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Part 24 - Hopes and Fears The gusts of wind pushed the rain horizontally feeling like pin pricks constantly hitting his face, no matter how good his coat was it could not compete with the rain falling so heavily and he could feel patches of his skin getting wet. The lightning and thunder came with more frequency, the thunder loud and rumbling across the dark sky. Charlie checked his watch, it was nearly 8pm or 1am in the UK. Tiredness overtaking him he wondered what the hell he was doing here, why he even had the urge to get on a flight and travel all this way. To do what? he asked himself. His thought distracted by the headlights of a car turning in to the driveway. The water pouring down the sleeve of his coat and running off his fingertips made him feel so cold, way out of his depth and regretting his action ready to bolt out of sight. His legs would not move and at the precise moment of no return he found himself frozen to the spot, he needed to play this out once and for all. Carrington could not make out who it was, he could see they obviously had prepared for the weather wearing the dark coat. Immediately he thought it was his ex again and was going to start pleading with him to get back together. At least one thing in his life never went away, maybe he was ready to restart this relationship but on a different playing field and new rules. Inside he was not in any fit state to even contemplate anything like this, he was upset and felt depressed even moody taking some of it out on Jose. Thankfully Jose was on top of this and knew the reason so took it with a pinch of salt, not only his Executive Assistant but also a friend he could confide in without judgement. The car moved slowly and the hooded figure turned to watch him pull up to the front. Carrington looked again but could not see who it was, it definitely looked like his ex and he banged the steering wheel knowing he didn't want this right now. Or maybe he was in the right frame of mind for a good old fashioned argument, grabbing his gym bag and opening the door he quickly exited running across to the porch. The hood moved and the face looked at him, Carrington registered the familiar face but failed to untangle in his head who it was in his moody state. Putting the key in the lock "Go home I don't want to see you" he said abruptly opening the door. "Carrington" Charlie spoke managing to find his voice, his body trembling from the cold rain. Carrington stopped and turned towards him "Charlie!" his voice going up an octave in surprise. He was completely frozen and recognised the wet face looking at him. Charlie pulled the hood down nervously, his hands shaking still dripping with water. The silence interrupted by bursts of heavy rain and thunder, they stood looking at each other. Charlie completely afraid and Carrington shocked to find him standing on his doorstep unable to believe what his eyes saw. "It's wet out here" Charlie said stating the obvious and trying to judge Carrington's reaction Carrington was completely lost for words "Yeah, it's raining" he replied staring at Charlie. "What are you doing here?" Carrington asked after another awkward silence. A drop of water ran down Charlie's face "I have no idea" he replied shaking. Charlie was beginning to feel deflated after expecting Carrington to sweep him off his feet in joy, what he was getting from him was the opposite. He couldn't tell what Carrington was feeling, Charlie didn't know that Carrington was still stumped and shocked by Charlie's appearance out of the blue and he couldn't think or make any sense of it. Now it was Charlie's turn to feel the rejection, seeing the self assured Carrington lost for words stirred a feeling within Charlie. He was a man, but crazy as it was Charlie couldn't suppress the feelings that Carrington had dug up and brought to the surface. Charlie stepped back "It was a mistake, I misjudged things, you" he said turning to leave. "You expect me to embrace you with open arms Charlie?" Carrington asked finding his voice. Charlie pulled the hood up "No, wanted you to" he admitted with his voice trailing off. Charlie walked away passing the car and slowly walking down the driveway in the pouring the rain. Carrington pushed away all his confused thoughts and watched the one person he loved and wanted walking away. Impulsively he ran down the drive coming to a stop in front of Charlie. "I told you I will marry you and you doubted it" Carrington said smiling, "Now look at you". Charlie stared at him watching the rain trickling down his face "Are you in love with me?". Carrington nodded "You know I am Charlie. Why? Who knows, it happened and I want you". Carrington stepped forward and raised his hands lowering the hood, he saw a glint in Charlie's eyes and he smiled briefly. Carrington gazed at him moving his face forward until their lips touched. Carrington felt Charlie respond to his kiss, and quickly he wrapped his arms around Charlie and lifted him off the ground carrying him back to the house. Carrington put him down and closed the front door and started taking his wet clothes off. Charlie was still trembling but more from nerves and wondering what the future would now hold, right now he could only see in to the next few minutes and everything hinged on if he could do this. Carrington handed Charlie a towel "I am never going to let you go Charlie" he said undressing. Charlie dried his face "I know" he replied holding the towel against his face. Carrington smiled. "I have put everything on hold to find you" Charlie said, "Even the navy". Carrington wiped his face "You broke a bit of my heart every time I was in England" he said. Charlie ran his hand across Carrington's cheek and chin "I will fix it" he said softly. Carrington smiled and looked at Charlie's hand "Technically we are still engaged" he laughed. "Slow down" Charlie said, "I am still thrown by all this, confused but drawn here" he exclaimed. "You do know Charlie" Carrington replied, "I know you feel this between us" he said confidently. Charlie nodded causing water to trickle down his face "I had to find you, find out for real". The storm raged on shorting the power to the neighbourhood "Usually happens" Carrington said. He felt Charlie's body "You need a hot bath" Carrington said. "Carrington, I don't know how to do this with a man" Charlie spoke quiet and timidly. Carrington kissed him "One step at a time, there is no rush now I have you" he replied. Carrington took Charlie upstairs through the darkness in to the bedroom and then bathroom, he quickly found some candles and ran the bath and left Charlie to get himself warmed up. Carrington fetched a bottle of wine and two glasses along with several more candles then returned to the bathroom and sat on the floor next to the bath, lighting the candles and spreading them out then handing Charlie a glass of wine. They sat for several hours whilst Charlie soaked in the hot water, one hand on the side of the bath his fingers entwinned with Carrington's. In many ways it was the biggest decision Charlie had faced, getting Serena to be his girlfriend was easy and less daunting. This was a step in the other direction he never saw coming, but the interestingly sexy American man that sat mostly naked by his side had thrown him into chaos. In a strange turn of emotional thinking that brought clarity was Conrad, he knew what his twin would do in this situation, in fact he had done. Thinking about Conrad lifted his spirits and confidence and in a way he was able to see Carrington in a different light, as sure as the rain was wet an instinct in his head and heart told him it has always been there, his ability to love a man. It wasn't going to be any man just this one. Carrington topped Charlie's glass up and smiled at the young man who had stopped trembling. "I can't believe you flew all the way here" Carrington said softly leaving back against the wall. Charlie rolled his head to face Carrington "I felt so guilty" he said. Carrington cock his head to one side "About what?" he asked rubbing Charlie's fingers. "The way I behaved to you at the wedding" Charlie replied, "I'm sorry, I freaked out". Carrington smiled "Figured it was having your family around" he suggested. Charlie nodded "That and I was unsure what you would do in public to me" he confessed. "You are going to have to face up to me showering you with love in public" Carrington said. Charlie rested his head back against the towel cushioning his head "I might let you". Carrington laughed "Cocky little thing aren't you" he said, "Dam I love you Charlie". Carrington sat there and watched Charlie who kept nodding off, the power was returned and he helped Charlie dry off and put him to bed. Feeling lightheaded Carrington realised the whole turn of events this evening meant he had forgotten to eat and had been drinking wine. He climbed in to bed turning the light off laying next to Charlie he refrained from touching him for the moment understanding that he was probably emotionally wrecked and shattered. He turned to look at Charlie and smiled knowing if one person could make him happy he was lying in bed with him right now. Carrington picked up his phone and sent a brief text to Simon telling him Charlie was in Atlanta with him and okay. He guessed that Charlie probably hadn't told anyone what he was doing and they might panic come morning. Carrington laid in bed watching the lightning still streaking through the sky, the rain had all but stopped. Charlie mumbled turning over to face Carrington cuddling up to him, his hand running softly up along Carrington's chest coming to a stop by his neck. Carrington slipped an arm under Charlie's neck cradling his head, he snuggled closer to Carrington, his breathing steady and hypnotically calm easing Carrington in to a deep sleep. Simon walked down the stairs reading the text from Sean the Carrington's, he stopped halfway down the stairs scratching his head and smiling unable to believe what he was reading. Crafty bugger he thought to himself. Walking in to the dining room Conrad and Harry were there having an early breakfast before they left for Sardinia and their honeymoon. "Morning" Conrad called out, "Have you seen Charlie thought he would have been here" he said. "Morning and no" Simon replied sitting down, "He is not in the country" he said. Conrad sat up "What?" he said sounding shocked. Simon smiled "He went to find his true love" he replied chuckling. Conrad looked confused then gradually smiled "He went to Atlanta didn't he?" he asked. Simon nodded "I had a message from Carrington, everything appears to be fine". "More than fine I think Simon" Conrad said staring off, "In fact I know he is". Harry poked Conrad in the side "Come on psychic husband we got two weeks of sex to get done". Felix stood at the dining room door tapping his watch, they said good bye to Simon and headed off with Felix to the airport. Simon finished his breakfast then went up to change for his 10am meeting, Moham was flying in with Simon's solicitors. It was time to change his will that he hadn't been able to face since Jack's passing. The complexity and nature of it meant a drawn out meeting and Moham as usual co-signing it as his executor and power of attorney until it was read in the event of anything happening. Despite his conversation with Sean over his wealth he intended on leaving something to Sean only if he stayed with him for five or more years from the date of writing the new will. Simon was still making notes when the troop of solicitors and Moham arrived at the manor. The sight was enough to stir Jamal from his weeding the front courtyard of the manor, chuckling he thought it looked very dubious all these suited men exiting their posh cars. Simon looked over and Jamal smiling and waving to him then made a mental note to remember him as well. Carrington walked in to the bedroom and placed a mug of coffee down on the table by Charlie, he stood looking at him unable to believe he was here laying in his bed miles from home. He smiled knowing the courage and fight Charlie must have gone through to make this decision, then spending eight hours on a plane with no idea what was going to happen. Charlie stirred and the smell of the pillow under his nose was somehow different, not like home. Rolling on to his back pulling the sheet with him and finding himself looking up at Carrington, slipping his hand under the sheet discovering he was naked and growing. Standing there in his briefs Carrington looked more sexy than ever in his eyes. The feeling of a switch being moved in to the right place washed through his body. The nervousness showing in his eyes was clear to Carrington, the look of someone who wanted love without a clue of what to do with another man. Carrington smiled and sat on the bed close to Charlie. "Did you sleep alright?" Carrington asked handing him the cup of coffee. Charlie nodded and took the mug "Thanks" he said in a sweet soft tone. He took a sip of coffee, "I really made a mess of things" Charlie said, "And inconvenienced you". Carrington chuckled "I never imagined you would come looking for me Charlie". "Neither did I" Charlie replied unable to look him in the eye. Carrington leaned forward and gently kissed him on the mouth "I am so happy you did". Charlie moaned softly and opened his eyes "Kiss me again" he asked quietly. Carrington took the the mug from Charlie and placed a finger under his chin caressing him slowly and looking in to his eyes, their mouths coming together seamlessly parted and kissed, from gently touches to sensual to intentional, little by little flickering tongues touching their lips locking together. Gradually Carrington felt Charlie take over the kissing, his hand running along Carrington's arm and flexing his bicep resulting in a happy sound from Charlie. Careful not to push Charlie to quickly Carrington pulled back from the kiss and placed his arms around Charlie hugging him closely feeling his body. "Pass my trousers over please" Charlie said. Carrington looked a little confused retrieving them. Charlie produced the make shift ring. "You still have it" Carrington exclaimed in surprise. Charlie nodded and placed it on Carrington's finger "Since we are still engaged" he said nervously. Carrington laughed and kissed him "Right we need to get you all gayed up" he said smiling. "Fuck off" Charlie replied slapping Carrington on the arm and kissing him back. "Seriously we have to get up, I have work to do" Carrington said handing Charlie his coffee. Charlie nodded "I will go hang out at a coffee shop" he said. "Hell no" Carrington replied looking at him, "You are coming to work with me". "I didn't bring much with me" Charlie said pointing to his ruck sack. Carrington laughed "I will send Jose and you to the mall to get some clothes and gym wear". "Gym wear?" Charlie said stretching in bed. "Yeah I go to the gym after work" Carrington replied, "I have to show you off". "Show me up more like" Charlie said pulling the sheet up. Carrington glanced at him smirking. "What is the matter?" Carrington asked, "I know your naked I had a good feel last night". Charlie blushed covering his head with the sheet "Pervert" he said muffled by the sheet. By the time Charlie removed the sheet he could hear Carrington in the bathroom and getting in to the shower. He sat there in bed nursing his mug of coffee in a quiet and seemingly very happy place. Forming his own destiny and frightened by his own actions, he didn't feel gay at all but then Carrington didn't look gay either. He shook his thoughts away and listened to Carrington showering then calling out to him to take a shower. Charlie returned to the bedroom and Carrington had found some clothes for him to wear. They hung a little baggy on Charlie having a smaller frame but you would never have known they were not his clothes. "When do you go back?" Carrington asked buttoning his shirt up. Charlie sat on the bed and looked at him "when my ship is ready to sail" he replied. "I thought you put your military thing on hold" Carrington replied slipping his shoes on. Charlie shrugged "You really think I am thinking straight?" he asked making Carrington chuckle. "What do you think I should do?" Charlie asked putting his trainers on. Carrington smiled "I like the idea of a military boyfriend" he replied winking. "Seriously!" Charlie said standing up, "Next you will want me parading around in uniform". "Kind of goes without saying" Carrington replied smirking at him. Carrington took Charlie's hand "They want me to run the company in England" he said. Charlie raised an eyebrow "You mean move there?" he asked. Carrington nodded. "I will only do it on one condition and that is you" Carrington said making no bones about it. "But I will be away for months at a time" Charlie replied seeing the gravity of the situation for the first time. Carrington kissed him on the forehead "I know and I will have to adjust to that". "Not much of a relationship though if I am away" Charlie said sitting back down on the bed. Carrington sat next to him "I am not going to dictate your life". "Your not?" Charlie said looking at him. "No. You must be happy with your choices and they are what you want" Carrington said clearly. Charlie smiled "I will speak to my commanding officer next week see what options I have". "Excellent, so you will stay here for two weeks and fly back with me" Carrington stated. Charlie nodded. "Come on I will be late, oh wait I run the company" Carrington said laughing. It certainly wasn't how Charlie envisaged he would be spending his time, the whole thing was scary but at least he saw a friendly face with Jose when he got to the office with Carrington. Word about the English guy who had arrived to claim Carrington had already got around. Evelina the receptionist was telling everyone when they arrived for work. Every time the lift doors opened all eyes focused on it waiting to see who was occupying it. Carrington and Charlie exited the lift and Charlie noticed all the looks immediately. "Word has got around quickly this morning" Carrington said chuckling and glancing at Charlie. Jose came out of his office walking towards Charlie "Morning Charlie" he said smiling. "Morning" Charlie replied, his eyes shifting left to right noticing the stares. Jose laughed quietly "Don't worry the rumour mill went in to overdrive this morning thanks to Evelina". Charlie was glad to be inside the sanctuary of Carrington's office away from the prying eyes, he sat on the small sofa by the coffee table texting with Conrad who was now firing questions at him in rapid succession. Charlie giggled after a while knowing that Harry must have got hold of Conrad's phone and was sending him pictures over of his arse. Charlie burst out laughing seeing the latest the photo, Carrington looked over smiling in Charlie's direction then stood up and walked over. "What is so funny?" Carrington asked pouring a coffee and joining him on the sofa. "This" Charlie said showing Carrington the photo. Carrington looked carefully at the photo "I have fucked that arse" he said, "Harry's for sure". Charlie looked at him "How the hell did you know that was Harry?" he asked. Carrington laughed "When you have touched it as much as I have you know" he said. "Doesn't bear thinking about" Charlie said sounding shocked and amused, "How was it?". Carrington smiled "Amazing, so is Conrad's" he said. Charlie made pretend vomiting sounds. He looked at Carrington "Will you carry on doing it with them?" he asked curiously. "I don't know" Carrington replied looking at him, "I mean they are fun in bed, but it depends on us". "So you make me feel guilty taking away the pleasure of my twin and his husband" Charlie said smirking. "Absolutely, I am so guilt tripping you" Carrington replied kissing Charlie, "Harry would love sex with you". Charlie chuckled "That is so outrageous" he replied then going quiet contemplating. Carrington laughed "You are already thinking about it" he said rubbing Charlie's head. Charlie sat opened mouth then laughed "Not thinking, visually doing it" he admitted. Jose walked in to the office "The figures you asked for" he said, "Hope your not sexting!". Jose walked over and Charlie showed him the photo "Dam you are" Jose said screwing his face. "Do you not like a bit of arse?" Charlie asked grinning at him. "Hell no" Jose replied looking shocked, "What ever gave you that impression?" he asked. Carrington put his arm around Charlie's shoulder "Jose is straight" he said using air quotes. Jose rolled his eyes "I have a girlfriend Charlie" he replied, "And fuck off with your little quotes knobhead". Charlie chuckled "So did I now I have a boyfriend" he said very openly. "Wow" Carrington said sitting up, "That is the first time you have called me your boyfriend". Charlie blushed and thought quick on his feet "Who said it was you?" he replied looking serious. Carrington sat back "It better be or there will be trouble" he said strongly emphasising the words. Jose put the report on Carrington's desk "Charlie I have to take you shopping apparently". Carrington handed Charlie his credit card "Buy what you need" he said standing up. Jose grabbed the credit card "Yes, come on let's buy lots of expensive clothes". "And what be indebted to him forever" Charlie replied standing up and laughing. Jose waved a hand "He is made of money, surely you must have noticed his house" he said casually. The thought had never crossed his mind but then he didn't actually see much of the house or pay attention due to his tiredness. Charlie left the building with Jose and they spent several hours chatting and buying some gym wear, Jose making him buy the tightest lycra shorts the accentuated every inch of his crotch and arse. Charlie told him off for trying to gay him up but Jose ignored him and continued. The tight work out top may have been a step too far until Jose put him in front of the mirror. Charlie hardly recognised himself and turning to the side he clearly saw how pert his arse looked and how big the shorts made his package look, his body was what he couldn't believe. Having never worn anything so tight he could see the muscles in his arms under the fabric, Jose stood there shaking his head 'So fucking gay' he said making Charlie laugh. Grabbing a few casual shirts, shorts and trainers they headed back to the office where Charlie waited amusing himself until Carrington finished just before 5pm. They drove to the gym and straight away Charlie noticed that it was mostly men and smelt very differently from his usual gym, immediately he knew this must be a gay gym and sure enough several men walked out of the work out area to get showered, each one muscled and openly talking about sex and bitching about other men. Carrington put his arm on Charlie's shoulder in a gesture not to be worried. Embarrassingly Charlie changed in to his shorts and Carrington couldn't resist running his hand over Charlie's arse. "Hey!" Charlie exclaimed timidly and blushing. Carrington smiled "Dam you look so sexy" he replied as the door opened. "Look but don't touch" Charlie stated, "They are new" he said then chuckled. Carrington smiled "My prize possession" he said licking Charlie's ear. The tall Latino who walked in smiled, Enrique greeted Carrington with a quick hug and then went about getting changed. Carrington explaining to Charlie that being his regular gym he knew a few of the regulars. Enrique sat there watching Charlie with a devilish grin on his face, soon realising the cute young lad was here with Carrington. Enrique finished putting on his trainers and grabbed a towel then looked at Carrington and nodded towards Charlie giving him a thumbs up and big smile. Carrington handed Charlie a towel guiding him to the workout area. "What do you want to do first?" Carrington asked. Charlie looked around at the numerous men working out "Weights" he replied. "Okay, I will spot you" Carrington said putting his towel down. "No" Charlie replied placing his towel down, "I can't concentrate with you looking at me". Carrington chuckled "Yeah I know" he replied remembering their day at the manor gym. "I will run for half an hour then we can swap" Carrington offered. Charlie smiled "Sounds good mate" he said, his accent and voice catching the interest of a several men nearby. Carrington chuckled and slapped his arse "Man that is so straight". Charlie changed the weights over and settled on the bench glancing around at the other occupied weight benches near him. The men all pressing weights but clearly watching Charlie and then acknowledging him, Charlie settled and began pressing and the guy closest to him stated talking and hinting that he new Charlie was British. Being polite Charlie engaged in conversation and occasionally looked over to Carrington who was already building up a sweat running. Joey walked in to the work out area and spotted Carrington straight away and made his way over to the running machined next to his. "I saw your car here" Joey said setting the speed on his machine. Carrington shook his head trying to avoid looking at him "Yup, that's because I am here". "Ooh sarcasim" Joey replied smirking, "You must be in a mood and need to fuck it out". Carrington looked at him "Yeah but not with you" he replied focusing ahead. "You say that now but I know you still love me" Joey said smiling and stopping his machine. Charlie saw the way Carrington shook his head with this other guy who looked like he clearly had a thing for his boyfriend and was badgering him. One thing he could tell already with Carrington was when something upset him or got on his nerves. Well he did it at the wedding so knew the signs, seeing this man being overly friendly actually bothered Charlie and his flirting clearly unwelcome by Carrington. Charlie put his weights back and sat up watching them. Despite Carrington brushing Joey off he was persistent and showing no signs of leaving Carrington alone. Carrington stopped running "Joey stop it, what happened a way back was a mistake". Joey moved closer to Carrington "Didn't feel like it, we belong together Carrington" he said. Carrington shook his head "No, end of story Joey, anyway I have someone else now" he replied. Joey laughed "The ever so picky Carrington" he said now being sarcastic. Carrington turned to him "Get away from me or I will punch you in to the wall". Joey smirked "Now that is the Carrington I like, the rough street version". Charlie stood up and wobbled a little on his legs briefly grabbing his towel, fury burning in his body at this person upsetting his man. Purposefully striding across the gym then standing behind Joey and wiping his face. "Excuse me are you using this machine?" Charlie asked politely controlling his annoyance. Joey turned to Charlie "Yes so prance off fairy" he replied looking him up and down smirking. Joey turned back to Carrington "Dam cute Brit" he said. "Excuse me!" Charlie replied pushing Joey on the shoulder, "Who are you calling fairy?". Joey turned again to Charlie "I will deal with you later in the shower" he said grinning and winking at Charlie. Carrington chuckled "Joey meet my boyfriend and fiancé Charlie" he said proudly. "Er what?" Joey replied looking at Charlie then Carrington, "Fiancé?" he asked. Charlie walked around Joey and stood in front of Carrington then ran his hand up along the sweaty arm, Carrington leaned forward and kissed Charlie on the mouth several times. Strangely Charlie did not feel embarrassed kissing Carrington in public, the sensation was incredible and Charlie felt like it was his initiation and way of showing that he was ready to be with Carrington. Joey took a couple of steps backwards seeing the intent in Carrington's eyes focusing on Charlie. Carrington smiled at Charlie "This is my ex boyfriend Charlie" he said nodding to Joey. "Fiancé!" Joey scoffed looking at Carrington, "It will never work, your money gets in the way" he said sauntering off. "Wow!" Charlie said quietly, "That is one jealous ex you have there". Carrington leant over the running machine "Gold digger more like" he said looking a little angry. Charlie looked at Carrington "Are you really rich then?" he asked confused having heard this twice today. Carrington shrugged "Not personally" he said, "This is a discussion for another time Charlie". The rest of their workout went without any further interruptions from Joey, he busied himself talking to another man frequently glancing over at them. Noticing that Carrington behaved entirely differently towards Charlie, his attention seemed purely focused on him and he could see why. The smooth slightly tanned skin of Charlie, the mousy blond hair, the tight but generously muscular build and his accent simply made him a catch. That and he didn't give off any kind of interest in the men surrounding him unlike most of the gay men in here. Carrington and Joey were not the only ones focused on him, every time a machine came free next to Charlie someone quickly grabbed it and started engaging Charlie in conversation. In one quick hours workout in the gym Charlie had his eyes opened wide, receiving numerous offers from men all wanting to give their number and take him home was turning in to quite the revelation. The short drive back to Carrington's home was long enough for Charlie to get a little nervous, his mind already made up that tonight he wanted to move things up with Carrington. Of course he was bolstered by the attention he got in the gym and didn't even mind it. With the car pulling up to the house Charlie studied it more closely, the vast grounds surrounding it and the size of it, almost comparable to the manor on Hibiscus drive. It was late at the manor was deathly quiet, Simon sat in the library going through the details of his amended will and made one small change. It was important to him that he would leave things tidy and more so that it was incontestable in any form. The group of solicitors and Moham would return in a couple of days for the formal signing and witnessing locking it down airtight and Moham taking on the role as power of attorney until it's reading. Closing the folder he sat there and chuckled to himself remembering the money that Jack had left Conrad. Most people would have gone on a spending spree, but Conrad just shrugged his shoulders and got on with life. The only purchase he made was number 8, that made perfect sense and a clever decision he thought. His video calling rang on his phone and checking the time he knew who it was without even needing to look, regular as clockwork Sean's smiling face appeared on the screen.

So I did my first motel load taking gig a couple nites ago. I only took 6 loads, small potatoes by some standards, but it was fun. All the guys were from Grindr. I set up a separate account. First guy came by about 4:30pm after I checked in. I was on all fours in a darkened room. He pumped in me for a couple of minutes then left a huge load. he told me that he had big loads. I never looked back to see him, so his load was pretty anonymous. When he left I wanted to see if he was right. His load was enormous, I couldn't believe how much cum he pumped in me. Next guy came and dumped a load, then a bit of time and a cute 22yo walked in and within about a minute dropped a load in me. He had a great ass which i had to play with a bit. Two more guys came over at the same time, one watched while the other fucked and bred me. The second one said he wanted to fuck a newly bred hole so he jumped right in and unloaded in a couple of minutes. A few more and the evening was over, but it was a great experience for a first time trying it.

Chapter 6: a game of Tug-of-War I was losing myself in Jason's kiss. His strong arms holding in place as his tongue danced along the roof of my mouth and I sucked it like I had sucked his cock earlier. My lust and chem scrambled mind pulling my attention back to my son's 9 inches still buried in my stretched and cum-slicked hole. I began to try to gyrate my ass around his beautiful pierced cock, causing him to break our kiss as let out a slow moan before moving back to begin licking and kissing my ear as he softly whispered to me, “damn Dad, you really love that poison cock in your slut-hole, don't you?” “Oh yeah baby, I want you to breed me and stay here forever” I replied as I began to change my movements to slowly increase the length of his dick I was fucking myself on, trying to start another round before Jason pulled me against him so tightly I couldn't move and softly whispered the order into my ear, “Hold still a second daddy”. I thought he might still be to sensitive from just cumming again, but as his muscles began to flex around me and I felt the “fullness” of my hole begin to increase as he began to unload his slampiss into my hole. I felt the fullness in my ass increase as he began to fill my hole with his slam piss. As his stream was letting up and his muscles began to relax around me, my chest grew tight as my pulse rapidly pulsed in my ears. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...” I began to mumble in between a few light coughs as my vision blurred and I began to try to scratch the itch in my hole against the large cock barely keeping his secondhand chems in my stretched out ass. I felt like my body was just there as a “support system” for my hole and my only purpose was to fuck myself on my son's cock. “Mmmm, hold up dad, I want you to keep that in you longer” Jason said as he held me in place against his muscle god frame again. I held for a second, before my ass resumed control of my brain, forcing me to try to slide against his rippling muscles and try to suck him into me through my ass. “Not yet” he barked, before flexing his muscles around me again and drupping his entire weight onto me, pinning me into the wet bed. The chems from his last slam still adding to my buzz through his chempiss as it radiated heat through my body from the point where we were “fused” into one. The heat from is body radiating through me as his ripped arms held my body tight against his, and his muscular legs pinned mine under him. His thighs pressing my ass cheeks together, trying to hold more of his chem piss in my hole. The mix of sensations from my muscle god son dominating my body with his strength as his toxic fluids burned their way through my soul was too much and I began to convulse against him as wave after orgasmic wave washed over me. My shriveled party dick momentarily stopped leaking precum to shoot round after round of Matt & Jason's little brothers into the mattress and I let out a crude symphony of grunts and lustful cries as the ability to make words escaped me. “Its so hot that you are getting off from my piss dad” Jason said without easing his full body grip of me. I tried to reply but all that came out was whorish whimpers in between breaths as my limbs slowly began to stop twitching from my full body orgasm. Between the T rush from Jason's “secondhand slam” and the post orgasm waves of bliss, I was panting and lost in the feelings as I tried babbling, “thank you, I love you” again and again, but all I managed was a jumbled mess of grunts and at best, half the words barely understandable as I tried to squirm to press myself harder against Jason's body above me. “Fuck Dad, you are such a cockhungry slut, guess I know where I get it” Jason said before letting out a loud and low moan, the vibrations of which I could feel through his massive chest pressed tightly against my back. “I wanna try something” Jason said, finally releasing his grip to reach over and grab one of my larger plugs. “Raise your ass!” he said as he began lifting my ass up from the fuck-swamp we had created and pulling me back to all fours. “Face down and try to raise your ass more, I don't want any more to leak out than necessary when I pull out” Jason ordered, but I was still lost in the feeling, so he kindly but firmly began pushing and pulling my body around like a rag doll, until he eventually maneuvered us to the end of the bed. As he lowered my face against the refreshingly cool floor with my legs still on the bed and my hole pointed to the ceiling, he finally pulled out and shoved the fat butt-plug into my hole to keep his chempiss doing its thing in my hole. “I am going to grab something, be right back” Jason said before walking back towards the living room where this had all began and while I partially heard him moving around and looking for something, I was lost in the new sensations of the cold air as it rushed across my sweat drenched skin. The cold felt amazing and I lost track of time before Jason eventually returned to find me in the same spot and basic position he had left me in ,only now I was also pinching my nipples and moaning again as my swollen ass lips puckered in and out around the massive plug stretching my still chempiss filled hole. “Damn dad, you must have NO tolerance to be this much of a spun out meth slut already” Jason said before I heard him drop a heavy bag onto the bed before I felt his strong hands on my ass cheeks. He played with the plug in my hole for a few seconds before he stopped to pick me up and throw me back onto the mattress in front of him. He rolled me onto my back and lifted my legs to give him access to my hole again. My slut brain instinctively grabbing my legs to pull them towards my chest as Jason plucked the plug from my ass and dove his face into my ass to begin hungrily sucking and chugging the poz cum, blood, and chempiss from my battered hole while he eagerly moaned in satisfaction. “Fuck yeah son, eat my ass” I managed to say as he continued to suck and slurp away between my ample ass cheeks. His stubble scratching against the tender flesh around my hole as he ground his face in to try to get more. When he was satisfied he had gotten as much as he could, he pulled his head away, gave my ass a loud hard slap, and then let out an even louder belch before giggling and flopping down next to me. I turned to look at him and he was staring at me with eyes so dilated that I could only see black, and a big dopey smile. “I love you dad” he said before leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek, and leaving a wet spot from the coat of my ass slime that was still coating his face. He rolled over and grabbed some things from his bag... A loaded pipe, a torch, some rope, a disposable catheter, and a double dildo somehow even bigger than the one I had been sharing with his brother earlier. As Jason noticed me staring at the giant rubber dong, he said “We vac-pumped Matt's cock to get it even fatter, then used it to make a mold of his dick we used to make this” he said before handing it to me. As I held the wighty massive dong(s) in my hand, and looked over the bumps and veins in the rubber reproduction of my youngest son's massive cock, Jason fired up the torch and began to suck thick white smoke from his pipe. Every few hits, he would lean forward and kiss me to exhale his thick white clouds into me, further giving me the most intense second hand high of my life. During this, he had moved the massive cock towards my hole.. With all of the attention he had been paying to my ass, there was surprisingly little resistance as the rubber head slowly worked into the first few inches of my hole, stretching me even further as before as I writhed in enjoyment like the filthy slut I had become. Instead of fucking me with the dildo again, he moved my leg to pin the toy down, preventing it from moving in or out as he said “told that there” before he reached over to pick up the catheter. I tried to watch as best as I could as he began to snake inch after into past his piercing and down the inner length of his shaft. When he was satisfied with the amount he had inserted into himself, he took the other end of the tube and began to insert it into MY DICK! I laid there panting, as Jason slowly worked the second end of the catheter into my dick, until he was again satisfied before he pushed my leg aside and resumed pushing the monstrously thick toy into my hole. Before he had worked half of it into me, the pressure on my bladder forced me to start to piss. As the flow left my dick, it ran through the catheter and strait into Jason, who let out a “FUCK YEAH DAD”, only slightly slowing the rate he was pushing into my hole. I continued to lay there, helplessly dominated by wave after wave of sensation keeping me in a constant near orgasmic state, I could barely focus on Jason's movements as he positioned himself to take the other and of the double header just as his “little” brother had done with me earlier. This time though, when we had both reached the point where our fully stretched ass lips began to kiss, with the catheter still connecting us, dick to (Much larger) dick; he grabbed my balls and his and used the piece of rope to tie both of our sacks together, so that we couldn't pull away from each other more than a few inches at most. “OK Dad, Push and pull tug of war!” Jason Playfully said as he pulled his body away, giving our nuts an equally sharp tug before I he flexed his muscles and used his ass to push out the dildo into mine as I felt heat radiate from the catheter tube in my dick and pressure increase in my bladder as he that back into me as well. He relaxed and pushed back against me as the pressure inside me was slightly let up, but still raging, “Now your turn” Jason ordered as I pushed out and felt that incredible relief from easing the pressure as I pushed the majority of chempiss and double header back into my oldest son. We continued this process for at least the next hour. Swinging back and forth between pressure and release as we pushed back and forth into each other. Sometimes we were bouncing back and forth against each other, giving our nuts a sharp painful tug before rushing back in to impale ourselves on the massive toy, with the wet sloppy sounds of our bodies only drowned out by our random moans and whimpers. Other times, we were both pulling away from each other as hard as we could, each trying to get the other to admit defeat in the twisted little game we had found ourselves playing. As we continued to fuck ourselves against each other in our wet bed like the pigs selves we were, The amount of piss slowly becoming too much for us to pass back and forth, Jason used his muscular legs to push his body again and give me another sharp tug, as he used a free hand to grab the catheter tube and gave it a quick tug to pull it out of both of us. Since it didn't have anything to keep it in other than us holding it in place, it freely came out of both of us, somewhat propelled by the chaotic fountain of piss that began to shower over both of us as we both uncontrollably pissed over us. I felt his stream moving towards my face as I leaned forward to see him trying to aim his piss arc towards my mouth. I open up and manage to catch the end of his flow, which I eagerly gulped down before we both collapsed back onto our backs, and stared at the ceiling, still connected via our sacks and asses. Jason continued playing with his hard dick and using the latest round of hot piss to add to the slickness coating his uncut meat, as he began working it back to it's fully rock hard state. “Guess that was kind of a draw” he said, “We are gonna have to come up with something else for a tie-breaker” The playfulness in his voice showing his competitive streak I knew to well (and was at least partially responsible for). I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I knew that when he used that tone, he had something “naughty” planned.

My palms were sweaty as I sat in my car. I had driven 8 hours to get there, but it wasn't too late to turn back. It wasn't too late to stop myself from doing something incredibly stupid and dangerous. It wasn't too late. But while my head was telling me the smart thing to do, my cock, that had been locked up for a month, and my ass, that had a plug up it, were telling me otherwise. Before common sense took over, I grabbed my bag and opened the car door. I had met him two months ago, online. I say him, because I didn't even know his name. This was the first of several stupid decisions. But that was part of the fantasy, anonymity. Not only did I not know his name, but I didn't know what he looked like, how old he was, or anything a sane person would know about someone they were going to relinquish every ounce of control to. And that made my dick hard. We had met in a fetish chatroom, and all I knew about him was his screen name, ControlingTop10. I had seen him in this room multiple times, but it wasn't until I said my darkest fantasy out loud that he sent me a message. "Are you serious boy?" I knew the game. Chat rooms are mostly there for people to jerk off. So I messaged him back. "Yes Sir, I am." "I can make it happen. How old?" "35 Sir." "Pics?" I sent him two pics. One of my torso, and one of my ass. I looked pretty good for 35. I wasn't a gym bunny, but I liked to run and bike, so my body was lean and tight. I had a nice lite covering of brown chest hair, but my ass was nice and smooth. "Looks good boy, Face?" Now, I don't normally send out face pics, but I was feeling frisky, so I sent him one. I'm not bad to look at. I have nice brown eyes and a beard that I keep trimmed short and brown hair that I also keep short. "Very nice. I have to go but I will Message you soon." And he was gone. I didn't think too much more about him, and didn't see him in the chat for a few days, so I figured he was a game player. Then I got another message. "You got a cam, boy?" "Yes Sir." "Turn it on and jerk off for me." We got connected and I stripped off my clothes. I was already hard. I liked to show off for guys. I had a pretty 6 inch cock, not that big, but on my 5' 9" frame it looked just right. I jerked myself while he watched. At least I think he was watching, he didn't say a word. I liked that. It felt like he was using me. After I shot a healthy load all over my chest and stomach he finally messaged. "Good boy. Be here same time next week, and wear a jockstrap." "Yes Sir." I thought about him all week, even though he was probably just someone getting his rocks off. But there I was, one week later in my jockstrap. "Good boy. You poz?" "No Sir, neg." "Does it matter?" "I won't have a choice, will I Sir?" "No, you won't." As he said those words, my hard cock throbbed and leaked precum. "Good boy. So, are you still serious?" "100% Sir." "Good boy. If this happens, you will come down here on Friday, so I can make sure you're here, and real, and it will take place Saturday night, but you won't leave until Monday morning. Can you do that?" "Yes Sir." "Good boy. Once you get here, you will stay in a cage until it's time. And you will be hooded and blindfolded. Do you agree to that?" I could very well be handing myself over to a murderer. But the danger of the unknown was part of the fantasy. "Yes Sir." My hard dick was soaking my jock in precum. "Good boy, now jerk off. And make it good." I put on a good show, playing with my nips, sucking on the wet jock, and shooting a bigger load than last time. "Good boy. Same time next week. Wear your jock and have a dildo." And he was gone. All week long my thoughts were about this man, this stranger I knew nothing about that I was going to give myself over to. And I jerked off every night, imagining what was going to happen to me and shooting huge loads. The next week, there I was in my jockstrap, dildo in hand. "Good boy. Now, give me your address. I am going to send you a package with instructions. You will follow these instructions, and if you fail, it's over. Do you agree to this?" I hesitated for a moment before I typed, "Yes Sir." "Good boy. Now, give me your address and give me a show." My heart was pounding in my chest as I gave this stranger my address, but my dick was drooling. Then I put on a show. I fucked myself with the dildo, on my back, facing the camera so that he could watch my face as I pounded my hole. I shot a load that hit me in the face. "Good boy. You will get a package tomorrow from FedEx. Be here next week." My mind was a blur the next day and I eagerly opened the package as soon as it arrived. Inside it were three dildos, each one increasing in size with various textures, a fat butt plug, three bottles of poppers, and a plastic cock cage. I grabbed the enclosed letter and read it. "Hello boy. First you will shave your cock and balls, then put on the cock cage and lock it with the plastic lock. Next you will send me two pics of it clearly showing the lock number. I had better recieve the pics before 8:00. If at any time over the next month you try to remove it, it will be over. When you meet me on the camera next, you will have taken your phone and set the alarm so that it goes off every five minutes in the infinity mode. The alarm will go off exactly five minutes after you appear on the cam, which will be 8:00 sharp. The reason for this is, you will hit a fresh bottle of poppers twice in each nostril, deep and long every time the alarm goes off. I will know it's a fresh bottle, because I sent three different kinds, and you will open them on cam. After you show me your locked up cock, so I know it wasn't tampered with, you will take the smallest of the three dildos and insert it in your ass. How long it takes is up to you. If you want to stretch yourself before hand, that's your choice, but the next part won't begin until the dildo is fully in you. So how many hits you've taken before its buried in you will be entirely in your hands. Once it is buried in you, you will face the camera and the next timer will start. For 30 minutes, you will ride the dildo. And by ride it I mean I want to see at least 4 inches of it come out of your ass before you slam yourself back down on it. Any time you stop riding it, even for a second, it's over. And you will be facing the camera so that I can be assured you're hitting the poppers as instructed. After 30 minutes, you will remove the dildo and display your hole for me. As far as the plug goes, you can wear it as much as you want, and I would suggest you do, but you WILL wear it on the entire ride down here. I will know you have it in because you will send me a short video every hour, on the hour. This video will pan from your plugged hole to the odometer in your car as proof. Oh, and I've marked it so I'll know it's the correct one the entire time. If you fail at anything, then it's over and your darkest fantasy will never come true. Sir" I looked at the dildos. The first one was probably 8 inches long and made to look like a man's cock, with thick veins running up and down it. The second one was probably 10 inches long with fat little nubs all over it. The third one scared me. It was at least 12 inches long, fat, and had a thick line that wrapped around it like a corkscrew. As much as could stretch my hole, I knew I would be having to stretch it out extra good in preparation for that. But that's what I wanted, to have my hole wrecked. My hands were trembling as I locked the cage.

just took a few loads outdoors in a cruise spot. met up with a guy who has fucked me there a few times who actually likes to get me on my back so he can literally fuck me "in the dirt". when I got there he was with another guy who I didn't recognise. we didn't say anything. I just pranced past them in my tiny shorts and took off my tan top n walked to the trail. they followed me in and I walked to the spot where he likes to fuck me. we actually passed by another guy on the way. still didn't say anything. I went to the spot and took off my shorts and got on my knees. the guys came up to me n pulled out their cocks.i sucked them both for a bit then got on my hands and knees on the ground. the regular slid his cock up my ass while the other guy stood there jerking off. the first guy fucked me for a few minutes and they tagged up so the random stranger slid his cock right in my ass and told the original guy "his hole feels amazing".he said "I told you it was nice." the guy said "when you told me he would be easy I didn't realise how easy you meant" the original guy said "I can't believe you've never fucked him before" and he said "I just moved here recently" they switched back and the regular told me to get on my back and spread my legs then got on top of me and literally fucked me into a pile of dirt and mud. while repeatedly spitting in my face. after he blew his load in me the other guy hocked a huge spit in my face then got me back on all 4s and fucked me doggy telling me the guy I was "literally a dirty whore". while he was fucking me, the guy we passed in the trail showed up and watched while jerking his cock. fairly old daddy but nice big dick. as soon as the guy fucking me came inside me, the new guy slid his cock in my ass and fucked me. the original guy pissed on my head while he fucked me and the guy shot his load in me in under a minute then they were all gone and I was alone in the piss drenched dirt naked, covered in piss with 3 mens loads dripping from my used hole. I wish my real daddy could see that lol I love how guys know they don't have to even ask to fuck me or if they need a condom cause I'm such a whore I will obviously let anyone fuck me bareback. still have no idea who the second guy was but I think the old guy has fucked me a few times before

I was grading papers in my office today when I got hit up on Growlr by a guy who I have talked to off and on for literally years. He always wants to talk about hooking up, but neither of us can host very often. I offered to take his load in my office, and he agreed. (I cleaned out before I left the house just in case.) He showed up about 45 minutes later. It was an unremarkable hookup, but his load is still in me.

3. Sling Sex "Now," Jon said, taking the glasses from each of us, "What were you thinking?" he asked Seth. "He's so cute and boyish," Seth said. Jon had dealt with the glasses, and was now right in front of me. I looked up at him. With the beard and eyeliner, he looked like a kindly old devil with seductive, dangerous ideas. I kissed Jon. Seth continued. "I knew the moment I saw him." "I think I know," Jon said, breaking off the kiss. "What?" I asked. I had know idea what they had planned for me. "Peter Pan," Seth said. I blushed. It wasn't the first time I had been accused of not quite growing up. I was about to protest, but Seth reached down, and pulled down my sweat pants. "Nice underwear," Jon said. "The blue looks good on you." "Too bad it has to come off," Seth said. He pushed it down, and my dick sprang free. "Hard already, huh?" I was staring at Jon, and he was smiling, waiting for my answer. "Yeah," I said, nodding. "Me too," Jon said. He reached down and pulled his sweats open. I looked down. His dick was as hard as mine was, but was nearly twice as big: both in length and girth. "It's going to be a fun night." Seth had disappeared for a moment, and I could feel the cool air against my ass. Jon reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks, before leaning in and kissing me again. "One more lost boy, needing a daddy?" he whispered in my ear. His breath was warm, yet I still shivered in excitement. "Please," I said. "Let's not rush it," he said. I heard Seth re-appear. "And I'm sure Seth wants to get you in costume first." I turned; he had random bits of fabric and leather draped over his arms, and was holding a pair of dark green suede boots. "Although you're plenty fine naked, let's get you dressed again," Seth said. He handed me a jock strap, and then a pair of green knee-high socks. After the socks, he helped me into the green boots. They fit surprisingly well, although I hadn't realized just how much of a heel they had. "Look," Seth said, as I stumbled slightly trying to walk in them. He pointed at a large mirror against one wall. In just a pair of green boots and a green jockstrap, I looked less like Peter Pan and more like a horny boy. "The boots make your ass look amazing." I turned slightly and looked. I had a small, but muscular ass. Framed by the jock, I hoped it made Jon and Seth want to fuck me. "One more thing," Jon said, as he came up behind me. "Hand above your head," he said. I put my hands above my head, and he worked a leather harness over them. The straps were warm against my skin, although the hardware was still a bit cold. I loved feeling Jon's fingers against my skin as he adjusted the straps, tightening the leather around my body. "That's perfect," he finally said. I looked again. The leather was deep hunter green, with black accents. It perfectly complimented the jockstrap and boots. "Yeah. That's really good," Seth said. "I'll say," Jon said. He looked at his watch. "Fuck," he said. "I've got to deal with my costume now." He turned back to me, grabbed the harness strap across my chest, and yanked me to him. He gave me a long kiss. "Don't worry. I've already got plans for you later." As soon as Jon released me, Seth grabbed the back of the harness, and pulled me back to him. He wrapped an arm around me, and I could feel his dick pressing against my exposed ass. Jon turned around at the door. He smiled. "Be good, boys," he said. "I'm sure Kenta is very good," Seth said. He rubbed his bulge against my ass. "Very good indeed," he whispered in to my ear, before turning me around. "We'll have plenty of time," Seth said. "And I've been looking forward to this for the entire week." We kissed again. Somehow, Seth seemed to take off his tank top without breaking our kiss. His sweats were the next thing to come off. Underneath, he had a black jockstrap, and his cock was straining against the pouch. We kissed again, as Seth rubbed his dick against me. I kept on trying to find reasons to be nervous or scared, but I couldn't. We were all adults, and we were all men. We were horny, but that was completely natural. Seth finally broke off the kiss. "How do you like it? The leather?" "It feels good. Warm. Strong." "You look good in it," Seth said. He stepped away, and took another look, carefully checking me out. I felt self-conscious, but I also loved being the object of his attention. "Very good," he said. He motioned me to follow him as he headed to the sling. "You ever been in a sling before?" he asked. "No," I said. "Want to try it?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. I felt warm, comfortable, and safe. There was no reason not to try it. "How do I do it?" "Just lean back, and sort of fall in," Seth said. He was standing in front of me, and as I tipped back, he grabbed my legs, spreading them wide. The leather was a bit cold at first, but it quickly warmed up next to my body. Seth put my legs into stirrups, so that my ass was spread open and completely exposed. "This feels good," I said. It did. I was on display, and I wanted Seth to take advantage of it. "Really good." "This is just the start." Seth knelt down, and pressed his face into my ass. He ran his tongue around the edge of my hole, and I thought I was going to die of pleasure. I tried not to squirm as he rimmed me, but the sensory overload was intense. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned, not really able to say much else. Seth seemed oblivious to my enjoyment, but just continued to eat me out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I continued. After only a minute of rimming, I realized that I had never been really fucked before. Everything else had just been practice, and this was the real thing. It was time to lose my virginity once more. Seth tortured me with his rimming for several more minutes. I was all but begging him to fuck me, but he kept on saying it would happen soon enough. Finally, he stood up. His dick was sticking straight up as well. It seemed impossibly big, yet I still needed it inside me. If it didn't destroy me, it was going to feel amazing. "I know what you want," he said. "You said you're on Prep?" he asked, once more even though we had texted about it. "Yeah." "Awesome," he said. He had found a tub of vaseline, and spread some over his cock. Another dab went into my hole. My ass clenched at that first penetration. But it was very easy to relax. It was like I was stoned, only better. "Yeah," he said. "That's the G. Feels good, doesn't it?" "Yeah," I said. "It does." "I love it." He slid a second finger into me. "I love having sex when I'm tripping on G." "It feels so good," I said. Between the drugs, the leather, and the fingers, my head was spinning. It could have been scary. But there was something about Seth and Jon that had made me feel safe. As Seth had told me in a message, with me taking prep, the worst would that I didn't have a good time. "Fuck me." "Hungry boy," Seth said. "That's fucking hot. Don't worry. You'll get what you need." He put a bit more of the vaseline on his fingers, and a pressed a three fingers into me. He rubbed my hole, trying to get me to relax. "So fucking turned on," I said. "I can tell. But it makes you so tight." He handed me a bottle of poppers. I had seen them online, but had never done it before. "You never done it?" he asked. "Just seen it online." "Hold it under your nose. Pinch the other nostril closed, and inhale. Just two or three seconds, then hold it for a bit." I did what he told me to do. The fumes from the bottle were chemical, but not scary. At first, I didn't think they had done anything. But then, the rush hit me. First, my head pounded a bit, but it wasn't at all unpleasant. Then the warmth went down my body, and I felt my asshole suddenly relax. "That's it boy. Let me in." His three fingers slid in all the way to the base, and they felt amazing. Yet, I was craving more. "Just right. Tight and hot and wet." He played with my ass as I got lost in the poppers headspace. I wanted him to fuck me, and I really wanted him to cum in me. Barebacking had seemed so dirty and dangerous when I had been in high school. But now, in college, as an adult, it was such a different thing. It was how Seth and I were always supposed to fuck. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Yeah. I think so," Seth said. He pulled his fingers out of me. My hole was twitching, hungry for something to fill it up. He lined his cock up with my hole, but then took the poppers from me, and did a long hit from it. "I'm used to them," he said, before taking an equally long drag through his other nostril. "Here," he said, and handed me the bottle and cap. His dickhead was hard and it felt like he was already dribbling pre-cum onto my hole. "Please," I muttered, before taking another hit from the brown bottle. This time, I took a few seconds, and did another hit in quick succession. Seth smiled at me, and as I screwed the cap back on, he pushed his dickhead into me. "Fuuuuck," he moaned, as he slowly slid his shaft into me. "Daaaaaamn," I grunted. His dick was filling me up. It had been a while since I had gotten fucked and he was just as big as he looked. But going slow wasn't an option for either of us. We needed both needed his cock deep in my guts. It was primal urge, and one that we were powerless against. "All the way," "Hell yeah," Seth said. The urge was irresistible, but that was the entire point. I wanted to get fucked, and Seth wanted to fuck me. It was the perfect alignment of our natural desires. "Almost all in," he grunted. "Sweet hole," he said as he started to thrust back and forth, opening me up and edging himself closer to orgasm. "Hot dick," I replied. He leaned in, pressing himself against me, and forcing his cock deep in my hole. He kissed me. "Fuck me," I said when he finally let me catch my breath. "Please." He kissed me again. It was long and deep, and I got lost. It was the sex that mattered, not the time. I wasn't sure if the kiss was just a few seconds, a few minutes, or maybe even an hour. "You're going to get a lot of dick tonight," Seth said. "And a lot of sperm. Enjoy it." We kissed again, as Seth slid his dick in and out of me. He wasn't the biggest cock I had taken, but I had never felt quite so open as when he was fucking me. The drugs were helping, but the lack of any barrier between Seth and myself was the biggest factor. I had heard bareback was amazing, but the stories didn't do it justice. "Don't stop," I said, clenching my ass around Seth's tool, trying to keep it inside me. "That's it," Seth said. "Milk my cock. Get me off." We kissed again. It was a long one, interrupted by only by one of us grunting in pleasure. I tried to keep up, but it was hard to think. All the sensations were overwhelming me: the sound of Seth grunting, the feel of Seth's dick in my ass, the scent of the leather and sweat in the room. It all screamed sex, and was driving me wild. "You want my load?" Seth finally moaned. "Fuck man. Please. Give it to me." I didn't have to worry about anything. I could take Seth's load. He could breed me, like a man should. "Cum in me." "Oh FUUUUUCK," Seth moaned, slamming his cock hard into my ass. Deep in my guts, practically in my stomach, I felt his dickhead flare, and a sudden jet of warmth into my body. "I'm CUUUUUMING," he moaned again, as his whole body shook, and there was another warm jet of sperm landing inside me. "CUUUUUUUMING," he moaned again. "Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me," I repeated, as he unloaded into my ass. It was hard to believe that something so sleazy and dirty felt so natural. "Fill me up." "YEEEEEAAAHH," Seth grunted again, as his body continued to shake. It took several more spurts before his balls were sufficiently drained. "Hell yeah," he finally said, as his mind cleared from the ecstatic fog of orgasm. "Fuck yes. I had been looking forward to that. And you do not disappoint." He leaned in and kissed me once more. His dick was still hard, nestled deep inside me. He was gently rocking me back and forth on the sling, using the motion to slowly fuck me against his dick. "That felt amazing," I finally said. "You cumming in me." "First time being bred?" he asked. He was still on top of me. He was warm and sweaty, and I felt safe underneath him. I nodded. "Glad it was me," he said. "Me too." We kissed again. There was no rush now. We could enjoy ourselves. "You feel so good." "That's bareback," Seth said. He slid his cock nearly out. He was impressively hard, and he then slid right back into me. "Nothing like a raw hole." Before he could really start fucking me, the door opened and Jon walked back in. He paused, staring at the tableau. "Fuck. That's what I like to see. My boys taking care of each other." "Hey," Seth said. He stood up, but managed to keep his cock in my ass. "What's up?" "Leo's here. Hoping you can take care of that?" "Yeah. Bring Kenta?" "Yeah. It'll be educational." "Very much," Seth said. He turned back to me. "You're gonna enjoy this."

Chapter 1: This is my first time writing a story, It is entirely fiction, but is loosely based off of a role-play session with another avid fan of this site. (feel free to skip the next two paragraphs of setup and jump to the good stuff) Hi, My name is Rick, and this is finally got the father-son bonds I didn't know I needed. I used to be a pretty muscular “dreamboat” back in my HS football days (6'3”, dark hair, blue eyes, and a broad muscular farmers frame), which let me get around as much as I wanted, but eventually resulted in a drunken three-way with my “beard” Barb and 9 months later my son Jason was born. we tried to give the domestic life thing a try, but it wasn't for either of us since we needing one or more other guys involved whenever we had sex (she was as much of a bottom slut as I am) and after a few years my second son Matt was born. Pretty sure he wasn't mine, but I was the only one of the 8 guys fucking us that night who could be tracked down afterward (But as he grew, he looked more and more like the “blond viking muscle god” with a 12” UC beercan cock who split his mom and me open the night Matt was conceived, kinda fitting since unlike me, neither of my boys were circumcised.). Around the time my oldest was starting high school, Barb met a rich black gentleman named Mike during another of out group sessions... Great guy, nice 8” cock and and a near insatiable sex drive, which is why I wasn't that surprised when they fell for each other, she divorced me, and they got married... but I was pretty broken up when they took the boys and moved over an hour away because he got an even better job... Barb and Mike made sure to keep me involved in my sons lives, and Mike made sure that none of them wanted for anything, so what kind of asshole would I be to try to break any of that up... which is probably why we drifted apart over time and I haven't even seen any of them in a few years. Cut to now, about a decade later, still single, still somehow neg, and at 45 I don't think I am much to look at these days; short dark hair, a big grizzly beard and a 5.5” cut cock I generously refer to as average... I passed dad bod a while ago and fully embraced the bear scene and the chub belly I had grown shortly after. I finally had saved up about 2 weeks vacation time from work that I had to use before it expired, but no real money to go on much of a trip anywhere, so I decided I would stay home, check with my weed dealer for anything above and beyond his normal “wares”, and take a nice Trip at home... He did not disappoint...a ounce of dank weed, 4 hits of molly, a 10 strip of Cid, and as a bonus (since he didn't want the risk of keeping it), a small bag with a few shards of T. I hadn't candy flipped in years but hadn't done T since before the boys were born... It is one thing I have no tolerance for, and even a little amount had me spun stupid, so it is where Barb had drawn the line. My vacation plans however were all about letting lose and hopefully getting fucked stupid so I while I was originally planning to trip balls and watch youtube. I was eager to see if T still had the same effects all these years later. (plus I had two-weeks, so why not?) My vacation started Friday morning, pretty standard stay-cation stuff... cleaned around the house, Posted a few quick connect ads, “Pressure wash” out my fuck-hole with the sure shot, put out the “good' sex toys... you know, the basics. I only got two different guys to respond to my ads. The first one ghosted and the second was a middle-aged middle eastern dude with an average body and a fairly thin 7” who shot two raw loads in my hole, BUT came and went in under 30 minutes so I was no where near satisfied (but at least I was well lubed). I smoked a few bowls of herb and debated what to do next... a molly and acid candy flip sounded tempting, but I hadn't done T in so long I couldn't resist. I didn't have a pipe for it though and I never could stand needles, so I went with the way I had done it the last time I had it, took one of the smaller pieces, and began working it into my cum filled ass. As it started to burn (forgot how much I liked that) I could feel my pulse quicken and I started breathing heavily and feeling an almost animalistic lust. I looked over at the sex toy collection I had layed out earlier, an assortment of dildos, plugs, and toys ranging from average sized to advanced fisting+ sized (with a few BDSM options in a bag just in case). I grabbed the smaller of my two double dildos (18” length, 6” around) and had worked almost half of it up my hole when it became clear to me that I “NEEDED” to try to find more guys who would fuck me so I went back to looking online for dick. I posted a new quick connect add, this time the chems clearly helping me let lose “Power bottom parTy bear, looking to get my ass fucked, filled, and fisted. BB only, neg and on prep here, w/s friendly”. (I know what I like) I had moved up from the double header to an 8” long 6.5 circ dildo when I got a response to my ad. Instinctively, I went to check the profile before seeing what he had to say... There were no face pics,only two fairly close up pics, one of his ass (muscled, perky, and perfect) and one of his 9” pierced uncut cock (YUM), which was about all I needed to see, but I skimmed the rest of his profile: 25, 6'1” brown hair, blue eyes, 38” waist 185 lbs, muscular (Woo-hoo); I looked down to his interests: BB, D/s, Fisting, sounding, W/S, raunch, role-play, groups, chubs, PNP, etc... (fucking jackpot)... so I eagerly went to read his message, “Hey there sexy daddy; saw your ad, and you sound just like the kind of parTy bottom slut I love, clear your schedule, I want to spend this weekend fucking, fisting, and filling your chempig hole”. My usual skepticism at a guy like that, wanting a weekend like that, with a guy like me was quickly dismissed as I replied with my phone and address before he quickly replied that he would be there in a little over an hour with the instructions “leave the door unlocked, put on a blindfold, and be waiting naked face-down ass-up, ready for his first load” fortunately, I had a relatively small house in the country with no nearby neighbors, so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me when he opened the door. I smoked another bowl of herb and moved some of they toys to the living room so I would be ready when he got there. I put some W/S gangbang porn on the TV, and was grinding my hole on my hole on my 6” circ. Plug when I got a text from a blocked number “under 5 away, be ready, door unlocked, BLINDFOLD ON”. A rush of excitement washed over me as I threw a blanket over the hardwood floors and got down on it on all fours with my ass pointed towards the door... (plug still in) before I tied a bandanna on as a blindfold, The next few minutes felt like hours, but soon I heard the door open and shut before the sounds of him kicking off his shoes against the door (just like my sons used to) and throwing his clothes on the floor before he slapped the plug in my hole and said (in an obviously fake deep voice) “Aw yeah daddy, I love when a bottom slut is stretched out and ready for this poz monster cock” Between his dick pick, interests, and the chems in my system I hadn't even checked his status... I wasn't an active chaser, but with prep and a lucky history, it wouldn't have been a deal-breaker for me anyway I thought as he spoke again, “slammed in your driveway, we are gonna have some fucking nasty fun slut” I heard the crinkle of plastic before he placed a hand on the plug in my hole and said “Push it out” (still in the fake deep voice). The plug game out with a plop, but was quickly replaced with his face as he dove in and began eating my hungry hole. This kid had an amazing tongue and with how hungrily he was trying to dig deeper into my big hairy bear ass, it was clear he hadn't lied on his profile about being into bears/chubs (FUCK YEAH). He pulled back and said, “mmm, you still have someone elses load in you slut, I love chemwhores like you that come pre-lubed”. He then slid two fingers in and as he began moving them around, I began to feel a burn I recognized from a few hours earlier... he was working more T into my hole! I couldn't stop myself from grinding back against his hand, or letting a low hungry moan as I felt it kicking in... I coughed and was breathing way heavier than before. Whatever he had was was stronger than what I did I thought as I heard “Point two shard in there slut, you are gonna be begging for my toxic loads all night, and plenty more where that came from” FUCK I thought, that is way too much for me I tried to say, but all that came out was a mumbled moan as he worked in the rest of his fingers and began scraping whatever hadn't dissolved yet against my prostate. I could feel my eyes roll back in my head as my ass hungrily tried to suck his hand into me. I don't think my hole has ever been this hungry. I wanted to beg for more but all I could manage was grunts and moans. He pulled his hand out after a few minutes (still way too soon) but I soon felt the head of his cock pressing against my stretched hungry hole. His dick looked big in his profile pic, and if he hadn't just had his hand in me, there is no way I would have been ready for the beercan thick cock he was slowly pushing into my hungry tweaked out manpussy, I felt what I thought was his PA until it started burning again and I felt another wave of hunger as he pushed in and ground his bush against my stretched out hole, leaned forward and said “Fuck you feel good daddy, I put a little more T under my foreskin because I want to make sure I scratch us both up and breed you good daddy” I moaned in agreement, I had given up on being on all fours at this point and had my face pressed to the floor as he began to pick up the pace. He went from slowly working whole 9 inches of his baseball bat dick all the way out till only his piercing was still in my hole before plunging the entire length back in one quick thrust, each time trying to hit another spot inside me. When he was confident he had gotten my hole ready, he began began to full on “hate fuck” my hole with enough force that he was actually pushing my big assed-chub/bear self across the floor. “You want my toxic load slut” he grunted “God yes sit, I replied” “Beg for it” he demanded “Please breed me sir, I need your strain, I want you to fill me with your poz cum so bad” (I may not have been a chaser, but I knew the lingo and have been around enough to know what he wanted to hear) He leaned in and wrapped his muscular arms around me as his pounding of my hungry hole took a more frantic pace, occasionally slapping my ass while letting out a “fuck yeah” each time dropping more and more of the “fake deep tone” from his voice, before hugged me close against him, and pulled my head back meet his to begin giving me deep (and hungry) kisses as his fucking slowed back down to pulling out slowly and then thrusting all the way back in as hard as he could until the thrust when he shoved as deep as he could, grinding his bush against my stretched hole as if he were trying to climb inside me before as he broke our kiss and let out a loud guttural yell as I felt his dick pulse and fill me with that hot wet familiar feeling I love. I was still flying and couldn't help but continue slowly fuck myself against his as the he stayed there, his sweaty muscular body grinding against mine. Instead of pulling out like I was expecting, he kept it lodged in my hole and began to let out a low moan as I felt a new warm feeling filling me even more before he said “aw yeah dad, take my slampiss”. this time without the fake deep voice... this time in a voice I recognized despite foggy mental state. he sounded just like my oldest boy Jason, I was still so spun I couldn't be sure, and the hot chempiss now filling my hole wasn't helping. All I could think of is how amazing this hung stud felt pressed against me and how I didn't want him to ever pull out of my hole... so of course he did. Before I could say anything to protest he flipped me over onto my back (damn he was strong) lifted my legs and shoved his dick back into my hole in one smooth motion. A lot of the chempiss he had just filled me with squirted out around his cock as he pushed back into my battered ass, getting it over both of us as he slowly began long-dicking me as it pooled around us. I couldn't think of anything other than how good his monster cock felt in me and how I didn't want it to stop. (damn his chempiss was strong) I couldn't control myself as I mumbled out, “please don't stop fucking me” “don't worry slut, I own this ass now and I am not gonna stop fucking you till we both drop” he replied. This time I knew I recognized the voice... he sounded exactly like my son Jason! I had to be sure so I tried to pull back my blindfold...he grabbed my hand to stop me at first, but then slowly pulled off the bandana as he kept fucking this mix of his poz cum and slampig chempiss out of my hole, the sloppy wet slapping the only other sound as my eyes began adjusting to finally see the man who was making my hole feel so good. I couldn't believe it, this had to be a hallucination. But as I looked up, I saw the face of my oldest son, Jason. I hadn't seen him in a long time, but I know my sons face. I knew he had a football player build the last time I seen him years ago, but even with the the sweaty muscular adonis he had become, I recognized my boy. I should have pulled away, I should have freaked out, I knew this was wrong, but my tina addled brain could only focus on how amazing the tree trunk he still had lodged in me felt. We both froze, staring into each others eyes with a mix of fear and lust but clearly neither of us wanting this feeling to stop. I continued breathing heavily and looking up my son as the sweat dripped from his nose. Without even thinking, my ass began to slowly move against him again. The fear faded from his face and he teared up a bit and let out muffled sniffle before saying, “I fucking love you dad” and lunching forward to begin frantically shoving his tongue into my mouth. Any thoughts of “wrong” vanished as I returned his intense kisses. Our tongues battling to try to taste more of the other, the clear lust and longing taking over as his thrusts began picking up again. Within minutes it was clear he was getting close to cumming again as he pulled back and his body tensed. His muscles glistening as he yelled out “FUCK YEAH DAD! I'm knocking up your hot fag pussy with my poz cock” He thrust in deep and held it there again, my wet sloppy ass spasming around his wrist thick cock as he pumped load after load of his venom deep inside me...before I could try to actually think about the implications of what he was saying, he leaned in and began kissing me again. He broke our lip long long enough to look me square in the eyes as he said, “I love you Dad” “I love you too Jason” I said before hugging him against me as tight as I could To Be Continued? (I have ideas)

I don't remember my first dick. there have been SO fuckin many, they're a blur. but I've sucked a cock SO big, it was almost too big, if that's a thing. its owner said it was 10.75 inches. I don't think he was lying... and it was FAT even in proportion to its length! mushroom dickhead like a tennis ball; I could not get my thumb and forefinger around the base. its owner was a fat, effeminate old retail queen who'd made Lindsey Graham or Leslie Jordan look butch... but I got on my knees and gayly slobbered on that knob on multiple occasions, including once in a mall restroom right out in the open, and whimpered if the old girl took it out of my mouth for half a second

CHAPTER 2 School went on as usual with the passing of months. In fact, it went on for over a year without my being able to prove or disprove what I had learned about the local Y. Memorial Day weekend was coming up, and my family was preparing for celebration by having all my aunts, uncles, cousins, and especially grandparents over for the weekend. There were tents and campers everywhere as well as the usual cots and pallets made up for sleeping. It all came off like all the previous Memorial Day weekends including our Sunday night of sitting around a bonfire with everyone staring into the flames. Per chance, I was sitting near two of my uncles who were comparing notes of how their companies were doing. I half listened until all of a sudden something wasn't sounding right. The topic no longer was their work. They were quietly talking about their memberships at the local YMCA. They spoke about having had a rough week of stress and had thoroughly enjoyed the workout that they had gotten playing basketball at the Y, swimming laps, and running the track. They hit the topics of who were good players on the pickup games, who had fouled whom, who had been out of bounds, and so on. Finally, I asked them about the Y membership. They told me that it was a full gym with a running track, weights, parallel bars, swimming pool, three basketball courts, three handball courts, showers, and steam room. They said that I could benefit from a membership by using the pool for practice instead of the ponds. I knew that such a membership was out of the question. I'd have to get downtown, swim, and then get back somehow and that didn’t even broach the cost of such a membership. My work on the farm would not get done, and it had to be done. The three of us continued to talk about it with me reluctantly telling them the problems that would come of a membership. The two of them knew best for me and called my dad over for a talk. They broached the topic with my dad. I slightly protested and said that it wouldn't work as I couldn't do my homework and my work on the farm as well as have someone take the time to drive me to and from and swim for practice. My dad listened to it all and said that it sounded like a good idea to get to swim in a pool instead of the ponds for practice. My uncle Bill said that it was settled. He and his brother used their memberships during the day through the week and on Tuesday and Thursday nights. I didn't need a membership as I could use their cards to get in. It seemed that there was an honor system. Each member had a card that looked like a time card. The card was picked up out of a rack, handed to the clerk who dispensed towels and locks, and the card was returned to the rack when the towels and locks were returned on departure. Clerks never checked id's to be sure that the card handed to him was in fact the member. Super! My dad said that as long as I got my homework done as well as my work on the farm, he had no problem with my using their memberships for swimming and arrangements could be worked out to get me there and back. I immediately thought about it myself and thought to be sure I'd go on Friday or Saturday night. Also, with summer coming, there would be a lot more to do on the farm. There were three more days of school so homework wasn't going to be an issue. I resolved that whatever work I had for the farm I would get it done period to free me up for my first Y visit. I looked at the calendar. And, my birthday was only a week away. I didn’t know how but I was going to give myself a super eighteenth birthday present. I was like a whirlwind each week doing my work by starting a little earlier than usual, taking shorter breaks and meals, and working a little longer each day. I really appreciated what my parents and uncles were doing for me. I was determined to show my appreciation for their sacrifice. Still, I occasionally did remember what I had heard about the steam room but had no opportunity to find out. Anyway, I thought I was improving on my turns and come fall I found out that indeed I was. One early Friday afternoon, I was clearing out part of a woods. My dad came out finding me hauling another load of underbrush and told me that I had been a good kid, always volunteering to do work on the farm, kept up my grades, and always made them proud of me. He and my mom decided to give me a birthday weekend. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He took out a wad of bills handing all of it to me. "There's four hundred dollars there for you to use. It should be more than enough. You take the Chevy. Do your swimming practice at the Y. I’ve called your uncles to let them know you’re going to use their membership. Then, eat downtown and take in a movie. Your Uncle Bill said to park in his lot. Tell the attendant who you are and there won't be a charge. Just be sure to lock up the car. Bill also said that the Y has rooms for sleeping. Get one for the entire weekend. You're a good hard-working son and your mom and I think you deserve a reward. Just be careful on your own." I was stunned. My mind reeled at the unexpected birthday present and opportunity that I was facing. It was more than perfect. I thanked my dad, shoved the money in my jeans thinking of the additional money I had stashed that I knew I would take with me, stumbled out of the field, and began walking to the house. I walked in to face my mom beaming. She kissed me on my cheek and told me to have fun and be sure to take my toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant. My practical mother strikes again. She handed me the car keys as I headed to my room to pack. I tossed together what I thought I'd need including my toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant. I stood in the middle of my room going through in my mind everything that I had packed and decided I was ready. I had packed some special things to take with me. I walked out of my room with the money from my parents and my own stash carefully secured in my bag and wallet. I didn't know what my expenses would be except the room, food, and gas. I knew I would not be going to a movie. My mind raced through the possibility that what I had heard was a lie. I was going to find out if at all possible, though. I headed to the front door where my mom was and banished my evil thoughts. I kissed her on the cheek and out the door I went. I was ready for the adventure that lay ahead.

WOW... After my last topic here, i am now more confident to aproach guys... i used to fear rejection, but i realized that most guy dont reject me 😮 at last night i went to a bath house and sucked 11 different guys, my favorite was one guy that seemed to be married, i love married men, those with dad body and lots of hair... some of them wanted to fuck me but im not confident enough to let them breed me, i need to create the strength to let it happen and be a total slut. My goal is to reach 1000 loads in my hole... so far, none 😄

Nothing like a good love story ❤️

After being stretched by the BBC I brought home from the ABS, the young Asian boy was on his way. I quickly showered but left the huge black guys load in my hole. it took Asian boy a little longer to get to me and I had missed his messages on sniffles and fallen asleep. Fuck he was here and just walked in on me passed out on the coach. I quickly got up and saw a cute, short, toned Asian boy early 20’s. Wondering if he was really as Dom as he chattted. I got on my bed facedown ass up. Wondering if my beat up hole from the 8” bbc I just took would be able to stand more fucking. He got up on me and started entering my swollen ass lips. Whispering in my ear how he likes slutty daddies like me. It felt dry snd he kept putting spit on his dick to get it in. He fucked me for 30 minutes then the other guy’s Cum starting leaking out. He mentions,”fuck you got another load up there don’t you fucken faggot.” He starts to dig deeper and harder. He’s not that big but because my hole is totally swollen and wrecked, it felt like a 10”. He was also rock hard like a teenager. I could hear and feel the cum splash all over and he was lifting my checks apart to dig deeper and to wreck my hole more. He started to wipe the cum on my legs and back like sun tan lotion. I felt like a dirty used pig. He was on his way to work but he wanted to make sure he used me good and finally after 40 minutes, emptied his balls in my wrecked and juicy hole. I apologized for not telling him about the previous guy’s cum,”I don’t care, it’s just like another type of lube. I love daddy sluts like you.” Hopefully I can get more of this from him.

Get several, TODAY! Went over to my bestie's house this morning to have another one of those drawn out sessions we normally have. He wasn't home, yes I jumped the gun and drove over there even though he hadn't answered the phone and we just talked last night about THIS MORNING. Both his cars were there but no answer. I wondered if he went 'over the deep end' as he does with the 'condiments'. I felt stood up and worried at the same time... but once I got home I get a text: "CAN YOU PICK ME UP? As in like NOW! I'm out at (address)... hurry and just text me!" Well he was with his aspiring BF, one on the wild side with tats and all that... but notoriously jealous of me. Well they are supposedly 'friends-with-benefits' and I'm not about to give up a good thing. Besides, my 'bestie' can fuck and fuck and keep going limited only by his occasional need to eat something... one of those. Went back to his place, as I listen to the stories of exploits and debauchery, knowing best to just nod and approve. Once back at his house, I knew I had a home-run. Straight to fuck-fest it was, despite his exhausting night! TWO loads I took and I know now to be the best 'cum-dumpster'/aggressive bottom and put on an extra bit of 'cooperation' as I sense he is about to come. He is a social butterfly and also has a sugar daddy whom he is meeting for lunch and shopping so we agreed to 'talk later today'... AGAIN! I got home and my hubby had a stranger parked in my spot in the driveway and by the tags I could tell he was going to one of the big southern universities. My man and I have this totally cool 'sex-for-sport' arrangement and I took the liberty to just walk in on them as they were being quite loud, laying around naked and watching porn. I basically could have gone without getting in there and maybe having some later but my hubby texted me as I was in the backyard doing domestic chores: "Hey, come back! We need a bottom!" Ok MY CUE! My man whispered that he isn't quite ready for that fat pecker (today) and wanted me to 'fill in'. Ok then. Buck-naked I was and rode that cock while he laid back. it didn't take him but a few minutes and his toes were curling as I could feel that hot bead of dude juice targeting my deep insides. I was worried my bestie's juice would become and issue but luckily, no such thing... so now I have the DNA of two horny fuckers inside of me... odd how I'm wanting more... Oh look, it's 3pm. I can call my bestie again! I'm ready for more!

Looks like someone is happy tourists are "cumming" back to Hawaii! ;->

last night at a fuck group at my buddy's place. There was me, my buddy, 2 bears and a boy about 19. I got in the sling and my ankles were chained to the frame and raised up so my hole was on show. 2 of the men got hold of the boy and forced his face into my ass crack and ordered him to eat me out. That felt great. When I was wet my buddy and the bears started fucking me. They were also fucking the boys mouth after being inside me. I took a big load of each of the men so I was full of seed. Then they invited to boy - well kinda coerced him into fucking me. That was hot. He shoved his cock deep in me and fucked his load up my ass. I was stinking of sweat n sperm.

Chapter 5: Dibs on Dad's Ass (Sorry, this is a short chapter as it is kind of a wrap up for the end of chapter 4) Matt and I lay on our backs, still connected by the rubber monster-cock double header, Jason still impaled on his brothers massive dick. All three of us slick with sweat and chempiss and breathing heavily as Matt started to slowly gyrate his hips again, using his ass to fuck me while his thick cock began to slowly move in and out of Jason's hot ass again. It doesn't take long for him to pick up his pace as he puts a hand on each of Jason's hips as he begins to thrust harder and bounce his older “little” brother off hips, and while I am fucking LOVING the sight, my eyes keep rolling back in my head as the dildo I am sharing with Matt is REALLY grinding against my prostate. “FUCK YES, FUCK ME BRO” Jason yells as he raises on arm and does an impression of riding an electric bull. Loud wet sounds of skin slapping skin echo in the room as Jason bounces back to meet Matt's thrusts into his slick wet hole. Small amounts of Matt's piss leak out when he pulls back and it splashes over the rest of us as he drives back into Jason's eager man-cunt. The smells of our wet sex filling the air only adding to the buzz from all the chems my boys have fucked into me. I am swimming in sensation overload as Matt grunts, “god damn, I'm getting close bro... Hop off, I wanna bust in Dad” Jason's face flashed a wicked smile as he slowly stood up, His brothers hard cock slowly inching out of his hole until it came out with a wet plop and slapped against Matt's washboard abs and the remaining chempiss poured out over the two of us still on our backs. As the hot wet torrent let up, he finished standing, and turned around, squatting over my face and eager tongue. Jason's ass was fully gaped, the red and swollen lips futility trying to close as I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him down to my eager mouth. I was eagerly eating his Jason's hole as Matt pulled away from me. No idea who the dildo came out of first or last, but I was only just feeling the “cool” air breezing into my gaping fuck hole before I felt my youngest son's massive cock head pressing against my hole. Fortunately both it and I were still fully lubed as Matt quickly drove his dick into me. He only paused to enjoy the warmth for a second before he began to fuck me with a pace similar to what he had been using on Jason. I tried to let out loud moans of Ecstasy, but I was fully muffled by Jason's perfect muscle ass straddling my face. “AW FUCK YEAH, breed him bro!” Jason yelled as he held my legs up to make it easier for his Matt to plow into me at full force. The room filled with a mix of grunts, squishing, sloshing, and slapping sounds as Matt jackhammered into me. Any pretense of “form” was missing as he was gripping onto me and thrusting with animalistic need as his guttural breathing picked up to a crescendo which he punctuated with primal scream before he collapsed forward against me face planting against his brothers crotch as his entire body seized and convulsed with each volley of toxic cum that his massive cock spit into the torn and stretched deep inner walls of my anal cavity. As Matt's breathing returned to normal, he softly said, “I love pozzing your hole dad” before pulling his somewhat deflated but still half hard cock from my abused ass. The air rushing into the vacancy his cock left in me causing me to let out a longing whimper into Jason's rock hard ass, before Jason jokingly said “Dibs on Dad's ass!” as he stood up, allowing me to begin to catch my ass for a second, before Jason grabbed one of my arms and legs and proceeded to flip me like a pancake (I love how strong he is) before driving his rock hard cock balls deep in a single thrust. “Damn Matt, you destroyed this hole, see if Dad has any normal guy dick sized dildos” Jason said as he ling dicked my hole...”Duffel bag under the coffee table” I blurt out between whimpering pleas to “please fuck me son” Matt quickly leaves and comes back carrying his phone and my literal bag of dicks. He digs around in the bag quickly before handing a 8x6 dildo with balls to his brother as he sits on the edge of the bed and begins mindlessly worshiping the screen of his phone. Jason takes the dildo from his brother and pulls out of me far enough the he is able to get it between us and press it against my hole. “OK, fuck that's a lot” I say as I wince because he pushes the toy into me alongside his already thick cock, “Yeah it is” Jason happily says, as he begins to push both his and the fake dick into me. The sensation overload sending me flying as Jason slowly double fucks his brothers highly toxic load into my torn up hole.. “You called dibs, and here you are riding shotgun” Matt laughed as he continued fingering his screen Matt's comment was lost on Jason and I as we were lost in the sensation of him slowly double fucking me, the moisture coating us both lubing him up as his rippling muscles slid against my soft flesh. The two of us moving in blind unison as waves of blinding pleasure washed over me. “Damn” Matt eventually exclaimed, breaking the pig trance Jason and I found ourselves in. “I gotta gotta go make some deliveries” Matt said while fumbling with his phone. “I'll be back tonight” Matt said before leaning in to plant a deep sensual kiss on his brother Jason. “Make sure dad eats and drinks something that didn't come out of you, and don't fully destroy Dad's pussy until I get back” he said as he gave Jason's ass a loud slap. “Love you dad” Matt said before giving me a quick kiss and beginning to get dressed, still wet with sweat and our pig sex. “Just you and me for a while” Jason said as he resumed slowly double fucking me, and followed up with the command“Look at me and Open you mouth” I did as he ordered, twisted partly to my side which allowed me to look up into his devious smile as he cleared his throat, let lose a cough, and proceeded to let a thick loogie begin to drip out of his puckered lips, slowly lowering down into my open pig mouth... clearly at this point, I was down for whatever my boys wanted if it meant more of their dicks in me. His pace slowed as he leaned in and held my head back so he could begin kissing me. The mix of flavors and feelings causing us both to moan as he continued slowly fucking his brothers Poz+ cum out of my ass and into the mix of sweat and chempiss that had soaked my bed below us. He broke our kiss and began pinching my nipple “We are gonna have a lot of fun, I fucking love you Dad” We heard the front door slam, letting us know that Matt had left as Jason said “mmmm, All mine now” Jason said as he pushed my face down into the wet mattress “I am gonna FUCKING FILL this pussy!” Jason said as he began thrusting with purpose. “Aw fuck yeah Jason, breed my ass with your poz cum” I yelled “fucking knock up your old man” “FUUUUCK YES” Jason yelled as he began full on hate fucking my ass. Loudly slapping an ass cheek in between every few lunges before he began letting out guttural yells to punctuate each thrust. “Take it slut! FUCK, I Love you dad!!!” he cried out before pouncing forward and wrapping me in his arms, pulling me tight against him in a bear hug to meet his abrupt strokes as he empties shot after shot of his toxic venom in to mix with the remnants of his little brothers load. “Now, how are we gonna spend our day” he said as he pulled my head back to resume kissing me as I let out a long moan of satisfaction.

Chapter 3: You're still mine Saying I was surprised to look up to see my boy towering above me and I was kneeling between his older brothers legs is an understatement... I coughed and spit out the last of his piss from my mouth. As the chempiss and spit trickled down my belly, I tried to stand but the chempiss was kicking in fast and I fell back against Jason, who managed to catch and steady me with his massive muscular arms. “Easy there dad”, Matt said as he stepped forward and slightly leaned down to plant a deep passionate kiss on his older brother Jason. I sat down and leaned against the wall of the shower and looked up to fully take in the sight before me. My oldest, Jason, seemed fairly short at 6'1” compared to his younger brother's towering 6'6” frame; but what Jason lacked in height, he more than made up for in muscle mass. Matt clearly spent a lot of the time at the gym, and had a 6 pack and v-cut to prove it, but Jason could dominate body building competitions... And while Jason had a light “Dusting” of dark black fur from head to toe, with his natural blond hair and trimmed bush, Matt's body looked relatively hairless. Which made him quite the canvas for the assortment of tattoos covering him from collar to toe, including full sleeves on each arm. The last difference that really surprised me was the difference in their dicks. Jason was sporting 8.5 inches, about 7 inches around, and uncut with what I would learn was a 2 gauge PA (Glad he inherited Barb's Dad's dick... which I knew was as long but a little thinner, thanks to a time when we got drunk and blew each other) But Matt on the other hand... HOLY SHIT. Matt's cock was HUGE... “Damn boy, how big is that thing” I asked as it swung before me Matt looked down at me, then at his hardening cock and beaming with pride, replied “13 inches long, and just under 9 around” As he spoke, he took it in his hand and waved it back and forth in front of my face. His long foreskin completely covering the head and hanging lose off the end. My boys then joined me on the floor of the shower, the hot water still raining down as the positioned themselves on both sides of me, As Jason began tweaking my nipples, Matt put a hand behind my head and pulled me in for his first deep kiss. As he dug his way into my mouth, I found out he had his tongue pierced as his barbell lightly clinked against my teeth. As I was once again getting lost in the sensations, he broke off our kiss and looked to his brother, “So, did you ask him?” “Oh, shit, no, not yet” Matt replied. “Ask me what?” I said, trying to assert some of my old “fatherly tone” (but completely failing) as I looked back and forth at my two sexy sons. “Well, a couple things... when I saw your post and your profile online and saw it was you and” Jason began to stutter as Matt coughed loud and punched him in the shoulder before blurting out “about me dumbass, we are here like this so he is obviously down to get charged up like us” he snapped at his brother. Jason punched his brother back before snapping back, “we just started, and I have been warming him up to ask him that and the other things and” Just then Matt reached his hand down, grabbed his brothers balls and gave them a quick tug and twist, but before he could continue arguing with his brother, Jason reached down, grabbed Matts nuts and began twisting and pulling them just as aggressively. I looked down and saw both of my boys hands on the others balls, each pulling and stretching hard enough that they both turning red but each of them refusing to back down to the other. The familiar feeling of my boys doing their brotherly fighting with me in the middle brought back enough instinct that I grabbed each of them by the ears and pulled them back apart until they eased their grips on each other and looked at me. “BOYS, I like the kinky tone your squabbling has taken on over the years you have been away, but nither of you is torturing my nutts, and Matt, Clearly you have something you want to ask that can't wait, So we are going to go around and each ask our most pressing question... Total honesty” I said as released their grips. Both of them looking up at me with puppy dog eyes as they tilted their heads, just like all the times I had to punish them when they were little. I reached over and brushed Jason's hands off of Matt's balls before replacing his grip with mine. I looked him in the eyes, licked my lips, and said, “Matt, you go first” Matt raised his face to look directly at mine; at the same time, he released his grip on his brother, before wrapping his large muscular hand around my dick and balls and giving them a HARD tug. Then he asked, “I have always wanted to know, I don't look anything like you or Jason, and I know Mom is my Mom, but we know she and mike are swingers, so I have always wondered...” he sheepishly trailed off, afraid to ask the question that always bothered him. “Spit it out” I scolded as I gave his huge nuts a stern tug and twist “Are you really my dad?” he blurted before looking down, just like when he was little and afraid of something on TV. “Matty” I said as I released his balls and pulled his chin up till we were both looking each other eye to eye. “You are now, and have always been my son, and while you are probably not as sweet, you are still my baby boy... but yes...no... I mean, biologically, I am pretty sure the guy who knocked up your mom that night was the Scandinavian sailor, pretty sure he tried knocking me up too with all the loads he left in me...but it was a swingers party, we didn't know anyone there. And we were never able to track him down... but that didn't change the fact that I raised you as my own, and when your Mom took you and Jason away, it hurt just as much; but I thought it was what would be best for you two” I said as I gave him a soft loving kiss to re-assure him, and gave him a look that let him know that that no matter what, as far as I was concerned, he was mine. At this point, Jason calmly placed his hand on his brother's forehead and gently pushed him back, “OK, My Turn” he said eagerly, however as Matt still had my nuts in much less aggressive, but still firm grip, he instead reached under my leg, and rolled me sidways to face his brother as he pulled the huge plug from my hole with a loud wet plop before sliding his fat 8” effortlessly into my gaping hole, balls deep. As he slowly moved it back and forth, he reached around and pulled his brother closer, sandwiching me between their ripped muscular bodies. “Well” Jason said, “I guess the first thing I want to know right now...our lease is up at the end of the month, and we were in the area because we were looking for a new place to live where we could be... “us” without having to worry...sooo, could we move back home here with you?” he said as he slowly long dicked my hole (trying to butter the old man up I see) I pushed back my hole and without hesitation replied, “fuck yeah boys; we will have to get another fake bed to put somewhere in case we ever have to keep up appearances, But I have a big bid, and I want to go to bed every night in between my two beautiful sons” I said in a haze between the chems in my system and the monster cock massaging my prostate now it was my turn, as I pushed back to meet Jason's thrusts. I let out a struggled, “I have always thought it was kinda hot, but was always too scared to go through with it... do you two really want to knock me up? Breed your old man and make him a toxic slut like you are? I blurted in my t and sex filled haze. “Fuck yeah daddy” Jason said eagerly as he picked up the pace. “Poz and then some...we both recently tested poz for siph but haven't started meds yet, and this morning Matty found a sore by his piss slit that we need to go back to the doc for. At this point I had crossed so many lines, I didn't hesitate to reply, “Fuck yeah Jason, breed my fag pussy, and make me just like you two” I said as I continued to push back to meet my oldest son as he thrust his toxic cock into my now wet and sloppy hole and I leaned forward to lock lips with his bigger little brother. “FUCK. YES. TAKE. IT.SLUT” Jason yelled, each word punctuated with an even harder thrust, his PA clearly tearing up my ass up further with his PA as he began shooting another load into my stretched out hole. As his body convulsed, he pulled me against him with all his strength, and to my confusion, Matt broke away from our triple embrace to stand up as he said, “Gotta grab something, back in a sec...Jay, help dad get on his back on the fuck bench and turn the water off for a sec. He said before striding out of the room like he already lived here (again). Jason reluctantly pulled out and helped me up. We turned off the showers and as I was climbing onto the bench, Matt re-entered and walked over to me. With me on the fuck bench, his massive cock was once again at eye level. He walked over until his horse cock was only a few feet from my face. “If we're doing this, we're doing it right” he said before he used his left hand to peel the foreskin back and reveal his massive cockhead. Jason was right, there were some angry looking sores forming around his piss slit, and a few smaller bumps along the ridge of his head. A small amount of cock cheese was also making his cockhead look more infected. He took his other hand and revealed another shard of T. He ran the shard across the ridges on his dickhead and then across the red sores near his slit before pushing it all the way into his dick hole. He also had a metal sounding rod which he then used to push the shard several inches deeper into his cock before slowly sliding the rod out. I briefly saw some red streaks along the length of it as he walked over and placed the rod on the sink. “Hold his legs up bro, help me knock up our dad, we are gonna be bound by DNA one way or another!” he said as we walked forward and placed the head of his massive cock against my hungry gaping hole. “Breed me son” I said as I looked into his eyes... It was all the motivation he heeded as in one brutal thrust, he shoved his cock over halfway into my hole. Even with all the chems and stretching from Jason, Taking Matt's cock for the first time still hurt like hell. “Don't worry Dad, this will help” Matt said as his body tensed up and he shoved another quarter of his dick into my beyond stretched hole as his big brother helped pull my cheeks apart. The feeling of fullness then began to greatly intensify, along with a new level of burn, “OH FUCK YES” Matt exclaimed, “I have had to piss since I got here” he said as he unloaded his bladder into my already full hole. The thickness of his cock being the only think keeping it from spraying back out as he continued to unload. My vision blurred and I began coughing heavily...”FUCK” I thought...Matt's slampig chempiss was MUCH stronger than Jasons. It was like I read in the stories about people getting slammed. I tried to say something, but all that I could get out was “please.... fuck... me...”between coughs as I pawed at Jason's torso to try to pull him towards my mouth as I wrapped my legs around Matt and tried pull him in closer to me, not realizing he had already pushed in balls deep and had begun slowly fucking me with the baseball bat he called a cock. All I can remember is a primal need to keep nursing the cock in front of , as the man with a horse cock was literally tearing my hole to shreds. The next few hours were a total blur as both of my son's took turns fucking me, as well as each other, with an abundance of wet sloppy fisting mixed in. --------- That's it for now, but if yall want more, I would like to see this story go further too.

Chapter Two: (Like Father, Like Son) As I lay on my back, Jason's hard cock still lodged deep in my throbbing hole, he pushed himself up with his arms; sweat dripping from his short dark hair. His green eyes looked deep into mine, and a devilish smile crept across his handsome face, “Is the stuff in the kitchen still in the same places?” he asked. I was caught off guard by the randomness of his question but managed to reply “uh, yeah, basically” before he quickly pulled out, shoved one of the nearby plugs into my hole, and stood up before happily bouncing off to the kitchen. Any surprise at his actions was pushed aside as I watched his ample ass saunter out of view, fuck he was beautiful. I was still flying, and trying to collect my thoughts when he walked back into the room, holding the can of crisco and sporting a hungry smile as his 9” cock was still mostly hard and still glistening with a mix of pink cum and chempiss. The weight from his large PA ring causing his massive dick to bounce as he walked. He sat down next to me and grabbed his phone from his pants on the floor near us. He fumbled with it with one hand, while tapping the plug in my hole with the other. After a few moments of fingering his screen with a determined look, he put it back and resumed smiling as he ran his hands across my thighs. “Eat my hole while I play with yours daddy” Jason said as he straddled my face. I couldn't believe I was getting a good close look at my sons hot muscular ass as he reached back and ran his hands across the light coat of hair on his perfect round globes before pulling them apart to reveal a puckering hole that had clearly seen its share of dick as well. “suck it daddy” he begged as I lunged forward into the perfect ass of my son. I dove in and hungrily began lapping at his hungry hole. From the initial pucker I could tell he had been fucked a fair amount, but wasn't expecting his hole to open up and try to suck my tongue in as his full round asscheeks hugged the sides of my face. The sweat from both of us lubing our bodies and allowing our skin to slide across each other as he leaned forward and moved his hands from his ass to between my legs to resume playing with the plug in my hole. My hands quickly moving to replace his and continue to pull his ass cheeks apart, allowing me suck on his delicious pucker as I eagerly dig my tongue in deeper into is quickly opening hole. Using the strength of his well defined muscles, he lifts my lower half off the floor, giving him full view and access to my hole. He pulled the plug from my hole with a loud plop and dropped it into the blanket we were on, now fully soaked with chempiss and sweat. I pulled forward to continue my oral assault on his welcoming hole as he leaned forward and buried his face in mine. Even with his strength and flexibility, the angle was difficult for him to do more than lick across the gape he had created. The heat of his tongue clashing with the cool air I could feel against my hole as it tried to pucker closed. He pulled up and leaned back, applying more of his weight to my face and allowing me to dig deeper as I heard him say “fuck your hole tastes good dad” He kept one arm wrapped around my leg, holding me up as his hand massaged inside my ass cheek, his fingers dancing across my hungry ass lips. With the other hand he grabbed something from his pants and seemed to fumble for a second before saying “lets see how much more open we can get you daddy”. He began fingering my hole again and I felt the burn I loved as the hunger and intensity intensified. I held my hand out and pulled my face away from his hole long enough to let out a muffled “one for you” before returning to my feast. With his free hand he grabbed another shard from his supply and placed it in my fingers. “about the same as what I just gave you” he said as I pulled it back and glimpsed at its size before placing it against his hole and pressing it inside (fuck that is bigger than I have done before) I tried to think as it continued kick in more; both of us rubbing it against the others prostate and scratching it back and forth. I lean forward and try to take in as much of the smell of musk from his ass as I can before licking his hole as my fingers rub the last of the T into the lining of his man-pussy. The only real thought in my head being “This is so hot,” as I focus my attentions on the perfect muscle ass against my face, I am now using both hands to pull open his ass and give me access to his hole, now tasting strongly bitter from the T. I am surprised that there is barely any resistance as I am able to slide two fingers in and out with little resistance. “give me your hand” he orders. I reach my hand out and feel his already crisco covered hands massage the grease across my fingers and up my wrists before releasing his grip and returning his attentions to my hole. And his attentions felt amazing. As he returned to working his fingers into my gape that now felt empty without him there. My hole eagerly stretched to accept is continued assault on my hole... I expected some pain, but felt none as I felt the thickness of his thumb knuckle as it slid into my hole and he began to grind it against my spot. I could barely focus on how easily my fingers were working into his hole with the waves of sensation crashing over me. I had to make my boy feel good though, so I pushed my hand forward and with little resistance my hand made it into the perfect muscle butt inches away from my face. “Fuck Jason, you took my whole hand easy” I half grunted as he began moving his hand back and forth, fully fucking me with his arm. “That's nothing dad, before I leave, I'm going to go elbow deep in you... you are already taking my forearms” he said as I felt his fist pushing against my inner ring. “But first, I'm thirsty” he said in a whimsical tone before latching onto my cock and nursing my limp party dick (yeah, I get that bad, glad he didn't inherit it). His sucking was hard and almost painful at first, but he let up as he moved his hand to my bladder and began applying pressure. With all the attention, I felt like I was having a full body orgasm as I let lose a torrent of chempiss down my pig sons hungry throat. The orgasm feeling intensified as I continued to feel the sweet release of the pressure on my bladder and he began slowly moving his hand back and forth from my hole. My legs began to convulse as wave after wave of please washed over me. I did my best to try to return the favor to his ass and was rewarded with the feeling of his piss begging to leak from his monster cock, sandwiched between us. Not wanting to waste it, I used my free hand to pull his now rock hard wet cock down to angle it towards my mouth to savor his bitter nectar. He realizes what I am going for and lifts one leg up off of me, letting me keep my hand in his ass, but giving me a good close up view of his crotch, for the first time, I fully made out the biohazard tattoo above his cock (which he had excluded from his profile pick with his hand and the angle) I lick around the head and under his foreskin, trying to take in the flavor and suck in more,fighting my gag reflex as his piercing occasionally hits my throat. Soon both of our streams ease up and he releases my dick from his mouth to resume his assault on my hole. As he arches back, it pulls his dick from my mouth, which springs back slap against his washboard abs. He changes his grips on my legs until (Like the wrestlers he used to watch on TV and pretend to me with his little brother Matt) he had my legs under his armpits as he raised up on his knees to give me better access to his hole as well. He began full on fucking me with his arm now, while bouncing his perfect muscular frame up and down on mine. He kept trying to still press our bodies together, grinding his massive pole between us as he moved his arm in and out at the same pace he had used to fuck me. Between the chems and the stimulation, I could barely move my body under my own control, as my legs continues to flex and convulse in a full body orgasm as he literally fist fucked me. I wasn't sure if I was pissing more, or cumming, all I could tell you was something was coming out of my dick and I was fully lost in what son was doing to my hole. Wave after wave washed over me for what seemed like hours before I went limp in his arms. Sweating profusely, panting heavily, and still locked in a fisting 69 with my 25 yo beefy muscle son in the living room he used to play video games in. After my hole finally stopped convulsing around what I would learn was only about a few inch away from his elbow, he grabbed the one of the larger plugs off the coffee table (3.5 diameter at the narrow part) and worked it into my now gaping hole. He then took a plug that was a little thinner and passed it to me. “Put this one in my ass daddy” he pleaded (as If I wouldn't) It slid in easily and he stood up over me, “I am fucking loving this, but we should probably wash up a little... but only a little. Go get the shower started, and I will put this in the washer” It was weird having a hookup that already knew where most things were in my house, and even weirder considering who it was, but also felt strangely comforting. Thoughts slowly returning to my head, as he gathered the blanket from under us and began down the hallway... Then he stopped, turned around and yelled, “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY ROOM!” I laughed, I had done a remodel a few years ago, and since I no longer needed a third bedroom, I had taken that space and added it to the bathroom, as a byproduct, the door to his room was no longer there and long since drywalled over. “Check the bathroom” I replied as I stood up and walked him back to the hallway. The look of hurt from his face instantly faded away to a perverted look of glee when he flicked on the switch. The small bathroom he had grown up with was replaced with a much larger XXX spa area. The old shower expanded into a four showerhead “wet room” with a movable plastic fuck bench in the middle. Outside of that was a hot tub stye bath, double sinks with a full mirror above them, and a large floor to ceiling tiled mirror making up the wall behind (so I can check my clothes or the guy fucking me from multiple angles), and what had been his partial walk in closet was now a small 2 person steam room. I had also re-angled the floors and put in a drain, so if need be, the whole room could be hosed down. “I like the way you remodeled MY room.” he said in a cheerful, but still attitude filled tone, a partial smile fighting against the stern look he kept trying to present. “Yeah, well, I bet we can have a LOT more fun with it like this” I snipped back. “and since you got rid of my bed, I will just have to sleep in yours now” he said as he threw the sweat, cum, and chempiss soaked blanket into the washing machine (laundry room is across the hall from the bathroom) and walked back to wrap his arms around me and pull be in for a deep kiss. “so Jason, I have the next two weeks off, and I love having you here, but I have to ask, how long are you planning on staying?” “Like I said dad, I am gonna keep fucking you till I knock you up with my toxic seed. I am self employed, and my lease is actually up in a few weeks anyway, so I could actually move back in here if you will have me” I now understood the hurt look look in his face when he saw his old room was gone, so I gave him the same loving smile I had so many times before, and said “anytime you want Jason, you are always welcome here, and there is still your brother Matt's room” “Can't I sleep with you daddy?” he playfully asked “Every night Jason, but if anyone asks, you are in Matt's old room” “Ok pops” he said as he rolled his eyes before breaking our embrace to turn on the go turn on the shower. “We should PROBABLY clean up a little, after all, when I realized you were into this as much as me, I texted my dealer to come by with some more supplies and to help with my charging you up project” he announced. A wave of eagerness at more cocks was pushed by the voice in the back of my head still trying to yell out “this is wrong”... followed by thoughts of, “will they know I'm his dad?” Jason could see the thoughts running through my head as I stood there in confusion and shock. “Don't worry, he's cool... He is actually the guy who introduced me to partying, and the guy who gave me the bug... if you thought my cock was big, wait till you see his footlong beast...even thicker than me, I'm was one of the only people who cold take him; but I got you more than ready... “ I was pushing my hesitation aside when he followed up, “Trust me Dad, I know you are going to love him, now lets get in the shower!” he says as he takes me by the hand and walks me forward into the hot steaming water. Our mutual drug hazes clearly still present as we get lost in soaping each others bodies up under the hot cascading water. Each of us playfully exploring the other while still exchanging kisses and letting out low moans. He pushes on my shoulders and I drop to my knees and resume my attempts at getting his monster dick more than halfway in my mouth as he begins to let lose another small stream of piss. As it lets up, I hear the bathroom door open behind us. “Perfect Timing” Jason says at he releases my head from his hands, allowing me to turn to see the new arrival. Standing at the door was a 6'6” stud with deep blue eyes,long blond hair, a thinner frame than Jason but equally developed muscles, an assortment of tattoos including a large biohazard around his belly button, and in his hand he was stroking what was easily the biggest dick I had ever seen. Easily a foot long and as thick as an arm. His gentle face though was the same as that “viking god” that had destroyed the holes of me and the ex, a little over 22 years ago... “Hi dad” said my other son Matt.

It wasn't too long ago I had the everyday average Joe kind of life. Wife, two kids already in college, and fluffy had just kicked the bucket after holding on for twenty years...oh yeah and I was straight, at least I tried to be. The old lady couldn't have any more kids, didn't wanna put out, so I did what any red blooded man would do, I went out and I got some tail. Just so happens guys are easier than chicks. Maybe since it was my first few times really since I was a teen I was kind of naive, I didn't do it safe. Ever. I just figured what's the big deal, I'm a top and guys don't get pregnant, so it should be cool more or less. That was until I found out somehow one of these dudes I asked if he was sure he was neg, wasn't so neg after all and I was one of those tops who didn't have it so lucky to get twenty plus years of raw action and no HIV to show for it. So fuck it. I'm stealthing back. I think some...hell, I think MOST of these bottoms are itching to be a victim and just don't want to say their fucked up fantasy of a muscled daddy pinning them down spunking their insides full of tainted semen. I'll just take that little burden off their chest. I've got hundreds of stories...but maybe I'll settle for telling you my most recent. I had just gotten off an all-afternoon business meeting binge. The bane of the white collar executive. Yet, I was free and in an unfamiliar city. This one was a little less impressive than our usual, think it was Providence, Rhode Island. My dick was stiff. My mind was fixed one thing: filling hole. So like any decently clever traveler on new turf, I googled where to get off. "Megaplex, huh?" sounded filthy enough even as I said it, but I bet there were plenty of 'safe-only' teen boy holes and 'maybe just the tip bare' twenty somethings that were neg and ready to have seed planted in their soon to be cum filled boycunts. I was at the address and in the entrance area, before going in I noticed a video booth store and I took a step towards it, but I knew that'd be an adventure for another. Unloading in hole deep was what I needed now and I wanted some space to do it in. I had a room rented and a towel around my waist after changing out of my business suit in what seemed like seconds. My heart was racing already, my blood hot and pulsing in my veins. The scent of sex and the dark moving masculine forms in the dim light all added to my sense of the hunt, trapping willing prey sounds almost too easy I used to think...but it was trapping them for your own pleasures that they did not voluntarily ask for that was the true sport. That's when I saw him, sweet and young in all his sensual allure, a latino boy...such a sexual ethnicity...well-defined body, bubbled butt that was sticking out of just the top of his towel. He leaned against the corner of one of the hallways with some rooms, either cruising or uncertain how to approach. Probably both. I would enjoy taking him if he told me he was neg. My legs were already propelling me for the intercept... "Hi," I stopped dead in my tracks, the greeting came not from the boy but from someone who I had completely overlooked since he wasn't my type. I looked over to the guy, physically he could have been my brother we looked so similar, older guy in his late 30's maybe early 40's but he looked good for his age. Totally worked out bod, nice biceps, perfect chest, shaved smooth of any body hair (though I don't shave.) He had a sweet tanline I could just catch along his waist from the towel dangling a bit sideways at the hip. Blonde hair, slicked back with some long bangs over one of his blue (at least I thought) eyes. He was hot, but he was a daddy sort too. I prefer my hole young and unused, the men my age tend to already be knocked up or convincing liars. "Yeah?" I answered gruffly, glancing over at my latin breeding ground briefly. I didn't want to be rude, but wanted it to be quick. "Just, couldn't help but notice you," he said in a voice that totally broke the idea he could be a daddy top like me. I smirked at the words, "You see I just thought you seemed about the same age as me, and I haven't been here before but you didn't look like you were too familiar with the place either." "Oh?" He had my attention now, he sounded genuinely nervous, and he hadn't been there before? Maybe he was a late-bloomer, one of those guys who only fuck with guys after they finally come out late in life from some divorce. Mmm that would make his hole plenty neg and me plenty interested. "Did I guess wrong?" he asked, looking off to the side a bit, his blonde hair falling down onto his face softly dripping with wet probably from the steam rooms, "I haven't fooled around too much with guys, but think it'd be more comfortable with someone from a similar background." "Yeah, you married too?" I grinned impishly. "Divorced three years now," he replied with a somewhat abashed smile of his own, it was plain to see his hardon beneath the towel. I didn't have to look to the latino boy to know someone had either got him now before me or he moved on to see what else was going on. This new prospect was fun enough, his naivety was pretty easy to gauge. I'd be knocking his hole up before the end of an hour. "Got a room?" I inquired, always good to let them feel like they were in a familiar spot, easier to make them open their hole. "Yeah, this way," he said. Now my own bulge was showing, it wouldn't be long before he would see I had a 8.5 incher tucked away beneath the towel, and hopefully he didn't get scared off. I'd be stuffing this cock into him one way or another. "Oh fuck!" He gasped when I closed the door behind us after getting into his room, my towel had already come off and he was boggling at my thick member, slick with precum already. "You like?" I laughed a deep laugh, without waiting for his answer I gripped his boy-ish blonde hair and forced him down onto his knees on the cot and climbed on as well leaning back a bit while his mouth wrapped around my dick and slid slowly towards its base. The muffled moans were affirmation enough as I looked at the amazingly shapely ass he sported when his own towel came undone and fell to the bed and then slid to the floor. "I hope you like to get fucked boy," I groaned softly in pleasure as I spoke to him and tilted my head back. More enthusiastic sucking followed with the occassional, 'Mmhmm' afterwards. "Got condoms?" I questioned, "I'm ready to slide your ass onto my dick, I can tell you're not used to deep throating and I need more than half my cock wet." He looked around quickly, but it looked like all they put in here was some lube packets, forgot the condoms. "Damn," he swore, "don't wanna walk all the way up there for more, you don't have any?" "Nah man," I sighed, scratching my head feigning disappointment, "I would fuck you raw if I knew you were neg for sure and were cool with raw play." Now his blue eyes flickered in hesitation but also in impatient lustful hunger for being fucked and filled. "They had the rapid HIV testing earlier," he confessed finally, "I never cheated but figured why not. Gave a sheet saying I'm free and clear." He produced a piece of paper with today's date on it. BINGO! "Then what are we waiting for," gripped his waist and had him spun around facing the wall in an instant, his pert tight hole was in need of a fat cock like mine to loosen it up. Loose hole felt infinitely better than tight hole, everything was tight anyways to a cock this thick. One hand was forcefully pushing on the upper mid portion of his back to keep his head lowered and ass up closer to my cock for access and the other hand was guiding my head straight for his hole as I spit a nice glob of saliva onto that perfect little target where my cock needed to be inserted. "Mmm, wait how do I know you're neg?" I suppressed an annoyed huff as I looked at him with my intense green eyes that were probably seeming somewhat predatory at the moment. "I don't have a rapid HIV tester to go to right now, but I think since I didn't just go diving into you without asking status and what not, it's safe to bet," my logic was pretty good. If he had condoms or even just wasn't lazy to make a 7 minute trip to the front desk, perhaps I'd lose out on this raw opportunity, but that was all on him. He quickly acquiesced to the words and I could see and feel his muscles relax into submission. The pink hole was mine to corrupt. "Even though I'll let you fuck me raw," he said as I was already pressing him open and sliding in, "just...ah! Don't cum inside please." He was already writhing and moaning as I kept feeding that hungry orifice my cock meat. He slid back some lube to me, which I didn't mind using, wanted his hole raw and sore but not my cock, and this fucker was tight. He'd get ripped before the end. I mounted on top of him, a few inches off the bed now since he was face down and ass up but not flat on his stomach. Both hands were on the small of his back just plowing away. "Hot," came a voice from the door. I must've not closed it all the way. A small crowd of three guys were watching jealously as I plowed that fuck hole I knew I'd be breeding any minute. The one who had made the comment was the latino boy I wanted to stuff and fill earlier. Maybe he hadn't found the right daddy yet to knock his neg boy pussy up yet...and I could get a second-wind for that. "Close--" he moaned load after a well-timed slam to his hole came from me, followed by a quicker burst of ball slapping thrusts that made his hole ass shake from the force of my pounding, "--door!" He groaned as his hole opened more to save itself from being totally demolished from the barrage of cock that slid in and out of his ass at full speed. "I want everyone to know this hole belongs to me boy, you're giving it up and they are gonna now I've marked this territory," I growled, gripping another handful of his hair and yanking it so his face turned sideways to the left facing the direction of the on lookers which had grown to seven, and now people were pushing in trying to touch each other, jerking their selves off, and some even daring to reach for us though a few annoyed hands would bat theirs away if it obscured their view of the fuck scene. That cock hungry bottom bitch just moaned in ecstasy at being told he was going to be used and put on display. These New England Bottoms were always so pious even with the raw cock leaking pre-cum in their holes, and I loved turning these whores out to show their true colors. "Ahhhh! FUUUUCK!" I yelled, my hot load was pouring out in huge gushes, as I rammed into him again and again without losing any speed. "You're not going in me, right?" he managed to get out even as his head now pressed against the corner, the pillow the only buffer between him and having to bounce against the wall with each forceful thrust. My toxic load soaked his insides, but pulled out just as I could feel my cock getting ready to unleash a fifth wave of cum. The load was still sizeable coating his ass and some of his hole with my poison seed that was everywhere inside him, I wonder if he knew just how deep I had fucked my cum, not to mention the pre-cum which was a fuck ton just by itself. "Nah, man, relax," I assured him, when I finally could compose myself, I heard other guys cumming outside the room as they watched, either they jerked off or someone was sucking them off, "I have some self-control." He got up as he used a tentative finger to press into his hole. "Oh fuck, that's alot of cum on my ass," he breathed and I could hear how turned on he was, "and how much lube did you use? My hole feels drenched and full." "Can never have too much lube, you were really tight," I smirked, hole full of lube? I wondered if even he believed that. "You're really neg, right?" he asked again, as he pushed his hole open and a stream of liquid came spurting out, it wasn't white, my cum was clear, so he probably was still thinking it was in fact lube. I knew otherwise and I am certain some of those voyeurs did too. "Kinda late to ask now," I laughed mocking tossing my used towel that wiped off the juices from my cock onto his face and walked out.

1. Jason I didn’t know what to expect when Nathan opened the door, or, for that matter, whom to expect. I didn't know his name. I didn't know what he would be into. Even so, even although I hadn't been mentally expecting any type of guy in particular, his actual, physical presence shocked me a bit. It was finally happening, for real. He was a bit on the short side compared to what I had imagined. He was also very cute. Even through his t-shirt, I could tell he was rail-thin, as there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. He had short hair, blue eyes with just the merest hint of stubble, like he hadn't shaved that morning. "I'm Sean," he said, standing just inside the door, introducing himself. Nathan closed the door as Sean began to speak, and we were alone. "I'm Jason," I replied, feeling a little self-conscious at this point. I was in just a jock strap, but Sean was still fully dressed. "Nice to meet you," he said, smiling at me. I felt a little more at ease with him, thinking he seemed easy-going enough. "I guess I'm a little over-dressed for this," and with that he removed his shirt, revealing, as I had guessed, that his body was quite wiry and thin. He was not very muscular but there was a spray of hair over his pecs and the hint of a treasure trail disappearing into his shorts. "I guess this is always a little awkward at first, huh?" "Yeah," I replied, not having moved from the bed. "Want to break the ice a bit?" He put an emphasis on ice that was a bit unusual. "Sure," I replied. With that he pulled down his shorts, revealing a swimmer's jock, just like the one I was wearing. There was a spray of pubic hair poking out of the top and the pouch looked to be very well-filled. "Cool," he said, reaching into his bag, and pulling out a case for sunglasses. Opening it, he extracted a glass pipe and lighter. "You cool?" he asked, gesturing at his pipe. Remaining in the sunglasses case was a fat bag of crystal. "Yeah, I am" not knowing what else to say. It had been a while since I had partied, but I hadn't given it up. "Awesome. I love this stuff." He sat down on the bed next to me, and carefully wiped off the bowl of the pipe. He took the torch and slowly melted the drug already in the pipe. He did a long hit from the pipe and then motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I leaned in, letting our lips lock, and inhaled a thick cloud. Even after I had taken as much as I could, he continued to exhale the smoke into the dim bedroom. It engulfed our heads as we continued to kiss. "You party a lot?" he asked me, breaking off the kiss. "Not really. Once every few months, I guess. You?" "Every weekend, usually." He did another long hit from the pipe, and held it. This time he just exhaled it. "It's how I got into barebacking. No one ever uses a rubber when they are partying, you know." I smiled, agreeing, and enjoying that initial tingle of the drug with the promise of so much more pleasure. "You ever do a booty bump?" Sean asked. "Never," I answered. It had been only a year or so ago I had even smoked it for the first time. Hearing my answer, he dug into his bag again and pulled out a needle-less syringe as well as the baggie of crystal from the case. "Water?" he asked, looking around. I pointed to a glass of water on the bed table. "Perfect," he said. He pulled out a large chunk of the tina, and forced it into the body of the syringe. He put the plunger in and then filled it with water. He flicked the syringe a few times before sitting back down next to me. "Ready?" he asked me. He was gently shaking it and its powerful contents. I guessed it was to force the crystal dissolve. "I'm not sure about this," I said. I had been with him for less than five minutes, and already, I wasn't sure about how fast this was going. "Maybe just smoke it?" "Don't worry. You'll love this," he said. "Get on all fours, with that beautiful fuckable ass up in the air." I didn't protest any more and got on my knees. Sean knelt down between my legs and spread my cheeks. "Hand me that bottle of lube," he said. I grabbed it and handed it to him. I felt a drop or two of the cold lube on my ass and a slight poke as the syringe plunged into my hole. "This may sting a bit," he said, and suddenly, there was a cold feeling in my ass. "That's it?" I asked. "Yeah. Just hold it there, and let it soak in." I heard him light the torch again, and he took another long hit from the pipe. "You're poz?" I asked him. I wanted to know more about him. "Yeah, of course. Years now." He did another hit before continuing. "Nate tells me you're still neg?" "Yeah." There was now a tinge of warmth in my hole, like a big load had just been planted up there. It seemed to gradually radiate out from my butt, and it was beginning to envelope my entire body. "How did you get HIV?" "Same way you're going to get it," he said. "Letting poz guys fuck me." He rubbed a finger against my ass. "You're good. Roll over." I rolled onto my back; Sean was still kneeling between my legs. He did one more hit from the pipe, then leaned towards me. "Take it," he said, letting only the smallest cloud escape. I locked lips with Sean, and he forced the drug into my lungs, once more completely filling me up with the cloud. I was a light-weight, he was a heavy-weight. I was already in over my head. But still, I held the crystal for as long as I could. "Good job," he said, finally giving me permission to breathe it out. He put the pipe and lighter on the bed table. "You want my poz load?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do," I answered. I was feeling no pain and no shame. The idea of a hard poz cock sliding into my hole was filling my mind, crowding out all other thoughts, including any thought of self-preservation. "I need some fresh poz cum in me." "It's hot to hear you beg for it," Sean said. He reached down and pulled his jockstrap to the side, letting his cock hang out. He was already semi-hard, and I could tell it was a nice sized dick. It wasn't as long as some I had played with, but just the girth and weight of it was impressive, especially in contrast to his short, skinny body, which made it seem even bigger. I must have been staring, since Sean noticed me and said, "Yeah, it's a big one for a skinny runt like me." Sean poured some lube on his cock, stroking it and slicking it up. It didn't grow much bigger, which I was glad for, but just got harder. As he rubbed the lube over his shaft, he started to press the head against my ass, teasing it. I pushed back against him, wanting it inside of me. "Please man," I begged. I didn't want it; I needed it deep in me. "Patience," he answered, adding "you'll get it soon enough." He poured some lube down my crack and slid a finger in, pushing the slippery fluid into me. "You're opening up really nicely," he remarked, asking "You ready?" I nodded. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. Sean poured a little more lube on his tool. I offered him the poppers, but he shook his head. "Give me that hard cock," I said. He grinned at me and lined his cockhead up with my hole. Right as the poppers hit, Sean pushed into me. Feeling my hole stretch open to fit his thick cockhead, I knew this was going to be another intense fuck. Sean took his time entering me. He didn't go very fast, but it was also clear he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Damn, that's tight," he said. "How long have you been getting fucked?" I thought back to when I had first met Nathan. I realized that it had been less than a week ago. Now here I was, tweaked out, with my legs up in the air, and a relative stranger forcing his poz raw cock into my hole. "Only about a week," I said. In my horny, tweaked-out state, I couldn't keep up with any story more complex than the simple truth. "Damn, man. No wonder you're so tight. And you're already chasing?" "Chasing?" I asked. I had never heard that phrase before, especially for sex. "You know, bug chasing. Looking for poz guys to infect you." "Yeah. I guess I am chasing." Sean had now gotten his cock all the way in my hole, and was starting to slowly stroke in and out. Between my insatiable desire for raw cock and tina's effectiveness, I knew my hole was opening up nicely for him. "Hot," Sean said. "What about you? Did you chase? Or was it an accident?" "Naw. Once I started seriously partying, and of course, barebacking, I knew it was only a matter of time." He shoved his cock back into me. "I was playing with all kinds of guys, poz, neg and unknown. All raw. I knew it was pointless to try to avoid it." "So, what did you do?" I reached down and grabbed his bony ass. He was small enough that I could grab both cheeks, and pull him deeper in my hole. His body felt so small on top of me, yet his cock was so large and hard inside of me. "I went for it. Whenever I saw a poz guy online, I'd ask him to fuck me raw." He took another of his deep strokes and his eyes closed in pleasure. "Did anyone refuse?" I was wondering how common it was for poz guys to knowingly fuck neg guys. Nathan had fucked me, but then, he had also asked me repeatedly if I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. "Hell no. Every guy wants to fuck raw, no matter what he might say." I had to agree with his assessment, as either a top or a bottom. "Only one guy wasn't sure about it, that is fucking me raw." "And, what happened there?" "I said I'd get him high. And he fucked six poz loads into me over the weekend." "Sweet," I said. "Yeah." Sean leaned in and kissed me. I was having a good time. There was an easy connection developing between us. He was also just fun to talk to, not to mention how good his cock felt buried in my bare ass. We lay there, kissing and fucking, working his cock deeper into my body, and then fucking and kissing some more. He was dripping pre-cum into me the entire time, further lubricating my hole. "How long did it take?" I asked, breaking off our long kiss. "Getting pozzed?" he asked. I nodded. "I don't know. I never got sick. And I waited six months before I got tested." He thrust in deep. "Of course, I tested out poz." We went silent again. He was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close, but I didn't want the fuck to end quite so soon. "Any regrets?" I asked him. "About being poz?" he asked. He shook his head no. "You know that feeling, right as the crystal is hitting, when you have that feeling of complete freedom and total desire for sex?" It was my turn to shake my head, this time agreeing. "It's like that. All the time. I don't worry about who fucks me. Or who I fuck." I smiled. "It sounds nice." "And sometimes, just sometimes," he said, "You get a fucking hot neg guy, with an amazing ass. Who. Wants. My. Poz. Cum." With each word, he thrust his cock into me, emphasizing just whom he was talking about. "And it makes all the petty discomforts completely worthwhile." We took another long pause from talking in order to make out some more. Then he asked, "And you? Why are you doing this?" I paused. It was a question for which I didn't have a good answer. Nor would Sean be the last one to ask me either. I delayed answering by pulling him down and kissing him again. He probed my mouth but after a few moments, he broke it off. "You can't get out of answering that so easily." "I don't know for sure. A week ago, I would have said I was totally top. Bareback, but still a top. Then I met Nathan. And I had to get his cock inside of me." Sean was watching me, smiling. I could feel his cock stiffening slightly in my hole. I continued. "And that he was poz wasn't a worry. It was almost a bonus. Now I just want to not be afraid anymore, to get the inevitable over with. And enjoy the process as much as I can." "I understand. Nathan's damn amazing," he said. It was an interesting comment, said in a tone that implied much more was being left unsaid. I expected for him to be jealous, but there was no trace of it. "Any regrets so far? Any uncertainty?" "Some. It's big step, but so far, this just feels right. The first time Nathan came in me was the most intimate experience I've ever had. And your cock in me raw is almost as amazing." I pulled him into me deep again, and kissed him. "Fuck me. Cum in me, Sean. Breed me good, Sean." "Fuck Jason, I don't want to cum yet. I want this to last." Almost simultaneously, we both turned and looked at the clock on the bed table. Forty-five after. Time had flown by for us, twisted by the crystal into an encounter that was far too short. "Damn. Time's almost up." "I know. Seems too short. Is this going to be the only time?" "Not at all. Nathan knows how to find me. But let's focus on the here and now. Which means getting you bred." "Sounds good to me," I said. Sean grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under my nose. "Do a good hit, Jason," he said. I took a long hit, before Sean took the bottle. He did a hit and then offered it back to me. I shook my head no, but he insisted. "Let yourself go," he said. Reluctantly, I inhaled more of the sweet scent. "Right on, Jason," he said, doing one last quick one himself. "Now, what do you want?" "I want your poz sperm inside of me, Sean." It was a true statement. I was having a great time with Sean, and it seemed perfectly alright and perfectly natural to have him shoot in me. That it was deadly sperm was only an added bonus. It was such a small, intimate thing to give him as a top: to let him cum in me. I couldn't make him pull out. I couldn't think about how it could change me forever. "Please, breed me." "Oh yeah, Jason," he grunted. "I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna cum in your sweet raw ass." He bent down, stuck his tongue in my mouth, and shoved his cock in deep. "I can't hold it any longer," he said. Deep inside of me, his cock stiffened, spurted and injected his toxic cum into me. "Take it, Jason," he said, between frantic kisses. "Please, Sean, give it to me," I said. I was clenching my ass around his cock, trying to milk out every drop of his poz jizz. I was totally in the moment, unable to worry about the danger of this simple fuck. The danger was a part of the turn-on; this innocent-looking young man had a cock that could kill, coupled with a serious drug problem. "Fuck yeah, I'm breeding that hot hole of yours now," he said, pistoning in and out of my ass. I could feel his cockhead rubbing his sperm all over my hole, making sure it smeared across my hole, ready to be absorbed by my body. There were a few more shivers racking Sean's body, as he pumped the last of his load into me. We stayed linked with his cock connecting us. We made out a bit while the last drops of his precious spooge slowly dripped into me. "Thanks," I said. "That was hot." "Fuck yeah," he said. "I hope you get what you need. And I'm glad I could be part of the process." "Me too. I really enjoyed this." We were quiet a bit, kissing while his cock softened. "What's your plans for the rest of the day," I asked. "Not sure," he answered. He shifted slowly, finally letting his cock slide out of my hole. Soon I would need something back in me, but for now, it was enough just to feel his warm semen in my hole. "Still early. Probably head to a bath house and see how many loads I can get." He grabbed a towel from the bed table and wiped off his cock. "You?" "Nathan's got my afternoon planned. You're the first of several. But no idea of who." "Fucking hot. You're gonna have fun." "I hope so. You've set a very high bar." He laughed. "Let's do a hit for the road," he said as he picked up the pipe again. He lit the torch, and held it under the bowl. As the crystal smoked, he did an expert hit, draining the bowl several times. When he finished, he motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I took the hit. It was huge and it filled my lungs. "Hold it for me, Jason," he said. As I held it, he put his cock back in the jockstrap, and pulled on his shorts. "Now," he said, and I got to exhale. The cloud filled the room. "Your turn," he said, handing me the pipe and torch. I lit it up, and started sucking on the stem. I wasn't sure how big of a hit I wanted, but Sean told me what I needed. "Do a big one, Jason." I kept on inhaling, filling my lungs the best I could. "Nice," he said, as I finally pulled the pipe away. "Hold it." I held it as long as I could and motioned for him to shotgun it. We locked lips as I pushed the hit into his mouth. He only took a bit of it, making me exhale the rest. "Fuck Sean," I said. "I'm going to be feeling fearless this afternoon." "That's what I want. You need to enjoy this afternoon." He put away the pipe and lighter, and gathered up his things. He gave me one last kiss. "I want to see you again soon. Hopefully you'll be poz by then." He headed out the door, and I lay back down on the bed, waiting for Nathan to bring the next guy.

Dr Mike – biohazard and healer – Part 1 – The First Office Visit *All of the other stories I have posted have been real life hook ups and connections. This story’s premise is based on real life, but it becomes fiction once I go to Dr Mike’s office as I never did get up the nerve to go.* It was my second summer living in DC and I had been poz for about a year. One of my bareback fuck buddies at the time was a guy who worked for a local non-profit group. Where I was fairly conservative in appearance, Nathan had a nose ring, tats, and sometimes a mowhawk when his head was not shaved, so we always made an unlikely looking pair when we went out. He had a nice dick and loved using his own spit or poz cum for lube when he fucked me and I took his cum every chance I could get. He was the first guy I met who was so open about his status and also got off on it and loved telling me how he was giving me his poz cum when he fucked me as he did not take any meds at all and even resisted getting treated for STDs as long as he could when he had had them. Nathan said he did not take meds because they were more toxic then the bug and he believed in alternative stuff, plus he wanted to make sure that every negative ass he fucked raw when they asked him to pull out would become infected as that turned him the fuck on. One of his tats around his belly button was a biohazard sign. This was 15 years ago so was a pretty out there thing at the time to be proudly displaying your HIV status and that you were a breeder on a mission. When we went to the leather bar or the park there was always one or two guys who knew what it meant, and then would look at me with a wink knowing I was getting his toxic loads. One day I met him at his office to grab a drink and started to rub his dick in the elevator. Nathan laughed and said, “I just cummed a short while ago, so am not really up for a quick one”. I asked, “Who did you fuck?”(we were not exclusive so just curious – voyeur in me). He said, “No one, my doctor sucked him off.” I was like what the fuck? OK, I needed to hear this story over drinks. There were a couple private practice doctors in town then that all of the guys who were poz seemed to go. Nathan went to one of them and told me this doctor – Doctor Mike - was a fucking freak and liked to suck him off every time he went to see him and the doctor did not care what was up, how sick he was, what he had or anything. The doctor had sucked him when he had gonorrhea and other stuff and even drank his piss once in his office. This doctor did not lecture about STDs or safe sex and would just hook him up with whatever antibiotics he needed. I couldn’t believe it, but asked if my friend fucked him too. Nathan told me no, the doctor was a top, but he had heard he fucked all his bottom patients that would let him and he only fucked raw, and that he supposedly had a really big dick. Nathan said he knew a couple bottoms who swore they got syphilis, gonorrhea and some other stuff from him too, and there was a rumor about a couple bottoms who had gone to him to be tested for HIV who were negative until after he fucked them. At this point Nathan laughed, gave me an evil smile, and said the doctor was just like him, a living biohazard, as were most of his patients as the waiting room was nothing but a pick up spot for raw fuckers who just swapped back and forth all the dirty seed they had. I did not have health insurance right then, so was going to a local clinic. Every visit seemed to be nothing but a lecture on safe sex, and god forbid if I asked to be tested to an STD. One time a staffer asked me if I had been fucked with a rubber, I said no and it was like I had killed a baby seal. So, I kept thinking about that doctor my friend told me about and told myself I was interested because he sounded cool, non-judgemental, and provided good care. But I was kidding myself, I had jerked off enough times fantasizing about him to know it was really because he was dangerous and I wanted to see if the rumors were true. A few months later I got a new job and 30 days after that my health insurance kicked in. I decided it was time to leave the clinic and find a primary care physician. I ended up going to a doctor who was considered ‘the best in town on HIV’, he had been on national TV, was handsome and part of a power-gay couple, well known in the community, and all that. But going to his office was like going to the prom. It was full of the young and ‘pretty A-list’ crowd, his staff was condescending and rude, there was a snack and soft drink bar, the office was decorated with fine art, and the doctor always seemed like he had more important things to be doing then being with a patient - me. I said fuck it, time to check out the nasty doctor, so I called Dr. Mike’s office and made an appointment for a late afternoon at the end of week. I must have jerked off three times the day before I saw him fantasizing about all the things Nathan had said. The doctor’s office was in the Northeast part of town in and older brick building. When I got to the office it was a total different scene than the other doctor’s. The office looked old, a bit worn down, and the crowd here looked older – and sick. There were a couple guys in the waiting room who looked gaunt and wasted and near death’s door. Almost all the rest looked like they had HIV or just looked like rough trade from the streets. I almost walked out, telling myself I am not one of them, but on the other hand, my friend said the guys who came here loved to fuck raw, so I was in. The staff at the desk, a middle-aged lady and an older guy, were very nice and polite, and as soon as I sat down a couple of the guys nodded at me, said hi, and made small talk. After filling out all the paperwork, I kept talking to a couple of the guys in the waiting room, and figured my friend was right. These were all guys willing to bareback in an instant and could tell a few seemed pretty well hung – woof! After about 10 minutes the older guy called me up to the desk and handed me a small cup and small brown bag, they needed a urine sample and he directed me the to restrooms just outside the door, down the hall to the left. I entered the door marked RESTROOMS and there was a small hallway with a men’s room on the right, ladies room on the left and a door marked JANITOR at the end. I opened the men’s room, stepped around the corner, and saw that one of the sicker looking guys was standing at one of the stalls. He was tall, thick, long, brownish hair, and had a scar on his right cheek. While I tried not stare at him, I could not help but stare at his dick as he stepped slightly back from the urinal. The thing was long, sort of skinny, with a nice head on it, and curved a bit to the left. He was stroking it hard, looked at me and said, “Do you want to suck me?” I was sort of disgusted and turned on at the same time, and asked him what if someone came in? “You can hear the outer door open so we got time to straighten up before someone comes in. Don’t worry, I’ll listen out,” he said as he kept stroking. I set the urine cup down by the sink, got down on my knees, totally forgetting I came in to piss, and started sucking his dick. His dick was already really slick from precum and spit and tasted pretty funky. I think he smoked as his spit was strong, but I sucked him hard and put my hands on his hips to steady myself. He was really thin and his hips were pretty bony and I paused a moment, realizing he must be full blown, but he had such a nice dick, I just pushed it further down my throat. After a couple minutes the guy started gripping my shoulders tighter and said “Swallow for me, swallow it all.” He then started shooting and I could barely swallow fast enough. The dude might have been sick but fuck he shot a huge load and his cum tasted rank and was real thick and heavy like he had not shot in days. He started humming a little as I kept sucking him until I had every drop. He stepped back, said, “Thanks, boy I needed that,” then left the bathroom. As I savored the taste of his poz load, I realized I had never sucked someone where the bug had totally taken over – is that why his load tasted so rank? Just thinking about it made me even a little harder and I remembered why I was in there and got up and grabbed the urine cup, went into a stall and had a wait a minute for my dick to come down a little in order to fill the cup. I washed my face off to make sure I had no cum drippings on my chin, but did not rinse out my mouth as I wanted to keep tasting his poz load as long as I could. I walked back into the doctor’s office and took the small brown bag with my urine sample up to the desk. The guy looked at me and said, “Did you find it all right?” I blushed a little, said yeah thanks, and turned to find a seat. I did not see the guy I just sucked off, but a couple of the others guys sort of smirked at me, so bet they knew and I blushed even more and sat back down. It was about 30 minutes later and I was the only patient left waiting. The older guy at the desk called me back up, then escorted me through a side door, down a hall that had several rooms with doors closed and set me in one of the exam rooms. He took my temperature, my blood pressure, weighed me, then said the doctor would be with me in a few minutes and left and closed the door. I started thinking about the guy I sucked off in the bathroom and started to get hard again and was adjusting myself when the door opened and the doctor walked in. Dr Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking. He shook my hand (what a grip!), introduced himself, sat on one of those little metal rolling stools, rolled right up in front of me, then asked, “Apologies for making you wait, today was a little hectic with some last minute patients. So guy, what brings you in to see me?” Well I couldn’t tell him it was because my friend said he was a biohazard freak, so I went with the vanilla version of recently got insurance, tested poz last year, have been exploring treatment options, had seen this other doctor and was not comfortable there and a friend recommended him to me. “Who’s your friend?” Dr Mike asked. When I told him Nathan with the nose ring, he smiled and said “Oh yeah, Nathan has been a GOOD patient for a few years now,” as he sort of looked me up and down. “I know some of my colleagues have very strict opinions about certain things, but in my practice I am open to various forms of treatment and will always be honest with my patients. I also ask that you always be honest with me – help me to help you – feel free to ask me any question you want no matter how embarrassing it may seem, and I will take care of you.” Dr Mike asked me to undress down to my shorts and did a quick once over, listened to my heart, looked in my ears, asked me to open my mouth and say aaahhhh. “Now let’s chat a little about your heath and history, he said” Dr Mike asked me a series of questions and in that short few minutes had spent more time on me then the other doctor had in several visits and seemed to care about me as a patient. I was normally shy about that sort of stuff but answered all of his questions as honestly as I could. “Sorry, can you repeat the question please?” I asked, I must not have heard him right. “Do you top or bottom when you have anal intercourse?” Dr Mike asked again. “Bottom,” I said, and Dr. Mike smiled. “And when you have intercourse how often do you use protection, 100%, 50%, 25% of the time or never? And remember, I know your friend,” he said. “Humm, I…ah…well, I guess with my friend never, but with other people I don’t know, it varies I guess, but just mostly not when I am with him.” “So he cums inside you?” Dr Mike asked, and I swear he adjusted his crotch or was I imagining that. “Yeah, he cums in me,” I said as I looked down at the floor. Dr Mike responded, “Now there is nothing to be embarrassed about at all, remember what I said, and good for being honest with me. You know he is HIV positive right? He told you? Were you already positive?” I said, “Yes, but he told me after we fucked, we had been drinking.” Dr Mike smiled and asked, “Did you want him to wear a condom?” I told him, “I don’t know, no, I guess, not really, I just wanted to feel him inside me.” Dr Mike smiled again, made some more notes and kept going. “OK, so now, when was your last sexual activity?” he asked. OH SHIT, “Umm, I uh, Umm, I guess Nathan fucked me two nights ago,” I said. Dr Mike just looked at me with a stern glare, rolled his chair as close as he could, put his hands on my legs, and said again, “When was your last sexual activity?” I looked at the floor again, then him, his smile was gone, so I said, “Well, I sort of sucked a guy off in the bathroom down the hall earlier while I was waiting.” Dr Mike smiled wide and said, “Yeah that was Hank. Tall guy with the scar? I saw him right after that and he told me, like I said my patients are honest with me, just like you are being now and that’s the best for everyone. I also could also smell his cum on your breath when I checked your mouth.” Oh fuck, I was really embarrassed now, damn – but Dr. Mike just patted my leg, smiled, pushed his chair back, “Ok, now get up on the table here for me and take your shorts off.” I was too embarrassed to be turned on at this point or think about what Nathan said, so got naked and got up on the table. The room was pretty warm so my ass immediately made sticking noises on the vinyl as I got myself situated. Dr Mike rolled a small table to the side of the exam table and started to gently touch me all over my body. Usually doctors put on rubber gloves, which made me feel like even more of a pariah once I tested, but Dr Mike did not, he just slowly prodded and rubbed up and down my body. “Some people with HIV develop lumps in their lymph system, so I am checking to see how healthy you are. Looks good so far. Have you ever had any STDs? Syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes? No? Hmmm…,” Dr Mike then stepped to the counter, made a few notes and came back to me. Dr. Mike then started feeling around my crotch area, under my balls, carefully weighing each one in his hand, and then squeezed first one, the other, than both slightly. I moaned a little, he looked at me, smiled, then lifted my dick. “I see you are uncut,” as he rolled the skin back and forth several times and examined my dick. Dr Mike then said, “Please rollover,” which I did as he began running his hands and fingers up and down my back side and legs. When he got to my ass he spread my cheeks apart, ran his fingers up and down my crack, tickled the edge of my hole a little and I moaned loud that time. He seemed to pause, finished checking me, then said, “OK, now I need to check your prostate, so please get up, and bend over the end of the exam table.” As I did he sat back on his rolling stool and scooted the little table with him so that he was behind me. I bent over the edge of the table and Dr Mike said, “Now lay as flat as you can on the table, that’s it, I’m just going to use my finger and make sure everything is ok.” I soon felt his finger pushing at my hole and slide in. He was not wearing gloves, so the heat from his finger, skin on skin, made me moan again before I realized it, but damn it felt good. Dr. Mike worked his finger around inside my ass and as he did my dick started to grow. I couldn’t stop it and reached down to try to hide it. “NO, that’s OK, that’s normal for any patient, but especially one who enjoys being a bottom with anal intercourse,” Dr Mike said as he then pulled his finger out of my ass and said, OK, now hop back up on the table for me”. DAMN! I was so horny and slowly stood back up. Dr Mike scooted his chair back around in front of me and his face was almost level with my still hard dick. I tried to hide it a little by crossing my arms as he said, “I think you are in great health, and we will know more once I get all of your blood work back. While many of my colleagues suggest starting a treatment regimen right away, I do not believe that is necessary if you are still healthy and even then, like I said, there are various treatment programs.” My dick was still hard and ass was twitching, so I was having a hard time focusing but told him I understood. “Do you have any questions?” Dr Mike asked. “I have heard you can get reinfected from having sex without a condom, is that right?” I asked. “No,” Dr Mike said as he smiled, “You cannot get HIV squared so to speak. However, there is HIV-1 and HIV-2. HIV-1 is the most common and HIV-2 is rare and mostly found in West Africa. Some research shows you can pick up new strains, strains that are more intense, more virulent, more resistant, and your body may accept them or not, but if it does, it may develop its own new strain even more powerful than what you were given.” As he said that his eyes got very intense and he adjusted himself again. “I have looked at the labs from your previous bloodwork and you have a very common and what I would consider a mild strain.” Dr Mike then looked at my dick, up at me, and said, “I have one more test I want to conduct before you leave if that is OK. Is that OK?” I said, “Yes, I am happy to do whatever you want” Those must have been the magic words. “OK, now lay on your back again, here let me lower the table just a little, now scoot down all the way to the end but keep your feet on the table,” Dr Mike said as he stood up and went to the end. As I scooted down he lubed up a couple fingers this time then said, “Now lay back, spread your legs, I want to test your prostate again.” I was not sure what was going on, but did as Dr Mike asked and soon had two of his fingers wriggling around in my ass. My dick was streaming precum onto my stomach and I had all I could do not to start jerking off. I did start to moan, not realizing I was when I looked up and saw Dr Mike had a huge smile on his face now and when our eyes met he started fingering my ass faster and harder. Dr Mike then spread my legs apart more, leaned forwarded, and with his fingers still jamming my ass, he took his other hand, pulled my dick back towards him and started sucking me. OH CHRIST! That felt so good and my dick started swelling even more as his mouth work up and down my shaft as his fingers fucked my hole. I started to tremble and shake and moan and the cum started burning down my shaft as I shot into Dr Mike’s mouth. As I shot, he fingered me harder and harder until the last drop was out and my body ached from how hard I cummed. I always shot hard and far, and that one was an intense orgasm. I lay on the exam table panting, as Dr Mike stepped around, bent over my face and kissed me. As Dr Mike’s mouth covered mine and I opened up he spit some of my own cum back into my mouth! I had never had that happen before but swallowed and started swishing my tongue around his mouth looking for more. Dr Mike pulled away, wiped his mouth, his hands, then sat back down on his stool. “Go ahead and get dressed.” Once I was dressed Dr Mike stood up, got real close to me and said, “I hope you enjoyed that. Now what just happened here is between us, alright? You can tell Nathan, but no one else understand? Good.” As he kept talking Dr Mike grabbed my hand and guided it down to his dick. His dick ran down his right pant leg and was huge – oh my fucking god he was big – and HARD!! He continued, “Now, you caught me at the end of the day and I have already shot a couple loads today into a few holes that needed to be rejuiced, but want you to know you got me hard, and I do want to fuck you, do you want me to fuck you?” I just shook my head. “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” he said in almost a whisper as he leaned in even closer, “and I am going to give it to you. Don’t get me wrong, I breed every ass I can with my toxic cum, but I especially like boys like you who have mild strains of HIV and I can’t wait to unload in your ass. I will take care of you, so who better to fuck you raw than your doctor? I also have some other ‘treatment programs’ for you, but you did the first one already.” “What was that?” I asked. “You sucked off Hank, that big dick of his has some raw herpes sores on it,” Dr Mike said, “That’s why he likes getting sucked off in that bathroom because the light is not good and guys don’t see. But I know, I know, and now we got you marked with his herpes dick and cum, so I will take care of you and have made a note in my charts.” “I am not going to jerk off all weekend, so I think you need to come see me Monday morning and we can discuss the next step in your treatment plan,” Dr Mike said. “But isn’t your office closed on Mondays?” I asked. “Yes, but I will be here – for you,” Dr Mike said, “And Monday will be the next step in your treatment program.” As I left Dr Mike’s office that day, his words kept ringing in my ears, “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” and I could not wait to let him take care of me. Stay tuned for Dr Mike – Part 2 – My First Treatment Dr Mike – Part 2 – My First Treatment

CHAPTER 1 From my earliest moment of sexual awakening, I knew something was happening to me. My body was maturing and my mind was taking on thoughts of sex as well as assembling, processing, and storing what I saw in my family, relatives, and even in the public be it in person or via television. I continued to process and refine. I finally knew without a doubt that I was a homosexual--gay. My seeing certain if not most men stimulated my psyche and libido. I became aroused realizing that my pulse had increased, my breathing came in shallow draws, a light sweat appeared on my body, my balls rolled around in their home, my cock pressure intensified on my underwear, and my eyes transfixed on my latest man of desire for the moment. At this same time, I had heard the catcalls and teasing given to perceived gay boys my age. I had heard the sneering remarks and ridicule given to my own kind. As tactfully as possible, I dissuaded most of the crowd with which I ran to turn to other matters at hand such as class assignments when at school, moving on to our intended destination (movie, swimming hole, ice cream, etc.), and athletic events when at competitions. I was a member of the cross country and swim team at my high school. Nothing of a super star--just an average runner and swimmer that allowed me to exercise and rid myself of some frustrating times. I was still growing but at a slower pace hitting the six-foot mark with muscles from running and swimming but also from the work that I did on my family's farm. I kept 160 pounds permanently marked on our bath room scales. I'm sure that part of that was from the black hair I sported all over my arms, legs, and chest. (It was not for nothing that several classmates called me "hairy ape" and "Neanderthal".) The full mat of black hair that covered my pubic region looked like The Black Forest with a darkened cut eight-inch slab of meat containing huge veins running along the top of it. It all went well with my blue eyes, dark skin--no one seems to know how that happened--short cropped hair, and the seemingly ever-present stubble of black hair on my face which hid my dimples mostly. I tell you all of this not out of pride necessarily, though I am proud, but to give you an idea of who I am. Of course, during the summer I wore very little as I worked around the family farm. This only enhanced my dark skin. The work also improved on my muscles and strength. One of the three ponds on our farm gave me the opportunity to swim to keep up my skill for competition but also was a problem in that they never contained clear water and didn't have the sides allowing me to push off to serve as my end of a lap. No complaints; just making an observation. So, once I hit high school, I found that there was a rumour mill that gave information to anyone who was plugged into it. Naturally, everything reported was always the truth--even when it wasn't and could be proved to be less than factually accurate. There was always some new topic that would pop up and make the rounds though. One had to decide for one's self if such was true as there just wasn't any real proof one way or another. Which led to a topic that got started about mid-year. The grapevine got all noisy late January. No one knows or admits to starting the information around the school. The topic was the local YMCA which was located downtown of course. No one could explain--nor did anyone ask--how the information was obtained but the word spread that the Y had a steam room where queers would hook up and suck cock. Now, that both excited me and made me skeptical as usual of the accuracy of the information. I just could not fathom that as a reality. The rumour kept up for about a month with it slowly fading out in importance to other more pressing high school factual rumours. However, I filed the information away for possible future reference and investigation if the opportunity arose. So, here I was a relatively new admitted gay male who had finally found out a meeting place for other males like myself. I had no clue when I could act on such information but knew that the first opportunity that availed itself for such I would investigate.

I saw an open sign when I walked past Eros today, confirmed that on their website too. Has anyone been there since they reopen?

Nice. I like the not pushing Charlie too quickly bit too. Nice touch building the scene for the coming chapter. Hope it’s cuming soon

Does that translate to "People don't want to give me free stuff any more, now that they realize they can charge for it"?

@losolent another great chapter 🙂

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Hi, 35 yr old bi guy here. Been a long time since i took a load, my first actually, and hopefully thisweek i am meeting up with a realy hot guy, totally my type, who seems sound too, for some serious hot raw sex. been aching to take a load again and this guy is into leather and jocks so hopefully by end of the week my gay fantasy of being in boots and a jock getting bred by a hot daddy will have cum true! always had a gay side to me, always hid it. i would go to saunas the very odd time and never really liked it. ended up topping more than often! i would go years betwewn gay hookups. eventually i got so horny and wild for the thought of raw sex i hooked up with an older guy who really showed mehow fucking intense and plesurable gay sex can be. was a few hours of sucking and rimming and then he showed me how to really take a cock...i was in heaven! i shot my load twice and after about 45 mins hebred me...he said he saved up and i am sure i felt it! it was unreal to finally be fucked like that! i wanted to see him again, he was telling me how much he enjoyed my blowjobs and we talked about piss and bondage but he decided to go back to his partner so.... that wasYEARS ago...i joined bbrt and met a few guys but mostly timewasters/ i always seen this gorgeous, muscular, firm daddy in his 50s with a very big, thick uncut cock. i never messageed him coz i thought he wouldnt be into it! i did and to my surpirse he was very much into me! we got chatting and i did something i never do, gave him my number. so we talked a bit and he seems understanding, chilled, nice and open. also very fucking horny! the pandemic stopped us from meeting but we kept in touch. i told him of my fantasies and the like and he was more than happy to indulge me! its been a few months and like i said years since my first and only load but i am too damn horny now! he wants to have a long session, bring some leather and a jock for me, is more than happy to breed me at least twice if not more he said over the night and if we enjoy it then just keep it as an occassional thing. which i am hoping for because it can only get better! as much as i love women and enjoy sex with them,there is this deep urge in me to satisfy! i am not going to waste my time in saunas or the like. i have done plenty of research and assessd the risks and have taken precautions...i have fantasised about this kind of guy and arrangement for ages and i just cant wait to spend a few hours indulging that part of me... thought i would join here instead of lurking and maybe learn some tips and tricks lol!

Owen Powers does it for me. That boy is so greedy you can see it on his face. Handsome and a total pig. Love him.

Decided to celebrate the Democratic win by being super slutty. Went over to a fuckbud and his boyfriend's to hang out, drink, smoke and play some games. He's a chubby dominant Filipino guy and his boyfriend is a hairy bearded cub. First load was from my buddy who quickly came over to me on the couch when his boyfriend was taking a cigarette break outside. We made out a bit, then he pulled out his hard cock and had me suck it before pulling his dick out and shooting his load into my open mouth. I thought that would be it, but as I was leaving around 4am, they invited me up to the bedroom to fool around. First me and the bearded boyfriend made out, I sucked him a bit and then we both pigged out on each other's armpits while his boyfriend watched us with his hard dick in hand. Everyone traded oral and rimmed each other (the bearded guy I'd never played with had an amazing hairy ass) and then they both went to town tag teaming my slutty hole and each bred me. After cuddling and making out, bearded guy went downstairs for a drink and the Fillipino guy fucked a second load into me. One of the best experiences I've ever had. Went home with 3 loads in my ass and 1 down my throat.

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I’ve been to Toyko regularly, some guys wear masks and some don’t but it seems business as usual. Only been to Southern Nights a couple times and similar there. Also been going to Xion after hours club at BJ’s on Saturday’s (3am-7am) and hardly anyone wearing masks. Anyway I’ve been getting fucked a lot at all places! I’d be happy to go with you guys sometime. Hit me up here or on BBRT (boybottom4use). Total bottom cumdump slut here.

I love Dark rooms, One time i was there It was getting busy and crowded in the darkened steam room, almost pitch black, very small and dim red exit light, small room and hot steam, sweaty naked men everywhere. A young guy who had been rimming me was now attempting to fuck my hole, i let him in he fucked me quick and hard, He groaned and shot his load up me, kissed back of my head and thanked me, told me i was a good fuck and left. A guy who had been sucking my cock was now rimming the previous guys load out of my ass. He beckoned for this other bloke to fuck me and he did and also my mouth was being used non stop by others cumming in it, it was like a frenzy. I was greedy for dick and taste of anonymous cum and I had to popper up numerous times, i must have been fucked about 10 times and took so many loads mostly in my ass and some in my mouth . I had knee trembles when trying to stand up straight, sometimes being pushed back down so a bloke could slide up my cummy arse. I stank of spunk and sweat, i never washed off , i just got dressed and went home, i could still smell some of the guys on me and the loads were gradually seeping out of my ass. That is why I love the dark/Steam room, my inhibitions go and i just love bending over and being fucked by anyone who wants to use and take me. Wish times were back to that.

SeeBefore I knew it a year had gone by. We buried my wife settled her estate. It turned out to be more sizable than I knew. Turns out she was a trust fund baby which I knew. But what I didn't know was how big the trust fund was. I was left with the ability to live modestly without ever having to work again. My younger son never came back home. He couldn't stand to be around family, his brother and i, without getting really depressed. He stayed with my in-laws. We had a good relationship but he wouldn't live with me anymore. He decided to go to England to private school and the grandparents foot the bill. My older son went off to college. The last couple of weeks my older son and I spent together before he went off to college we slept in the same bed every night. We made love most every night. I came to really enjoy my own son's beautiful body. Leaving my seed in him. Taking his seed into me. His first night in his dorm room his roommate hadn't showed up, so I stayed that night and christened his dorm room. I fucked him in his bed then we flipped and he fucked me in his roommate's bed. The next day his roommate showed up. He was a hot Hispanic boy. Nice brown skin, jet black hair. Totally white smile. Awesome personality. And fit as fuck. The two of them hit off right away. I was glad to see that. I was hoping they would get to have the kind of roommate relationship where they would satisfy each other. I took them both to dinner that night and as we were getting ready to go the roommate stripped off his shirt to put on a clean one. There over his left peck was a nice simple black, jet black biohazard tattoo. My cock immediately got hard and my son gave me a side long look. The roommate's name was Mario. when Mario stepped out to hit the john before we left my son and I talked about how hot he was and how hot it is that he has to biohazard tat. We were both hard and dripping by this time . We both wanted a piece of Mario. Mario came back and we headed out the door. I would swear he was checking out our crotches as we left. We had a great dinner together. Mario is a great guy and he and my son got along really well. As a matter of fact there seem to be quite a spark there. I couldn't stay another night so I dropped them off at the dorm. when I left them in front of the building I had little doubt that they would be sucking and fucking before the night was done. My son had gone back on prep so that meant there would be some bareback fun happening in the dorm tonight. I got back home and fell into a routine. I had built a new house out on the lake. It was a sleek modern house with a deck that went out into the water. I loved sitting out on the deck at night sometimes sleeping under the stars. I hadn't thought again about bug chasing. Life had been too strange. But now alone in the house the thought of it popped back up. I thought about my son and Mario fucking. I thought about Mario's poz seed filling up my son's body. I fantasized about my son throwing away his prep and letting Mario infect his hole. Letting Mario give him his virus. I had, oddly enough returned to church work. It's what I knew. it was familiar. And I was good at it. My sex life stayed pretty much in the closet for a while. I wasn't going to the porno stores very much. Even then I was just mostly sucking dick. I had not been back to the park where I first got poz fucked. But that desire started growing in me again. Mario and my son came home for Thanksgiving. By then it was obvious they were a couple. The last morning they were there, when they were scheduled to leave, I came down to make breakfast early. Mario was in the kitchen already making coffee. He was wearing some tight shorts and no shirt. His ass was perfectly round and looked hard and utterly edible. I the stood in the doorway and watched him. The way he moved was graceful and masculine. He said good morning and I good morninged back. He turn around to face me and we chatted for a couple of minutes as we chatted he came closer to me. I reached up and touched the biohazard tattoo. I told him it was hot. That I found poz guys to be a total turn on. I asked him how long he had been HIV positive. He told me his story. He was 16 and had just started experimenting. He went to a local cruise spot and started sucking cock. Soon things got out of hand and three guys dragged him off into the woods. By the time they were done he had three loads of his ass and two down his throat. He got sick a couple weeks later and about a year later had tested; he was positive. He said for a while he was really angry and would go around to the cruise spots and fuck unsuspecting guys. He got off on giving them the virus. Especially the married guys. He would seduce other boys and make them positive. He had a boyfriend for a while and that calmed him down. He was only slutty when he was single. He also told me he really loved my son and was committed to him. That he wasn't fucking around anymore. I asked Mario if he was planning on converting my son. If he planned on giving my son HIV and aids. Mario blushed and said that my son had been begging him to go off his meds. My son had thrown away his prep. He wanted to be fully connected to Mario that included carrying his virus. By now my cock was full hard. It was obvious. Mario was hard too. I reached down and grabbed the outline of his cock. And told him it was too bad he wasn't fucking around. Because I would love to leave my seed in his ass. I'd love to have him leave his seed in my ass. Mario glanced back down the hallway where my son's room was. Without a word he spun me around and pushed me up against the counter. With one hand he pushed my head down and bent me over. With the other hand he started stripping down my shorts. The next thing I knew his tongue was buried up in my hole. I was moaning like a whore. I couldn't believe this hot guy was about to fuck me. This hot poz guy was about to load my hole. My son' s boyfriend was gonna breed me. "Wait," I said to him."I thought you weren't going to fuck around on my son. I thought you were monogamous." He stopped tonguing my hole long enough to tell me that it was all in the family. That my son had told him all about our sexual adventures. That he thought it was so hot that my son and I fucked each other. And that he wanted to be a part of that. He went right back to eating my ass. I couldn't believe how good his tongue felt flicking around my hole. Pushing up into my body. Getting me wet and slick with this spit. I pushed back onto him. Grinding my ass against his face. I reached back and held his head in place, helping him push his tongue further up into me. Prepping my hole. Loosening it for his cock. I started moaning and begging for him to fuck me. "Fuck me mario. Fuck me now. Slide that cock up into me. Give me that seed. Give me that seed that's been in my son. Make us all a family. Give me your AIDS babies." Mario kissed his way up my back and as he reached my neck I felt the tip of his cock slide up between my ass cheeks. His aim was perfect. His cock hit my hole and started pushing in. I pushed out against him. That cock parted my hole so smoothly. I moaned loud and he clamped his hand over my mouth. "Shut up" he whispered,"this one is just between you and me. Keep quiet." I pushed back against him harder. The length of his cock slid up in me. I felt his balls against my ass cheeks. I started moving my hips in rhythm. Moaning. Begging him to breed me. He started pulling all the way out pushing back in, all the way out pushing back in. Pounding my hole really hard. His breathing got ragged. We both knew he wouldn't last long. My cock was rock hard and every time he pounded his cock deep into my hole my cock throbbed. Pre cum was gushing out of the tip. Mario was moaning. "fuck. fuck. Fuck. Feels so good. Just like your son." He picked up the pace. He was pounding my ass hard with long strokes. Fast strokes. It didn't take long before my gut knotted up. I started having that beautiful internal orgasm that guys have when they're getting fucked. My prostate spasmed, my cock spasmed. I began shooting rope after rope of cum onto the front of the counter. Moaning loud like a whore. Mario put his hand over my mouth again and told me to shut up. And as he did he pushed deep into my hole and held it there panting moaning to himself. I felt his cock expanding pulsing. I felt him shooting his cum deep into my body. I felt him unloading his toxic seed deep into my body. We stayed locked like that for a couple of minutes. Then his cock softened and slid out of my hole. I clinched up really fast to hold all his seed inside me. I turned around went to my knees. Cleaned up his dick. His cum was sweet. I stood back up and we kissed. A Long deep kiss. Nothing more was said between us. He pulled up his shorts and grabbed a couple of cups of coffee for he and my son. I just stood there and slowly reached down pulled my shorts back up. I turned around and licked my own come from the front of the counters. I stood and took a deep breath. My whole felt slick. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I grabbed my own cup of coffee and went back to my bedroom. I was still horny as fuck. I laid back on my bed and fingered my hole. I licked his cum off my fingers. And jerked myself slowly. I climaxed again. Shooting a ton of jizz all over my abdomen. I had not come like that in years. I dozed off for a few minutes. Next thing I knew my son was knocking on my bedroom door. "Hey Dad," he said "it's late. We've got to head out to get back to campus on time." I jumped out of bed threw on my shorts and t-shirt. I hugged my son. I apologized for not having breakfast for them. My son smiled at me a weird kind of knowing smile. "I understand dad" he said. "We'll get breakfast on the way." We walked out to the car together. Mario was there waiting. I hugged my son and gave him a kiss. A real kiss. Since Mario knew about us I didn't figure it would be a problem. My son got into the car. I walked around and gave Mario a hug and told him I look forward to christmas. Mario hugged me back. He leaned in and whispered, "I went off my meds two weeks ago. I could be toxic now." He stepped back and winked at me, "Christmas will definitely be a lot of fun." He smiled and jumped in the car. They drove off. And I went in the house, put on some running clothes, and headed off to the cruise park.

Last week at a adult bookstore in Montgomeryville PA. A friend planned to meet me there. I got the usual booth with windows on both sides so others could watch. I stripped naked then he walked in. With guys watching on both sides and the door not closed completely, I got on my knees and stripped him naked. Then I sucked him to get him hard then turned around and he fucked me raw and sort of yelled when he came in me. Then I knelt down and sucked him clean then swallowed his piss. After he dressed and left I signalled for the two watching to come in my booth. Sadly neither wanted to, but I left with a smile, and cum dripping down my legs.

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!

If you ever get to Dallas, I'll line up guys for you.

Aw man, don't get me started on this topic, again....🐷

At the baths a couple weeks ago - doin' my regular party, leather, whore thing. I guess it was around 3 am on Saturday morning when I saw these two leather guys in one of the double rooms. The 'boy' was probably around 30, built, pierced nipples, leather harness and chaps. His 'Daddy' was closer to my age (mid 50s) good shape, but thinner, also in a leather harness and chaps. They were kicked back on the bed smoking cigarettes - looked like they were takin' a break. We all nodded at each other, and then I moved on down the hallway toward my room. Fuck! I couldn't decide if I wanted to fuck the boy, or get fucked by his Daddy - and that was assuming they wanted a third party.... I shut the door to my room, grabbed my glass pipe and started warming the bowl with my torch. There was still plenty of T left in the bottom - and in less than a minute I was inhaling a thick column of white smoke deep into my lungs. I lay back and fingered my warm hole while the drug leached into my bloodstream - a combination of cum and lube oozing out onto the black rubber sheet I'd brought with me. My cock wasn't totally ruined by Tina, but it sure wasn't rock hard either. I sat up and fished through my duffle bag until I found the brown pill bottle that held an assortment of favors - X, V, K and more T. I shook a half of a 'little blue pill' out and washed it down with some water. Now I needed to wait about 30 minutes. I took off the two cheap rubber cockrings that I was wearing to make sure my cock had plenty of blood flow, but left the heavy chrome donut ring in place. Even soft, I had to admire the thickness of my pierced cock. It had made many men happy over the years. And even though I consider myself more of a bottom, I still like seeing my meat disappear into a hot man's fuckhole! I laid back with a cigarette and watched Corey Jay fuck himself with a huge dildo on the tiny TV in the room. It was some sort of jail/cop scene, and he was showing the rest of the prisoners how to take cock. Fuck, he's hot! Wish I'd brought my portable DVD player and some BB movies. Nuthin' gets me hornier than seein' big, gapin' muscleholes drippin' cum, or takin' a leatherman's fist. The Viagra was startin' to kick in - my cock was fillin' out with no effort on my part! I smeared some grease on my balls and cinched a leather ballstretcher tightly around them. Pulled my leather harness over my head and snapped on some wide leather armbands above my biceps. Damn! Seeing my reflection in the mirror, I looked pretty fuckin' hot! "Fuck yeah!" I said quietly, boosting my confidence before going on the prowl. It was late, and I was on the 3rd floor, so I didn't worry about walkin' around without a towel or jock. Hell, I wanted everyone to get a good look at my swollen meat. With the cockring, ballstretcher and "00" gauge PA, it was one mean lookin' fucktool. And the Viagra gave it a mind of its own! One last look in the mirror, and I headed out into the hallway. I passed a coupla young twinks who gave me the onceover and giggled nervously as they ran on past. I stuck my head in a few open doorways where a muscled ass would raise off the bed begging to be bred. One room had a guy leaning back against one of the black-painted plywood walls while a hungry cocksucker on his knees slobbered all over his hard cock. I nodded my approval to the top, and he grinned back, sharing the brotherhood of power that a man's pulsing cock holds over a hungry pig. I was almost to the end of the hallway where my boy/Daddy duo had the corner room. The door was still open, and a couple of guys in towels were standing just outside checking out the occupants. They weren't bad looking, but it didn't look like they were into the leather scene (though looks are often deceiving...). My cock twitched at the thought of the 'boy's' rounded ass, framed by his black leather chaps. Being taller than the two guys at the door, I was able to look over their heads into the room. Daddy and boy were still propped on the bed, occasionally taking a drag off their cigarettes. The fluctuating light from the X-rated video gave a kind of strobe effect on their bodies, allowing only bits and pieces to be seen at any one time. They were both slowly stroking their cocks - not really jacking off - just keeping them semihard and showing them off. Daddy was closest to the door, but I think boy noticed me first. He leaned over to Daddy and whispered something in his ear. Daddy slowly nodded and whispered something back. Daddy got up and walked over to the door, reached between the two gawkers, and pulled me by my harness into the room! boy scooted over on the bed, making room for me, while Daddy shut the door and dug through one of their bags on the floor. I was quickly pushed down on the bed and boy swallowed my Viagra-stiff cock in his warm mouth. We were in a 69 position with my boots on the floor and boy's thick cock dangling in my face. I wrapped my hands around his muscular, leather-wrapped thighs, and took his cock in my mouth. In the near-darkness, I could hear Daddy moving around the small room, occasionally growling words of encouragement as he watched his boy service my cock. "That's it boy - suck that big cock. Show 'im what a whore you are. Fuckin' leatherpigwhore! Yeah...that's it! Get it good an' wet... polish that ring, boy...damn he's got a big dick!" I felt Daddy's hand wrap around my leather-wrapped nutsack and give it a slow tug. "Mmmmmmmm," I moaned, not able to say anything with cock stuffed in my mouth. The tension from his hand and boy's sucking made my cock throb to full hardness. My hands wandered from boy's thighs inward to the crack of his musclebutt. He adjusted his legs a little, giving be better access to his butt, and my right index finger found his lubed hole! Just as my finger slid in the boy's hole, Daddy slid his finger in mine. I faked a flinch and a moan of pain, trying to give the effect that I didn't get fucked - much. The more I worked the boy's hole, the more Daddy worked mine. He pulled out for a few seconds, and when he slid his finger back in, I felt that familiar burn! "Oww!" I said, tightening my greasy hole. "Oh, sorry," Daddy said calmly. "I didn't mean to hurt you." The burn spread throughout my hole, turning into a throbbing warmth. I had just been stealthbumped! Our little game continued, with two more booty bumps that I faked not knowing about. I was really hungry now, and needed his cock in my hole. It was all I could do not to throw the boy off, and take his Daddy's cock in me. It wasn't long before I felt the fat cockhead poking my buzzed sphincter. I thought I'd have a little more fun - reaching down, I stroked his fat cock, feeling its heat. "Ya got a rubber, man?" I mumbled, with the boy's cock thumping on my chest. He paused; then reached over to the bedside table and grabbed one of the cheap, foil- wrapped condoms provided by the bathhouse. I glanced toward the wall, and could see him stretching the thin rubber with his thumb until it broke! He rolled the thin rubber onto his cock, and let me feel the ridge at the base of his meat. Satisfied...I spread my legs and let him slide into me. "Fucccckkkkkk!" I moaned, not so much out of pain or ecstasy, but more out of satisfaction that I finally had an almost raw cock fucking me. boy sat up, straddling my face and pinning me down with his muscular ass. I could tell they were kissing, obviously satisfied that their stealth bumping and stealth raw fucking had worked. Daddy picked up the pace of his fucking, and it felt like the shredded condom was rolling back on his cock like a cockring! "Yeah Daddy! Fuck him! Fuck his whore hole!" boy chanted, enjoying watching his Dad's thick cock breeding a strange fuckhole. "Oh fuck! Yeah! Fuck me! Yeah! Unggh! Fuck! Unnggghhh!" I panted, enjoying every deep thrust from the hot leatherman. I heard the two of them whispering, but couldn't hear what they were saying - but I was soon to find out. boy had grabbed the bag of "T" and sprinkled some on his Daddy's cock. More burn as he slid back in - I didn't care now - just enjoying the ride! "I think he likes your dick, Dad!" boy observed. "Yeah! He's good 'n' open now, son. Ya wanna give him a try?" he offered. boy climbed off my face and walked toward the edge of the bed. I was sad to give up the sweaty/cummy smell of his ass, but couldn't wait to get that young, hard cock in me. He was hung thicker than his Daddy, and had a beautiful, thick foreskin that covered his cockhead even when hard. A thick vein ran down the top of the shaft, making it look even thicker. Damn, I needed that dick in me - - - NOW! As Daddy pulled out, I looked down at the remains of the condom hanging from his cock. I tried to give a horrified look - to which he just gave me an evil grin. He knew that I was too fucked up to protest, as his boy pushed my legs back and sank his uncovered cock deep into my pulsing chute. "Holy shit!" I hissed, staring at the two of them with unblinking, drugged eyes. "Fuck!" was all I could say, as my tweeked body gave in completely to the stealth chemfuck! The boy's cock was everything I could have hoped for - rock hard, beercan thick, and burning hot in my ass! The two studs took turns pounding my ass for what seemed like hours. Both had also been partying (I found out later), so neither was able to load me with cum. But on an occasional break, they would open their door to the hallway, and invite strangers to come in and fuck me. Any loads were fucked in deeper by Daddy or his boy. - - - "You havin' a good time, pig?" Daddy asked. "Fuck, yeah!" I grinned back, fingering my vibrating hole. "You know why you're havin' such a good time?" he asked. " 'Cause I'm with two hot guys?" I answered dumbly. "Well, there is that," he grinned, leaning over and kissing his boy deeply. "But, we've been feeding your ass with crystal meth the whole time, an' you are so fuckin' high right now, that you'd do anything to get your hole plowed!" he said, holding up a nearly empty baggy of white crystals. "An' you remember how worried you were about gettin' fucked without a rubber? Well, you've been takin' both our raw poz cocks since we started - - - plus all the guys we brought in here to fuck you are buddies of ours - an' you're full o' poz cum right now. Whachoo think o' that, pig?" he snarled. "I don't fuckin' care, sir. This is the best fuckin' time I've ever had - - - an' I want more of it!" I said staring deeply into his black eyes. "That's my boy!" he grinned, licking his index finger, dipping it in the baggy and shoving the bump up my hole. When I heard my room number being called for renewal, I asked if they were going to be around for awhile. "Yeah - we're here for the weekend - maybe longer," Daddy replied, stroking his glistening cock. I excused myself, and went back to my room to get my towel and go downstairs to renew for another 8 hours.On the way back, I stopped in my room, drank a whole liter of water, smoked a cigarette and fired up my glass pipe (like I needed it!). Amazingly, the Viagra was still working, and my cock was still pretty hard. I went back to their room, and we continued playing on and off until Sunday afternoon. By that time, I had fucked both of them, and we had progressed to dildos and fists - - - and the occasional hung stranger . I never let on that I knew about their stealthing from the beginning - - - knowing that it helped to fuel their fantasy about turning a safesex puritan into a raw, Tina whore!

I can't imagine being neg now - and I wouldn't want to go back to it either

He's TwinkFeet on NastKinkpigs

Part XIX I finally got up and went inside, my mind still completely messed up and conflicted. I needed to find my clothes and get clear away from here where I could actually think. Around here there were several guys now and seemed like they were all either running around nude or sucking and fucking. Made it hard to think straight with the way I had been fucked for the last two days. Found one of my friends and asked if he knew where my clothes were and he said they were either in the sling room or the bedroom upstairs. He wanted to know what I wanted with them or even needed them for? I told him I needed to get away to think. He just kind of shook his head and told me he didn't think I needed to make a decision as it seemed to be already made the way I was taking cock and cum in me. I just smiled and told him I had to do it. He then told me he would look around also and I headed for the sling room as it was on this floor anyway. Entering the room, I noticed there was a guy strapped in the sling tight. Must be a newbie I thought and he was being pounded good and hard and seemed to be at least 4 or 5 guys in line waiting for their turn. I pretty much searched everywhere I could in there but no sign of any of my clothes. I then headed upstairs to the bedroom to look. When I entered there, there were three guys on the bed and the bottom had both cocks in him being used for a nice DP. One of them looked around and I told him to not mind me, I was just looking for my clothes. I looked under the bed, behind the dresser and in the closet but no luck at all. Where the hell were my clothes at? I know I had some when we left the bar to come here and one of my friends told me they had stripped me when we got here so they had to be somewhere around. My horniness was finally going away as I searched. I then tried the bathroom. Not being horny and being alone in the bathroom my mind finally started to think a bit clearer. I looked at my self in the mirror and thought, oh hell, I need a shower badly. I was a mess. I opened a cabinet in there and found clean towels and turned on the water in the shower and as soon as the heat kicked in I jumped in. I scrubbed myself and the hot water felt so good. My muscles seemed to all ache from the ass pounding I had taken. I took particular care to turn my ass to the water and spread my cheeks to let the water run down my crack and then soaped and washed there good. God it was sore but felt much better now. Finally I got out and toweled off. Then I noticed a hamper I hadn't seen before. I opened it up to throw the towel in and lo and behold there seemed to be my clothes finally. I searched through the hamper and came up with my jeans, shirt and socks, but that was it, no underwear or my sneakers. Oh, well I didn't really need the underwear anyway but would have to find my shoes somehow. Before getting dressed I walked over to the sink to look in the mirror and decided I would comb my hair first. Just as I got my hair combed the door opened up and in walked my poz bud from the parade, his house, and three of my work buddies. They all wanted to know how I was feeling. I told them I was much better now that I had taken a shower and found most of my clothes. The parade guy told me my shoes were in the hall closet by the front door. They told me I had not had underwear on when we got here and that I must have lost them at the bar which brought a good laugh for everyone. Then they all wanted to know if I had decided anything yet or not. One of my work buddies said I had gotten a phone call from my wife and she had been told we were all drinking and playing poker. That brought another laugh as one of my buddies said poker hell it was definitely pokhim. I had while taking a shower and relaxed good actually had come to a decision and told them I had decided that I did not really want to become poz and was going to head out to the hospital and get some PEP again. I told them that maybe later on I would go for it but didn't think I was really ready yet. They were all frowning at that announcement though. They then told me I needed to see something else first.

Part XVIII I laid down on the bed and tried to think what I had been doing? I went to a bar to help a gay friend get his ass filled with as much poz cum as possible so he could join our other buddies like that. While there we had all gotten pretty drunk and me probably more so than the others. I know buddy had been in the so-called back room there and had taken a good dozen or more poz loads, but according to my friends, I had ended up joining him there and had also taken about that many loads in my STRAIGHT ass also. What the hell? Then to top it off, I was so drunk they basically had to pour me into a car which ended up at the poz guy's place from the parade we had been to. There, because I was so drunk and also pretty much passed out, they had stripped me and put me in his sling to sleep. While in that sling, several more guys had used my ass as a cum dump, all poz, all night long. Then guy who lived there got me out of the sling and into his bed and had again fucked me there. I had finally woke up in the late afternoon with his cock still in me and getting harder by the second and he had fucked me again and filled my hole more. Then buddies came in and fucked me and then into the night again, more and more. Now, here it was Sunday morning and I was just really coming around and finding out that I had, since Friday night, probably taken 50 or more, all poz, loads in my ass and had a butt plug in me holding it all in me. WOW My mind was completely blown away. My ass was sore as hell and since I had cum quite a few times myself, my own cock and balls were aching also. I had a lot to think about for sure. What do I do now? I know I loved my wife still and loved pussy but I just can't seem to resist cock now either and knowing it was poz just seemed to excite me all the more. I found myself craving more even now with my ass so sore I could hardly sit. I also know catching it is a life sentence but do I really want that or not? I don't have much time to decide as I had looked up the window for getting PeP and was at about 36 hours or so since my first exposure Friday night. I have to figure out what to do soon. It wasn't helping much as guys kept walking through the bedroom to the toilet, naked, and some with semi or fully hard cocks. I could also see them pass back and forth in the hallway at times too. Just seeing a cock now had me excited and more in need of one. I shouldn't until I can think straight and figure out my total feelings. Should I just embrace what I am doing and keep getting fucked and become poz or get the hell out of there and get to the doc and get it hopefully stopped. What a decision for a guy who had never even thought about sex with another guy until the pride parade and now, wow, how many cocks and loads had been in me since. 70, 80, nobody really had an exact amount, but had to be a hell of a bunch for a STRAIGHT guy. LOL I couldn't find my clothes but did find a pair of cut off jean shorts that fit pretty well. Put them on and headed out of the bedroom to check the house out and see if I could get at least a piece of toast to eat as I hadn't eaten since Friday supper and now it was Sunday noon or close to it. I found the stairs and went down. I found out the bottom seemed to be just off of the livingroom. I entered there and could see another opening into what looked to be the dining room and headed that way thinking it was probably closer to the kitchen anyway. As I entered the dining room I heard a noise coming from my right and turned that way to look. I could see another open doorway and headed towards it to see if someone could direct me to the kitchen. I got to the doorway and found there was a quite large room beyond it and it seemed to be set up for one thing only, SEX. There was the sling I was learning to know so well, a bench of some kind, straps and chains seem to be hooked to the wall on one side and on the far end of the room were shelves that looked from where I was to be loaded up with about every type of sex toy you could imagine. This was not the only thing. There were at least a dozen guys in there and all doing some form of sex with each other. I was able to recognize a couple of my work friends and then spotted the owner and bud from the parade. Just as I spotted him and he saw me, I felt a hand from behind me grab my ass and work it's way up the leg of the shorts to my hole in nothing flat. I turned to see who and it was the guy from the parade who had originally popped my anal cherry. He smiled and said hi, that ass still looks and feels so good I couldn't resist touching. We both laughed a little. The owner made his way over to us then and wanted to know if I was ready for some more play? I told him no, I was hoping to get him to let me get a bite to eat as I was starving. He grinned and told me he had something to feed me, but told me to just follow him. He was laughing at his own joke but led me to the kitchen. He asked what I wanted and I told him that anything would do, I just needed something in my stomach. He told me I had to have had something in there as he was sure I had swallowed a few loads also. He rummage in his fridge and came up with sausage and eggs and asked if that would be good. I told him that looked great to me. He started fixing them and put some bread in to toast. Didn't take long and we were both sitting on his pation eating an extremely great meal. As we ate we talked. He told me he could tell I was conflicted, it showed in my face. I agreed and told him I had no idea what to do. What I was becoming or anything? He told me he had been that way a few years ago also. He had dated women and then, like me had got drunk at the 'wrong' time? He had been fucked by three poz guys and had not realized what it meant at the time and there was no PEP then either. He had definitely got the socalled normal fuck flu and finally had gotten tested to find out he was poz. He had no idea either what to do but after thinking about it for a while had decided he liked the gay play more than pussy and went with it ever since. He also fantastically enjoyed pozzing others and found out he was having the best sex he had ever had now. He also explained that it might not be for everyone. Some guys totally freaked about it and never recovered fully. Some were soso about it and then there were the, actually, few, like him, who embraced it fully and went for it and enjoyed every minute of it. He told me he had tried meds before but some side effects he didn't like and went off of them for long periods and spread his viral load a lot during those times and then would go back until undectable again. I told him he was right, I was conflicted terribly about it. I found I loved being fucked by a lot of guys and finding them poz got me so worked up I could hardly sit still, but, at the same time I was married and didn't want to be poz either. I told him this whole damn conversation kept me worked up even and my damn cock was right this minute hard as a rock talking about it. What the hell should I do? He told me he had no answer really as it had to be my own decision about what was right for me. He then said he would love to help me get rid of that 'hard' distraction though. We both laughed good then, which kind of helped take the edge off of the talk. He then slid off of his chair and under the table and before I knew it my cock was swallowed down his throat as he started to suck me. I almost came unglued it felt so good. He sucked me for a bit and then slid my chair back more and all at once picked me up without losing my cock out of his mouth and then set me down on one of the chaise loungers on the patio. He continued to suck me and it did not take long before I felt my balls churn and I was erupting down his throat. As I was finishing cumming and before I, again, knew what was up, he all at once pushed me further up on the seat and lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and plunged his own cock deep into my ass in one thrust. I was caught off guard and groaned as that huge cock rammed all the way into me and then he was pounding my sore hole hard. In only about 10 minutes he ground his cock in as deep as he could push it and I felt it throbbing as he pumped another load of his charged cum deep inside me. As we both caught our breath, he told me to now start thinking about what I wanted to do and let him know soon. He then got up and went inside leaving me laying there trying to think and not being able to form a cohesive thought even. WOW WHAT THE HELL TO DO?

The day I tested poz I was so turned on. I went to the bathhouse and unloaded in 3 or 4 cumdumps.

Part XII A couple of buds were getting antsy as the time approached for THE door to open and headed over to get in line. That basically left a couple of us to help get our neg bud to the door and in there as he was getting pretty much wasted. Another round of drinks and not only him but I was feeling the hell out of them too and I had to help get him to the door and in there. We decided there was only about 2 minutes left and we had better get him over there. Two of us took an arm each and lifted him to his feet. He could walk but very unsteadily. LOL Another buddy brought up the rear to help hold him upright. We got the door just as a line was forming and only had about a dozen guys ahead of us, so we figured there was plenty of time to get him in there and wish him luck. Then it was time! The door opened and half dressed guys were coming out as the new guys were trying to get in. It was kind of a crush and much slower time than we thought it would be. Probably took us 6 of the 10 minutes just to get to the door and then another 2 or 3 to get into the room. We all stopped and took a look around. There were still at least a dozen guys still there totally naked with other in various stages of dress. Looked to me like there were going to be 40 or more in there. I shook hands with my buds and wished them luck and as I did that there came a count down to door shutting. 10-9 I turned and headed for the door and tripped over someone's foot and fell head first towards the door. Had to scramble back up and wouldn't you know it, same ankle twisted that I did during the parade. Damn, I lunged towards the door as the count hit 5-4. I was all at once grabbed and bodily carried out the door just as the man said 1 and the door slammed shut. Whew, what a close call that had been. Then it dawned on me that the guy who had picked me up hadn't set me down yet until we reached my table. As he set me down I could even feel a somewhat familiar bulge rub my ass as I landed on my feet. I turned to see a huge smile on the face of my bud from the parade. Damn, was all I could think of as I realized who it was. He said, "how the hell are you doing?" and grabbed me in a big old bear hug. I returned the hug with a huge grin too and told him I was doing fine and wow had he ever saved me. He grinned and told me that remained to be seen. We both laughed then. He asked how things had been and I told him that mostly good. I then told him all my buds had tested poz now except one. He said, "I bet it was the one you had to half carry in there?" I told him it sure was and the weird thing was that that was the one who had taken the most loads at the parade. He laughed at that and told me he thought that had been me. Well, that was true but he was the most of my buds. We then talked about him for a bit. He told me several of his stories of other conquests since our last meeting. He got into quite detailed accounts too. Over the course of this we had another couple of drinks. I was getting pretty looped again, too. His stories weren't helping me any either as I kept thinking about his huge cock in me from before. I could really picture the guys taking him into their asses and getting plowed by his big cock. Thinking of my buds in that room and his stories and remembering the parade pretty much had me turned on too. I was sure I was still straight but couldn't help remembering what his pummeling of my prostate had done to me, making me cum hard without ever touching my own cock. Had never had that happen and then he did it to me three times that night. I happened to look up at the clock then and mentioned it was only another 5 or so minutes till the door opened again. He checked and confirmed that and told me we might as well head over to see how many of our friends came out, if any. LOL He told me that sometimes guys get in there and stay the whole time till it closed. I thought that was a lot of time to be in there. He told me he had done it once himself and probably got 20 to 25 loads that night and probably loaded 3 others. The booze though had me about out of it and he was actually almost holding me up. Too damn many. I then just leaned on him for support thinking that would help until my head would clear some. He put his arm around me and his hand was then resting on my ass which wasn't helping the fact I had sprung a hard-on from his stories and the memories. Clock said one more minute till the door opened.

This chapter is about my next boyfriend G. He is another amazing guy and once again my love of cock ended the relationship. Okay, to be fair, it was our mutual love of cock that ended the relationship. There's other stuff that happened, other guys that fucked be bareback, a lot of random sex during this time period; but I think this was my next step in my transformation into a cumdump. The timeline here gets muddy because I've already told stories that cross the timeline, so I hope you'll stay with me. As you know, I am an attorney. I work for a decently large firm with an international client base. This was about 3.5 years into working for the firm, so I was either on partner track or not by this point. I think I was because I was the 3rd attorney assigned to a case for a major client - partner, senior associate and me. It involved a decent amount of travel for depositions, client statements, etc. It was a total time suck. I was easily working 100 hours a week in order to bill out at 75-80 hours a week which means both weekend days as well as long weekdays. Granted, it's a U.S. law firm, not some jewel mine in West Africa - massages, free meals, gym, etc. It's at this time that I met G (manhunt, while working from home). Oh my fucking lord, he is gorgeous. People still refer to him as "that model you dated," even though he was a teacher. I was totally amazed at how into me he was. We met for drinks one night and drinks turned into dinner which turned into more drinks and dessert at another place and a hot makeout session in the car. He wanted to fuck me that night, but I refused. I was still thinking that guys don't want to date other guys who are too easy. But, I wanted to fuck so badly. That date turned into a second date and mind-blowing sex. I would tell you all about how I seduced him into fucking me bareback or how he seduced me into it; but it's what we wanted from the first time our clothes came off. We fucked 3-4 times every time we saw each other (no exaggeration). He almost always fucked me and came inside me. I was in total lust for G. He did ask me to fuck him a few times and I did. The first time he had the nerve to ask for a condom and I was like, "really?" He relented of course because it was a stupid request since he'd cum in me at least 30 times by that point. Then disaster struck. He called me one day and said he thought he had gonorrhea and said we should both get tested. I pretended to be surprised because I didn't want this to fuck things up with G. My doctor had told me the day before and I was literally, at that moment, freaking out about how to tell him that he should get tested when he called me. Later that week, we saw each other again and I thought he was going to break up with me. Instead, he was all over me the moment I got to his apartment. We fucked 3 times, as usual, in that 14-15 hour period. The next morning after round 3 I said we needed to talk about sex and the diagnosis. We hadn't talked about monogamy and I said it was time. I said we didn't need to stop fucking other people, we just needed to stop fucking them bareback. He agreed. I was really happy. And then disaster stuck again. The senior associate on the case was diagnosed with a rare blood/bone marrow disease, which I still never understood because my work load immediately doubled if not tripled. It was about time for summer interns to start, and I was worried about partner track, so I didn't immediate ask them to assign another senior associate to the case. Instead, we got another me (associate) and then a summer intern. But, my workload increased like crazy. I was sleeping in a hotel down the street from the office a few days a week. Travel also increased. This meant I couldn't see G as much and fuck did I want to see him. G and I started to see each other only on Fridays or Saturdays if we could. He understood and supported the partner track goal and we also still fucked like rabbits. One week we missed seeing each other and I had to travel the next week. I made up my mind to have sex on the road that week because I was now getting it all the time and totally needed to get fucked or I'd go crazy. I got online and found a dude to come fuck me. He was attractive and I was ready for it. I asked him to bring a condom and lube because I had made up my mind to do this while in the cab from the airport. Instead of going to the drugstore I got on Grindr while I was in the cab and had made arrangements by the time I'd gotten to the hotel. He got there and I had just finished showering. His picture must've been a bit old because he had a bit of a belly, but I was horny and didn't care. I wanted his cock inside me. We got naked and he sucked my cock and ate my ass and I was eventually begging him to fuck me. He lined his cock up to my hole and I was like, wait.....condom. He said he forgot to bring one and I said, then no fucking. I had promised. It was my fucking idea. I was not going to do this to G. I said, "Let's just do other stuff." He said sure and we sucked and he ate my ass some more and I ate his ass. His cock was nice, like 7" and perfectly shaped. He asked if I had any lube (forgot that too I guess). Genius idea - hotel lotion. I grabbed the lotion and hopped back into bed and we made out with me on my back legs spread and bent at the knee and him in between my legs and he put the lotion on both our cocks and we stroked and made out. Eventually my legs were on his shoulders and he was rubbing his cock on my ass again. I knew I was going to give up my ass this time if he pushed. He did. He slipped inside me this time and I didn't say stop. In fact, I moaned like a whore because it felt so good. He said he wouldn't last long and I said just fuck me. He told me when he was getting close and I said nothing. He came inside me and I blew all over myself. I had just cheated again - this time after it was my idea and had done it bareback, also violating my idea. The guy left and I felt kinda bad, but not too bad. Each other night that week, another guy came over and fucked me. Only one used a condom. That's 4 guys and 3 loads in my ass. I always told the guys safe sex only and then always gave in if they wanted it raw. I got back to G that weekend and we fucked like bunnies again. I said nothing to him, especially after I entered his bedroom and saw the lube/condoms/coke box out and open. I knew he'd fucked around too that week, but he said "Don't worry babe. I was safe." and he put the box away keeping the lube out. That night/morning I had to ride his cock 5 times. I was a cumslut for him and I loved it. When I was out of town the next week, I took the "safe sex only" out of all my profiles. I asked to get fucked bareback by every guy that hit me up and I got bred twice that week. The next week was the same. I even convinced a safe sex top to bareback me even though he was young and freaked out by the idea. He still shot his load in my ass though. This went on for a few months, but I didn't always have time to hookup so I wasn't always getting fucked on the road. Every weekend I couldn't get home from the airport soon enough to see G. I was falling for him and I knew it. He never took no for an answer and neither did I when it came to sex. If one of us wanted it, the other gave in no matter what was going on - the sushi delivery guy showing up while I was "load begging" was awesome. LOL One weekend, I was home but G was busy with his family. I was really horny, so I hopped online just to chat and jerk off. Instead I ended up talking to this average looking Latino guy who was into hot roleplaying. He asked if I could do anything what would it be. I said, "I want to pretend to be a safe sex only bottom. I want the top to convince me to let him in bareback. I want the top to make me admit I love bareback sex, that I only get fucked bareback, and then beg for his load in my ass." He said that was really hot. Then I said it - "Come over now and let's play." He came over and I was in my shorts and a tank. He immediately felt me up, but I said "roleplay" and we did. He talked to me about sex and slipped his fingers up my shorts. I pulled out his cock and sucked it. It was a nice fat cock. I loved feeling his cock stretch my mouth. I let him face fuck me for a while. He got me up and told me to strip. I did and he turned me around and rubbed his cock on my ass. I bent over and spread my ass for him. I asked if he brought condoms and he put them on the couch. I loved feeling his cock on me. He took me to the bedroom leaving the condoms on the couch. He bent me over the bed and ate my ass. He tongue fucked and fingered me. He said I had a sweet ass and was going to love fucking me. I asked if I had lube and I pointed to the dresser. He lubed his fingers and pressed them inside my ass. He lubed his cock and rubbed it on my ass. He said how tight my ass felt. He pushed at my hole with his cock and slipped his head in my ass. I moaned but said, "condom?" He said, "Let me just feel your ass like this for a bit. You moaned so it must feel good right?" I said, "Yes, but we should play safe." He just pushed in a bit more. I moaned again and bit my lip. I said, "We really should get the condoms." He said, "But I'd have to leave your ass. Let me just fuck you bareback for a while." I said, "Ok. As long as you promise to get a condom in a few minutes." He slid his whole cock inside my ass and said how good I felt. He started fucking me slowly and I was really loving his fat cock in my ass. I started moaning a lot. He said, "You like my dick in you huh?" I agreed. He fucked me some more and said, "Tell me how much you like it." I told him it felt amazing. He kept fucking me and said, "Feels good bareback doesn't it." I said yes. He said, "You don't want me to get a condom do you?" I said, "Just keep fucking me." He said, "You love getting fucked bareback don't you slut?" I said "Yes, I loved your bare cock in me." He then said, "You always bareback don't you? You were just trying to play safe because you just met me right?" He buried his cock in me as he said that. I said, "Yes. Guys always bareback me. No one knows, but I love getting fucked bareback." He asked me why I liked getting barebacked. I said it feels a lot better. He started fucking me harder. He said, "What else?" I was moaning and grabbing his fleshy ass. He said it again, "What else?" I said, "I like it when guys shoot their cum inside me." I actually felt his cock get harder inside me as I said it. He said, "Yeah you want my load slut?" I begged him for it. He slammed his cock in me and shot his load in my ass. I was so turned on that I came less than a minute later jerking off. It was so hot. He got dressed and left. I never saw him again. But, I did see those condoms still unopened on the couch. Fuck that was hot. It was a few weeks later that G and I broke up. He wasn't ready for the relationship with me. We'd been together for 6 months and the chemistry was awesome, but he could tell something was off. I had cheated on him bareback at least 2 dozen times and didn't feel guilty at all. Wow, I felt totally free from all that guilt I had from cheating on Michael. It was really freeing. I was sad that G and I broke up, but I was riding a cock in my hotel room down the street from work that night at 1am and begging for that guy's load, so I guess I didn't feel too bad. P.S. - I made partner

I had always been freaked out about HIV and hence never really hooked up with POZ guys. Over the years of fooling around with guys, dating, making friends, etc. I came to realize how bullshit that point of view was. I fucked around with a few poz guys, but I always made them wrap it up. I still hadn't barebacked with any poz guys that I knew of and I knew that not all the guys I had let bareback me could be neg, but it was still a choice I was making not to bareback with poz guys. One night, I was online chatting with Chris and this Asian guy messaged me on manhunt. His profile said poz and undetectable and he was hot to come over and suck my cock. I put him off a few times. Then Chris was telling me about the threesome he'd had with this couple and I was rock hard. The Asian guy tried again and I gave him my address. I was like, what did I just do? But, I went in and took a shower so I'd be all clean and I cleaned out just in case something happened, but I doubted it would go that far. As you know by now, I had no condoms in the apartment and that was another reason I thought we wouldn't fuck. He was poz and I don't let poz guys fuck me bareback. After I got out of the shower and changed into my running shorts and a tank top, he was at my door. I let him in and he was aggressively kissing me right away and telling me how hot I was. He grabbed my ass and slid his hand down my shorts and grabbed it. He said, "Your profile says you're versatile, but with that ass I bet you're mostly a bottom." I laughed and said yes and we went to the couch and made out. He had me naked quick and was sucking my cock and fuck it felt good. I was close and I think he could tell because he stopped and offered me his cock to suck. After a few minutes he said he was close, but said he wanted to eat my ass for a while. We went to my bedroom and he ate my ass as I sucked his cock. He fingered me too. He also sucked my dick. I was really horny. I asked if he wanted to rub his cock on my ass. He said sure and I laid on my stomach and handed him some lube to put on my ass. He squirted some on my ass and fingered it into me. I spread my legs as he fingered me. Once he had three fingers in my ass I was moaning like a bitch. That's when he started rubbing his cock on my ass and kissing my neck. He said, "Don't worry. I won't fuck you. I'm poz and you're not." I moaned and kissed him as he continued to rub his cock over my hole. I started to push my ass back some and he put his legs in between mine and spread my legs wider. Involuntarily, I pushed back as he was rubbing his cock head over my hole and his cock slipped inside me. He pulled out and said he was sorry. I said, "Don't be sorry your cock feels good." He asked if he could fuck me and I said yes. I could tell he was thinking about asking for a condom, so I reached back and lined his bare poz cock up against my hole and pushed back. He moaned and said I was a hot white slut. He fucked me for a while and then pulled out and came on my ass. He said, "Fucking your white slutty ass bareback was really hot. I told you I'm a responsible guy which is why I pulled out." I said, "Thank you. Your bare cock felt good in my ass." We kissed, we exchanged numbers and he got dressed and left. About two weeks later, he texted me and asked if I wanted to get my cock sucked. I said yes. He came over and this time we never made it to the bedroom. He fucked me on the couch before he pulled out and came on my chest. He sucked me off, got dressed and left. He texted often after that calling me a white slut. I loved that he called me that because it was true. He came over and fucked me a few times after that and always pulled out and came on my ass or chest. One time I swallowed his load. That was really hot. He wasn't really a fuck buddy in my mind, just a sexy guy who fucked me when he wanted. He hit me up one day when it was really fucking hot out. I was sweating just sitting in my apartment and he asked if he could come over because he was shopping down the street. I said sure and got ready as quick as I could, but I was still in the shower when he got there. I answered the door in a towel and we got in the shower together. He sucked me off in the shower and swallowed my load. Afterward, I was kinda sad he hadn't fucked me, but we sat on the couch and watched tv. I was in my favorite shorts and he was in his boxer briefs. We were both sweating in less than 15 minutes. He leaned over and kissed me and told me to suck his cock. I leaned over and sucked his cock and got him hard and wet. I knew he was going to fuck me this time. He pushed me back on the couch, pulled off my shorts and shoved his wet cock in my ass. I yelped and he waited for me to adjust as he called me his pretty white slut. I was so turned on by the name calling and his bare poz cock in my ass, that I was rock hard and ready to get fucked quickly. I was stroking my cock and he started punch fucking my ass -pulling all the way out and pushing the whole length of his 6"cock back inside me. Fuck it was hot and then he started fucking me faster. Fuck it felt good. He started jerking me off as he fucked me and i spread my legs wider and grabbed his ass. I rubbed my finger on his asshole as he fucked me. He was moaning and so was I, this was our hottest fuck yet. I put my finger in his ass some and he started to buck back on it taking more of it in his ass. I was finger fucking him as he fucked me (awkward position, but hot) and he said he was close. I didn't let him pull out and he exploded inside my ass. I had just taken my first load of poz cum knowingly. I came all over the couch, my chest, him, everywhere. He asked if I was ok with what happened and I said fuck yes. Over the next few months, he fucked me a few more times and never pulled out again to cum. He always shot his loads in my ass and by the end I was begging for his loads, just like with most of the other guys I was letting bareback my ass. We faded after awhile, but it was always hot sex. Now all my rules were gone. I was letting every guy I met for sex bareback me. I was loving it. There are 2-3 more chapters of my transformation into a total cumdumpster.

One of the hottest fucking experiences was when I (a neg guy) hired this hot poz escort with a huge cock and took him to Steamworks. I get off fucking raw in front of other guys, occasionally inviting other hot or hung guys to join in. We got a large room that had two doors so guys could walk right through and watch the action. We fucked for several guys stroking their cocks as they watched us breed. We cruised around a bit and hung out in the hot tub. There was this really hot younger guy – hot fucking body, but totally tweaked out. He kept following us around and into our room trying to join us or get with my buddy. My buddy wasn’t into the tweaker guy and kept brushing him off as he bred me. Eventually he told the guy if he could cum right there, right then, that he could hang with us. Neither of us thought thought this guy could shoot a load. But after a few minutes of stroking, he said he was ready to shoot. The guy shot on my buddy’s huge cock as he fucked the kid’s load into my ass. He asked the kid if he was poz and he said yes. I was so fucking turned on it didn’t take long until I shot my load. Of course my buddy unloaded his poz jizz in me too I converted some time after that. Hard to say who exactly as I took a lot of poz loads. My guess is the tweaker kid wasn’t taking meds and probably had a high viral count, and my buddy has a huge cock and PA – so I’m sure I was torn up as the loads got fucked into me. I whack off thinking about that experience a lot.

Dr Mike – biohazard and healer - Part 3 – Does the venom take? And the Second Treatment Program (Hank returns, Joseph the married man, and Charles – the monster Horse Dick) For the next several days after my first treatment with Dr Mike, I was racked with guilt, shame, and fear. Fear most of all as I thought about what he said he had given me, and his last words kept repeating themselves over and over in my head like an awful obsession, “…remember this well – I will infect you over and over until your guts are as toxic as they can be. Your ass and mouth will take my disease and every toxic bug I can give you – be proud as I WILL make your ass a biohazard.” Yet, reliving my treatment in my mind I would find my dick getting hard and my hand stroking myself as I replayed the visit to Dr Mike’s office over and over in my head like a little movie. I even thought about it when Nathan fucked me the next time and shot my load when he started to cum and said he was breeding me. Just the words – the thought – I needed that now I guess. Every day I woke up wondering if I was going to be sick, and with every little ache or pain I started to imagine the worst. But, I did not get sick and part of me was concerned as I wanted to please Dr Mike and did not want to disappoint him. Between fantasizing about Dr Mike and my treatment, and worrying about getting sick, then worrying because I wasn’t, Nathan could tell something was up and kept bugging. “Come on, I know Dr Mike must have fucked you, right? He likes to fuck bottom so they say. Look, I know he at least sucks dick, he has sucked mine, so come on, tell me what happened? You just don’t go when the office is closed for nothing.” Nathan kept saying over and over. “I told you,” I said, “I must not be Dr Mike’s type if that shit goes on, or whatever. I don’t know, I just know all he did was talk to me about my check up results and there was some problem with my insurance, so I had to go in to get the paperwork redone that day or they would not pay my bill. That’s it man.” As I approached two weeks since my treatment, the thought of Dr Mike fucking me, taking Big Ben’s load, and just wanting more, overcame any fear I had and I knew I could not wait to see what Dr Mike had planned next for my treatment program. I got home from work on a Wednesday and there was a message from Dr Mike on my answering machine. “Hello, this is Dr Mike. I am calling to follow-up on your last office visit, so please give me a call at the number provided at your earliest opportunity.” My dick immediately got hard just hearing his voice and my ass began to ache. I grabbed a beer, got up the nerve to call him back, and as the phone hit ring number five I figured I had missed him. “Hello? Yes? Hello, hang on…. – yes, hello?” he said. “Hi Dr Mike, I got your message, and you asked me to call, so…” “Umm, yes, now who is this? Oh right, Nathan’s friend, one moment…….OK, good, I had to close the door, now let me grab my file….oh yes, right, (as he chuckled), I had expected to see you back in my office by now, so tell me, how are you feeling?” Dr Mike asked. “I’m fine I guess,” I said, “Same old same old.” “No changes? No symptoms? Headaches, body aches, breakouts in your mouth, ass, anything? NO? Damn – hmmm, now that is unfortunate,” Dr Mike said with disappointment clearly showing in his voice. “Will you be home for a bit? Plans this evening? No? Right. I will call you back shortly. Answer the phone within three rings, you understand,” and then Dr Mike hung up. I suddenly felt a pang of fear again, but also wanted him to fuck me again, so I waited. It was about 20 minutes before the phone rang, and when I answered, I heard Dr. Mike’s voice, “OK, so, I think we need to take your treatment program to the next level. I already asked you if you would take whatever treatment I provided, and so you will, with no questions. Right? Of course. I thought your body may be ready and willing to take my virus and more, but it may be you will be more difficult than I had planned. I like a challenge and do not often find one, so you will serve me well in this won’t you? I cannot hear you?” “Yes Dr, I will,” I said, as my heart was beating faster. “Now, let’s see, today is Wednesday, plan to be here Saturday at 3:00 PM. I think we will need a little discretion for this treatment, and do not make any plans for the rest of the evening. What were the rules I gave you?” Dr Mike asked. “Umm… to obey and service you, to agree to whatever treatment you say as you are the Dr and know best, and ummm…” I said as I suddenly felt tongue tied. Dr Mike cut me off, “and that you WILL NOT come here with cum in your ass unless I say – right? Make up whatever excuses you must, but you will not be fucked again after tonight until Saturday. Trust me, if all works as planned, Saturday you will take more toxic cum, venom, and poisoned fluids and will be filled. Is that what you want?” “Yes, please Dr, I want anything you give me, I promise I will do as you ask, just please please fuck me,” the desire showing in my voice. “Good. EXACTLY what I wanted to hear. Now however, back to the business at hand. Remember Hank? Of course you do, you sucked his nasty herpes dick in the bathroom. Well Hank had called me yesterday to let me know he was having a flare up. His sores on his dick are puffed up, leaking, some have scabs, but either way, he is highly infectious right now. As it appears his cum did nothing the first round, I have ordered Hank to stop by and pay you a visit.” Stop by? What was he talking about? Oh shit, no. “Hank will be at your apartment at 6:00 PM, now you will do what I say, Yes? Yes. I want you to lick Hank’s dick shaft all over, rub his dick head around the insides of your mouth, let him fuck your mouth and cum in it if he wants to. Poor Hank has not cum in days, so I expect you will be gagging on that load,” Dr Mike said as he gave an evil chuckle, “But there is more. Hank WILL kiss you and fuck you. You will do whatever Hank wants, but I have ordered him to make sure to cum in your ass as well. I want that Herpes covered and filled dick in every one of your holes as this time it WILL take. Now, Saturday, DO NOT be late.” With that, Dr Mike hung up and as I was left standing in the apartment with a raging hard dick, realizing I had about 10 minutes until Hank got there. Well Hank showed up less than two minutes later, so I buzzed him in. When Hank walked into the apartment he seemed thinner and more sickly looking then the time I saw him in the bathroom. Maybe it was just the brighter lights, I don’t know. His hair seemed longer, his scar on his face more pronounced, but there was no mistaking the bulge in his pants when he took his jacket off. I could not really tell his age, maybe mid-30s, but like a blood hound I was immediately focusing on his dick. “Whatcha you got to drink?” Hank asked in a heavy southern drawl. “Any smokes? Ah thanks, yeah those will do, prefer Marlboro, but hell, anythings better than nothing, you hear me? Now how about that drink? Yeah rums good, lots of rum, little bit of coke, was at the house getting ready to go out when the good Doc called, Think about that, what timing. Just talked with him yesterday, said he got a way to help me out here tonight. Doc always hooks me up. Whew, don’t I need to cum.” Hank barely took a breath as he spoke. “So really appreciate this man, Doc told me what I could do, you know him, rules this rules that – ha ha – but cool man, cool, whatever. So just between us you know, he has treated me too, fucking Docs a freak – ha ha – but good man – good. HMMM, damn good rum, that’s what’s killing me you know – the drink. Ain’t that AIDs shit, although that has fucked me up good too, just drink too damn much, and I say what the fuck. What THE FUCK! You know. OK, now let’s see what DOC said, oh yeah, make you suck me off. I like that, you suck really well, shot a huge wad in the bathroom. Yeah man I remember, shit, don’t forget good head like that,” Hank said as he dropped his pants while he stood in the middle of my living room with his rum in one hand and cigarette in the other. I knelt down and looked at his dick and gently touch it and moved it around. It was long and curved to the left like I remembered, but this time was really covered with bumps, and little open sores, some with scabs on them, up and down his shaft. Fuck that, no way I could suck it. I started to pull back, when Hank said, “Yeah man, and like the Doc says, do as he says, you know, or else? Now suck me.” So I started to lick his shaft, feeling the bumps and breakouts with my tongue, then when I felt like I could not take it, stuck as much in my throat as I could and started sucking. Hank began to moan, “Oh yeah boy, that’s good, just like that, fuck yeah – oh I need to cum, got a couple loads, always cum a lot you know? Ha ha yeah you do – got some more boy – got a big thick load.” I sucked Hank for a couple minutes, realizing some of the scabs that had been on his dick were now coming off into my mouth, but I just swallowed and kept on sucking. “Oh– yeah – here it comes, of yeah suck me suck me,” Hank said as he shot his first load. I swallowed as fast as I could and could not keep up. Not only was I gagging from the taste and the thought, but he shot more than anyone I ever met. That was amazing, so I focused on that, got hard, and just kept swallowing. “Good boy, yeah needed that,” Hank said. He sat in the easy chair, lit up another cigarette and asked for a another rum with a splash of coke. The guy chain smoked and within a short time had smoked three more cigarettes, but his dick was hard, so he stood up, got out of his clothes, finished up his last cigarette, and said, “Come on, I want to fuck now. You got a movie or something? Guys fucking? Yeah put it in. Yeah that’s good, like that, come on, bend over.” As I bent over in front of Hank he rammed a finger inside my ass and started digging and scraping. “Doc said you need to be bloodied up first you know? Now hang on, stay still, yeah, he said just spit, I like that, I like that a lot, now bend back over, come one now.” With that Hank started to push his dick in my ass. It hurt like hell as he dry fucked, and I was surprised when he did not last long at all. He came almost right away he said, and I was not sure as I felt nothing, but said OK, thanks, and Hank washed up and left. I went to the bathroom, dropped his load and ass juice in the toilet, brushed my teeth, used mouthwash, and took a shower. I could smell Hank on me and unlike the smell of Dr Mike, this smell disgusted me and I wanted it off. The smell of Hank lingered for the next few days and I kept telling myself there was no way I was going to go see Dr Mike, but I knew better. I had to make excuses to Nathan and told him was just busy with work and would catch him later. Come Saturday, I cleaned out and up, and was walking up to Dr Mike’s building by 2:40. I knew I was early, so sat at a bus stop for about 15 minutes, and then went into his office building. As during my last visit, the old building was quiet, but this time, almost all the lights were out and every office was closed. I had to sign in with a security guard who looked to be 25, and who was half asleep and he did not seem bother at all that someone was coming to see a doctor on a Saturday. How much did he know? I knocked on Dr Mike’s office door and he must have been waiting as the door opened right up. Dr Mike glanced at his watch, then to me, “2:58, EXCELLENT, right on time, come in.” As I stepped in I could smell him, and just being close to him I wanted him to touch me and my dick started to get hard. Damn! I followed Dr Mike back to his office, and he pointed to the floor, and I kneeled. “So far, your treatment has not taken. That is very disappointing, so I will adjust your regiment accordingly. Now, I am a little behind schedule – well at least what I hoped to be today – but none the less – first I have someone I want you to take care. His is not HIV + YET - I know I know, not my usual plan, and quite frankly while you may not understand you will later. For now, here is what you need to know. Joseph is married, in his 30s, lawyer, white, very handsome, very very conserative, nice dick and all of that. Well he found himself at the bookstore over on H Street one night after drinks after work, said he thought he was being sucked off by some guy through a gloryhole, but maybe he fucked him too, could not be sure. Well the result is poor Joseph now has warts on his dick [evil chuckle] and has come to me for help.” Dr Mike continued, “I told Joseph this is a simple thing and one I can easily fix for him, but more importantly, he should not feel ashamed and should not worry about never having sex again and to prove it, I will show him, that there are always mouths and nice asses ready and waiting. You ready?” I nodded yes and said, “Yes Sir,” Dr Mike smiled broadly and I knew I had pleased him. He motioned for me to follow, and he led me into the same exam room I was in before. “Kneel,” Dr Mike said, “Now Joseph is married as I said and still shy, so you will put this on. Have you worn a blindfold before? No? Well, hmmm…. This will be a start for you as with me, you will wear most of today while you are with me, understand? Yes, good. Now do not move. When he comes in, you work that cum out good.” My knees started hurting, but I stayed kneeling on the linoleum floor and soon heard the door open. I could hear someone breathing really heavily and the rustling of clothing, a zipper being unzipped, so I opened my mouth and waited. Soon I felt the flesh of a warm dick against my lips and I tilted my head to open further and suck it in. It was maybe eight inches, average thickness, but it did feel strange. It was all bumpy, so those must be the warts Dr Mike talked about. I licked the shaft, sucked the head, and put the whole dick in my mouth and sucked him hard. After a few minutes he tugged at my arm, so I stood up, felt for the table behind me, and bent over. I heard him quirt some lube, then he pushed against my ass, his dick popped in, and after a few minutes he shot his load, which was sort of watery and filmy, like mucus almost, and started running right out. Yuck. Anyways, he pulled out, I heard his zipper close, the door open and close, and I was alone again. I got back onto the floor, my legs were really cramping up, but I stayed kneeling and waited for Dr Mike. I then heard the door open again, and soon felt the heavy weight of a much bigger dick against my mouth. I opened as wide as I could – but nothing. I waited and waited – nothing. I was not sure what to do. “Stand up,” Dr Mike said. So I did, and he took my arm and pulled me forward as I still had the blindfold on. We went down the hall and around a corner into another room. As Dr Mike led me, the floor changed from linoleum to tile as it was much colder, and Dr Mike said, “Get your clothes off. Don’t worry about folding them, just drop them and kneel when you are done.” So I stripped, dropped by clothes, and heard Dr Mike pick them up and move them away. He then said, “Kneel.” So I did and I felt the weight of his dick against my mouth again. I opened my mouth and waited. “Have you ever tasted the warm nectar of a man’s piss? Hm? No? Well that is part of your treatment today. You will learn to accept all fluids offered, spit, cum, piss, and more, so now open your mouth wider. I then heard the sound of liquid streaming into a plastic cup, ringing loudly and echoing as it hit the plastic sides. “Now,” Dr Mike said, “I want you to take a sip from this cup, just a small one, hold it in your mouth and don’t swallow. This is my piss, but warm nectar for you. While many say piss is a sterile liquid, I believe there is transmission that occurs under the right conditions. Be that as it may, your job is to serve me as I wish, and want you to taste all of me, take all of me, feel all of me, be infected by me. Now drink more.” His piss was so warm, and tasted worse than Hank’s herpes riddled dick and cum, but I swallowed it all as he poured it into my mouth. “Get up,” Dr Hank said when the cup was empty, so I stood up, wiped my mouth off, and Dr Mike slapped my hand away from my face. “Did I tell you to do that? No. I did not. Remember, you do as I say, only as I say, now come,” as he led me out of the room. “Now take the blindfold off,” Dr Mike said and I saw we were back in his office. “Kneel, we have only just begun for today’s treatment. Do you want me to tell you what I have planned? Yes? No, I think I will wait. But what do want? What do you want,” Dr Mike asked again with a stern look on his face and his eyes bored into mine. “Please, I wanted to obey and serve you, please fuck me, I want your toxic cum, I want you venom juice, I want your AIDs!” I said, then realizing what I had just asked for. Dr Mike smile broadly, “Yes boy, you will get all of that and more. Like I said, most patients do not get past the first treatment, but you have. I am proud of your progress so far. Hank told me you served him as I required, that is good. Very good. Now let me look at your mouth. Yes, yes excellent! I see some sores forming on your gums, excellentt! I do believe Hank did his job and your mouth is now a herpes hole, which maybe just provided a nice gift for Joseph, here, suck me good with that dirty mouth.” With that, Dr Mike shoved his cock into my mouth and worked it around, scraping my cheeks, throat, and tongue for his pleasure. After a while he pulled out, “Ok,” he said, “Now get up, Hank fucked you too, yes? Bend over, let me see. Hmm, nothing obvious, but we shall see. Hard to tell now after Joseph fucked you, so maybe Hank’s dick infected your ass too – or not – no matter.” Dr Mike walked behind his desk and opened a drawer, pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and some glasses. “Before we continue, you need to relax a little. While you know you can fight and resist and it will do you no good, - and I hope you try – this will just help a little. Now do you like Jack? Never had it? Just beer? I could give you a pill or something, but don’t want you numb, just a little relaxed. Well, doctor’s order is to do some shots. Feel the heat. You will like it.” With that Dr Mike gave me a shot of Jack, told me to drink it with him, and I did. God damn! That was nasty. I only drank beer and immediately my head swirled and gut burned. YUCK! Dr Mike smiled. “Do another,” he said, then “And here, one more, I know, makes you gag a little, now, put the blindfold back on. I told you during your last treatment that sometimes I gave you choices. Do you want a choice now?” I said, “No Sir, no Doctor, I don’t want a choice, I want whatever you want, please, please.” I could hear the smile in his voice, “EXCELLENT! So here is the plan. I am going to fuck you and you will take it, but I will not cum in you now that is later. For now, you need to practice, practice your breathing, relaxing your hole, and taking dick. Do you want to know why? Yes, well that is NONE OF YOUR concern. You will just do as I say, how I say it. Now, come with me.” Dr Mike grabbed me by the arm and pulled me after him as we left his office. He went back to the room we were in before, I was pushed back to a kneeling position and Dr Mike said, “Now open your mouth, and drink my piss.” With that I felt him place the head of his dick on my lips and his hot piss began pouring into my mouth. I gulped, choked, and tried to swallow it all but there was no way as it ran onto my face, down my neck and chest. He then stopped, “Get up, now, we are going to make sure you are good and clean, you understand? No, no you don’t, but you will.” Dr Mike guided me forward several feet as the piss dripped off me and flooded my taste buds. I was then pushed forward onto my stomach across a padded bench. “Back up a little, let your toes touch the floor, good, now spread your legs a little. Yes, perfect, your hole is right where it should be. This room used to be used for physical therapy sessions by a previous tenant so some of the equipment they left behind has come in quite useful with a few minor adjustments. Give me your leg, I am going to put your ankle in a cuff. This will keep you in place as I don’t want you moving, now your arms – good.” I was now tied, face down, blindfolded, on the padded bench with the arms and legs secure as I waited for what Dr Mike had in mind. I soon found out as he leaned down by my left ear and said, “I have plenty more piss where that came from and I am going to clean you out. Just relax and breathe. I am going to fuck you and open you up, but more importantly, piss in you – you ever had that done? No? Well I want to you hold it until I tell you, then release it. Just let it out. I need you clean for the next part of your treatment.” With that Dr Mike got behind me and I felt his dick press into my hole. With no spit or lube, he pushed his dick into my hold and I cried out a little. I then felt him begin to piss in me. It was this hot pressure, building in my guts, going deeper and deeper as Dr Mike moaned and sighed with release. Dr Mike then started to fuck me, using his piss as lube, working it deeper up my guts. The pressure was so intense and I was starting to cramp, but Dr Mike kept fucking and I had no way to push him off or pull away. After a while, Dr Mike pulled out in one stroke and I felt his hot piss run down my as and legs and onto the bench before my hole clamped shut and cut it off. He then stood in front of me, opened my mouth with his fingers and stuck his piss covered dick down my throat and fucked it for a little while. “Damn,” Dr Mike said, “That feels good. You are becoming a good little diseased hole for me. I like that very much as you can tell by my dick. Now, I am going to guide you to my private bathroom in my office. When I close the door you may then remove the blindfold, let the piss and ass mess out, and when you are sure you are clean, knock on the door twice. I will get you when I am ready and DO NOT come out until I get you.” After using the bathroom as directed I could not believe how much piss had been up inside me. Just when I thought I was done, more came out, so it took several minutes for me to feel like I was clean, so I knocked on the door. Nothing. So I waited, and waited. It was about 10 minutes and I was getting nervous, what had happened? Did he forget about me? Dr Mike then knocked, “Put your blindfold back on and get ready.” So I did as he said, the door opened, and I felt Dr Mike grab my arm, lead me out. We stopped and he placed a glass in my hand, “Down this Jack, all of it, it’s a big shot and you better keep it down,” Dr Mike said. He took me back and tied be back down on the bench face down. He then left the room and a few minutes later I heard him come back in with someone else. I felt a large hand grab my left ass cheek and squeeze really hard, but it was not right, the hand was covered with a glove. The hand then ran up my back, to my head and lingered over my face – leather – it was a leather glove, back down to my ass and cheek again. I was not sure, but the hand seemed too big for Dr Mike. Dr Mike’s voice was then by my left ear and I felt his fingers working their way into my hole as he began to claw at my insides as deep as his fingers would go. I then felt another set of fingers begin working in beside his clawing at my insides too – these fingers were bigger, fatter, and the nails much longer. I cried out as they dug at me as Dr Mike said, “Now, remember, you will obey and submit, and frankly you have no choice. As you have proved resistant to previous treatment, I have decided your next treatment needs to be more, shall we say, extreme. My friend Charles here has a true horse dick. I am big, but even I am in awe of Charles’ piece of meet which is over 11 inches and VERY thick. Even better, Charles is a brutal nasty fucker who likes to walk around with a constant case of gonorrhea, and thanks to Charles, he and I are both sharing that little gift right now. You didn’t know that did you? You have been taking my gonorrhea filled dick and juice all afternoon. As I worked my dick in your mouth, I was pushing the gonorrhea into the sores from Hank’s herpes (evil chuckle) as I told you, I will infect you with everything I can. Charles never treats it as he is a truly evil fucker and enjoys nothing better then infecting the innocent – who care if his fertility is shit – the only pussy he fucks is man pussy and fuck is too kind a word- Charles rapes it, so you best prepare.” Dr Mike continued, “Charles has helped me ensure a number of asses received the venom they deserved. He is also HIV + of course, with a high viral load and not just HIV, Charles has full blown AIDs. He is a true AIDs fucker. You know I will only give you the nastiest and the best, and Charles is in a class of his own.” As Dr Mike’s nails continued to scrape my insides he said, “So now, I am going to leave you for Charles to enjoy. You will be hurt, you will bleed, and your ass will be torn from end to end as he cums in you and unloads his toxic cum. The blood is important and necessary as we need to ensure you have the ultimate chance for exposure. So this cannot be done lightly, but right. You WILL do this for me, and if you serve him well, I will give you my cum too. Do you want my cum boy? I can’t hear you? Yes? That’s it, beg for it. Well, do I as said, please Charles, and I will breed you too. I will make you as I see fit.” Dr Mike pulled his fingers out of my ass, and I heard the door close as he left the room. The other fingers in my ass kept working and digging and I felt fingers from Charles’ other hand join them. I was moaning and bucking my hips, trying to avoid the pain, but he was incessant. After a few minutes he pulled he fingers out, and I felt him brush against my right arm as he walked towards my head. He had on leather pants too from the feel, and as he stood in front of me, the smell of leather, sweat, and piss was overwhelming. Charles grabbed by head between his hands and said, “Oh sweet little boy, Doc has set me up good this time. Are you scared boy? You should be. Doc has told me you have never been rape fucked, well that is going to change today, you will never forget this I can assure you. I am a true Master and I could give a shit about you, what you want, feel, or need. Today is all about me, and I fuck to hurt, breed, and do what the Doc wants, which is to make sure your ass has no choice but to take our AIDs cum.” “Beg me boy, beg me not to rape you, beg your Master not to give you my nasty cum” Charles said. So I did. I begged, and pleaded, and begged some more. As I was begging again I felt Charles’s dick push against my mouth and I opened as wide as I could. I could barely get the head in my mouth not only because of his size, but he had a Prince Albert, or PA in his dick. I had seen one, but never sucked a guy who had one. I started licking the ring, which was covered in slime and crust, I figured from his gonorrhea. I licked at his piss slit, sucking in what fluid and slime was dripping out, which was a steady stream and I was not sure if it was precum, or gonorrhea, or both. I managed to get the ring, the head and some of the shaft in my mouth, and used my tongue to ‘suck’ him best I could. Charles then pulled his dick out of my mouth and stuck a couple gloved fingers in my mouth and worked them around. He gouged at my gums, tongue, and roof of my mouth and I could taste some blood. He stuck his dick back at my mouth and licked his slit some more, tasting the infected slime, and working it around my mouth with my tongue. He then pulled his dick away, and knelt in front of me. “Open your mouth,” Charles said. He then spit in my open mouth a couple times. “Swallow,” so I did. Then I felt something else pressing against my mouth and opening it. I tried pushing it away with my tongue, but Charles’ hands pushed it in and I felt him securing it behind my head as he tightened the strap. I would learn later this was a ball gag, and while I could breath, I could make little more than grunts and whines with it in my mouth. Charles knelt back down in front of me, spit on my face, then slapped me hard with his gloved hand, “You got me nice and worked up boy. Good little mouth on you and I see that ass jiggling. Don’t worry, you can try to scream all you want and it will not do any good. You are mine now, and doctor’s orders must be followed.” Charles spit a couple more times, and slapped me even harder, with his leather gloved hangs stinging my face. I then felt him move around my left to my back and his gloved hands spread my cheeks and his gloved finger dug at my hole. I was pretty wet from Dr Mike’s piss, but Charles bent down, spread my hole open and dug in with his tongue, tasting the remnants of Dr Mike’s piss leaking out my ass. He began to moan and talk dirty, “Oh boy, yeah, nice hole, see Doc opened it up a little for me, oh yeah, you ready boy. I think you need to be taught a lesson. Stop your bucking boy. Won’t do you no good you understand,” Charles said as he started slapping my ass with his right hand. “You need to be taught to serve a true Master, and that is me. Oh yeah boy, I am going to give you a lesson you will not forget.” I felt the cool of the steel PA press against my hole and the big head try to open me up. Charles spit on his dick, and the head slid in a little more. “You better breathe deep boy, once I start I don’t stop.” As I took a deep breath Charles pushed his dick through and my muffled screams were lost with the ball gag in my mouth. I tried to twist and buck my body, but with my arms and legs tied down to the sides of the bench I had no leverage at all. Tears streamed down my face and I began to literally cry as the hot searing pain rolled through my body, radiating out from ass. Charles was true to his word and did not stop and brutally pushed his dick in as far as he could, pulled it back out, pushed it back in over and over. Other times when I had been fucked and it had hurt, the pain changed, and became ecstasy, not this time. The pain was supreme and continued unabated as Charles kept fucking my ass and I think I might have even passed out a little once or twice. I knew my ass was bleeding as I could feel the warmness run out of my hole and catch between my body and the bench, but more strongly, I could feel Charles, his cock splitting me open, his PA gouging my guts, his leather gloved hands on my ass, pressing me down as he fucked me. Suddenly Charles stopped, slid his dick out of my ass, which hurt almost as much as him going in. He then unbuckled the straps and cuffs holding my legs down, and then my arms. I could only lay there as I was in shock, and Charles said, “Get on your back, Doc told me to keep you tied down, but I want to fuck you deeper than you have ever been fucked, I am gong to rape your guts boy like only a true leather Master can, so now roll over.” I didn’t move, so Charles manhandled me onto my back, my arms flopped to the side, he pulled me down the bench, grabbed a leg in each hand, pushed them back, and shoved his dick back in my hole. I thought Charles had fucked me hard before, but now he showed no mercy. Every thrust went so deep and hurt so bad, I was literally sobbing. I’m not sure if Charles was saying anything as in my head I could only heard my sobs. Charles began pulling all the way out and slamming back in and the pain now was still white hot, and like it was all I knew. Charles let go of my legs which stayed up and to the side with the pressure from his body, he leaned forward, placed his gloved hands around my throat and said, “I am getting close boy, and when I get close, I fuck to hurt, yeah boy, I am going to tear you up – fuck – yeah boy – feel your Master – feel my cock …..” With that, Charles’ gloved hands closed tight around my throat and I saw stars behind the blindfold, and then nothing. He had choked me out. I did not realize that then of course, not until I felt spit hitting my face and his gloved hands slapping me, “Come on now boy, yeah that’s it, took a little nap there didn’t you. Come on boy.” I felt Charles help me sit up on the bench. My ass was warm, wet and sticky and the pain was barely tolerable. My throat hurt and ears rang, and I had spit all over my face. Charles pulled the blindfold off me, “You OK boy, yeah you’re alright. Let me tell you, you have a nice piece of ass there and too bad you were not here when I shot my load – ha ha, but I cummed in you good for sure. Good for you that Doc opened you up before I got here. I would have really done some damage if he hadn’t, but even then, I tore you up real good. You will be sore for a while, that’s for sure – ha ha – now finish up the job and clean my dick off.” I sort of stumbled, fell to my knees, as Charles put his dick in front of my face. As my eyes continued to adjust I looked up at him. Charles appeared to be late 30s, early 40s, white, curly brown hair, big mustache, hairy chest (he had on a leather vest), leather pants with no crotch, and big black boots. His dick was tremendous, long, fat, and was covered in blood, juice, and slime. I leaned forward with my tongue and began to lick the tip and the ring and then worked my way up one side of the shaft then the other. Charles stepped back a step, “Thank you boy, I WILL see you again,” he spit in my face/eyes, slapped me once more, put the blindfold back on me then left the room. I slumped against the bench and tried to steady my breathing. The door opened and closed, “Get up,” Dr Mike said. I steadied myself, stood up, Dr Mike pushed me onto my back on the bench. “Lift your legs”, so I did. I felt Dr Mike probing at my hole, “DAMN, that horse dick ripped your ass up. Good, very good. The blood means there was lots of opportunity for the gonorrhea and his AIDs to take hold. Now hold still.” I heard a whirring sound and Dr Mike said, “I just took a Polaroid picture of your hole for the file. We will compare this to future treatment visits as I may decide that Charles needs to come back and this time, don’t hold back. Yes, he did hold back on you this time. You are not ready for all that Charles can dish out. Now, back to the business at hand.” Dr Mike then slammed his dick up my ass. After Charles, my ass was still throbbing and the pain was still intense, so Dr Mike’s dick slamming in was not so bad at all. “Tell me what you want now, tell me, you want my toxic cum? You liked Charles’ infected dick? You want my dick? My cum? Beg me, BEG ME, BEG ME…FOR…MY…VENOM!!!! OH FUCK!!!!” Dr Mike finished his orgasm, yanked his cock out, walked up by my head, turned my head to the right and stuck his bloody dick in my mouth for me to lick clean. When I was done, he had me bend over the bench as he took some wet towels and peroxide and cleaned off my ass cheeks, legs, and lower back. “You will be fine. The bleeding was nothing permanent, but I will give you cash for a cab as your ass will leak and spot for a couple days I expect. Tonight, when you get home, DO NOT shower. Do not do a bowel movement even if it feels like you have to. You don’t really, it’s just your intestines trying to readjust after the brutal fuck they just took. Understand? Good. Now I want you to call me on my private line every couple of days and let me know what is going on. OK? Good. Now get dressed.” I got dressed and followed Dr Mike back into his office. Every step hurt and I still felt dazed. “Let me look at you,” Dr Mike said, “I see Charles has left some bruises on your neck, did he choke you? Hmm, yes, well those are going to show, but not too bad. Charles knows what he is doing so those will go away quickly. I am very proud of you. You did an excellent job today and while I know the treatment with Charles may have been more than you were used to, it was necessary. We must make sure everything takes, and I will do whatever is necessary to ensure you become toxic. You will continue to obey and serve as your ass is mine. Now, go home, do as I said, and remember, my venom is burning in your veins, I am part of you now, and always will be.” Stay tuned for Part 4 – The Venom Takes and the Death Fuck