the bottle of lotion I keep on my nightstand for dry skin, I can think of a better use for it this morning and pump a few squirts into my palm. I very slowly and gently reach behind me and very carefully start to rub it all over Quinn's massive uncut organ. This is going to be fun I think to myself. Quinn lets out a few whimpers and is all I can do to stop before he can wake up as I loving the way his foreskin slides back and forth in my hands. I carefully get a few more squirts, this boy is big and its been years since I've taken a cock, let alone one this long. I rub the lotion around my ass letting first one then two fingers slide in. My cock is already dripping and making a wet spot on the sheets. I am trying to go slow to surprise him but I want him inside me. I've made him mine now I need him to make me his as well. After a couple more squirts and another gentle rub along the length of Quinn's long shaft I'm ready. I scoot up a bit and line his cock up with my hole. I pull his skin back and let the tip of his cock start to work is way into me. The lotion does its job and Quinn is starting to fill me up. His breathing catches and there's a gasp. "oh OH OH WOW!" Quinn jerks his hands to my waist and holds me still. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." I clinch my ass around his cockhead "Didn't mean to what love?" I smile to myself. "Start making love to me? So making love to me is an accident?" I teasingly say and I push back to feel the first inch slide into me. Quinn sucks air deeply and wraps one arm over my chest and the other arm moves up so that his hand in playing in my hair. "Is this ok? You want me to fuck you?" "Yes I want you to fuck me haven't you ever been in a man before?" as soon as the words are out of my mouth I realize it was the wrong thing to say. I feel Quinn stiffen up and start to back out. "OH no you don't" I reach back and grab his ass to keep him from pulling out. "You know when I told you that I don't pull out? Well the same applies to you. Once your inside me you don't ever pull out until I have every drop of cum you've got to give me. This is a relationship its all about give and take and right now your going to give me your dick and I'm about to take your cum ok?" As I tell him this I slide my ass back and pull his ass forward getting another couple of inches. "OH damn, baby you feel so good." "Really? I'm sorry I'm not going to be very good at this. I've. Well. I've. I've never been allowed to fuck someone before I've always been the bottom." He just blurts this out like he's making some confusion. "OH yeah I've hit pay dirt" I've got the hottest guy in town in my bed and I get to be the only person that has ever had his cock in my ass. I must have done something right." I hold onto his hip now and I slide forward a little. I need to get used to this its been way to long since I've been fucked and he's longer then any guys I've been with. Also I have to make sure he enjoys this. My baby needs to have his first time be perfect. I kick the covers off of us so that I can drape my top leg over him, now I've got some leverage to work with. "Oh love let me get us started, its been a while but once I get used to you I expect me to give me the pounding we both deserve." I twist my chest around and wrap an arm around his shoulders and pull him into a kiss, while I start to impale myself on Quinn huge fuck stick. I'm not sure how much more I can take but I damn sure and going to try and get every inch. All Quinn is able to do is moan into my mouth and I keep lowering myself onto his cock. His head hits my barrier and I can't seem to get any more in. I reach my hand down to see how much I have left. "Fuck baby your only about 3/4ths in." "Its ok we can change around and you can fuck me instead." He says but I can tell there's a bit of disappointment. "Oh hell no, just give me a sec." Thank god I've been doing yoga. I easily roll Quinn on to his back, sit up and then rotate, I have no clue which of us is moaning louder at this point but damn that sure felt good. All the re positioning was causing his cock to do all sorts of wonderful things in my ass. Now I'm on top and got a good 6 inches of cock in my ass but I'm determined to get the other 4. I've got my hands on his chest and I'm looking Quinn straight in the eyes. "Ok hon your ready, cause I'm about to blow your mind?" I start rocking my hips back and forth as I'm start to rise and lower my ass on his cock. Quinn grabs my hips and his holding on for dear life. I can feel his cock head beating against my inner hole but I can't seem to get him past that. "OK hon you get to help now" I raise up a bit "Ok start to fuck me." Quinn hands grip me tighter and he thrusts his cock back into my ass, I raise up on my feet and grip his shoulders for balance and he start to drive his cock into me but still I'm not getting it all, finally frustrated as he pushes up and completely drop all my weight down. "OH FUCK!" The pain is excruciating and I break out in a full body sweat. Quinn looks like his eyes are going to pop right out of his head, and his mouth is hanging wide open and his gasping for air. Then I swear his eyes rolled up and he stiffened all over and I do mean ALL over, and I could feel his cock shooting deep in my ass. I bear through the pain and squeeze my ass around his cock and Quinn grips me tighter and pulls down harder. I swivel my hips to give him as much pleasure as possible and the pain is letting up, slowly but I can tell its lessening. "OH shit" Quinn is chanting while his dick is spewing inside of me. I can't help it but I've got the biggest shit-eating grin on my face as I'm watching him shoot his very first load inside a man and that man is me. Quinn is starting to come down from his orgasm and I'm still moving my hips but much more slowly. "So I take it you enjoyed that hmm." I lean forward and kiss the top of his nose, then his forehead then back down to his lips. Quinn's arms reach up around my neck "Mmmm hmm." He breaks off our kiss "Hey you didn't cum yet...love." He says "love" like he's testing it out and then he just smiles at me. "OH that's ok, trust me we'll get to that later. But right now we've got things to do. I've got idea's for tonight and I can assure you, its NOT going to be a quick. So lets get what we need done, get home relax so I can wear you out tonight." "Deal"

Jason "Yes and that's just a start baby," I say in response to Quinn sudden realization that he has taken my second load of corrupted seed. I don't know whats come over me but I have this desire, no it's a need like air or water, to infect Quinn. Every sign of fear or reluctance from him excites me. Makes me hard and increases my determination to make him mine to spread my disease into his body. I don't want to hurt him but I can't stop myself its like this is how its supposed to be. I've become a puppet to my desire and my virus and Quinn is the target of both. Even as I think these thoughts, my still mostly hard cock is still lodged up deep inside his body. Even though I'm not actually pumping him full of my seed, I know I'm still dripping toxic DNA into his gut. "Quinn, hon you'll be ok. I promise I'll take care of you." "How can you say I'm going to be ok?" He suddenly rolls to the side, dislodging my cock from his ass. "I'm going to get sick and then mom will take me to the clinic like she does every time I get sick and she'll find out. She'll kick me out and I wont be able to finish school. I'll be infected so no one will want me. I'll starve and stay stupid!" Quinn is practically yelling as he's pacing in front of my bed. "I know I can go to the hospital now and tell them to give me something. I've heard about it. They can give you something to stop you from getting infected if you get to them soon enough." Then he walks towards my bathroom. I get out of bed and follow Quinn. When I get to the bathroom he's standing in front of the wall to wall counter staring at himself in the mirror. Tears are rolling down his gorgeous face and he's trembling, yet he has a determined look set on his face. I come up behind him and wrap my arms around him, he stiffens up but doesn't make any move to pull away. I pull his back tightly against my chest, my still hard cock is sandwiched between his cheeks, and I bring my lips to his ear. He starts to turn his head but I have his earlobe between my teeth. His head stops turning, I look up and he's into the mirror at me. He's staring me in the eye and I'm staring right back. I can see the panic, fear and determination in his eyes and the beast inside me rises up again. My hands on his chest start to rub his nipples, my tongue slides gently across his ear and I grind my hard cock between his cheeks. His stance softens slightly, a flash of desire crosses his face but then he tightens up again and he gets a determined look at his face again but still doesn't pull away. "Baby, has anyone ever treated you like I do?" I whisper in his ear, exhaling warm air across his ear. "No" and he trembles but I'm not sure if its fear or desire. "Has anyone ever cared how you feel?" A gently tweak to his nipples. "No" and he leans into my chest. "Has anyone, EVER, made love to you" and I bend my knee's slightly and bump my cock head gently against the opening to his soul. "NO" and gently slides his ass over the head of my cock. "Please Jason, make love to me again, just...please take care of me." The first part was said in passion the second in hope but no sweeter words where never uttered from his lips. The monster inside me roars and I slide my cock deeper into his ass. This is mine! He puts his arms around his head and grabs my hair as he turns is face and starts kissing me. Its full of passion and surrender. He is giving himself completely to me and this time he knows the stakes. He know's I'm going to fill him up with my cum, my seed, my virus and he know's he's going to be sick and he knows that he will forever be mine. I start to pull out ever so slowly, teasing him, reassuring him. I let me cock slide out and rest against his opening for a split second then push back in as far as my crown, and then out again. Giving him short slow jabs that I know will drive him crazy. This is his reward, this is what he deserves for surrendering to me. I'm making love to him and I'm going to claim him. I turn us sideways so he can see my cock going in and out of his ass. He gets to watch as I slide deeper into him, slowly so every inch is seen disappearing into him. I completely straighten my legs and he has to stand on him tiptoes as my cock is lifting him up and punching through his second ring. "OH MY GOD" Quinn gasps "No one's ever been that deep!" "No one ever will either" I whisper into his ear "you are mine now and I will take care of you." I bend my legs again as I start to slowly pull out and we both gasp as my cock exits his other opening. Quinn is starting to sweat and one of his hands has left my hair to slide over his monster cock. Precum and dribbled down the shaft and onto my counter. I look into the mirror and I see Quinn's eyes are close, his lips stretching for mine, one hand tangled in my hair and the other is wrapped around his cock. His back is arched as he's slamming his ass back into mine and there is a string of precum for his cock to my counter. In all my life I will never forget this image, when Quinn finally completely surrendered and was mine. My breath catches and I'm starting to pant the image is just to much even though I've already shot two loads. Quinn can feel my cock starting to expand and he know's whats coming. "NO!" and he jerks his ass off my cock and spins around to look at me. "Not like that." and he hoists himself up on my counter, hooks his heals into my ass and pulls me closer while his hand guides my cock back where it belongs. He reaches up and I know what he wants. I lean over and drive my cock in deep while wrapping my around under his back. Quinn has hooked his heals together behind my back and is pushing his ass onto my cock. Then his wrists entwine behind my neck and he looks me in the eyes, commanding "Jason, breed me. Make me yours forever." The roar starts in my head. Its like waves crashing against my skull. My hands move up his back and curl across his shoulders and I pull him as tight as I can onto my cock. My hips are pounding him, driving myself deeper and deeper into his ass. I can't feel the second sphincter snapping across my head making us both groan. "Fuck yes, Jason harder" Quinn is chanting and his hand is a blur as he is stroking his cock. I'm long dicking him hard and fast and deep, pounding myself into his very soul. The roaring in my head is not escaping my lips as I'm becoming caught up in my orgasm. I punch through his second opening one last time and my cock spits its venom as deep as it can. I put my full weight into it and pump every drop of seed into his beautiful ass. Changing him, making him mine. "Yes Jason poz me up, I need this, I need you!" as he shouts this is ass squeezes my cock like a vice and I can feel his cum hitting my chest. Spurt after spurt of pure clean seed is shooting across my chest and stomach dripping back down onto Quinn. Beautiful! I slide my hands back down across his back and lean forward and kiss my Quinn deeply, passionately, possessively, and I receive the same from him. No sudden remorse, no panic, no change of heart just full on devotion and love. He IS mine!

Colin Farrell- He can fuck my ass with a cigarette in one hand, a beer in the other. The ultimate bad boy!