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Part 3 Tom's point of view. Jim woke up and was really sick. Tom knew that the fuck flu had kicked in. He needed to get him to an Emergency Room. He knew the closest one would be so busy it would hours before they would be seen. So he decided to go to the next town over. That was no good because the road was blocked. So he went to the next closest hospital. When they arrived Tom somehow knew they were supposed to come here. He knew that a higher power was guiding him at times, this was one of those times. it felt right to Tom, at first. There was no one waiting to be checked in. They got a room quickly and Tom explained what was going on. The doctor ordered tests to be done. They could not be done there. They had to be sent to a separate lab. "What a hick town." Tom thought. Jim was very weak and needed to be in bed. They were doing things to make him comfortable. Tom had to step outside the room for a bit and then he saw someone leaving. A very young employee, looked to be 19 or 20 at most. He had a great build. Nice body very fuckable. He felt like he was going to see him again sometime soon. Tom was allowed back into the room. They brought him in a bed so he could sleep. Jim and Tom were not committed. Jim was with Tom because he wanted to be pozzed. Well it happened. Tom loved to poz men. He knew bug chasers when he met them. Tom would give them what they want. He would see them through the tough part after the gift is received and then he would seek a new guy to infect. He kissed Jim on the forehead and told him to rest. Tom dozed off. The next morning Tom woke to an argument. Someone was refusing to be in the room with Jim. He just quit rather than do it. Tom was surprised that such stupidity existed still. The head nurse walked in and said that she would do the job until a replacement came in. He was going to be just for Jim and he was going to be here until Jim was discharged. The lab had confirmed that Jim was HIV+ and this was the flu. When she stepped out they hugged. Jim was still very sick and would be for about two weeks. Their happiness could not be contained. However, they knew this was not the place to celebrate. They would do so when Jim was no longer sick with this fuck flu. They needed the day in this hospital just to make sure of a few things. Tom's could afford it. He was from a rich family. He was a trust fund kid who was actually responsible with his money. An hour later he walked in. He saw the same young man that he had seen last night leaving. Okay, they were here to meet this young man. He had the desire to get the gift and the knew it. This was not a chance encounter. As they spent the day together and the young man named Jack worked in a very professional manner. It was quite a day. When Tom decided to check his bag he found a phone that he had forgotten about. It was a phone he boughed because he thought he might need it someday and then he knew he was supposed to give it to Jack. He put it on the charger and programed his phone number. The day was ending and he knew what he needed to due. He talked Jack into the bathroom and then kissed him. Jack was so clumsy that Tom knew this was his first one. So he also knew that this would be the first time this happened to him as well. Tom yanked down his pants ang gave him his first blow job. Tom knew the kid would not last. Jack's hot negative cum tasted to good in his mouth and he could feel it going into his belly. What a sensation. As they were leaving Tom gave Jack the phone. Knowing that when he could Tom was going to pop his and cherry and poz him at the same time

Part 2 Jack slept better than he had in such a long time. He awoke feeling refreshed like never before and really happy. He had a dream that things were going to be better for him. He heard his smartphone ring. "Jack it's your work." His mom called out. Yeah his parents had access to his phone. Their house their rules they said. He answered and sure enough it was his boss. They had a patient that some workers refused to treat. Someone quit over it. They really needed him to come in today. It would be an 8 and not a 12 hour shift and triple time would be authorized. He felt so strongly that he needed to be there today and he said yes. Getting there he was in his scrubs and told what was going on. They had someone with severe flu like symptoms and he was going to be here overnight and they needed to be the attendant to his room. All this for one person, why were they refusing to see this guy. Well, whatever, he was getting triple time and his parents would not know so he could put it aside. If he had been thinking he might of had a clue as to what was happening. He entered the room to see a man asleep in the bed and another man sitting in a chair next to him. "Hello, I am Jack and I will be here to help when needed for the next 7 and a half hours." The man in the chair arose and walked over to him and shook Jack's hand. "Thank you." He smiled at Jack and something hit jack like a bolt of lighting to his brain. This man was gorgeous. He was clearly in great shape, he had these dark inviting eyes that Jack felt he could state into forever. His Hair was black with a short conservative cut that looked perfect on him. His clothes were casual, polo shirt and slacks, that made his body look even better. Even his scent, a slight natural musty smell, drove him crazy. "I am glad you came, there are so many bigots in this hospital that I was sure we would be left alone." Jack was confused, for a second. He saw a scorpion tattoo on the man's arm. Intense flu like symptoms. Oh, wow. The man in the bed had the fuck flu. "Oh, by the way I am Tom and the guy in the bed is Jim." "May I ask your relationship with Jim?" Jack asked, his mouth suddenly dry and voice cracked. "First, lets get you some water." Tom said, sounding really concerned. He pored Jack a drink of water and Jack drank it down. Tom smiled. "I offered others some water and everyone refused. I have HIV and I just gave it to Jim here." Jack nodded his head, "I figured that out. But, I know how HIV works. I am not worried. I just want to treat it. So he has the fuck flu, I mean flu like symptoms?" Tom laughed, "You can call it what it is in here, Fuck flu is what it is. I fucked him several times so I could give him HIV." "He's a bug chasers then and you pozzed him?" Tom eyes lit up. "Yes, how did you know that?" It was Jack's turn to smile. "I have seed about it." Well Jack got to work. Jim was asleep most of the time, when he was awake Jack took care of him. The doctor also checked in a couple of times. When the shift neared it's end Jim was going to be discharged. He could be cared at home and Tom said he would make sure he was taken care of until he got better. Jack was alone with Tom and Jim for the last 20 of his shift. The next crew would clean the room, standard for everyone after leaving. Tom asked if they could talk in private, where no one could hear or see, it was important and just for the two of them. Well, the only place was the bathroom, which were big. When they entered their Tom grabbed Jack and kissed him. Jack was shocked but gave into the lust he had been feeling all day. The kiss was his first. It was long and passionate. Jack was loving it and was some what sad when it ended. Tom then knelt down, yanked Jack's scrub bottoms down, as well as his boxers and started to give him his first blow job. Tom's mouth was magical in how good it felt on Jack's dick. Jack was not small but not large so Tom was able to deep throat him. Tom also used his experience to finish quickly. Less chance of getting caught. Jack came into a man's mouth for the first time. Tom caught every drop of his cum in his mouth. Jack watched as Tom swallowed all of it. "That is for everything, I could tell that you wanted that." "Yes I did." Jack said as he made sure his clothes were on properly after finishing. As Jack was getting ready to leave as well as Tom and Jim, they said their goodbyes. Tom then said he had something for Jack. It was an older flip phone and charger. "There were a lot of places I could have takes Jim. Something led me here. I mean that. It was not just a feeling that here was where I was supposed to bring Jim I mean roads were blocked and traffic was diverted to bring us here to meet you. I don't know why I needed to give you that phone. You don't have to pay for anything it has enough prepaid minutes to last six months if you ony use it for me. I somehow know you need something like this for us to talk again and I want to talk again and more." Jim said, "As I do." Since no one was looking at them he shared a warm hun ang a strong kiss with both. "A higher power brought us together." Yesterday Jack would have said that a higher power would not even exist. Now he agreed. It was agreed that Jack would call when he could somehow get away for a few days. He was not sure how he would do it. He knew he just needed to have faith in this higher power to make it happen.

There is very little sex in this part. I wanted to move the plot along but I hope you like it. Part 4 Time seemed to stand still as I watched my father licking his fingers covered in my pre-cum. Of all the things I'd have thought could happen, this was certainly not what I had expected. I stood there, frozen in place, our eyes locked on each others, as time stood still. Dad's face started to move closer towards mine, his lips moving towards my lips. the distance between us closing until it was almost suffocating. I felt the faint touch of his lips on mine and it sent a shudder down my spine. *Phone Ring* The sudden sound of my phone ringing brought me out of my trance. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and picked up the call. By now, dad had distanced himself and I headed upstairs to my room. The phone call was from an old friend and while it came at the perfect time, I wasn't in the mood to chit chat. As soon as I entered my room, I made up an excuse and disconnected. I needed time to think. I quickly realised that staying inside was not helping me. I had to get out so I grabbed a sweater and headed out the door. Dad was still in the kitchen and when I muttered an excuse to leave, he didn't stop me. He threw his car keys at me and asked me to drive safe. Once in the car, I headed out towards the town. After years of being away, it felt nostalgic to be back to the place I called home. I went sightseeing my school, the old mall strip we used to hang out in, the arcade store (which had closed and turned into a grocery place) and a few others. Driving around kept my mind off of the things that had occurred at home. But there are only so many places in a small town to see so eventually, my mind drifted back to the house. What had dad meant when he said neg cum? Why was dad hitting on me, his own son? Why had dad and Sam changed so much? Why was the house so well furnished when dad's business wasn't exactly the most successful? So many questions and no answers. Right on the outskirts of town was McHale's- a working man pub frequented by everyone in town. It was old, shabby and grungy, but it was the one constant in town. I had never been inside but now that I was an adult who really needed a drink, it felt as good a place as any to drown my thoughts with a glass of cold beer. Being late afternoon on a weekday, the place was mostly empty. I grabbed a chair by the bar and sat down, waiting for the barkeep. Almost instantly, a hot young guy appeared in front of me. He was probably mid to late 20s, slightly chubby with a strong working man build. Bearded with a nose ring, the guy was a walking wet dream and under different circumstances, I would most definitely have tried my luck with him. I asked him for a beer but he kept looking at me with a weird smirk. "Well if it isn't Joey Sloan." "Do I know you?" I asked, confused and slightly aware that he had a familiar face. "Harry Keppler, we went to school together Joe." Now I remembered. Harry was a classmate but he was certainly different now than what I remembered. Back then, he was maybe 5 feet tall, scrawny like a twig and shy. The almost 6 feet hunky guy in front of me had nothing in common with the boy I remembered. Harry was chatty, asking me a lot about my life outside. As a courtesy, I asked him the same. He told me his parents divorced when he was 15 and his dad left, never to be seen again. His mum passed away when he was 18 and left him with the family farm and insurance money. Not interested in farming, he went to community college and got a business degree. When he graduated, he bought the bar from the previous owners and now ran it alone. "That's good man, must be fun running a bar." "Yeah, around these parts its the best job. No shortage of drunk bubbas around here," he chuckled. By now my glass had emptied out so I asked him for a second. When he went towards the tap to fill up, I heard the bar door open. A moment later, a man came and sat a few places over, keeping enough distance between us but close enough where I could appreciate him. Alpha Male- the only words that could describe him. Almost 6 and a half feet tall, somewhere around 270-290 pounds of strong working man muscle with a gut and massively huge arms. He was wearing a cop outfit, complete with the police cap, which covered his arms and legs. But if I had to guess, I would say he was a hairy man, based on the thick handlebar mustache and the hairy knuckles on display. As a business owner, I had met my fair share of alpha males but they didn't come close to this man. Those men showed the world their alpha nature by the way the spoke, dressed and presented themselves. This man had a presence that would tell any person that he was an alpha male that you'd not want to fuck with. While I was stealing glances at him, Harry dropped the refill in front of me and made his way towards the man. I saw the guy lean over and whispered something in Harry's ear. Then he stood up, and made his way towards the washroom. A few minutes later, Harry went towards the washroom as well. About 20 minutes later, the big guy walked out of the the washroom. He made his way to the bar, grabbed his drink, downed it in one go and left. A minute later, Harry walked out of the washroom and came back behind the bar. His hair was disheveled and it was evident what had happened. Also because of small drop of white cum that was lodged in his beard in his lower chin. I pointed it out to Harry who got flustered and quickly wiped it using his finger. But instead of cleaning his finger with a cloth, he stuck it in his mouth and licked it off right in front of me. This town was weird and something was up. "Never took you for being gay Harry." "Lots changed Joe around here, you'll find out soon enough," he replied with a smirk. I went back to drinking my beer and there was silence between us for a few moments. "Who was the guy Harry? Never seen him." "That was Chief Floyd Turnpike, he came to the country 'bout 3 years ago." "So, he's your boyfriend?" I asked him with a grin. "Hah, no. He's just a guy that I love to suck and get fucked by." His casualness caught me off-guard, what was up with this town's people and their casualness about gay sex. "Wow, that's umm...good for you Harry. He's hot." "Yeah he is Joe, he thinks you are cute too." I looked at him puzzled by his revelation. He told me that the chief had asked about me while they were "doing the business". Harry had told him everything about me including who I was. "Should I be concerned? The dude looked scary." "Eh don't be, you'll come to know him soon enough." Harry said, a slight mischief in his voice. By now, my second glass was empty and knowing that anymore would result in a good buzz and prevent me from driving, I took my leave and made my way home. On the drive home, I kept thinking about how to confront dad. What could I say to him to get some answers? --- When I reached my house, my brother's car was in the driveway and a police SUV. I was shit scared that something bad had happened so I quickly parked and rushed indoors. Once inside, I found my dad, brother and the chief from earlier smoking and drinking. The scene in front of me was hot, here were 3 hot, beefy guys reveling in their shared masculinity, doing what comes naturally to be a man. But my mind was elsewhere, stuck in the thoughts of my dad, my brother and everything that had transpired. "Aah look who's back, join us son." My dad spoke up on seeing me walk in. I gingerly made my way towards an open chair, as Sam passed me a beer. All this time, the chief had been eyeing me intensely. It wasn't a friendly gaze, rather one filled with intent malice and something else. Sam offered me a cigar which I refused. The 3 of them were talking about the town and my mind drifted off to everything that had happened. I was so lost in thought that I didn't realize that they were calling my name until Sam punched me lightly in the arm to wake me up. "Joe, your dad tells me you're gay too?", the chief commented. Way to start a conversation. I simply nodded my head yes, taking a big sip of the beer to calm my nerves. Something about the chief was making me uncomfortable, his attitude was both engrossing and intimidating, with a little hint of danger. "That's good, our numbers are increasing in this town," the chief remarked. "I'm not here for long, I'll leave in a few weeks," I chimed in. The chief stared at me intently. The room was silent, with the only noise coming from the cackle of the burning cigars in the room. The awkward silence was broken by the chief subsequently with a few words that sent chills up my spine. "We'll see about that." Despite being fazed by the man's words, I knew that I had to speak up. I wasn't going to be a wimp or be intimidated by him. "So, how do you know my dad and brother?" I asked the chief. "Your dad didn't tell you? Damn Bax, you've been keeping the boy in the dark haven't ya," the chief smirked towards my dad. My dad looked nervous, it was on his face, even though he was trying to hide it. "I am your dad's dad kid," the chief exhaled. Of all the things I had heard and seen, this was the most preposterous. I knew both my grandfathers and I had visited them often as a kid. They both had passed away a few years ago but I was certain that this man in front of me was definitely not related to me. "Dad, is this a joke," I asked dad with annoyance. My temper was rising at the absurdity of it all. Before dad could respond, the chief interjected. "I am not your biological grandpa Joe. I am a different kind of dad to your father. A more closer and sacred bond than he ever had with his own father." I kept quiet, unsure of how to respond. Sensing my annoyance, the chief continued. "A few years ago, I marked your dad with a bond that tied him to me. It was the gift only a man can give another man, and when given, ties them in a bond unlike any other. Your father, by accepting my gift, accepted me as his dad. And once gifted, passed on the gift to his own son, your brother Sam." This was all kinds of crazy. What gift were they talking about? Is that why dad and Sam had changed so much? Did it have anything to do with dad and Sam's current relationship? "Son," my dad spoke up, "There's something more I haven't told you. But before I do, do you know what poz means?" Of course I did. It was a term used to refer to a HIV+ person. But why was he talking about this? "Well, the thing is son, your brother and I are poz." The air left my lungs as the words he spoke entered my brain. My father and brother were HIV+. The shock knocked me out as I sat there quietly, mulling over everything he had just said. Words didn't come and my mind blanked, replaced by a slight buzzing of being in shock. No one spoke, as they watched me come to terms with what I had learnt. "How did this happen dad? Are you okay?" "I am fine son, better than I have ever been. As for how it happened, well," he looked towards chief while pausing before continuing, "chief gave me the gift of poz and I passed it on to Sam."

Jack was bored with life. He was an adult but he was still living with his parents. He had a good job at the local hospital and could afford his own place but, his parents were guilting him to stay. They were taking most of his pay for rent and utilities, mostly because they did not want to spend their money anymore. They also had child protection on all the computers in the house, even Jack's. It was done through the WiFi some how, like the one where he worked. He worked overtime as much as possible because he had nothing else to do. He wanted to go out and meet people. He wasnted to get laid. He was 20 and still a virgin. You see there were lots of women around. Jack was pansexual but liked guys best. He wanted to meet guys to fuck around with. He wanted his first to be a guy. His community no one was openly gay, bi or pan and no one talked about the subject. He told his parents and they just said it was youthful rebellion. Jack was in great shape, played a lot of sports in school and used to take MMA lessons until he graduated from Trade School and had to work full time. His parents thought that no one who did all that could be into men. They were not even religious or anything. They just were stupid. They spoiled his younger brother and sister, twins, and they became brats. They were 18 and still not adults. Jack decided to just go to bed after work tonight. He ate dinner at the hospital canteen took a shower and went to bed. He was not ready for sleep just yet though. He had a hidden compartment in his bed where he kept something he had fond a while ago. Someone had dropped it or tried to get rid of it and Jack found it. It was a porno collection but not a normal one. It was a collection of stories and pictures downloaded from the internet and printed out. It was all about men getting "pozzed." Jack had read every story so many times he had them memorized. He knew every detail of the pictures. He knew about the tattoos of scorpions and biohazard symbols. He knew some of the stories were fictions but, a couple were true accounts. Those were favorites of his. Jack read those tonight. He was reading them more and more recently. His desire for him to be the one getting pozzed was getting stronger. He knew that he wanted this more than anything. He thought it would never happen though. He resigned himself to the fantasy. He stroked his hard dick until he csme into his blankets. He went to sleep with the feeling of his cum rubbing against his leg. He liked how it felt. He thought this would be his only source of happiness for a while. Little did he know that fates were working to change things for him. Part 2 coming soon

Love when homes are so loose the cum just falls out because the bottom can't close. I know bottoms probably hate this but so fucking hot to see, especially after just finishe fucking a loose cumdump.

Part 30 - The Mists of March Two years after brought everyone to back together for the wedding of Dexter of Alberto in Atlanta where Dexter had now set up home with Alberto. Dexter had sent two flight tickets to his parents inviting them, he was unsure initially if they would come but here they were sitting in the front row more out of curiosity than anything. The unconventional ceremony where Dexter and Alberto would walk together behind the two ring bearers, Nathan who was 9 years old and the 7 year old Mateo. Carrington acting as Alberto's best man and Conrad as Dexter's. Reaching the top Mateo turned and waved to his father and took his other father's, Carrington's hand. Charlie smiled and waved back whilst Nathan walked round and held hands with Charlie his other father, he turned and waved to his uncles Conrad and Harry whom he adored so much. Adopted by Carrington and Charlie six months ago and the process helped along by Charlie's involvement at the Children's hospital. Joyce had approached Charlie one evening asking if they were considering adoption and the following day he and Carrington went with Joyce to the foster home and took the boys a couple of weekends then every weekend and finally six months ago they formally adopted them. It wasn't all plain sailing, Nathan would sit there quietly half expecting any day to be moved on to another home. When the boys were taken to England Nathan spent much time with Conrad helping him in the gardens of the manor whilst Mateo learnt to swim with Charlie in the pool. Nathan had been in foster care all his life moving from one family to another or spending time at the home and he ad given up on a family adopting him. The transition to a family life really only hit home after spending time with his uncle that Conrad insisted he should call him did Nathan realise that this time it looked like the real deal. He had always remained a little distant with Charlie and Carrington shying away from affection. When Carrington returned from work he would send Mateo in to the gardens to find his brother. Mateo had immediately bonded with his new parents and even though Nathan found him a little overbearing at times they soon became close and he loved having a little brother. On the the return flight from their first visit to England Carrington and Charlie were still anxious about Nathan settling in. He sat next to Carrington on the flight and glanced over at Charlie and Mateo who were playing games on the in flight entertainment system. Slowly unbuckling his seat belt he climbed over the seat sitting on Carrington's lap cuddling him, Carrington smiled and kissed him on the head then put on some cartoons that they watched together until Nathan fell asleep snuggled up against Carrington. Charlie looked over and Carrington and smiled then down at Mateo who was stretched out on his seat fast asleep. The two boys loved their Friday night sleep overs with their grandfathers and would play for hours around the grounds of Barclay House with them. Charlie and Carrington would turn up on Saturday morning joining them for breakfast then spending the day all together. Keeping them grounded was a challenge since Mason and Rico loved to spoil them as did Charlie's parents whenever they took them over to Australia. Life as everyone knew it settled down in to routines and time floated by, Adam and Jamal were married but there was still a little bit of bed hopping going on with the exception of Carrington who still only had eyes for Charlie. Alberto fell in love with England on his first visit with Dexter especially Hibiscus drive and they would often form a foursome with Harry and Conrad. It was early March two years after Dexter and Alberto got married that events took a turn. Simon and Sean had brought a little place in San Francisco having fallen in love with the city and spent much of their time between there and Sardinia. Caught up in an incident Simon took a bullet in the crossfire and fell instantly to the ground, Sean was by his side when he passed away late Thursday evening. Conrad stepped out on the terrace looking at the mist that lied low over the manor grounds, the sun just visible through the mist he kissed Harry good bye on his way to the office. Conrad shivered dressed only in a t-shirt and boxers. Felix walked outside with Beth who was in tears, he studied the look on Felix's face and suddenly going all cold he knew something bad had happened. Before Felix could muster up to tell him Moham's helicopter suddenly appeared making a dangerous landing through the mist. Conrad looked back at Felix 'Simon?' he asked and Felix nodded wiping his eyes. Moham came running up on to the terrace, Conrad dropped his cup going numb from fingers to toes, Moham rushed over putting his arms around Conrad holding him tightly. Mason answered the phone sleepily and listened sitting up in bed, Charlie in the background was obviously distressed concerned about Conrad. Rico realised something was wrong and quickly up to speed he called for the private jet and to prepare for a flight to the England. He was called back within half an hour advising they had a slot secured at Farnborough airport. Within two hours Carrington, Charlie, Dexter and Alberto were in the air having dropped the boys off at their grandfathers. Back at Hibiscus Adam and Harry had arrived back and found Conrad being comforted by Jamal, Moham was busy on the phone and walked in telling them the body was being flown home as they spoke and Sean is accompanying him. The call that Moham dreaded he would have to make to the solicitors was made and he took over power of attorney until the will was read. He now faced the task of calling Simon's mother Sally to pass on the news. Simon had pre-warned Moham that his family would show up. The next couple of days were hard for everyone but Conrad was fairing okay having gone through this Jack he was made of sterner stuff despite only being 25 now. Conrad and Charlie spent many hours walking and talking in the gardens, his words almost signifying this was the end of his life at the manor and doing the work he loved most. It was strange since the manor had become a focal point where everyone met up or stayed when they got together. They walked back up to house hearing several cars pulling up in to the driveway. Inside the front doors opened and Sally walked in with her interior designer, dressed in a black dress with a small hat and pathetic attempt at a veil. "Start drawing up plans to make this more like a an opulent house" Sally said. "What are you doing in my sons house?" Sally demanded to know looking at Conrad and Charlie. Conrad stared at her "I live here I am, was his gardener" he replied. "Yes was, get out of my house now" Sally said walking past him, "And take any others that are here". Charlie took his arm and led him upstairs quickly packing his and Harry's clothes they left the manor heading back to number 8. Despite all the arguing that went on between Sally and Simon's solicitors over where he was to be buried she had no say in the matter and he was to be laid to rest next to Jack in the church yard down the road. Moham gave instructed Sally that she was not to touch anything in the manor until after the reading, he was also keeping them all updated and things moved pretty quickly. She acted with a little more dignity at the funeral with her two daughters and son all in their 50's by her side. Only Simon's brother appeared to be upset, the others showed no emotion and immediately turned to leave after the coffin was lowered waiting by the car impatiently to talk to Moham who stood with the guys. Conrad laid fresh flowers on Jack's grave and kissed the headstone then dropped several Hibiscus flowers in to Simon's grave, just as he done with Jack, one for every year they had known each other. Sally wanted the will reading done but Moham was not playing ball with her and she got more and more irritated the longer he took. She sat through the wake which lasted several hours before the solicitors gathered everyone ushering them to the dining room. Sally stopped Conrad at the door reminding him he was the gardener so not welcome at the will reading. Moham coaxed her aside allowing Conrad in, he didn't take a dislike to people that often but Conrad could see why Simon had no time for his mother and how she walked around so smug, his sisters pushing past everyone else taking seats around the table. Conrad sat on a chair at the back of the room with Harry and everyone else. Moham handed over to the solicitor who started the proceeding "I am instructed by Simon Burge on the event of his death to hand power of attorney to Raheem Mohammed Jazeer until the will reading and his assets have been distributed. It is the with diligence and medical evidence as witnessed by Raheem Mohammed Jazeer and my solicitors that my bequests are made in a sound state of mind. Contesting any element of my will will result in said benefactor stripped of any entitlement of any part of my estate or claim upon my estate with immediate effect, the stripped asset will return to my main beneficiary. As part of this and prior to any distribution of assets my solicitors will now hand out a declaration prohibiting them from raising any legal challenges, until these are signed the reading will not commence". The solicitor stopped whilst his assistant handed out the declarations to Simon's immediate family, Conrad, Carrington, Sean, Charlie, Adam, Dexter, Jamal, Felix and Beth. He looked at Simon's mother reminding her that the reading was dependent on them agreeing to the declaration. With reluctance she signed pushing the document over. The assistant collected and verified all the documents then nodded to the solicitor. "No doubt my family were last to sign but what I have done is protect those I love dearly and those who have become friends and part of my life. To my brother Eric I leave £10 million, my sisters Louise and Amy I leave £1 million each. To my mother I leave you with the same amount of love you gave me over the years which is hard to put in terms of value so I bequeath you £1 million that I have donated on your behalf to a HIV charity as I know that will upset the hell out of you". The solicitor stopped reading at the gasps in the room as she stood up shouting that this was an outrage, Eric told his mother to shut up and sit down. The solicitor picked up the next page. "To Felix and Beth who served me faithfully over the years I leave £10 million and hope they will stay on and care for the new owners and look after them much as the did for myself. To my gardener Jamal £5 million, to Dexter the only person I know who had ever made to my two favourite people quiver I leave £5 million. To Charlie who I admired for his brave decisions the sum of £50 million plus an additional £1 million to Nathan and Mateo to be held in a trust until they are 21. To Carrington I leave my equity in IntecSolutions making you co-owner with Moham along with all my numerous other share holdings. To Adam my trusted friend the sum of £50 million. To Sean who I had grown to love so much I leave you our house in San Francisco and £50 million. To Harry I leave £50 million. Hibiscus Manor I leave to Conrad and Harry, two people who gave me so much happiness and friendship over the years. A housekeeping fund of £50 million to be available for the management and maintenance of the manor. The villa in Sardinia I leave a housekeeping fund of £50 million and ownership split between Conrad, Adam, Charlie and Dexter. I expect that each year on the anniversary of my death you will all meet here at the manor to celebrate my life and retain the friendships you have all built together. Finally to Conrad who annoyed the hell out of me but I loved him like my own son I leave the remainder of my assets including my personal wealth and belongings as my main beneficiary". There was silence in the room as the solicitor finished reading and Conrad sat there stunned for a moment trying to take in what it meant, he noticed Simon's family were all looking at him, only his mother and sisters looked angry. "The fucking gardener" Sally stood up angrily, "He left everything to the fucking gardener!". Eric stood grabbing his mother's arm "Enough it is done" he said. "Oh this is not over" Sally said shaking her arm free, "We will contest it, I want what is ours". She looked at her children. "No mother we won't" Eric replied and his sisters agreed. Banging her fist down on the table she screamed "Dirty bunch of fucking cock suckers". Eric stood up "That is why he left you nothing" he said angrily. Picking her bag up and storming out of the room shouting profanities at Conrad and slamming the door behind her that was one person Conrad was glad to see the back of. "I'm so sorry" Eric said walking over and shaking Conrad's hand, "She has a bit of a temper". Conrad stood up embarrassed by it all "I didn't ask for any of this" he said. Eric smiled "I know, Simon already warned me who he was leaving everything to". "Oh" Conrad replied, "He never really talked about his family". Eric nodded "Simon loved you so much Conrad, I'm glad I finally got meet you in person" he said. "Sorry" Conrad said fighting his emotions and leaving the room. He walked out on to the terrace taking a deep breath to steady himself, he had naturally assumed that the bulk of Simon's wealth was held in shares so didn't dwell on things to much. He looked up at the manor feeling a massive wave of sadness running through his body and unable to believe that Harry and he now owned it. His thoughts interrupted seeing Moham walking out the terrace in his direction. "The money has been transferred to your bank account in Monte Carlo" Moham informed him. "Money?" Conrad asked slightly confused at Moham. Moham patted Conrad on the shoulder "His personal wealth was over £2 billion Conrad". Conrad just stood staring at Moham who smiled "Conrad you are disgustingly rich" he laughed. Conrad gulped hearing those words "Why Moham, why did he leave it all to me?" he asked. Moham smiled "You meant more to Simon than anyone after Jack died" he replied. "I see" Conrad said looking up at the manor again. "What will you do?" Moham asked, "Are you going to live here?". "Yes" Conrad replied immediately looking at him, "It is the only place I could ever consider home". "Good, Felix and Beth were a little worried" Moham advised him. "But they are wealthy now as well" Conrad said, "They could do anything they want". Moham put his arm around Conrad "True, but like you their life is Hibiscus Drive". "Oh shit" Conrad said sighing, "What the hell do I do with all that money then". "Come on lets go inside, firstly make sure your family is taken care of" Moham said. Felix and Beth were overjoyed when Conrad expected them to stay, plus he figured he might need a bodyguard like Simon had in Felix and he also gave them instructions to recruit one person each to help take some their workload and enjoy and little more downtime. The following day Conrad went up to the church still trying to make sense of the previous day. He saw the lonely figure of Sean sat there on the damp grass his devastation clear to see. "Sean!" Conrad said sitting down to him. He put his arm around Conrad "Why Conrad, everything was going so well" he said. Conrad kissed him on the lips and hugged him "I know" he said. "Harry and I want you to come and live at the manor with us" Conrad said holding his hand. Sean looked at him "Are you sure, I mean it is your home" he replied wiping his eyes. "Yes" Conrad said, "I mean we spent so much time together when you was here with Simon". "Thanks Conrad" Sean said standing. Harry walked up behind them "Come home you two" he said. Life just seemed to tick on, despite everyone wealthy in their own right it was like nothing had changed. Conrad was down in the grounds creating some new flower beds with Jamal, Charlie and Carrington had flown over with the children and Carrington had taken them to Thorpe Park for the day giving Charlie some much needed time with Conrad. Charlie was sat on the grass watching his twin and Jamal reminding him to leave a patch for his nephew Nathan when Moham's helicopter suddenly appeared and touched down. Conrad walked over to greet to Moham and he could still see two people sat in the helicopter. "Conrad, Sorry to drop in like this" Moham said kissing him on the cheek. "That's okay" Conrad said, "You are always welcome". "Someone in the helicopter needs to speak to you" Moham said carefully gauging him. "Oh, who?" Conrad asked. Moham waved and the figure of Joshua appeared followed by the man he saw in Ireland, Tanner. Moham touched Conrad's shoulder in a don't worry gesture. Charlie and Jamal stood up immediately walking over and Sean who had been cleaning the pool appeared, seeing the worried looks on Charlie and Jamal's face he strode across the lawn with a purpose. Conrad stared at him, his hair longer and his body seemed even more fitter than he remembered. Moham held his hand out to stop the others watching Conrad take a few steps forward. "Conrad" Joshua said stopping a few meters away. Conrad eyes him cautiously "Who are we today Joshua or Gary?" he asked. Joshua lowered his head slightly "Joshua I have formally adopted the name" he said. The kids came screaming across the lawn arriving back from their day out and seeing the helicopter, Carrington calling after them to stop. Charlie turned and walked over to his sons holding them back for a moment telling them to wait. Joshua looked on a little perplexed to children being here. "Can we talk?" Joshua asked, "I owe you a massive apology" he said. Conrad looked around then back at him "You lost your accent" he said inviting Joshua to walk. Conrad lead the way up to the manor and Joshua nodded to Charlie passing him by and looking at the children, his face expressionless and almost in shame he lowered his head turning away. "Never thought I would see this place again" Joshua said looking up at the manor. They entered the lounge "I came to see you in Ireland" Conrad said sitting down. "You did?" Joshua asked sounding surprised. Conrad nodded "I had to make sure that you was okay" he replied, "Hell knows why though". Joshua sat down "You care to much about people" he said, "I really did love you". "Did you?" Conrad replied, "I was in love with you Josh, but my heart was always gone to Harry". Joshua almost smiled. "You seem so different Josh" Conrad said studying him. "I feel different and importantly I understand what drove me to do the things I did" Joshua replied. Felix walked past the door every 10 minutes to listen and could hear them talking. Beth had taken the children and was cooking them some dinner keeping them out of the way, the others sat in the formal room on edge listening and being reassured by Tanner and bringing Sean up to speed on who he was. After and hour talking Conrad stood up "Will you stay for dinner?" he asked. "I don't think you want me in your life again Con" Joshua replied, "I just wanted to apologise". Conrad looked at him "You are part of me Josh, it was you who converted me". Joshua looked down shaking his head. "I don't hate you for what you did" Conrad said, "Hate is not in me". Joshua smiled finally relaxing and Conrad walked over and hugged him "Thank you Con" he said. "You still spending the nights in this place?" Joshua asked. "Ah, sort of" Conrad replied, "Harry and I own the manor now" he said. There was no doubt in Conrad's mind that this was a completely different person who seemed to have let go of whatever had been hiding inside him. Joshua stayed for dinner with Moham and Tanner meeting everyone and being brought up to speed on how things had changed since the night he was taken away. He was genuinely pleased for Charlie and how he had made a completely new life for himself with Carrington and their children. Charlie and Joshua patched things up and he joked with Carrington that he never wanted to get on his bad side ever again. Joshua walked down to the helicopter and Sean ran up to him handing him his number. "Hey if you are interested I would like to take you out on a date" Sean said. Joshua smiled and kissed him on the cheek "Yeah I would like that" he said. Sean stepped closer and quickly kissed him on the mouth "God you are sexy" he said stepping back. Joshua turned to wave good bye then stopped smiling at Sean before stepping up in to the helicopter. Conrad looked at Sean who had a very genuine smile on his face for the first time since Simon's death. Conrad held Sean's hand squeezing it firmly, Joshua became a regular visitor and finally moved to San Francisco with Sean building their own lives but always coming back to the manor several times a year. Nathan and Mateo watched from the window as the helicopter flew off and Carrington called them back in to bed so he could finish the bedtime story before uncle Conrad and Harry came in to say good night. The boys rushed over jumping on to the bed and flinging themselves at Carrington. Charlie walked in and tucked Nathan up then sat on his bed whilst Carrington carried on reading. Sean went off to the lounge and Harry grabbed Conrad's hand "Strange year so far" he said. Conrad looked at Harry and smiled "Sometimes it is still hard to believe". Harry kissed him "Do you think it is going to change anyone?" he asked. "Nah" Conrad replied, "I think everyone is happy just as they are, even Sean looks happier". Harry laughed "Yeah, I mean that Joshua is fucking hot" he said dreamily. "He is, but that is one person I never want to sleep with again" Conrad said. They walked up the stairs together and entered the boys bedroom just as Carrington closed he book. Mateo jumping up and standing on the bed holding his arms out. Conrad and Harry grabbed an arm each and swung him back and forth then finally in to bed giggling, they kissed him good night on the head. Conrad went round to Nathan "Get some sleep you have a busy day tomorrow with your bit of garden". "Ah neat, my own bit the garden. Thanks" Nathan said smiling and hugging Conrad then Harry. They walked out of the bedroom and Harry looked at Conrad "You want one don't you?" he asked. Conrad chuckled "What about two boys?" he replied half expecting Harry to freak. Harry shook his head then smiled "I think 3, put a bit of life back in to this place". "I still haven't forgot that you punched me Harry" Conrad said smiling and looking in his eyes. Harry chuckled rubbing Conrad's arse "Stop being such a cock tease then". Conrad pulled Harry in to his arms and kissed him standing at the top of the stairs framed by the grand arched window that looked down Hibiscus Drive.

Never be ashamed of who you are and what you've been through. Guys like me like loose pussy and we come in all shame, sizes and endowments. On tight bottoms. I usually tell them to plug up and wait for me, so they are open enough so I can fuck them. With loose cunt no prep needed and it's like sliding into butter and straight in a bowl of gelly with a warm hug.

Saturday morning after a hearty breakfast and skinny dip in the river all gathered back in the circle. It was time for the second game. Similar to the 1st but slightly different rules. 1st spin determines the bottom. 2nd spin chose another bottom whose job it is to choose 2 tops to do the 1st bottom as well as instruct all active participants the script for this play session. The bottle stopped 1st at the bear. Next the bottle indicated the young muscular cub. The cub chose Mel and just happened to pick the other toxic top. Then he instructed them to bb spit roast the bear in whatever order they wanted to, however, they must both breed his ass. Clearly the bear was frightened, but as the action ramped up he is clearly turned on and blows his massive load down the throat of the poz top as Mel blasts the bear's 1st known poz load into his guts. The other top is in the bears cum sloppy ass in no time. It doesn't take long 'til he's blasting his load to join Mel's. As soon as he pulls out he drops to his knees to suck out the bear's ass of toxic cum. He then moves up to kiss the bear and sharing some of the cum. They both swallow their toxic communion.

after years of getting double fisted i can get a really sloppy hole. I know some guys dont like it but other tops Ive played with love playing with a sloppy hole, especially if there are a few loads up there already. I don't get uptight about the sloppy noises it makes as I get fucked or fisted.

I like the way you think.

Having been unable to stop thinking about taking that toxic poz load for months, fantasizing daily about my next toxic load I found myself seeking out gifter profiles on the apps I started using. I guess I was well primed for meeting Mel and being introduced to his well planned 'Toxic poz cum Roulette parties '. I still surprised myself when I sent back the RSVP saying I would attend the next party with the signed waver saying I was consenting to the risk of being pozed. I fretted a great deal for the weeks leading up to the weekend but once I arrived, saw the setting and other participants I was horned up and ready to go. 7 guys gathered at a remote cabin for a weekend of sexual abandon. 3 neg cum hungry bottoms,1 of which was me. 1 neg top 1 undetectable top 2 toxic poz tops. 1 of which was Mel open information from his online profile. The Friday night game was a simple game of spin the bottle. Everyone had stripped before the game. The bottoms got in the circle 1st with the bottle stopping at the 1st willing bottom. Then the tops formed the circle for the next spin. In the 1st spin round a negative twink was paired up with the undetectable top. But of course the bottoms had no idea which top was which other than Mel. These players were invited to do whatever they wanted as long as they performed in front of the entire group. Of course the twink chose to get fucked bb and collected his 1st sweet load. Bred like a champ. In the second round of the evening the negative bear is paired with the toxic top. The bear decided to hedge his bets and chooses to suck down the load since he had an option. The third round the young muscle cub is paired with Mel. He eagerly takes Mel's toxic load up the ass begging 'breed me man, poz my hairy ass!'. He leaves the session clearly eager for all the toxic cum he can get. ... to be continued

You should be proud. You have a beautiful pussy.

Chapter Fourteen That weekend was wild. Saturday night Logan's friends left and the brothers railed me all night. I took both of their cocks for the first time and it was like coming home. I also watched Jack pound the fuck out of his little brother and knew that boy was going to be a hungry bottom in the future. The night ended with Logan riding my cock until he came hands free, his forehead covered in sweat and cum as he shot his load onto his face. Sunday Jack and I decided to just have some alone time, just the two of us. We spend most of the time fucking each other but as the day wore on the two of us laid in bed and just enjoyed being together. “So, how you feeling?” he asked me. “Right now or in general?” He chuckled “Both.” “Right now, I feel content and well fucked. In general...well I thought I would be more weirded out by having sex with guys, but honestly because you're with me, it isn't that weird, it feels right.” “I'm glad, I expected you to fight it more.” “Fight what?” “That you're a sub.” I looked at him confused. “Submissive, you like being told what to do.” “I do not,” I answered, and even knew as I said it I was lying. “Dude, you've been following what I said since junior high. You do whatever anyone says, always. It's no big deal, you just like being used.” The idea that I somehow wanted to be ordered around rubbed me the wrong way, even though I knew it was true. Jack had always been the one in charge, and I never had a problem with it at all. And he was right, I had always been a follower, just going with the flow. I never wanted to be in charge or control... “See?” he said watching me think it through, “It's not a bad thing Ev, it's just who you are.” “So I'm a bitch?”I asked, upset about the revelation. He moved on top of me, “You're my bitch, and you're whosoever bitch I say you are, but that is behind closed doors and in sex.” I wanted to be upset, but it was hard with him sitting on my cock, looking down at me possessively. “Look Ev, I'm not going to lie, I get off on watching you get fucked. It excites the shit out of me to watch you get railed by people. It makes me want to fuck you even more and I know you like it too.” I opened my mouth but he put his hand down on my throat and pressed. “I didn't say speak.” I closed my mouth before he started applying pressure. And just like that I started to get hard. “See? You're already turned on. This isn't something that's wrong with you and it doesn't make you lesser than anyone.” He ground his ass down against my hardness, “It's just what you're turned on by.” H leaned down and licked my lips, I extended my tongue to kiss him back but he pulled up, “You're mine, and that's just a fact. And you'll do anything I tell you to, period. And because you give me that trust, I will never make you do something you truly don't want to do. But you need to figure out now, there are things you want to do but you're afraid of it. Choices you will never make because of fear or ego or whatever, I will be making those choices for you and in the moment you may protest and not want to...but once your ass is blown out and you have a load dripping out your wrecked hole...you'll be begging for more. You get it?” I nodded, my mind already fogging up with lust. “So when I make a choice, I want you to fight the urge to argue with me about it. I want you to try to understand, I'm not just making you do things because I want you to,” he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I'm also doing it because you have a hungry jock cunt and want to be abused...don't you?” I looked up at him and nodded. “Say it.” “I want to be used,” I wanted sex so badly... He pressed down on my throat, “Say it properly...” I felt my air cut off and my cock throb. “I want to be used sir...” I croaked as I saw spots in front of my eyes. He let go and kissed me, “Good puppy...” I kissed him back and then begged him to mount me right then and there. The conversation was forgotten for now...but it came back up later that week. That Monday Issac started talking shit before practice. “So what gives Ev? Too good for my party?” I looked up confused, “There was a party?” Issac looked at Jack angrily, “You said he'd be there.” Now Issac was a big boy, one of those powerhouse hitters that had the upper body of a fucking mack truck. He was wearing nothing but compression pants so he cut an imposing figure as he glared at us. “Dude that was my fault,” Jack said pleasantly, “It completely slipped my mind, look, it wasn't a slight. How about I throw one for this week's game...I'll even bring the entertainment.” Issac glanced at me and then back to Jack, “For real this time? Because you said you were bringing it last weekend.” “Scout's honor,” Jack said holding up two fingers. Issac relaxed some and nodded, “You better dude...” and walked away. As soon as we were alone I looked at Jack, “Dude, what entertainment were you supposed to bring?” He smiled, “Party favors, don't worry, I'll ask my parents for the house, they'll understand.” “He looked pissed...”I said unconvinced. “He won't be this weekend,” Jack said starting to change out, “Trust me.” I did trust Jack so changed out myself and let the thought slip out of my mind. After practice I showered and was about to walk out when Cody grabbed my arm and yanked me back, “Come here man...” I looked around in panic as he drug me around the center partition and pushed me to my knees, “Been thinking about you all weekend...” His cock pushed against my lips and before I could protest I was sucking him off. The thrill that anyone could walk in and see me blowing my teammate made this all the more exciting and I found myself really going to town on his cock. “Yeah lick that dick...” he said softly as he kept a look out for people, “Get my balls...” I licked under his balls eagerly, realizing this was what Jack had been talking about. This guy was just using me to get off, I wasn't a person I was a just a thing to use and that fucking turned me on like wildfire. “Grab that soap...lather your ass up so I can fuck you.” He snapped at me. Like the fucking sex toy I was I grabbed the bottle and shoved two soapy fingers up my ass for lubrication. I moaned around his cock as I realized how fucking sick this was, here I was a foot taller than this guy, in better shape and easily four inches of cock on him and I was fingering my own jock pussy waiting to get fucked by him. My own cock was weeping precum from just the though. He pulled me up and shoved me against the wall, “Spread that ass...” My cheek rested against the tile as both my hands grabbed my muscular ass and pulled my cheeks apart. I felt his thick head press against my hole and felt myself relax automatically as I took his cock into me. “Fuck you have a tight cunt...” he growled as he pushed into me with one motion. His pubes were against my ass and I felt my ass try to adjust to the intruder as he pulled out and slammed into me again. He had no intention of giving me pleasure, he didn't care how it felt, all I was to him was a hole for his dick and my job was to get him off. He tore into my ass, his hands on my shoulders pulling me back onto him as he pushed forward. His cock felt good but it was more that he was just using me that turned me on. “Fucking faggot cunt...” he chanted as he fucked me, “You want me babies up in you? You gonna take my load?” “Fuck me Cody...breed me...”I whimpered as I felt him fuck me harder. “What if someone walked in right now?” he asked, “I'd bet you'd suck their cock like the fucking faggot you are wouldn't you?” I nodded as I stroked my cock. “Yeah you'd like that...what if fucking Mr. Franks came in...you'd suck him off?” Mr. Franks was the 60 something janitor that wanted the halls of the school every night. He had thinning white hair and looked like he was just a walk skeleton with clothes most days. He always leered at people as we walked by and was universally accepted as a creep. And the thought of Cody making me suck him off made my cock pulse. “Oh yeah you would!” he said feeling my ass clench around him, “You're a fucking dirty freak aren't you? Say it...” “I;m a dirty freak...” I chanted as I felt myself get close, “Use me Cody...use my pussy...” He reached around and grabbed my throat as he fucked me, “Open your mouth.” I turned my head to look at him and opened my mouth as he spit into it. My cock pulsed again and I knew I was going to shoot. “Fucking faggot...” he snarled as he pushed my head against the tile and began to pile my ass again and again. I felt him get close as my own cock tensed up with my orgasm. “Take my load...” he roared as he shot into me. My own cock exploded against the wall as I felt his cock fire off shot after shot of cum up into me. He kept punching into my ass, “Get my cum up into you cunt...fucking take that load...” “Fuckmefuckmefuckme....” I babbled as I felt the last of my orgasm hit. He pulled out and let me slip to the floor, “Good cunt.” he aid before spitting on me one last time and walked out. I laid there, never feeling so fulfilled as I did right then. Fuck, Jack was right about everything.

I do not know about others, but for myself personally it is not important at all to hear my bottom say that I am big. It is not about size (to an extent). I wouldn't say that I am 'large', but then, what defines large? My Dick is about 7.5" in length when fully erect, and I am sure that some would see that as large, others average, and for those that I'd physically fall into their anal abyss (haha) would see me as microscopic. So yeah, not important to me at all. What is of great importance for me though, is chemistry, a human to human spiritual connection if you like. As for tight VS loose, tight can be fun if one is corrupting them, sorry, I mean training 😉, but I MUCH prefer a sloppy loose cunt. If it makes you feel uncomfortable to act that way, then don't - You are in charge of your destiny.

Time for lunch, another swim and an afternoon of leisure. Some guys got in a nap. In the gentle evening light everyone gathered for the 3rd Game. This time the tops were 1st in the circle. The bottle spin determined which top will bottom for the rest of the group, all six tops and bottoms. The negative top not on PreP, was selected. He chose to spin the bottle again to see if the game would be played safe or raw. 50/50 chances. The bottle stopped at raw and he figured he was in for 3 toxic poz loads. Resigned to his fate he chose Mel to start the cum dump gangbang. Sitting on Mel's huge erection with only spit for lube he sighed deeply and then uttered "knock me up, Poz my ass man ". All the observes cheered and encouraged Mel to give it to the top. It was not long 'til Mel held down on his shoulders, no escape, and let him know "I'm pozing your ass, take my deadly sperm!" This is when the rest fully realized the top had been negative, a surprise pozing and they made their delight known patting their newly bred companion on the back as Mel added two more toxic loads . Next up was the toxic top who stars by feltching out a mouthful of Mel's cum. He then kisses and shares this nectar with everyone in the circle. When he returns to top he inserted one finger and scratched deep so any toxins would find easy entrance. A look of pain and terror crossed the acting bottom's face. Looking the toxic top in the eye with concern his face soon melts into a resigned grin and he gave his head one nod of approval. His fate could now be sealed . He receives more fingers each digging in more scratches. With each painful tear he offers more consent. When the thumb is added to 4 fingers he clearly needs a moment to decide ... again the slight nod and the fist starts pushing in tearing and stretching his ass wider than ever before. Breathing deeply he did his best to relax and the knuckles slipped in. Given a moment to adjust he is surprised to hear his own voice. "Yup, more. " The fist fucking begins and he accepts it like a champ as the crowd went wild. Each punch went deeper and it didn't end 'til toxic top's arm was elbow deep. When his arm was removed it was streaked with ass juice, cum and blood. With a malicious smile the top licks his arm and drives his raw cock into the wrecked hole. When close he jerked himself off shooting on the hole the bottom is pulling open, plunging in for the last few volleys. Before the bottom got his breath the next 2 loads were delivered into his spent dripping ass. When he had received at least one load from everyone, not having cum himself, he was given free choice to pick an ass to breed. You guessed it, he chose the toxic top. He started by eating his ass then tongue fucking and fisting. As the toxic top enthusiastically accepted all offers 5 more guys fist fucked him to the very depths of his limits. The twink was able to get in well beyond his elbow and with two hands well past the wrists. Our unspent top wedged his cock between the twinks hands and had the twink jerk him off inside the toxic tops vulnerable ass. Overcome with excitement the twink came at the same time and all three collapsed into a pile to catch their breath. Down to the river for a midnight skinny dip and everyone was sent off to bed with instructions not to pee in the morning until instructed.

I just have to say - what a difference a load makes! I was about to call it another lost COVID day when I get a little bleep from Kik, with a note from the young blond guy who lives local that he wants some ass. He had actually messaged me an hour and a half earlier and I had missed it, but just by hopeful chance I had cleaned out earlier in the day, so I was could take him quickly. He’s hefty, and his cock isn’t big, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm and a special kind of warmth that I can just feel radiating off his cock every time he enters me - he really wants this. He doesn’t last all that long either, but the way his groan gets pulled from somewhere deep, deep down inside him when he cums tells me without looking that his eyes are rolled back in his head and he feels for that moment as though his flesh is melted into mine. For me, that moment is doubly delicious because not only do I share the intensity of his orgasm and the heat of his body actually being inside me, but the moment he shoots his cum into me, I’m hit with the chemicals in it that affect me like a drug - I feel instantly warm and whole and right, and utterly convinced that my purpose is to be his cunt. It’ll wear off in a while - that’s what happens, and I know I’ll be left feeling empty and strung out and desperate for another cock to come rut my warm hole. I know that in time I’ll just need more and more to get the same feeling, and that in time I’ll end up either accept that I’ll never be able to get enough, or I’ll keep trying until I’m completely debased and willing to do anything at all for cock. There’s not too much I wouldn’t do already, but I’m nowhere near the bottom either. Because I can still feel the difference that one load makes, and right now, I’m glowing.

Me, I usually like the fuck to go on and on and on for as long as the Top is enjoying himself, because for me as a bottom the reward is knowing that I’m the source of his pleasure. Most often, I don’t try to speed up his orgasm, because that would cut short the pleasure he would get in fucking me. But I do know how to do it. It’s a skill you have to pick up with time and practice, I’m afraid - and the application is different for each individual, so you really have to be tuned in to the Top rutting you, his rhythms, his sounds, his energy, his cues, figure out what’s driving his urge to be inside you. When you’re attuned to all that, you know when to make just a slight whimper or growl at the right moment, or get a sense of how and when to use your inner muscles to lightly snatch at his cockhead on the outstroke - not too hard - and then go totally loose on the instroke, or vice-versa. Sometimes I get a sense that a Top is getting to the point where he’d like to cum but isn’t quite getting there, and I step in with the barest little trick or two - it doesn’t take much - and then suddenly he goes, “Oh, shit! I’m gonna fucking cum in you!” like he’s surprised, and BAM! He’s over the moon. I always smile a little when that happens. But I never do it unless I get a strong sense that he’s ready, for two reasons: First, if you try to push a Top’s performance, you stand a significant risk of throwing him off his rhythm, killing his mood, or worst, spoiling his orgasm. This is especially true if your technique us clumsy. There are other threads on here where Tops complain about pushy bottoms who ruin a fuck by changing position or just not knowing when to be still and just fucking take the cock. Second, because it’s the wrong way to go about sex. Sex works when two people are working to satisfy each other’s needs, but if I decide when and where * I * want the Top to cum, I’ve completely stopped thinking about his needs and focused entirely on my own. Instead of worrying about tricks to make a man cum in you whether he wants to or not, maybe think about ways you can make the experience of fucking your ass an excellent, luxurious one that once they start, they don’t want to stop. Men cum inside me (so they keep telling me) because they feel incredibly good inside me. Be that kind of ass, and they’ll shoot you full.

I have been away from BZ for several months, so my stories all ground to a halt. If you want to see this story continue give this comment a 'like' so I know you want more and that is is worth me carrying on with it. I do have a few dozen chapters ready to publish, and have developed one of the poz greedy NEG characters rather nicely 😈 I hope everyone has been keeping well in what has so far been an extremely bizarre year.

I had always played safe. I chose condom porn the few times I let myself watch; and, the even fewer times I relented to my carnal desires I insisted on safe condom sex. I was 36 and needless to say I didn't have very much experience. Really I was just one very shy and super careful guy. One Friday night after a 6 month period of sexual abstinence I stepped out of my comfort zone and went to my neighborhood gay bar. I nursed my beer alone in a corner and drank in all the eye candy. My eyes soon lit upon an incredibly hot bear cub. Once he entered my vision I couldn't take my eyes off him. Every thing about him was my ideal turn on. Dark curly hair, impish grin, golden tan, short trim beard and body hair in all the right places. His tight shorts and low cut white muscle tee showed off his beautiful body perfectly. I tried not to be obvious with my ogling but was not successful. He gave me a big smile, excused himself from his handsome friends and made his way over to me. I was delighted and mortified all at the same time. I was surprised my tongue worked and we were soon chatting about nothing in particular. I was surprisingly comfortable with this gorgeous young man, I guessed about 24, and we kept ordering beer. After the 4th I uncharacteristically hurd myself invite him to my place. We barely got the door closed and were all over each other deep throat kissing and tearing off our clothes. Naked he was the fulfillment of every wet dream I had ever had. He was soon on his knees giving me the best blow job and I was soon ready to cum. He noticed the signs and stopped, stood up and assured me 'not yet '. It was my turn to take his beautiful big thick cock in my mouth. I could barely manage this 8" beauty yet before long we were 69ing on the living room floor. Sensing I was on the verge of orgasm again he stopped us and asked where the bedroom was. He backed me in and immediately pushed me down on my back on my bed. He raised my feet over his shoulders in no time and was bent over deep kissing me again. I was breathless as I felt his swollen dick head touch my hole. It felt great. With only his spit for lube he started to push the naked tip in. I involuntarily took a deep breath relaxing my ring. I came to my senses as his bare head found entry to it's goal. "Aren't you forgetting something?" ,I murmured almost in audibly. He just looked at me with that incredible impish grin. "The condoms are in the drawer of my bedside table. " With utter confidence he replied while pushing in a little deeper, "I never use those. " Again my hesitant murmur; "I never don't..." As he pushed in to 4 inches, "Really!" My response came more as a question than statement "really?" As he pushed in to 5 inches he said, "Well you seem to be enjoying my raw man meat. " I couldn't lie I had quickly moved through the initial pain, "Ah ... yeah... but, it's not safe ... I don't even know you ... we just met ... and I never ..." "Just let me push in all the way. Try something new" he persuaded. My meek voice, "No fucking, ok ... just in balls deep... then pull out " There was no response as he steadily pressed in deeper. "Ok?" I asked Oh my God his big raw cock felt incredible and then his balls hit my taint! He couldn't miss the half grunt half sigh of satisfaction and he pushed in even more while grinning in my face and looking deep into me with his incredibly seductive brown eyes. "Oh FUCK ME! " the words came spilling out of my mouth. I could not believe what I had just said. To be continued ...

So I'm hoping this is the right part of the forum to post this. As the title suggest, I'm a slut for these types of dudes. Then again, I'm a slut for a lot of types LOL The ubermasculine, tough and rough type of straight dudes, I'm immediately noticing these type of boys on the street. They don't have to be clasically handsome, they might have rough edges, brutish looks and it turns me on 😛 Some of them white trash also looks a bit more sleazy and unkempt but still ruggedly hot in a way, like damn there are some hot af homeless guys out there who I just want to slurp up. And I have to admit, if they are the guys that are 'all-about-the-pussy' and 'fag basher' types, it makes this boy even hornier. Not saying pretty boys aren't hot, wouldn't say no to one but there's just something special about them lol I like to sort of 'hunt' my way towards them, try to suggest and seduce them but it doesn't always work. But when it does, I feel like the the literal whore in heat haha. Most of them completely forget the condom when they actually get in the zone (sometimes with the help of a good porn with some busty girl) and just want to ram their delicious cocks into a hole. When they finish, they pretty much leave in a hurry or make me leave as fast as possible. Also there's this side to it where you have to coax some of them with actual cash and aren't all comfortable in it. Is it bad to say it makes me hot that I still get to enjoy their straight cocks? Surely I'm also not the only one here who's into these sort of things right?

Author's note - it is my intention to serialise this story. But this post is the first two chapters. Determined to forget I was head down, bum up in the dark room of Wet on Wellington in Melbourne. I could barely make out that about seven men were leaning against the wall - watching the show. The stranger jack hammering into hole as precum leaked out of my cock on to the vinyl fuck-bench. I couldn’t tell you if he was wearing a condom - to be honest I was past caring. His moderate cut cock was as hard as granite and he seemed determined to fuck me as hard as humanly possible. I could tell he was Asian - he had straight pubic hair and he was clearly into me. I wasn’t there for pleasure - I was there to take loads and move on from the past. He was hitting my prostate with every stroke in the most unpleasant way I could imagine. Frankly, it just hurt - not even liberally huffing amyl helped. But the pressure meant my cock was leaking - precum continued to dribble out of my foreskin onto the vinyl. I kept moaning with every abusive slam - not for my top - but to entertain the barely visible silhouette around the edge of the room. This was a hate fuck from a man who I would never recognise - but I was determined to take it to show the crowd that even self-loathing chubby guys have their charms. To distract myself from the punishment I was taking, I started to think about how I got here. In June it became obvious that Covid was back. My suburb was one of ten going into an extreme lockdown for two weeks to save the city from a second wave. The political system seemed determined to cover-up how, why and even who was responsible for our predicament. I was angry and scared, and frustrated that the white-wash would mean other places wouldn’t be able to learn from our mistakes. And on day two of the two week lockdown, I was washing up. The man I loved and had lived with so long told me “You’re just not the guy for me - we’re a bad match”. Those two weeks lasted 147 days - and my city is still living with restrictions. The rules were so strict it was illegal for me to move out of our home. I couldn’t stay with friends and I couldn’t even check into a hotel because they were all closed. Our only break from each other was an hour of ‘outside exercise’ every day - in the dead of winter. It was even illegal to get a haircut. We both tried our best to be kind and civil during those 21 weeks - but the fact remains for nearly six months he and I were caught in a cage-match - I was trapped somewhere I wasn’t wanted, feeling hurt and abandoned, and he was trapped with someone who he once loved, came to resent and now desperately needed to escape. It was crushing for both of us. I had been with him for so long I had forgotten who I was without him. The most sensible thing to do was to live in a manner directly inverse to the life that we had built together. I rented a fancy apartment in the middle of the city centre, got myself on PrEP and downloaded the apps. In short, a few weeks from my 42nd birthday, something had snapped in me and I decided to take every cock I could find until I forgot who I had become with my ex. Moving day My grandmother’s voice swirled in my mind - ‘When you move house, always pack a bag with a towel, soap, sheets, toilet paper and a pillow - your first job is to make the bed - the rest is a bonus”. I included my prep, a toothbrush, an old towel, a bottle of lube, and a fresh bottle of amyl in the bag. After making the bed I had a shower and started working on my plans. I installed Grindr, Scruff, BiggerCity, and Growlr. And, then I did what the old me would consider unthinkable - I set my username in each app to “I can host”, and promised myself no matter what, I would say “yes” to any man who wanted to come over. As I pottered about the boxes - “ding” from a guy called “thick” on Growlr - “Hey”, he was 100 meters away and reported his age as 54... “Hi - how are things?”, I replied… “Good - just shopping - got any pics?” I sent him a series of photos - one my cock, one of my butt, a few of my unremarkable face, and a body shot that showed I was a chub. While I would say yes to every man who wanted to come over, I wasn’t going to deceive them. Yes, my heart was broken, but my integrity remained intact. He replied with three photos - one of a thick looking cut cock, another of a middle-aged body that looked like it was taken 15 years ago, and a clothed photo in front of Sydney Town Hall where all the cars in the background were from the mid-nineties. I reminded myself of my obligation - I would say yes to every man who asked. My thumbs flicked back to the chat, and tapped out “nice cock. What are you looking for?” He rambled and I decided to cut to the chase. “I’ve just moved into this place and I’m looking to get fucked NSA” He took the hint and about ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. He was not 54, but he was chatty. To break the ice (and to shepherd him into the bedroom), I gave him a tour of my new home. He wanted to do foreplay and he was bad at it. Mercifully, after about 15 minutes of quite dull, uncoordinated fumbling our clothes came off and I’m pleased to report the cock was as advertised. I presented myself - taking a doggy-position at the edge of the bed. He started to rub his hands all over my body. I slathered lube on his cock and my backside. I reached for the amyl bottle and then he started to speak again… “Do you have a condom?” I thought about it for a moment - I had some somewhere in the apartment, but everything was in boxes, the boxes were in a random order and so I answered truthfully. “No. I’m on Prep, so does it matter?” Saying it out loud changed everything for me - in that moment I knew I was serious. I simply huffed the amyl and waited patiently. My suitor seemed confused - but he was leaking precum and obviously ready to go. He dropped to his knees, and started to eat me out like a man who hasn’t had a meal in weeks. While his tongue was opening up my hole I realised he had finally shut-up, and so I enjoyed the peace and quiet. He stood back up and started to rub his cock all over my crack - leaving a trail of precum. I kept huffing the little brown bottle. He slid into me a little too quickly, it had been months since I had been fucked - and I was living for it. He thrust into me somewhat artlessly. I started to moan because despite his lack of technique, I could feel a certain tension leaving my body. My moans must have turned him on because he got harder. “You like my thick cock, chubby slut?” “Yeah, please keep fucking me, man” “All you chubby boys are the same - look at you, you’re a dirty slut, taking a random cock bareback” Well he wasn’t wrong. I clenched my hole around his rod that somehow was getting harder still and suddenly my moans became real: I was loving being dicked down by a stranger. He kept pounding my hole, and we were both getting a light-sweat. “I’m getting close - where do you want me to cum?” My hole was singing - yes, it was slightly sore from the stretching, but after months of bad porn and being caught with my ex, it was finally being used for its intended purpose. I was ready to say something acerbic like “Really dude? Take a hint” but, then I became aware of my voice in the room “In me” And then, without so much as a thought, I heard myself begging “Please cum in me - I need you to breed my hole. I want you to dump your load deep inside me. I need your cum.” Somehow, the truth had escaped while I was thinking about how I’d be sarcastic. He slammed as deep into me as he could - and then I felt his cock pulsing. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Finally, two or three weaker pulses. He collapsed on top of me. I gently squeezed around his cock - I was determined that every drop of his seed would stay in me. He withdrew. I turned onto my back and relaxed. As he caught his breath, he started to yammer again. Eventually he asked me if I wanted to go on a dinner date with him sometime. “No thank you, I’m just not in that place at the moment. But thank you so much for coming by today and giving me a load. Do you need me to walk you out of the building?” “I was hoping to get to know you better” I lazily motioned at the boxes in the corner of the room and said “mate, I’ve got a lot of work to do - some other time, perhaps?” “Umm, ok” He put on his shoes, and started to move towards the front door - but not before hugging me. A hug that I didn’t want. I managed to overtake him in the hallway, and open the door for him and escorted him into the lift-lobby. I pressed the down button. “You’ll be right to get out of the building?” I asked, in the form of a statement. “Yes” As I turned to return back to my apartment, I found myself speaking “Good. Well thank you for dropping by” Before he could reply I had closed and locked the door to my apartment. Something else had shifted in me. I didn’t want aftercare. I wasn’t attracted to him. In fact, something about him was just ‘off’ - maybe it was his misleading use of photos from the 1990s? I wasn’t annoyed or ashamed or having been fucked by him - although I found his need to speak very annoying. It was just that he was no longer relevant to my day and I was done with him. Then there was that unmistakable tone from my phone - Scruff. My hole had cum still in it - I was coated in lube and I opened it - a 21 year old was 12 meters away and had messaged me “Hi. I love bigger guys”...

So when did you guys know you were done with condoms? For me, I gradually came round to ditching them, after I “accidentally” took a bunch of guys bareback at the sauna, and had a few courses of PEP. But as for when I knew? Again at the sauna, this really hot muscular guy, maybe ten years older than me, tried to lob it in with me up against the wall. I grabbed his cock, realised it was raw, and said “no, sorry.” He immediately grabbed the guy next to me, a gorgeous black guy the same age and build as me, and shoved it in him against the wall instead. And the bottom just looked at me in pure ecstasy, with a huge smirk on his face. I decided then I was never going to let that happen again. Anyway, since then, both the muscular top and the black bottom have fucked me raw at the same sauna, so all good!

My boy is perfect for me, he is cute, smart, small, blond, masc, and a sexy little 18 year old jock boy. Pervy as they come in his head but with no clue how to have sex properly. While I enjoy fucking his tight hole when he is not fully able to take me and I cum quick as he moans in pain mostly, I really wanted him to fully enjoy it and for his hole to open up. Instead of wasting time with smoking and going to parties and all the fuss and mess of that world I called up an old buddy of mine from my old partying days and scored a small bag. Now every time when we have enough time to recover I break off a small rock, put it to the side. I get my boy and his hole warmed up. Usually start with some heavy drinking. Vodka mixed with Smart Water Recharge (for hydration). I eat that tight ass boi hole for hours and massage him and get him feeling amazing. He always begs me to fuck to fuck him as only “his big bro could”. Once his hole is open enough and lubed up just from my spit, and my cock rock hard in anticipation of transforming him into my own personal “lil bro” sex doll, I put the tiny rock into my piss slit and rocket launch my cock into him. Fuck there is no better feeling in the world then watching him transform before my eyes. His legs above my shoulders, body laid out to sacrifice before me. Seeing the hunger in his eyes grow as he moans out from the burning and tries to throw me off, but also grinds his ass back up on my cock. Soon enough his ass transforms and puffs up around my cock enveloping it in the most perfect teen cock sleeve you can imagine. The way he begs for my cock and load is like a chorus from heaven (or hell). I pound the fuck out of his hole, stopping only to eat out his ass, and maybe get some of the residual chems for myself to prolong the frenzy. We go for hours. Mostly in that position, or with him ridding me glaring into my eyes begging for more as he squats on my cock and I piston fuck the crap out of him. We talk a mad game about other men coming to use him and whoring him out, But in that moment I’d not share that ass with a single other soul. It’s too perfect, and just for me. Four or five loads and many hours later we are exhausted, I’m barely high and pass out, he’s a bit more energetic and so after we cuddle and I pass out he cleans up our room and readies a post fuck feast (usually take out or delivery - he’s fucked up). We eat, then sleep more. It’s a perfect little trip to the most incredible sex that no one needs to know about. We don’t record it. It’s just for us two. But I do get a kick of seeing how still affected by the comedown he is the next day when I have to drop off electrolytes or food to his work. A little reminder that I made him my whore the day before.

I think this will likely have only one (perhaps two) more parts. Enjoy. PART 3 Tony continued to whisper dirty stuff in Jake’s ear while casually playing with his own cock, which was sticking out of the zipper of his shorts. The tall guy in my ass felt amazing and I was loving having both of my holes filled with cock. The booty bump that Tony put under the tall guy’s foreskin was really kicking in hard, and my brain could only focus on one thing. COCK. COCK and more COCK. I desperately needed loads of cum in my pussy and couldn’t remember what other purpose I had, other than letting men use my holes to shove their dicks in and breed. The tall guy started to pick up the pace and said “you want my load, pig? Tell me what you want, you fucking whore.” He slowed down and continued to berate me “Come on faggot. If you don’t want it I’ll give my load to that other boy over there. He looks like he has a hungry pussy too.” Tall guy looked over at the other boy kneeling on the floor, still sucking the older daddy’s cock. "Your pussy hungry, bitch?” Deep moans came from a few feet away from me and the other boy said “fuck yes. I need cum in my hole.” Fuck. Someone else was going to take the load that my pussy desperately needed. No fucking way. That little bitch wasn’t getting this stud’s sperm. I desperately needed it inside me. My brain came out of its cock induced stupor and I moaned loudly. “Fuck bro, No! I gotta have it! Breed my cunt. Knock me up, I gotta get your load. I need your babies inside me.” He slapped my ass and laughed in a nasty way. “Fucking greedy little chem pig. You’re gonna get my load, don’t worry faggot.” He laughed again and picked up speed, holding on to my hips while he pounded my cunt mercilessly. I moaned loudly and kept begging him for his load, “come on dude, fuck my pussy, I gotta have it. Breed me! Fuck, yes, breed me stud!” My begging sent tall guy over the edge and he pounded me even harder, pulling his cock all the way out and immediately slamming it back inside, coming close to but never quite satisfying my greedy fagdump. Finally, he slammed into me a few more times, even harder than he had been doing and said “Gonna make your fucking cunt pregnant, whore. Here it comes.” He held his long, thin cock in my hole and I could feel it throbbing inside me. “Yes, yes yes! Knock me the fuck up, bro! I gotta have it. Keep fucking raping me! God I need cock. FUUUUUUUCK.” The guy had clearly shot a huge load up my ass, and it was all I could do to hold on to Jake’s waist. Jake stopped fucking my mouth and just held his cock still so I could slow down from the vibration I was feeling from the tina plus the fucking the tall guy had given me. He pulled his dick out of me quickly and spun me around, pulling Jakes dick out of my mouth. “Clean my cock, faggot.” He shoved his sperm covered cock in my mouth and I gobbled it down all the way down my throat. The tall guy slammed his dick in and out of my mouth a few times, then pulled it out and said “OK, pig, that’s enough.” He pulled up his jock and shorts and tucked his long cock in the pouch, and said “I gotta go, faggot. See ya round.” He bent down, looked me in the face and spat, saying “fucking whore.” He took off, leaving me standing in the middle of the bathroom floor, feeling a little woozy. I grabbed on to the metal partition between the sinks and the urinals and said “Guys, my head’s kinda spinning.” Jake and Tony laughed and Jake said “it’s ok bro. Take a deep breath. We got all night.” I held on to the metal partition and tried to catch my breath. Jake and Tony still had their dicks out and were both hard as a rock. My pussy was still really hungry and I realized that there were a some new guys in the room. The daddy getting his cock sucked by the other pig on the floor grunted, moaned and dumped his load in the boy’s mouth. He quickly packed his cock away and left while the boy on the floor stayed there, moaning and playing with his tits. Tony said “Go, pig. Now.” He pointed at the door and slapped me across the face playfully. I finally looked over at the three new guys, all early 20s college boys, one tall and skinny, the other two short and beefy, who were standing near the doorway, rubbing their dicks through their shorts. I walked over, just wearing my jock and knelt down in front of the three of them and reached for the one in the middle, one of the beefy guys. He unbuttoned his shorts and they fell to the floor. Faced with another fat uncut dick, I simply opened my mouth and swallowed it. I heard “suck it, faggot,” and he reached around the back of my head to roughly pull my mouth onto his cock. All the way down my throat in the first stroke. Heaven. He didn’t care what I wanted. A slut with a mouth was in front of him, so he was going to fuck it with his dick. I was just there to be a hole. His buddies pulled their cocks out and began to stroke them. The tall, skinny guy had an equally long and skinny cut cock and the other short beefy guy had a short, but impossibly fat dick. My pussy twitched in hoping I’d get it inside me. In the meantime, I concentrated on getting my face fucked by a really fat uncut cock, aka my new best friend. Jake and Tony walked over to where we were standing and Tony pushed Jake down onto the floor. He was a top to me, but to his Dad he was just a little pig boy, slut, whore cocksucker who occasionally needed to be reminded of his place. First via an unexpected booty bump and now by being “forced” to suck some stranger’s cock. Jake let the tall guy shove his long, thin dick down his throat and started to moan. He was kneeling on the concrete floor next to me, spun cocksuckers hypnotized by the delicious cocks using our mouths for their owners’ pleasure. Suddenly, I felt another presence on the other side of me. The twink boy who’d been sucking cock when we first entered was on the other side of me, trying desperately to get the enormously fat cock of the third college boy in his mouth. He was a small kid, perhaps 18 or 19, and not more than 5’4” tall. He had a really cute face and a chest covered in blonde fur. If I was in a top mood, he’d be a boy I’d love breeding, but he, Jake and I were all kneeling on a dirty concrete bathroom floor sucking their cocks. Bunch of faggot bottom boys. After a few minutes of cocksucking and loud moans coming from almost everyone in the room, the guy I was sucking turned to Tony and said “Can we fuck your faggots?” Tony laughed and said “only two of them are mine, but sure. I don’t think any of them will object to getting a nice load of sperm in his cumdump. Stand up pigs.” We all stood up and each one of us turned around so the guys could easily access our pussies. I could hear the guy behind me spitting on his dick, and he reached out to feel my hole and said “nice, I got the pre lubed model. Ready or not, faggot, I’m fuckin your cunt.” He slammed his long fat dick in my hole, not really caring if I was opened up. I knew this was going to be a brutal fuck. He was showing off for his buddies, and we all knew it. The tall guy was balls deep in Jake “fuck dude, this one is lubed up too. What a bunch of fucking sluts.” The little Twink kid squealed as the third guy’s absurdly fat cock was lubed up from a bottle he brought with him. Tony walked over to the top and whispered in his ear. I saw him hand something to the guy and he laughed. Another booty bump. The kid was gonna need it. He was pretty small and the cock the guy was trying to shove up his ass was enormous. But he looked like he’d been around the block a time or thirty and knew his way around getting a cock up his ass. Tony pulled out a bottle of poppers and I could hear the kid take 5 or 6 enormous hits off the bottle. He sighed and the guy behind him just sighed and said "holy fuck. No one’s ever taken my cock so easily before. What a filthy whore. Dude, your boy’s a fucking whore.” He and Tony both laughed and the guy started his fucking rhythm to match his buddies who were fucking me and Jake. I could hear the kid next to me say “FUCCCCCCCK,” and I knew the booty bump Tony gave him was kicking in. Now we were all spun to one degree or another and doing what dirty faggots do. Get fucked up the ass in a sleazy public toilet. The three of them were clearly really turned on by the situation and I knew they wouldn’t take long to breed us. The one fucking me went first. He was moaning loudly and started to speed up his merciless pounding of my cunt. I was having a hard time standing up, and started to beg him for his load. “Fuck me bro. Give me another load. I need to get knocked up. Gotta have your babies. Gotta get bred. Make me pregnant.” I kept up with an endless stream of filthy talk to get him to the edge so he’d give me his hot college boy load. Finally after a few minutes he started to jackhammer my cunt and then held still. I could feel his enormous prick throbbing in my cunt and knew he was adding his DNA to my hole. For a second I wished I was a girl so I could get knocked up for real, over and over again. He held his cock inside me and I could feel it still pulsing, throbbing in my cunt. Then the tall guy who was fucking Jake started his ride down the roller coaster. He loudly whispered “fuck dude, I’m coming. Take. My. Fucking. LOAD, YOU WHORE!” I looked over and I could see his nuts pulling up every time he shot a volley of cum into Jake’s pussy. The guy inside me was still hard and slowly fucking my cunt, frothing up the loads that were inside my hole. Finally it was the turn of the guy with the giant dick fucking the little furry Twink. He didn’t say anything, but we were all watching him pummel the kid’s hole. I couldn’t believe he was taking that huge cock so well. Finally the guy held still and I knew he was breeding the kid with a giant load of cum to match his giant dick. Finally they all pulled out, pulled up their jocks and shorts and left without a word. The furry kid turned and got on his knees immediately, shoving his cute face up against my pussy, sucking the loads of sperm out of me. I reached around and pulled his face into my hole so he could mine for jizz gold inside my cunt. Jake and Tony were making out and walked over to where I was so I could hold onto them while my pussy got eaten. I was in fucking heaven, spun out of my head and turned on like I’d never been before. Finally he slowed down and stood up, passing me a nice huge snowball of cum into my mouth. We made out for a minute or two, passing the cum loads back and forth between us until they were gone. He walked over to the corner and grabbed a backpack, pulling out a jockstrap which he pulled on around his pretty, completely soft cock and big beautiful furry butt. Tony walked up to him and said “you ready to go, sport?” “I sure am, Dad. I had a great time tonight.” Tony laughed and smiled. He could see me, shocked again, and said “yeah, this one is mine too. Gabe, say hi to Adam. He’s coming home with us. Aren’t you, Adam?” I was completely shocked but my pig brain said “am I?” I grinned like an idiot and said “Sure!” I pulled up my jockstrap and Gabe and I walked out of the bathroom, arm in arm, making out. I grabbed my shorts from the trunk and put them on, but left my tank top off. Standing by my car, Tony walked up to Gabe and said “why don’t you ride with Adam. You boys can get to know each other better. We’ll meet you back at the house.” Tony reached over and kissed Gabe deeply, and I could see Tony playing with Gabe’s pussy again. He moaned. “Daddy! Come on! Let’s go. You can have my hole whenever you want.” Tony laughed and slapped his butt cheek. “I can’t resist that big, furry ass of yours. OK, son. See you there.” Then he turned to kiss me and said “get a move on. My cock needs your cunt, boy.” I smiled and kissed him back, hard on the mouth. “We’ll be right behind you, Sir.” I got in the car thinking how lucky I was to have a week off work. Gabe reached over to play with my cock while I was driving and I could see I was in for a long, fun night.

I love being so used and loose I can't close. The feeling of cum running out of my wrecked hole just makes me feel like a proud slut and horns me up for still more fucking and fisting.

I use to go to Roman Holiday Spa in Van Nuys, CA. back in 2003 when it was packed. You could pretty much hook up with any big dick top and they would have lines of Tina drawn out to fuck up a bottom. I was lucky enough to meet a porn star there with a thick 9-inch cock. I didn't know he was a porn star until the guy at front desk told me. He would text me whenever he was heading to the spa. After I did my lines he would always eat my ass before sliding his monster into my hole. The first time he fucked and came his cock grew to the point I was having trouble handling it. I tried to pull off as he was pumping his load deep in my ass but he held me down. I have never had a cock pulse that many times and fill my ass that full of cum. He fucked me many times throughout the year and never failed to leave me with cum dripping from my hole and running down my balls. He told me that the thing that turned him on the most was watching me do the lines of Tina and knowing I'd be begging for his raw cock and taking his big load. On the dive home I could feel his cum leaking out.

Thank you to the 22 folk who voted in favour of seeing this story continue. I had set the bar of at least 20 votes (the audience) as a crowd worth giving to, so it looks like it is not quite over for Stevie-boy just yet. Chapter 57 coming very shortly; Stevie-boy goes to his urgent appointment, and neighbour Ramon turns up the heaT! 👅🔥

Any good sex club or resort where you can give yourself over to open use will get yuo what you need. I have enjoyed heavy use at CCBC in Palm Springs, 321 Slammer in Ft. Lauderdale, Mainfest and Flex in Atlanta, 442 in San Francisco (now closed i hear), Flex in Cleveland, Timberfell in Tennessee, Parliament in Augusta GA and Sawmill in central Florida, as well as sex focused events like CLAW, IML, Folsom, any Pride event and especially the 10 day sexual Olympics that is Pig Week in Ft. Lauderdale. Just typing all this makes it clear to me how I have hundreds of sex partners every year. But it's not just group use that helps turn your once tight asshole in to a canyon that rival's a mare, it's the constant use you give your hole. Mine is filled nearly everyday with my oversize toys. Getting fisted also loosens you even more and constant sexual use keeps you in that sexual elite of obviously heavily used stretched out, loose and sexually insatiable guys. Though no greater pleasure rush exists that standing up in a sex club after several hours of being sodomized and bred on a fuck bench and feeling your sloppy, wrecked hole hanging open and cum running down your legs and ball sack because you are so used and ruined by that point you can't even tighten up to hold it in. That juts makes me horny for more guys to use me. I have even been used to the point guys jerked off inside me which is its own amazing ecstasy.

Just to summarise here, my personal approach to condoms is that of completely PROHIBITED, whether I am fucking in real time, or watching porn. Just NO!

My top is huge and really thick. The first few times he bred me my ass felt in a kind of shock, but I could always tell by the sudden gushing slickness as he continued to fuck me. but he’s also the silent type. When we fucked (all night!) this last time, I asked him please to announce when he came. I paid attention and felt everything! It was incredible!

Lovely! Thank you, @losolent, you make things better here.

I love all cocks, as long as they’re hard and fill me with cum. Having said that, my favorite cocks tend to be around 7.5” with a healthy girth. That seems to hit everything just right. I do love the sense of satisfaction I get when I take a much bigger cock, and I love surprising the big cock’s owner when I succeed. It feels amazing to get stretched. But for everyday fucking, 7ish inches is perfect.

I like loose pussy. Yes I'm hung bigger than average so loose pussy feels good on my dick. Also an ass that looks like a cunt or vagina is esthetically pleasing to me. A bottom with experience is always welcomed. As I said I'm above average so most bottoms usually make a comments. So yeah it's nice but not something I expect my bottom to say. It's more the size queens bragging about all the big dicks they take that's annoying me. It doesn't bother me you got fucked by a bigger dick than mine, kind of a turn on, but bragging about your "talents'" and how you make tops tape out because how 'amazing you pussy is" a straight up turn off.

Such a tight hole I promise to wreck it by the time I am done breeding him

Hooked up with a party top in a hotel. He’d lined up a twinky Asian lad to blow & go while he waited outside. The young lad was nothing special but an eager fukker and he dumped a nice big load in <5 mins. The top returned to felch & fuck me for ages, then I bailed to check out a beat. Awesome balmy summer’s night brought out a lot of horny guys! First guy I approached was a tall, blonde, cyclist with a nicely hung thick cut cock. After breeding me, he asked if he was my first of multiple loads tonight? I replied “something like that”! Next up I got tagteamed by an older Irish tradie who bred me with his huge cock. He loved how cummy I felt and at one point his cock slipped out and I felt a wad of cum spray from my arse! All the while a stocky lad was spit roasting and eventually blew down my throat. Bit of a shame as I much prefer all loads up my arse! A few mins later I approached another daddy and pulled out his thick cut cock with huge balls and mushroom head. Sucked him til he was precumming, then told him he should fuck me. He said he’d seen me bending over for another guy earlier and was keen to slide into me. Score! He loaded me up after what felt like an eternity and my legs were ready to give way! A young skinny lad was watching close by, so after the daddy cock blew, I motioned for the skinny lad to come closer. He had a small but rock hard cock and loved the feel of my silky cummy hole so didn’t take long to blow his load in me too. Next up a hotty hung twink appeared. I tried convincing him to fuck me but he was being a condom nazi. A couple of guys spotted him and joined us. One was a rough looking older guy with an awesome big uncut cock. He was more interested in the twink but the twink wouldn’t fuck or let the old guy fuck him. I angled my arse into position, old guy fingered my cummy hole and didn’t hesitate to slide in and fuck another load into me. So hot! I kept playing for a while, hoping for another load but it wasn’t to be so I jerked off in the twink’s face then shared a long cummy kiss with him. Called into the party top’s hotel on the way home and he got hard again, then fucked & felched my arse until I finally called it a night.

A couple of months ago...black top buddy I get with occasionally. 7.5 cut cock. Hot body, awesome kisser, great at oral, pushes every button I have. Started out naked, kissing, nipple play, paying with each others cocks and feeling each other up. Moved to bed, more of the same, then he sucked my cock for a while before moving on to the main event: ate my ass out before pushing his bare cock into me. He is very unique in one area: he has a very quick come back time. After fucking me for a while, he shot his load in my ass, stayed hard in my ass, and after a few minutes resumed fucking me....and repeated it til he had shot 4 loads in my ass without pulling out. Then he sucked me off, and I actually came off the bed when he got me off. We went downstairs and ate pizza and watched a movie. He asked "think you got one more in you?" We went back to my bed where he proceeded to fuck me 2 more times, giving me a total of 2 more loads. Any time we fuck, he gives me at least 4 loads...and it is hot And he is planning a visit in two days 🙂

"The following Saturday, Walt invited me down for lunch. I was shocked when he leaned in and kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Less than a minute later, he pulled back and I said , This is wrong!" 'Yes, it is, but not for the reasons you think. I felt like I was kissing my son. Rather than try and explain it myself, Mary left as letter for me to give you at the appropriate time and this certainly qualifies as the appropriate time.' He went to the bedroom and returned a minute later with a sealed envelope with my name on it. I opened it and it read as follows." My dearest Tim, From the day we met, you've been an innocent victim of our deception. Walt and I first met at an underground mixer for gays and lesbians. I was there with a woman and Walt was with a man. Even after Stonewall, smalltown America was hardly friendly to gays and lesbians. As luck would have it, Walt and I developed an instant friendship. Both of our families were pestering us to find someone and get married, so we met each other's parents and got married in a City Hall ceremony, hoping things would change and we could someday be our authentic selves. We were given a Honeymoon Suite as a wedding present and we figured we'd do the deed. Naturally, neither one of us enjoyed it, but lo and behold, I wound up pregnant. There were complications during the delivery and I'd never get pregnant again. Of course, Maureen brought joy into our lives and while it wasn't a husband and wife thing, Walt and I grew to love each other deeply and we continued our charade of living as a straight married couple and we were quite successful. On her 18th birthday, Maureen sat us down for a talk. She'd seen the way Walt subtly looks at men and how I I do the same with women. It wasn't difficult for her to figure out our marriage. Then, she came out as bisexual. By then, we'd settled into our marriage and saw no reason to change things. Needless to say, my illness changed things. I knew I could count on you to look after Walt after my passing, but I need to ask something more. It would mean the world to me if you could help Walt to live authentically as a gay man and maybe even find the love of another man. I've never been a meddler, but I've seen you with men of all ages and if you should find yourself attracted to Walt, you'd certainly have my blessings. Otherwise, please be his guide and mentor. I've shown this letter to Walt and Maureen, so you have their approval, as well as mine. Please forgive our deception. With all the love in my heart, Mary "Boy was I ever wrong!" I said to Walt. "Mistaken, though it was I think that kiss means you're ready to make your entrance into the gay world." 'Yes, it does!' Walt said, blushing. 'The moment I saw you, I thought you were a sexy man, but because I've grown to love you as a son, that kiss was incestuous. Will you help me?' "As if you really need to ask!" I replied. "If you don't mind, I want to give Maureen a heads up." Taking my phone, I scrolled through my directory and dialed her number. 'What's up, Bro?' She said answering on the first ring. "Just read Mom's letter and thought I'd check in with you before I go into Henry Higgins mode. Before anything else, I think he needs to project a gay image, so I'll be taking him to my stylist and updating his wardrobe." 'I can't be there as Colonel Pickering, but when you've finished, send a pic of gay Dad and call me. Talk later.' She said ending the call. "I texted my stylist and he had an opening, so off we went. Some layering and feathering and Walt was already looking like a sexy gay man. Next up was the clothing store for some tight fitting jeans, snug t-shirts and bright button down shirts, modeling them all for me. Walt was so pleased he decided to wear the final outfit home, so I took 2 pics, front and back and sent them to Maureen before calling her." 'You've turned Dad into a gay stud, which isn't surprising since you're a gay stud yourself!' 'I'm gonna treat Tim to dinner and then have him take me to my first gay bar!' Walt said grabbing my phone. 'I'll call you tomorrow.' He ended the call. "The transformation seemed to be more than physical. At the checkout counter, a cute cub said, 'If I wasn't happily married I'd be asking you out!' Walt blushed. To be continued

I never ask status and have never taken prep. The risk is a turn on.

I feel the same way. I view guys with loose asses as a sign of sexual experience far and above the average male and my giant hole is something i am proud to have. Guys know as soon s they see it, i am a slut and they can fuck and fist me until they as satisfied. It's no wonder i feel most at home in sex clubs and sex resorts and have a great time spending hours getting used during a porn filming.

I have been enjoying sodomy and after high school, my partner count skyrocketed and has stayed high--peaking in 2018 with some 900 sex partners. I really get into the freak level size stuff--always have--so my ass is great with huge toys and fisting, making me obviously used even at rest where my hole is actually a slit or gash. In my experience guys tend to fall into 3 categories here. Some really get off on fucking really used ass to the point, if I'm at a sex club or sex resort, hey will wait until a dozen guys or so have used me before they mount me to ad their own seed to the mix. I have even had them jerk off inside me. The second type doesn't care whether you're loose or tight as long as they can fuck you. It's the 3rd group that has a problem with loose hole. And they tend to be the ones who are closet slut shamers, rightly equating a loose ass with promiscuous behavior, but treating it as a negative fact rather than one which my super loose ass is immensely proud of. When I see a fellow porn guy taking impossible large stuff in his ass I know exactly the intense pleasure he is feeling and I know the massive amount of sexual use he has enjoyed to get to that level. But the guys who are repulsed by a loose, open hole, a sign of sexual excess, usually are deep down still fighting the slut and cock shame drilled into them by the Xian church. But they are a minority, especially in temples of Lust like a sex club or resort for the very fact that is where guys like me are found, who enjoy sex for the male pleasure sport Nature intends it to be.

I can’t remember if I’ve replied to this before. Anyway, condom porn gets turned off instantly. It’s such a boner killer. I may as well be watching Maggie Thatcher in a lesbian gangbang.

"Oh Fuck me!", what did I just say? He needed no more encouragement. After a few fucks from his raw cock I found my voice; "You are safe aren't you ... when was your last test?" Still grinning, "Got my results 3 weeks ago. " his excellent fucking continued. "Oh good ... ... wait ... wait,and you are negative... right? " "FUCK NO " Silence on my part as his pounding picked up . As my voice came back, "then you are Poz? His grin and nod. "then you've started meds?" "Shit no! Why would I do that?" As I half heartedly tried to pull away from him he pinned me fast. "No ... pull out, get off me " I whimpered. But I clearly was not backing up my words with forceful actions. He bent down and kissed me with his luscious lips. I opened to his kiss and soon our tongues were entwined. His long raw cock deeper inside me than ever. "Please pull out" I pleaded, "I don't want to get infected ... I've never even bbed before. " Through his confident grin, " Look . What difference will it make now. You've already been exposed to a flood of my toxic precum... (as his movement began) just let me fuck you raw for a bit. " "Ok ... just a bit. You'll pull out before you cum right? What did I just say? To be continued

PART I In the summer of my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18, I suddenly started looking less like a boy and more like a man. I gained 20 pounds of muscle, jumping two full weight classes on the wrestling team. My chest became muscular and defined almost overnight. My boyish stomach developed into six distinct muscles that flexed and tightened on demand. In addition, my ass wasn’t flat anymore - it was a genuine bubble butt, a jockboy muscle ass. Even my dick seemed to get fatter and longer. Girls started noticing me. And something else started happening, also: when I walked around town, the occasional man would shoot hungry glances at me, devouring me with his eyes. The truth is, I wanted to be devoured, and every night, when I quietly jacked my dick under the covers, I’d think about my wrestling coach, Mr. Pitt. He was in his late 30s, with jet-black hair and dark, playful, wolfish eyes. He always had a thick layer of scruff on his square jaw, and his torso was just fucking perfect: I’d never seen him with his shirt off, but he definitely had a hairy chest, and his hard pecs were always visible under his tight-fitting polo shirt. From the moment I met the guy, I jacked off almost every night wondering what his cock looked like, imagining what it would be like to touch that chest, that hair, those nips. The assistant wrestling coach, Mr. Strickland, was every bit as hot. A former college wrestler now in his mid-20s, he was a dirty-blond, green-eyed Midwestern jock dude with a massive bulge in his crotch. One time I happened to see him playing basketball shirtless, and I just stopped and stared: his schlong bounced up and down in his loose gym shorts, and his muscled chest was covered with a sexy layer of dark-blond fur. Coach Pitt and Coach Strickland—the brown-haired dude and the blond guy. They were like the Hardy Boys, all grown up, strutting around the halls of our high school with their dress pants stretched tight around their cocks. At the beginning of my senior year, Coach Pitt started paying a lot more attention to me. He made me team captain. He and I would often demonstrate wrestling moves together, and sometimes his hand would linger on my ass after he’d pinned me to the mat. And like all team captains at our school, I was responsible for helping him clean up the equipment after practice - which meant that I got to the locker room 30 minutes late every night, after all my teammates were gone. Then I’d shower by myself, get dressed, and head home. But something funny happened about a week before Christmas: after my shower, I was toweling off in front of my locker, bending over the bench to grab my briefs. And I swear I felt someone staring at me. I turned back toward Coach Pitt’s office, but he was concentrating on some paperwork at his desk. I began slipping my briefs up my calves and thighs, snapping the elastic around my butt, and again I sensed someone was watching - but when I looked up, Coach Pitt wasn’t looking at all. I figured my mind was just playing tricks on me. The next night was even weirder. After I got dressed, I walked past Coach Pitt’s office. His office was composed of two rooms: the front room facing the lockers, and a back room suited for physical therapy and private meetings. The door to the backroom was just barely open, and through the crack I could see Coach watching something on a computer. His back was turned to me, but as I looked closer, I could see that it was porn. And not just any porn - it was gay porn. From what I could tell, Coach Pitt had both of his hands on his cock, jacking like crazy to a scene where some dude was pounding a tight muscle hole. But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he could sense me watching. He tilted his head to the side, listening. And before he could turn around, I ducked out of the locker room and into the night. The next day was the last day of school before Christmas break. As I showered up, Coach Pitt poked his head into the shower room. “Hey, buddy,” he said. I looked over at him. He was only wearing a towel loosely draped around his hips. I stared at his perfect hairy chest, his taut abs, the dense thicket of hair just above his cock bulge. His body was even hotter than I’d imagined in all my jack-off fantasies. A few moments passed before I realized that I was staring. Startled, I looked toward the wall. “Didn’t mean to scare you, Lance,” Coach said, cracking a devilish grin. “Do you mind if I shower in here? The shower in my office is on the fritz.” I shrugged, trying not to reveal my excitement. “Cool,” I managed to croak. He swaggered to the opposite wall and turned on a showerhead. Meanwhile, my cock, no longer a boy’s little dick, but a man’s cock, fat and veiny, began to throb and grow. Then I heard his voice “You’re looking really great these days, Lance.” I turned around to look at him, and saw something I hadn’t even dared to see in my dreams. Coach Pitt stood under a full stream of water, his eyes closed, his face turned upward into the shower, shampoo streaming down his torso, down his abs. As my eyes descended down his body along with the water and the suds, I saw that everything was cascading around his giant cock. He was completely hard. His beautiful dick extended a full nine inches from his abs - a man’s cock, that made me feel like a boy all over again. Panicked, I turned back to stare at the wall. My dick was also now totally hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then Coach Pitt spoke. “Hey, Lance? Everything okay?” After a moment’s hesitation, I rotated my torso to face him, trying to hide my giant boner. He was still standing underneath the water, but now his legs were shoulder-width apart, his hands tweaking his nips, his hard cock visibly twitching. And there was a big ol’ grin on his handsome, scruffy face. I stared openly. I didn’t want to say anything. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake myself up. “You have the cutest fuckin’ butt, dude,” he said, reaching down to yank on his dick. “I’ve jacked my cock so many times thinking about your little jock ass.” He paused, then smiled. “You like my dick, huh? I knew you were a little cockhound the moment I saw you at your first practice back in freshman year.” I kept staring. He let out a low chuckle, then gripped his cock with his hand, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he began jerking off in front of me. “You wanna touch my dick, Lance?” he asked. “It’s cool, buddy. Just say it. You wanna touch Coach’s cock, huh?” I nodded. “What was that, boy?” “Yes, Coach, I want to touch your dick.” His smile got even bigger. “Good boy,” he said. “You smoke weed?” “Yes, Coach.” “C’mon, then,” he said. “Let’s go to my office. Hang out. Have a little fun. Cool?” “Yeah, OK,” I said, my body shaking with excitement. I followed him through the front office and into the back office. He closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. He brushed his hand against my chest, then reached around to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his breath. “Actually,” he said, “wanna try something even more fun than pot?” “Sure, yeah,” I answered. At that point I would have done anything - absolutely anything - to keep this dream from ending. He walked over to a desk drawer, opened it, and removed a glass pipe. “You’ll like this, buddy,” he said. All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe I was standing in Coach Pitt’s office, the two of us in nothing but towels. “Here: put it to your mouth. I’ll light it. Wait. Just wait for it. You’ll see a little wisp of smoke coming out of this hole here, and then you start inhaling. Now. Start. Good boy. There you go. Keep inhaling. Good.” I blew out a cloud of white smoke. “Do it again,” he said. I obeyed. And a third time. And a fourth. Then he took the pipe and lit it for himself, blowing the smoke into my mouth, then kissed me, his beard rough against my lips. He growled, asking “How ya doing, buddy?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. My head was buzzing. My cock was unbelievably hard. And something in my butt - well, it almost ached. Like the beginning of a hunger pang I’d never felt before. Coach Pitt dropped his towel, then removed mine. He stepped closer, rubbed his nips against mine, his cock against my stomach. Then he kissed me as his hands wandered down to my jock butt, each hand on an asscheek, spreading my hole. I arched my back just a little bit, and my ass spread wider. He grinned. “That smoke made your hole hungry, huh?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “I’ve got a confession, boy,” he said. “My office shower’s actually working. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with the hottest little stud on my wrestling team.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I kissed him back, hungrily. He growled as his fingers hovered over my hole. “You ever take a man’s cock in this sweet little cunt?” I shook my head. He pulled me closer, grinding his abs against mine. “You gonna give up your smooth, pink, tight virgin ass to Coach? Let Coach dick you deep, slap his balls against your ass, pound you like the sweet hungry fagboy you are?” “Yes, Coach.” “Yes Coach what?” “Please fuck me, Coach. I want your dick inside me so fucking bad.” “Thatta boy," he said, then paused. He lowered his voice. "You gonna make Coach wear a rubber?” I didn't answer right away. Everyone's supposed to use rubbers, right? But then Coach slipped his hand back around my butt and spread my fuck hole with two fingers. “Your Coach fucks the way men are supposed to fuck. Raw. Natural. I want to feel the skin of my fat cock head splitting your little jock butt wide open. I want to feel the heat and hunger of your virgin hole against my bare dick. And you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Because you’re Coach’s good boy. Right, Lance?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me the way you want.” “That’s what I like to hear. A true bottom boy surrenders his hole to raw dick. That right?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me raw.” “And I won’t pull out until I’ve pounded my boy’s hole full of seed.” I don’t know why, but with those words I almost shot my load without even touching myself. Coach saw my eyes get big, and he grinned. “See? You know, and somehow you’ve always known, that a man’s cum is what you need in this sweet little butt. I want to train my boy to spread his boy hole for cock. Beg for seed like a good bottom. The best bottom.” “The best bottom,” I murmured, nodding. “Let’s get you cleaned out, boy. I’ll show you how to get your ass ready for Coach.” With that he took me back to his private shower and pointed to a little red plastic bulb. “This has some liquid in it already,” he said to me. “It’s a homemade recipe to help my boy get ready for dick.” He reached down, spread my pink hole a little bit, and inserted the tip of the douche. Then he gave a hard squeeze. “Clench your butt, Lance. Keep it up in there.” At first I didn’t feel anything, but then my head began to tingle, and my dick twitched, and I felt a warmth and a deep, dark hunger radiating out from my guts. My butt seemed to pulse with a need to be touched, licked, fingered, fucked, filled. Coach Pitt smiled. “You feel that?” I nodded. “That, boy, is what it’s like to douche with your Coach’s slam piss. You don’t know what slam piss is, but you will. Enjoy the ride. Just enjoy it. But keep your hole nice and tight. Nice and tight for Coach. Good boy.” He turned me around, cautioning me “Keep that hole tight,” as he rubbed his cock up against my crack, adding “You’ve got some fur on this hole, boy.” I nodded. Just a few months earlier I’d started to get hair around my ass, and just a little bit on my chest. “Listen,” he said. “I love a furry hole on a man. But a boy like you? A boy getting his cherry popped? That boy needs a smooth fuckin’ pussy. You OK with me shaving your boy hole, Lance?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes please, Coach.” While his chem piss continued to radiate waves of pleasure all over my body, Coach smeared shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the brush of a razor against my hole, and as he shaved me, I swear I could feel every hair surrendering to his blade. “There you go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ass. “Now go release that special brew that Coach squirted up your hole, then come back and I’ll fill you with the rest.” After a second dose of slam piss flooded my guts, Coach handed me the little bulb and told me to finish up. “And then you know what happens?” he asked. I smiled eagerly, responding “You fuck me, Coach?” “Not quite yet. First we’re driving back to my place, and we’re gonna hang out with Coach Strickland. He’s dying to see your boy hole. Would you like that?” “Fuck YEAH.” “Such a good boy. You want both of your coaches to pound you full of their seed, huh?” “Fuck YES. Please, Coach.” He paused. Then he drew me closer to him, kissed me, and brushed his beautiful dick across my abs. I could feel the pulse of his cock, so full of blood. I looked down at his massive, swinging balls, so full of cum. Then I heard his voice again. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please knock me up, Coach.’” “Please knock me up, Coach.” “Good. Now: ‘Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.’” “Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.” “Good boy. And finally: ‘Make me yours forever.’” “Make me yours forever.” “Very good, boy. Now go clean up. We’re gonna make this the fuck of your life.” MORE SOON...

Written by my Big Brother Cub, but I have permission to share: Aaron held Darren’s hand passionately while his lover’s other hand supported his stride with the cane. They had been together for 4 years, madly in love and intimate, yet with the difference in age comes the variance in drive which is why they were where they were. They walked down a dim warehouse towards some suspended lights. They didn’t have to get too much closer to identify the figures grazing, humping, and fucking each other in the dimly lit spot. Darren looked down at his boy, a bit nervous but he cared so much for Aaron that he was willing to change what was more than capable for him; and he also had some pumping anxiety for excitement...he was a bit eager himself for what was about to happen. As they continued to walk down the path through the warehouse, they saw an assortment of equipment, tools, techniques. This was the Wonder Warehouse, a place where sexual fantasies were explored to the absolute extent of what was possible in this world; and in this case something out of this world. Darren’s cane dragged across the concrete, eyeing the stations before his eyes met the gaze of an elder man, possibly older than him but by far more tone. He had a long silver beard going down to his waste and he grinned. “Welcome Darren, I see you brought your boy.” The gentleman reached out and took the hand Darren used for the cane. “Yes, well, he’s the one who originally convinced me and showed me what was possible. And I wanted to go ahead and give it a try.” The older gent’s grin went away and turned serious. “Darren, I hate to turn so sincere but you do realize there is no try. Anything you experience today will fully develop and become you. Your pleasures will need to be fulfilled to their alterations no matter how unique they become. Do you understand that your commitment to this is fully needed and conceded for us to do what we need to do to make this happen?” Darren suddenly froze, feeling his chest drop as he looked at Aaron. Aaron of course looked back, biting his lip a little but clearly eager for him to continue on. Darren grinned, sheepishly then nervously before addressing the gentleman. “For better or for worse, I’m doing this for my boy.” The gentleman looked at Aaron before a malicious grin escaped through the thick beard. “Very well Darren, let’s get started. However you do realize your payment for this is….well it’s a unique arrangement right? “ “How so-” Darren started before he suddenly felt Aaron’s hand slip away. He turned, seeing Aaron muzzled and being tied down to a bench as he struggled. “What the-” Darren turned to interject but instead felt cuffs slip onto each wrist and he was dragged away, watching as his own boy was being subjected to their restraints and….they were doing something to him. Aaron’s heart pounded, this wasn’t part of the plan he thought. Yes, they got a discounted rate but the handwriting had faded away in the wash. What the fuck had he gotten him and his lover into- Aaron winced and shrieked as he felt a sharp piercing into his arm. He snapped his head towards the source and he went wide eyed as he saw an IV line being injected into him by a leather pup in a lab coat. “What are you doin?'' - Aaron tried to exclaim through the gag but to no avail. Darren was struggling, but the many years had broken down his body too fragile so he slid across the ground as he was dragged off. They hoisted him up, something similar to a curved St. Anthony’s cross before the gentleman calmly petted Darren’s face. “You do not need to worry….soon you’ll be just like me. Initially scared and nervous but realizing the potential it has to fulfil your desires and lusts along with your boys fully worth what you lose: self control.” “What the fuck are-” Darren started before he too felt a pressure in his arm where they were drawing an IV line. “What the hell is this?!” Darren shrieked as he started to feel the coolness of the liquid pump through him, but then it fused with his veins and a tingling started before warmth and then burning as it traveled through his elder broken body. “It’s best not to fight it Darren.” The gentleman said as he started to inject syringes into the IV line, color coded and precise. “Each variation has a different side effect and well….the result of this will like whatever those variations are tuned to.” He grinned as he fully pressed in the substance. Darren grunted, the sensations tingling….burning….reaching deeper into the core of his body before he gasped. The sensations had settled and seemed to “take hold” of his systems as they rapidly fused with each other and spread throughout the rest of the body. It was a unique and strangely blissful sensation as it spread and changed, little things at first that were invisible like skin and blood vessels. But as it went more south Darren looked down. He could see his gut, getting hairier through the shirt that had been cut open as sensors were attached. It was like a seeping magma flesh as it reached deeper past the belly button before settling on the groin. Darren couldn’t help it, he grinned, letting the sensations engorge his member and surrender it’s changes to the feelings and responses that would bring him pure bliss and joy. He could feel the shaft start to ridge up, creating indents and bumps but still smooth. The amount of nerves providing feedback of intensity to what they touched, and the vibrations of reaction were amplifying and quadrupling. Darren drooled, feeling even his saliva transform into something much less than human he had walked in as. He was past the point of starting to like it. He was fully embracing this change they were doing to him. “What the fuck-” Aaron gasped through the muzzle as he felt an attendee lube up his hole. But that wasn’t the main concern, he was watching his lover change, contort, with strange and malicious looks of joy and lust on his face as the sensations rapidly increased in rate to his body. The attendees around him started to cut the remaining clothes, take off the shoes he had come in with and Aaron gasped. His lover’s body had completely evolved into something of a toned, yet muscled gut body of the best daddy figure he could imagine. Aaron himself started to drool as his gaze found the shaft he had grown to care and love so much wherever it touched his body and saw that it now pulsed. Not normally, but like a heartbeat. It had swelled past the 6 inches it was originally to a double digit 11, the shaft curved out to meet his groin in a strangely unique yet alien style. His fur completely engulfed the pubic region and spread in it’s own focus down his legs. Aaron’s eyes looked up into his lovers and he felt the slightest sensation of fear; Darren’s eyes glowed, staring back with a passionate hunger as if Aaron was a tender lunch item. Aaron tried to flinch but he was too restrained as Darren shook and tried to break free. The shaft between his legs pulsed faster and faster, swelling slowly inch by inch and rounding in girth. Then it started to shift back and forth as if a syrupy warm liquid toned it and gave it motion subtly. Darren identified his mate, his mate needed to be bred. Why must he be restrained? Darren roared like a daddy beast because he couldn’t help it. His new body had to mate, it had to feel his boy’s tender ass and be subjected to the new sensations his new shaft and balls could deliver. While the cross wasn’t budging, it did fall forward, bending Darren over as if he was leaning over a kitchen counter. Darren tried to look back and saw a figure like him, similar but yet very unique body characteristics approaching nude, his own shaft pulsing like a rippling cylindrical meat cone of joy. He was a little concerned at first until his body seemed to ping his ass. The saggy elderly ass had stretched down, towned, and flexed into a well aged butt. He growled in cheek, his ass instinctively flexing out and in, beckoning the dick that was coming towards him. The gentleman leaned down. “Darren, luckily you seem to be eager but there is one thing I need to mention in this process.” Darren panted, trying to thrust his ass back, almost prompting the cross to jump back closer to the top approaching. “Don’t care, please I need to breed, be bred. I need to feel another man’s touch fuse with mine to bring joy. I can’t help-” “Oh don’t worry Darren, you will be feeling relief temporarily soon enough.” He nodded, and the top almost seemed to pronounce on Darren. There was no lube, but a syrupy andcreamy substance seemed to form and release on the penis, coating Darren’s holes as it fully slid in; no patience or slow gradual entry but a full slam in. Darren screamed out in pleasure as he focused on his ass to squeeze and never let that strange and yet wonderful dick go from his ass. “Fuck I need this forever, please breed me now!” The man didn’t need further invitation before grinning and thrusting, almost like a dance and yet fierce. “But Mr. Goodwin, I really must advise of this part. You see, this gentleman along with all of us has a unique viral strain to keep these sensations permanent and changes in check. You will never return to ‘normal’ and this will always be a driving force constantly” Darren felt a slight ping of panic but the pleasure of that shaft squeezing out his hole was too much to ignore what he had just heard. His prostate had split and yet swelled, both sides ofhis ass feeling pleasure as the shaft slid in, plunging the alien cum deeper into him. “This is still worth it-” Darren panted as he thrusted back. “You see if he stops now, you will turn back and go through withdrawal for a week….but if he breeds you fully, our genetically engineered virus strain actually freezes the transformations made to your new body, but also potentially amplifies them. You’ll also be spreading this to your boy so that the drugs we infused him with sync and match to your genetic preferences as well. ‘Pairing’ you two with your own unique strain. Darren looked up and then down at his chest and what he could see in front of the male panting and sweating on him as he was pre-jizzing alien loads into him. He then looked up at Aaron, his boy staring back with concern and fear. “I never want to lose this.” The gentleman grinned maliciously at Aaron “I said the exact same thing in your position. In fact…”he completely shredded his clothing and stood naked before Darren, his shaft flopping up here the tip was a bit flared out like a horse normally would be with metallic piercings to give it a bold shape. “I think I want to visit as close as I can to your perspective.” It was then that the man mounting Darren called out. Darren growled, bracing himself as the penis of the man fully swelled inside him, contorting, almost like….a seizure as it came and jizzed in him like a torrent. Darren continued to hiss, pant, and groan as he felt the warm seed flood him, not even falling back but traveling up through him. Finding the deepest crevices in his bowels and sticking to them like they belong and mending inside him. Darrens’ glowing eyes opened and he bore slightly fanged teeth through his beard that had grown more ferocious and viral. His ass then also started to shake and convulse. “What the-” Darren started to ask as he felt his butt cheeks reverberate, almost as if it was being triggered by the semen inside him. He almost purred and growled, his ass flexing and contorting before it got too much. Darren called out “Oh god-” he could feel his ass erupt in sensations: tightness, sensitivity, vibrations, warmth, tingles and vibes that made him shudder and scream out “Oh god yes, more! Fuck this is going to be my life forever and ever.” Darren’s ass contorted, seemingly sucking in the shaft and the man grinned as he felt his already swollen shaft get pulled further in. He barely braced as his legs met with the back of Darren’s and the man shuddered and called out, in complete unison with Darren as they both came and orgasmed a second time; as one being in complete bliss and pleasure. But of course Darren’s cum didn’t escape out front, it was inside him, fusing in through the tops’ urethra. “Fuck you just gotta love squiring virgins their first time” The man said as he tugged and withdrew his meat, flaring out from the stress of the fuck as he let the genteman with the long beard take position. The gentleman leaned down, grazing Darren’s body with his fingertips which triggered sensations and feelings no man could have possibly felt before as Darren shuddered, barely withstanding the senses and yet desperate for more. “I’d share this with you but it’s one of my own unique abilities that only I possess. I would love to see you use it on your boy just to seehim squirm to your demise.” Darren looked up, Aaron completely dumbfounded as he started at his lover getting mounted by a hot silver daddy bear. The older men grinned and looked at each other before meeting Aaron’s gaze and proceeding with their mating. The top climbed onto the furniture, fully getting into the deepest angle possible before plunging into Darren’s wet hole and ass. Darren’s face gave an infectious beaming look at Aaron as he felt the inches slide deep inside him and contort to a beautiful shape and design within him. Each pulse of the shaft and thrust would find a new area and ping it, creating new sensations that made Darren’s shaft ooze with precum, a homogeneous mixture of his own and the previous males. Strangely shining as it splattered the floor. “Aaron, you’re going to feel so amazing around my dick. They’re lucky they have me restrained because I’d fight them all off so you could feel your daddy’s meat.” Darren touted his son. Aaron gulped, completely intimidated and yet driven to stare back at Darren as if he had witnessed the vicious and abhorrent birth of a god; a sexual god of lust, power, and beauty. Aaron’s own shaft had been leaking his own boy cum for a while, leaving a puddle on the floor which some assistant would scrape up and bathe Aaron with, his bodily scent somehow amplifying in the space. And it found it’s intended prey, the scent being bait for Darren as he smelled Aaron, his own mate’s smell and he suddenly turned primal; snarling and straining against the cuffs even though his body was vibrating with bliss with the huge dick in his ass. “I know Darren, the primal drive. It’s now fused with your conscious; always there and always going to probably win in any logical choice you make. Because it needs to feed on bliss it generates, the lust that collects within your body and fuses with others. You may think it’s a curse right now, but it is giving your boy such an interesting look of fear and lust. You couldn’t argue with that. Aaron was shaking, his heart pounding, a mixture of wanting to escape, but also wanting to go over and kiss Darren before licking and worshiping his body. But all of a sudden his focus changed as tubes were attached to his gag and a white mist started to form and breathe in. Aaron panicked and shrieked, the gas forcing its way in leaving a sweet textured scent through his respiratory track and leaving long vibrations and buzzes which traveled to his brain. Aaron gasped, which only accelerated the effect as he closed his eyes and tried to figure out what was happening. An elder assistant leaned down, “I know boy, it’s weird at first but you’re gonna love it. It’s the best way you’re going to handle your partner raping you for the first time and yet not passing out.” Aaron seemed to be getting more focused, able to notice details and starting to feel a bit more hyper. He tried to bellow out “What is-” but all that came out was a low boy moan. The elderly assistant petted Aaron before kissing and licking his ears. “That should help you buddy.. In this case it’ll help….because otherwise you’d probably just be ravaged to death by your partner getting raped until you stood there in a blissful dead state.” The man chuckled. Aaron was wide eyed, he was focused, and now he thought “Maybe I can now do something” But he was gazing around for only 3 seconds before his gaze went back to Darren. The gentleman was picking up his stride and panting hard. Darren seemed to be gaining the sense of some interior muscles as he had the smirk of a mischievous cat in pleasure as the gentleman felt his own shaft tug back with every pull out. “I normally don’t get to enjoy the clients but you two were just so god damn adorable I couldn’t resist. It’s one thing to watch the shock and horror turn and evolve into sensations you’ll crave from here on out. But most importantly, it’s the sudden change to a loving blissful lusting state that makes it worth it.” Darren had difficulty understanding as his whole body felt good, in waves, pings, and pleasures that were impossible to predict as he felt the dick in his ass swell to even larger proportions than the man before him. “Oh god yes, fill me with that toxic seed. I never want to let go of this body ever again. I will die in pleasure and bliss in this body fucking my boy till day’s end.” The gentleman emitted a booming laugh before gasping and moaning and a mighty roar erupted from his lips as he fully dug his shaft deep into Darren, the seed flowing through once more deep into the recently transformed daddy bear, like a sweet pleasurable magma finding the places poorly neglected to feel better. Darren shuddered, feeling the secondary sensation coming to life as his ass recognized and instinctively paired with the gestures. Darren’s ass flexed and strained, further pulling in the gentleman’s dick as deep as it could and drawing the individual as closely as possible until both came again in a unified and beautiful mating gesture. As the pair heavily breathed,, Darren suddenly felt more pricks and stings which transmitted afterwards as blissful feelings of a painful lust. He chuckled “Damn is there anything that doesn’t feel good?” “Well, actually this next part is going to….well not hurt but feel incredibly weird Darren” the gentleman said as he connected the IV lines to a machine that they had placed around Darren’s body. As they worked another male got on top of Darren and started to mount and breed him. “Fuck yeah, we gotta get your seed toxic so you never lose this body of pure pleasure and bliss don’t ya” the broad man shuddered, covered in tattoo’s that seemed to merge with his skin. “Absolutely, I want a good viral load so that I can do the same to my own son watching my magnificent transformation.” Darren prowled as he stared in hunger at Aaron. Aaron’s heart pumped, his shaft swelling and pre dripping almost instantly.. Darren chuckled and roared in faithful laughter as he grinned and beamed. “You just know he loves that idea.” Aaron couldn’t help it, the scene of his partner being tied down, pumped full of biomedical drugs and DNA to create a perfect sex generating beat of a man with extraordinary selfish and personal feelings of bliss, and to top it all off in order to keep this abnormal creation as yourself you have to be a chaser of a rare viral strain. And as he assumed….it would be infecting himself from his own partner and lover. Within seconds Aaron was panting, inhaling even more gas which took his head to another level of high as he screamed in the mask and ejaculated hard; his human sperm rocketing out and instead of splattering on the ground were caught with a long flexible tongue. Aaron was panting, trying to regain his composure but the gag kept pumping the incredible drug into him which was making everything feel like sweet bliss and cotton candy for your dick. He eventually focused his eyesight and his eyes snapped open wide. The long flexible tongue that had caught his load was emitting from Darren’s mouth, almost primal like a lions and yet like a dragon’s at the same time. He grinned as he retracted his tongue and tasted all of Aaron’s cum. He licked and swallowed, salivating. “Not bad boy, but that’s gonna be the last human regular cum you’re ever gonna squirt out of my boy’s dick. As soon as I can-” All of a sudden….the cuffs released, the curved St. Anthony's cross folded apart and Darren landed on his hands and knees, not confined in any way except for IV lines connected to switches that were wrapped around his limbs and body. He grinned, almost demonically but more like primal hunting as he charged at Aaron. Aaron felt like he should have still tried to run, the partner and lover he had come with was no more; he was a behemoth, toned, sexy beast that was charging at him with a passion and lust that could possibly kill him. And yet...Aaron grinned as he knew he was ready. Darren wasted no time, grabbing onto Aaron’s shoulders while he hoped over and mounted his boy’s ass; Aaron screamed and grunted as the huge flexible pulsing dick seeped all in at once into him fully stretching it. “Yeah that’s it Aaron, feel your daddy’s new dick. You better start memorizing how it likes to make its way home inside you. You’re going to love this.” Aaron shuddered and panted, the drugs pounding his brain and cross firing with the sensations that were on a heavenly level of lust. Darren’s dick was swelling and weirdly diverging, feeling like roots or growths were emerging out and connecting deep inside Aaron; originally hurting like a stab but eventually those piercing sensations turned into a sweet joyful bliss and veered into something so good and numbing. “Oh god-” Aaron roared through the mask, never feeling anything like this weird sensation of being invaded, mounted, and raped. “Yes boy, I am your god and you will bow before my rod and accept it as it is. However…”Darren grinned as he leaned forward and licked Aaron with his long beastly tongue. The saliva dripped and started to numb Aaron’s skin; causing his boy to shudder as the saliva fused and melted; creating a warm cinnamon like feeling and Aaron rolled his eyes up almost passing out with too much pumping into him.” Darren laughed in pure godlike humor and joy as he continued. “However, my rod does not accept you anymore as you are. You shall be changed to serve as it’s sheathe.” Darren started to thrust deep into Aaron, the connections somehow flexing and moving on their own inside the boy. As they pumped into him Darren’s substance, his essence, his complementary genetic code was corrupting Aaron with every pump of his dick and every pulse of both men. Aaron was shaking violently, the sensations evolving too much for a mere young human as he was. “Hey boy-” Aaron heard, and his focus snapped into Darren. Even though he looked different, acted different, and seemed to be much more rough on his boy, he looked with tender gestures at his son and Aaron teared up. “Don’t worry my sweet Aaron, it’s quite a ride and well worth it; you don’t want to miss any bit of it and be my mate in a whole new way.” With that Darren’s tongue emerged and licked Aaron’s tears away….before slithering down under the gag, getting a taste of the drugs before filling Aaron’s mouth. It was strange but Aaron fell into a passionate tongue kiss with Darren, being mounted on his stomach, fully tied down and at the mercy of his mate. The tongue didn’t stop though, it kept burrowing and sliding deeper. At first Aaron gagged but the saliva emitting seemed to calm the muscles and reprogram them to adjust. Aaron’s throat stretched; no gag reflex anymore as the tongue coiled and reshaped the boy. Aaron shuddered, the sensation unreal before Darren’s tongue withdrew. “You taste good boy, and now you shouldn’t have any difficulty swallowing my dick or any other.” Darren growled as he continued to thrust into Aaron, the precum filling his hole the point where it was dripping out and flowing down his butt cheeks and legs; changing the human DNA as it traveled. Aaron was finally at that point in transition, no longer concerned, uncertain, but dedicated to this process with his lover now deep inside him in ways no other could possibly get to. Assistants at this time finally started connecting the IV lines to the switches between the two, merging the blood lines. Aaron was in a weird state of attentiveness and didn’t realize what was going on. That was until the gentleman, fully nude before Aaron reached down and petted his scruffy beard. “This is one of the final stages to be fully matched to your partner. As you can see, he is the alpha, primary top to breed your hole. Your body will adjust to complete all sensations possible for your partner.” Aaron grinned with pride before saying through the gag pumping methamphetamine into him “Thank you”. The gentleman was having none of that. He ripped the mask off, letting a little bit of clear air before his tongue engorged Aaron’s mouth in a deep kiss. Darren fucked happily with vigor, pounding Aaron’s hole as his nervous system was recognizing the finishing touches. His body was synced with Aaron’s: each sensation completing, complimenting and properly reflecting each other like something beautiful with sexual and sensory anatomy. It nearly put him over the edge, close to finally cumming and breeding a proper hole tonight: his rightful hole that he now owned beyond how anyone else could. He quivered, his balls swelling and wanting to explode inside his boy but they weren’t quite there yet. Darren actually whimpered, loving this and rubbing his head and tongue around Aaron passionately as his body matched and corresponded with every feeling in his boy. Their blood fusing before pumping into one another, Aaron’s blood becoming less human as it was corrupted by Darren’s essence of what kept his masculine body running. The gentleman stopped kissing Aaron before shoving his dick into his mouth. “We’re almost there you two, just have to time this right.” The shaft plunged deep into Aaron’s face, testing the gag reflex eliminated earlier and finding bumps and massaging surfaces which made the gentleman shudder and yank on his beard to amplify them. He was closely watching the two, closer getting in sync, trying his best to hold off and even having to slow down in Aaron’s throat until he saw the glowing in both Aaron’s eyes and Darren’s eyes erupt into a magnificent blast. “Another pair successfully corrupted to each other’s lustful tendencies!” The gentleman roared as he erupted along with Darren into Aaron. It was so much, the most masculine, alien cum filling both holes of Aaron and flooding every internal crevice to fully baptize his new body inside and out to be completely modified for Darren’s pleasure. His own pleasure corresponded with his partner’s, fully synced and matched to make the best possible feeling both could muster as they orgasmed and merged deep into a unified state. Aaron shook violently, the cum overwhelming him, corrupting every blood vessel in his body with the virus that would forever curse him to maintain this form. He roared around the gentleman’s dick as his body seized Darren’s dick inside him, deep within him nearly to Aaron’s heart where in a way they touched, kissed and Darren nearly whited out as he called out again into an eternal bliss of pleasure and passion. The 3 panted, heavily as the mating procedure was done. Aaron and Darren were barely human anymore, two beings that were completely rebuilt for each other’s sensational pleasure. They muzzled as they embraced each other in this position. Before they hissed and felt a searing pain on their lower backs. The gentleman had place metallic, glowing and flashing biohazard tramp stamps on both of them. He grinned “Those all wireless connect to every other….”toxically sensational being” on the planet. You will always hunger for the sexual appetite you witnessed today. So this way you can easily seek out someone just as horny and corrupted as you….unless you want to see how long a normal human can last before they temporarily feel some of the side effects. The two separated, Aaron looking over and seeing in a mirror a yellow biohazard tramp stamp glowing and pulsing before it got a bit brighter. It took him a moment to realize what was happening before another male had appeared beside him in the mirror, grinning. Aaron smiled, before bending over on all fours while his daddy watched him getting mounted. They had to keep pozzing to maintain these heavenly pleasurable bodies after all.

Fuck great summary and feelings, heavy use and that feeling of the cum running down your legs is such a fuckin turn on...... totally agree and certainly ticks against a number of those places you mention, plus more as well as lots of European ones too. 😉

The only time I enjoy seeing a condom in porn is when a safe bottom is stealthed.

Depends if I'm into the top. If I'm not, then it's like the scene in Sex and the City where Carrie had sex with Berger for the first time. If I"m into it, then a longer time to get bred is fine with me. I hooked up with a tall construction guy with just over 8" and he fucked me on and off for over 4 hours. I thought I'd be sore, but I loved every second of it. Sadly, he didn't cum, which sucked (because I love to be bred), but it was fun all the same.

"You'll pull out before you cum right?" "Sure if that's what you want at the time." His confident reply. I just nodded my head a little and the most beautiful onslaught of my hairy ass by his turgid raw cock began. We revolved through so many positions and I just kept letting ... no ... inviting his big raw cock back in. Missionary was my favorite as his stunning gaze beamed down at me. As I thought I recognized the quickening of his pace and gasping breaths he said "I'm getting close, where do you want this toxic load?" "Pull out! Pull out! On my back " I begged. "Are you sure? I'd rather knock you up if I already haven't. " I quickly pulled off his cock and dove to take his large member and toxic load down my throat. Well most of it, I lifted off to soon... his last rope blast streaked up my cheek and into my eye . When I cleared my eye enough he was grinning down at me. As if I needed it spelled out he said; "Mucus membrane for my highly toxic load ... you may as well have let me breed your ass man. " It was not a malicious voice at all. In fact in his afterglow his sweetness melted me. I forgot my fears as we cuddled ... and then the door closed and he was gone. Full realization then set in, I had accepted all his toxic precum in my ass and some of his cum escaped my throat to be entering through my eye membrane. Fear! Panic! And a massive erection and powerful horniness took over. I jerked off to a fantasy of him cumming in my ass. As I imagined what it would feel like I had an epic orgasm. The memory and intensity of this hookup, the raw sex, the fear, the hunger, the splat in the eye ... the regret, the fear I could be infected haunted me for the next 2 months until I got up the courage to go for testing. I lost nights sleep with worry ... but it would always revert to the memory getting me very horny, my cock hardening, and the thought of taking toxic cum triggering a huge orgasm . What was I thinking?

It’s repugnant to not cum inside a hole !

Oh - a couple of other examples of grift I forgot (there's so many....) Donald Trump's campaign headquarters is in the suburbs of DC, as one would expect (the RNC is in DC, the president lives in DC when he's not at one of his clubs, the bulk of our political establishment lives in the region, etc.). But for some reason, the Trump Campaign also maintains a NY office, where it's been paying $40,000 per month (almost half a million per year) since before Trump was elected in 2016. No major campaign officials work there, of course; the day-to-day work is done from the headquarters office, or from the RNC. And since COVID, of course, a lot of that work has been remote. But for some strange reason, the campaign has continued to lease this office space in NYC, no matter how unneeded it really is. Where is this office? 725 Fifth Avenue, of course - Trump Tower. The money forked over by the Trumpanzee faithful is sticking half a million bucks in Trump's pocket every year just for an office that isn't needed by anyone. Secondly - it's common practice for media consultants, etc. to pay for certain campaign expenses up front, and then get paid from the campaign. For instance, the media people might book $100,000 worth of ads in a market, then develop the ad itself, and finally bill the campaign, say, $250,000, which includes the $100K fee to the television/cable system for the ad time. It hides how much the consultants are actually making vs. the expenses they're incurring on the campaign's behalf. Brad Parscale, former campaign manager, elevated that to an art form. He created companies to handle almost everything for the campaign, so that all the campaign itself had to report was a big check to the manager's company. The management company, unlike the campaign itself, doesn't have a lot of disclosure requirements. So Parscale could (and did) hire Lara Trump - Eric the Dumb Son's wife - and Kimberly Guilfoyle - Junior's shack-mate - as "consultants" to his "management" company, at a cost of $15,000 per month each. So Dumbo's wife and the bimbo Junior dumped his wife/mother of his 5 kids for are, or were at least, making $180,000 a year to go around to Trump rallies - expenses covered separately, of course - and praise Trump. When all is said and done, I wouldn't be surprised if the Trumps and their assorted entities have grifted more than $50 million dollars out of the government and the GOP, and that's before the millions spent by foreign governments and US companies and the megarich, ponying up for events at the Trump DC Hotel and memberships at Mar-a-Lago (at $250K a pop). And even with all that, the man is staring at over $400 million in debt due during the next presidential term (whoever is president), with no real prospects of how to pay it off and no bank in the US willing to lend him a buck for subway fare. And another half billion or so in debt due not long after. But yeah, let's vote for the "businessman" for president. ROFLOL.