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Part 6 I was still in the room, the Viagra was now in full-effect, and the thumping next room had reached a crescendo announcing the inevitable conclusion of a breeding. Two fingers had found their way up my pussy, mixing the cum and my spit into a bubbly cream. My mind reverted to Mickey’s cum. “No time” “But it’s running down my legs…” Mickey turned around and leaned over me, kissing me, sliding his tongue deep in my mouth. My hard on from all the excitement stuck between us. “Let it run, Max…” Mickey said, “no one will mind.” “You took your time” Magoo said, pointing at me as we reach the top of the stairs. The corridor leading to the sling was crowded. We had to fray our passage amongst the multitude of hands groping our nipples, balls, cocks and asses, a stroke on my cock here and there, someone even try to push a finger in me! A second sling was mounted, and opposite a table similar to a massage table but narrower was installed. In the first sling, Mickey’s friend was getting spit-roasted by two chunky biker-like guys in leather jockstraps. Mickey was already hopping in the second sling, next to his friend. Magoo kneeled down and started fluffing me for a minute or two. Someone put his hand on my lower back, pushing me forward. “Max, it’s time to fuck.” I nodded. As I positioned myself between his legs, Mickey was smiling back at me. “Fair trade” he mouthed me. “Fair…” I pushed my cock the first two inches “…trade” sinking the rest until I felt his balls in my pubes. I stroke his cock 5-6 times; me, fully-embedded in Mickey’s warm hole, then I grabbed both chains of the sling, slided my cock two-third out, then pulling on sling with force as I pushed my hard cock back in his ass where it belonged. A tall guy with a grey goatee nestled his cock in my crack, humping it up and down and started playing with my nipples. Wired to them or not, my cock was hard by all the sensation of this interaction. Magoo was on my side, his hand caressing my stomach. If anyone would have counted, it took me 312 thrusts from start to finish, spewing my pent-up load in Mickey’s ass. Woof! It was my first full fuck in 312 days since March 13 when I was forced to stay home due to covid! Yeah, I jerked off a lot and got few nuts down Mr. Magoo’s throat, but it all got eclipsed from this public fuck. I came back to earth realizing that a closer crowd was cheering up at my “exploit”. One of them was the front desk, the one with purple hair. He was holding a digital camera and filming. Unbeknownst to me, the camera was retransmitting the scene through the Wi-Fi to all the bathhouse screens for all to see… As I started looking back and forth between Magoo to Mickey, the latter senses something was wrong and probe me to tell him what was going on. I got nervous and I could feel Mr. Magoo closer to me as ever. I start stuttering. “Uhh… I… well… I… really… how can I say…” “Spit it out Max, for god’s sake”, cut Magoo. “I’m sorry… I… I… lied…” I finally said. “What do you mean, you lied? asked a concerned Mickey, trying vainly to get out of the sling only to have more hands keeping him in. “Come on…!” Magoo encouraged. “I’m poz…” It was one of these strangest awkward times when everyone talks to each other loudly and then abruptly stop exactly at the moment you whisper your most intimate and darkest secret to another one. It only lasted a second, then the crowd cheered up as if I just made a winning touch-down at the super bowl! “I’m-poz-I-am-sorry-you-were-so-hot-I-wasn’t-able-to…” I spoke so fast I am sure Mickey didn’t understand anything. “Blah… blah… blah…” Magoo intervened, pushing me out of the way and slamming home his cock. “Urrggh…” exclaimed Mickey, surprised and shocked. “No… not you…” “Pffft! Like a poz cock or another would make a difference! You took your first poz cock like a pro. Did you felt any difference? No. Now you have my cock in you, beside the fact that I am quite bigger than Max here, do you feel any difference? No. Period. End of discussion. Now we are going to make sure you get poz once and for all. As for you, Max, don’t venture too far. With this delirious crowd, who knows what can happen to you.” So, I stuck around, full of remorse, close to Magoo, rocking with him, with the sling. Another pair of guys were at work on Mickey’s friend. One of them was an all-wrinkled thin man - a skeleton by all means with a lot of lesions - was fucking him slowly. “HIV last stage” murmured the front desk guy who had found his way next to me, nudging his big dong on my thigh. I looked back at Mickey. I felt like something was at odd. For a short moment, I almost saw a smirk on Mickey’s face.

It was football kit Saturday afternoon at the local club and that's where I met Kyle, he's a super slim, 6 pack lad with trackies and a chain. He fits in well with the rough lads but likes his luxuries too. On the night I met him we were both standing at the bar he'd just finished his drink. I asked him if he's like another - "totally - I deserve it don't I" he said winking. "Man, yes you do" I replied. We got chatting and starting talking about what we were into. As we spoke about barebacking I could see us both tenting our trackies - both packing a decent size. He was vers and I needed to blow a load - we headed to the back room and I slide his tracksuit down finding nothing but a bubble butt underneath. YES! Turned out he had pre-lubed so I knew he was a slutty one and slipped my cock into his hole. We gathered a little crowd and I felt amazing filling twinky Kyle in front of everyone - it was what they all wanted! A lad with tatts came up and shoved his cock in Kyle's mouth and he sucked it eagerly. With his tight hole and good looks it wasn't too long until I was shooting load after load in his hole. The tattooed lad moaned and filled his mouth not long after. As Kyle and I left the backroom he said - "thanks man - so hot - bet you loved it" and I said "wow boy yeah!" which got the response "better buy me another drink then". As we were back at the bar drinking he said "surprised you didn't ask my status since you shoved your raw cock in me". I was like "fair but neither did you but I'm neg so no need to worry". Kyle replied "I'd not mate - newly poz and not yet undetectable - but guess you were top so its ok. Now you know you'll still risk it for me - of course you will - I'm 22, with a six pack and basically perfect". i loved the lads cockiness! He said two pints down - need to go to the gents back soon. After about five or ten mins I thought seems like a while - with his cockiness I wondered if he left and was about to burst myself so went to the toilets too. They have quite the reputation in this bar so it was no huge shock to see Kyle sitting in the urinal with his top and trousers off and just wearing trainers. Whilst I'm an otter I loved the site of three big bears gathered round pissing on him and once one was done I took his place and let the flow start. By the time we were done the first bear had got hard and as Kyle bent to get his trackies the hairy bear slipped his big cock in to Kyles hole and the lad pushed back and accepted a deep sniff of poppers. That's right boy take my poz cock the bear growled and Kyle sniffed some more as the bear picked up the pace pounding the lads hole. Eventually he let out a big growl and burst into the lads ass. Perfect! After Kyle got dried off it was pretty much time to leave so we got our bags from the cloak room and put them on. I was like - "you not got any other trainers" and he said "nah - was a spur of the moment thing but it's ok cause its the afternoon session so the shops are still open. Plus you were one of the lads pissing so now your paying mate - I deserve it". I couldn't deny it. And he said "but don't worry you can see them on when we get home". I said "we're going to yours? Want more cum in you". And he replied "haha maybe - after today I need an ass to load - my balls are burstin and I love otters". I was like "will you wear condoms?" and Kyle replied "told you - I'm perfect - you'll risk it for ME". I wasn't sure I could do that but man I love bareback and his abs were amazing - there was the walk home to think about it...

Authors note: Hiya, longtime fan first time post! Don't have a lot of experience with chems so hope my descriptions ain't too out of water. I'm just a chaser trying to live out my fantasy! "Hey kid, meet me at that new Church in town! Ill be there on Sunday. Uncle Dom x" Looking up from the text, Andrew glanced across the street at the old grey concrete church across the way. 'New'? This thing didn't look it, maybe it was a new congregation? Uncle Dom was an odd type, he'd only seen him a few weeks ago at family dinner when he dropped in. He had taken up a space to Andrews right, his big heavily tattooed arms bulging in his white shirt. The thin shirt did nothing to hide the glint of the metal nipple piercings that stood out on his barrel chest, with hair peaking out over the collar. Uncle Dom was massive, with a shaved head and standing at 6ft 3, he was a real site at the dinner table. Andrew remembered staring holes in the table just not to get caught staring. He knew it was wrong to find his Fathers brother so hot, but he couldn't help it. The dinner was unusual, not just for the fact that his uncle was there, but because Uncle Dom had spent the whole time going on about his new church and how he was really enjoying it. Which was unusual because Uncle Dom was never a religious man, and from the looks of him it was hard to imagine. He had also spent a fair amount of time asking about my age and if I had a girlfriend. It was all very odd, then only a few days later this message came out of the blue. Steeling himself Andrew crossed the street, making his way to the black double doors of the dark church. The cross above the door askew, and Andrew wondered why anyone would ever think to set up in such a rundown shithole like this. Uncle Dom had said he really enjoyed this church, and whilst Andrew wasn't particularly religious himself, he wanted to impress him. Andrew wanted to be a lot like his Uncle Dom, he wanted to shave his head and get tattoos and piercings just like him. He wanted to be big and strong just like his Dad and his uncle, though in that regard he was not. He was 5ft 8, he was skinny, and even though he was 18, he was yet to get a tattoo or a piercing. He wasn't sure how his Dad would take it, it was one thing for his brother, a different thing entirely for his son. Crossing the threshold, a slight chemical smell wafted over him, as he was greeted by the noise and smell of a large group of men. Andrew hesitated at the door, in front of him was the strangest church he had ever seen. The cross was gone, toppled in the corner, pews pushed back and organised in a circle around the centre of the room. The lights had been replaced with red Led's and the windows has been boarded up. Men, and I mean men, were milling around in various states of undress around the pews and the centre of the room talking. A few clouds of white smoke occasionally erupted from the group as these goliaths stood in conversation. Some were shirtless, but others wore leather and rubber, fetish gear clung to tight and muscular frames. Andrew's jaw was practically on the floor when he noticed his uncle approaching him. Authors footnote: So, I'm hoping to follow a poz Sarah Palin worshiping angle. Will put up part 2 shortly. Hope you get a good wank out of it!

Uncle Dom walked towards him, a black harness strapped across his thick and hairy chest. Nipples were weighed down with thick metal rings, and so was his cock. Andrew gulped, he watched his uncle lazily walk towards him across the church hall. His thick cock swinging, the thing was massive, Andrew couldn't take his eyes off of it. He tried to convince himself that this was weird, that he should run, but his feet stuck to the floor. "Andrew, I see you made it" Andrews eyes darted from the thick cock infront of him, to the handsome face of his uncle. "Um, I.. uh" Andrew stammered, this was all too much. His Uncle, the man of his dreams was stood right in front of him, beads of sweat running down his hairy chest. A large Biohazard tattoo emblazoned proudly beneath his navel. "Come meet some of my brothers" Dom grabbed his hand, completely ignoring the stuttering twink infront of him. He didn't care that he was naked infront of his own nephew, his own flesh and blood. He did care, his thick pierced cock twitched at the potential this scene had. It had been Father's idea, he had asked the congregation for new blood, Dom had kindly offered up his male relatives. Andrew was led across the room, to a group of lads sat around on some broken pews, each of them scantily clad. They each bore plenty of tattoos; scorpions, biohazard symbols, devils. Each of them also were adorn with plenty of metal. Andrew could see plenty of barbells hanging from nipples, and bull rings in noses. Besides his Uncles own Prince Albert, he could see plenty of others alongside a load of other different cock piercings. The skinheads all turned to appraise the fresh meat that had turned up at their door. "Whose this fag?" A pale skinhead asked, he had "POZ PIG" emblazoned in wicked looking letters across his chest. Andrew immediately glanced at the floor, he didn't know what to do. Immediately he felt Doms strong hand rest on his shoulder. "The fans my nephew, he's here to convert" "Oh is he? Huh fag? Want to join the dark ones church? Ready for his gifts?" Andrew didn't know what was going on, he looked up and met Poz Pigs gaze. The man was now standing inches from his face, he was skinnier that his Uncle, but he was wiry. Andrew shrunk a little, he knew he couldn't face up to a man like him, better to roll over. "I.. uh, I'm not sure I'm supposed to be..." A slap landed across Andrews face, his eyes watered a little bit, his gaze returning to the floor. His eyes caught a glimpse of his uncle, smirking, his cock now fully hard watching this play out. "Oh your supposed to be here fag, Father said so. Now be a good little fag and know your fucking place" Poz Pig spat the last words into Andrews face, his hand now resting under his chin. Andrew winced as his face was upturned to Poz Pigs, his body was so close, he could feel the head of his pierced cock press into his stomach. Now the energy of the room had shifted, the commotion had roused a few onlookers from the rest of the room. Uncle Doms 'brothers' were now all eyes on Andrew, as they watched him look up into Poz Pigs face. Another smack landed across Andrews face, the hand under his jaw holding him in place. Andrew submitted, part of him slipped away. He had never really thought of himself as a submissive person, but as he felt the eyes of all these alpha men and his uncle on him, he couldn't help it. He struggled to meet Poz Pigs gaze, he knew now that he was at the bottom of this particular food chain. "Ease up on the fag, its his first day" Uncle Dom stepped in, he knew when to assert his dominance. Placing his big hands on his shoulders, Uncle Dom steered Andrew away from Poz Pig and towards the bulk of the group of 'brothers'. Taking a seat at one of the pews that were piled up in the Church Hall, he directed Andrew onto his knee. Andrew still reeling from his submission to Poz Pig, didn't think twice sitting on his uncles naked leg, inches away from the thick cock that had only hypnotised him minutes ago. Uncle Dom rested a strong arm around his waist, securing Andrew onto his leg. He wasn't going anywhere unless Uncle Dom let him. A few men from across the hall had turned back to their smoking and conversations, but a few had not. Big white clouds erupted irregularly from the groups, the smokers attitudes steadily changing. A bong was slowly making its way round Andrews captors group aswell, passing from hand to hand. "Fucking good shit Dom, guna make today's service so fucking good" Poz Pig was surrounded by a thick cloud of white chemical smelling smoke. "Thought I'd bring the good shit for my nephews introduction, the fags not guna know what hit him" Andrew squirmed in his Uncles lap, then action only prompting Doms arms to grip him tighter, pulling him further into his Uncles crotch. Andrew could feel his Uncles thick piercing press against the small of his back, his cock pushing underneath his shirt. "I.. uh" "Quiet now boy" The command came from his uncle, again Andrew felt the call to submit. Where was this all coming from? he wasn't usually so docile. The glass pipe changed hands one more, his uncle releasing Andrews waist to accept the gift. The lighter burned as Andrew watched his uncle fill the pipe with white smoke, his big hands clutching the glass bong. He watched as the pipe emptied and his Uncle place it on the pew next to him. Andrew knew what was in the pipe, he knew what the biohazard tattoo in his uncles lap meant. Andrew turned to look at his Uncle Dom, his eyes glassy, he was looking at Andrew. A need was in his eyes, and Andrew could only oblige, leaning in Andrews lips parted as his Uncle Dom shotgunned the Tina into his lungs.

Part III: Daddy's Pussyboys, First Scene-Cherry Pop Steve was bulky, but he was way more gentle than Jerome. Mikey's face was contorted in pain, but with the makeup on, streaming down his cheeks with his tears and sweat, and against the red light and the brick wall of whatever basement we were in, he looked like a trashy whore getting pounded in a back alley. Bruce was right above the point of penetration, his camera focused laser like on Jerome's cock invading Mikey's busted cherry. "He's really big," Bruce said, laughing. Jerome grunted and continued pounding into Mikey's ass, his hands gripping the boy's hips and occasionally slapping when the boy made any audible wailing sound. Bruce moved the camera from the boy's butt along his backside up to his face, and then paused while Jerome's violent thrusts pushed the boy's face right up to the lens. "How's it feel Mikey? Say something for the audience." The boy just moaned, and Bruce slapped him and spat in his face. "Please stop...I'm a top!" he whined. "Talk into the camera bitch." Mikey turned to the camera and started babbling, mostly incoherent. "Hurts...fuck, my ass....stop...please..." Bruce smiled at me while he held the camera in front of my friend. "Fuck my ass, huh?" He winked at me, and then turned back to Jerome. "Hear that Jay?" "With pleasure," Jerome said, then began pulling his dick all the way out of Mikey, while grabbing a fistfull of the boy's hair and slamming back in. He started doing this repeatedly, and Mikey continued babbling into the camera, as Bruce smeared some of the makeup on his face with his cock before thrusting it in Mikey's throat. I was lost in my own world, with Steve's giant dick moving slowly in and out of my own hole, which was still sore from the other night with Bruce. Bill came up to me as Bruce and Jerome continued tag teaming Mikey. "Drink this up, princess." He tipped a red plastic cup with gatorade up to my lips. I was dehydrated and drank it down quickly, so quickly that I only noticed the aftertaste once it was down my throat. "What's that?" I moaned. Bill just tossed the cup aside and pressed his cock back into my mouth. "That's happy juice." Bill thrust his dick down my throat. "It will make tonight a lot easier." Behind me, Steve's dick was moving faster now, in and out of my sore ass. He was grunting and occasionally punching the lower part of my back. I kept trying to push Bill's cock out of my mouth, to breath, but every time I tried he would press it right back inside. Tom was on the other side of the room and was changing the music from club hits to some kind of dark electronica. It all came from a TV that was now broadcasting Bruce's camera feed. My view of the TV was obstructed by Bill and his cock, but I could make out Jerome's thick meat burying itself all the way into Mikey's ass, with red streaks of red along his cock. I couldn't tell if it was from blood or the lipstick that Jerome had put on Mikey while his cock was buried in the boy's throat. Suddenly Steve stopped pushing in and out of my ass, and took his cock out with a plopping sound. "I think she's been opened up enough," he said, smacking my ass for emphasis. He walked over to the other side of the room and started putting something together while Bill walked behind me and pressed his dick, covered with my spit, against my throbbing hole. I watched as he dipped his cock in a plastic bag. Bruce pulled out of Mikey and walked back over to me, his camera lens aimed at my ass. "You gonna fuck that faggot up?" He moved the camera from my ass to Bill's cock, which was now covered in white crystalline powder. On the TV I could see it leaking precum. "Something tells me this is his first rodeo," Bill said. With that, he slammed his cock all the way in, and I arched my back and screamed. Bruce laughed. "Not his first ride, but his first finish." Bruce put the camera right against my face. "How do you feel buddy? You feeling good?" My hole was on fire and Bill's cock hurt, like it was tearing up my insides. "Please no more..." I moaned. In front of me, beyond Bruce's camera, Mikey was being turned over by Tom. I watched as Tom administered a needle to his arm. As he pulled the needle out and discarded it, he shoved his dick all the way up Mikey, who screamed at first. Behind me, Bill's thrusts were being made with the music. Behind me, Bill groaned. "Ask for my load." The camera was still hovering in my face. Bruce was stroking his cock next to it, waiting for me to talk. "Please don't come in me!" Bruce grabbed my hair and turned my face directly into the lens. "No choice this time, princess. Tell Daddy Bill where he can put it." "Please just come in my face!" I whined. Steve's pummeling of my hole had felt rough the entire time, but there was something about Bill's dick, or my state of mind, that was making me want it. Enjoy it. Bill pulled all the way out and started slamming in and out of my hole. "C'mon bitch," he said, punching me in the back of the neck. "Tighten that pussy for Daddy!" Tom was now choking Mikey while he pressed his cock deeper and deeper in his hole. "Not much of a top right now are you, Mikey?" "Where does it go, whore?" Bruce asked again, jabbing his dick in and out of my mouth. "Tell us where it goes." When he slipped his cock out again, I looked up at the camera, defeated. "It goes in my ass, sir." Bruce smacked my face. "We've been through this. Where does it go?" I held my head down in shame. "My pussy." Another smack. "Where, bitch?" Bill jammed the entire length of his cock in me again, and started furiously pumping. "Need to hear it from your lips," he said, pulling my hair and my head up. "Scream it!" "PLEASE CUM IN MY PUSSY!" I screamed. This time I kind of wanted him to. My mind was unfocused, my body shaking as it was pounded at both ends. Ahead of me I heard Tom grunt again. "Take my dirty load you cunt," he said, while Mikey wailed and moaned beneath him. Bill turned me over and began furiously pounding my hole while Bruce fed me his cock while holding the camera above my face, and moving its lense between my cock filled throat and Bill's dick slamming my hole. Bill groaned loudly one last time, then shook as he unloaded his dick into my pussy. He withdrew, wiping his cock against my asshole a few times, and sat next to me, breathing heavy. "What a fuck. Your turn Bruce." He grabbed Bruce's camera and Bruce moved between my legs, lifting them up and lining his cock against my hole. He slid it in roughly, grunting while Bill took his slimy cock and put it inside my mouth. "Clean it off boy." Without hesitation I did what he asked. Steve came up beside me, and started administering a needle. "Don't move, princess," Bill said, stroking my hair while Bruce held his cock still inside me. I could feel it throbbing, felt him moving it slightly, itching to stretch me out. Behind me, I heard a babbling Mikey plead with Jerome to fuck him. "You like this black dick, boy?" Jerome laughed as he said it. "Yes!" Mikey yelled, his voice higher. "Please fuck my ass, sir!" Above me Bruce was grunting, his cock moving in and out of my exposed hole. Bill and Steve pulled my legs back for him until it was just my exposed pussy taking thrust after thrust while Bruce spat on my face and gripped my asscheeks as he slammed my bruised hole. "Told you I'd get a second chance at that pussy, boy." Bruce smiled down at me. "Tell Daddy Bruce where you want his load." I knew there was no point resisting. I was starting to feel good. I was wet down there and looser now, and I could hear the slapping, sloshing sounds of Bruce's dick as it moved in and out of my corrupted hole. "In my pussy, Daddy," I said, wrapping my now free arms around his body as he impaled me. Bill and Steve let me legs go, and I wrapped them around Bruce, securing my fate. "With pleasure," Bruce whispered, and unloaded in me while Bill filmed. I leaned back and could see the TV upside down behind me, where the screen was filled with Bruce's cock sliding in and out of my hole, cum dripping out of it. Jerome was grunting and Mikey was moaning, and then Jerome hollered as he dove into Mikey's pussies. Bill stood up, the camera facing down at both of us as they arranged us on all fours so that Mikey and I could make out with each other as the loads dripped out of our asses. "Daddy's Pussyboys, Scene 1: Popped Cherries," Bill announced, chuckling. "That's a wrap! Lets give these bitches a rest." They moved us apart and gave us that bitter tasting Gatorade to hydrate. Bill and Jerome collared Mikey and took him over to a sling in the corner of the room, securing him and leaving him alone while Tom grabbed me. "C'mere beautiful," he said, his tongue pressing into my mouth. He fed me a pill and had me take a swig of the bitter juice to drink it down. "What's that?" I asked, barely coherent at this point, letting his hands explore my teenage body as he started biting at my neck. "Something for a little later, when it's your turn to swing," he said, nodding over at Mikey on the sling. I was starting to lose consciousness when I heard a loud knocking. "Ready?" A voice called out from somewhere upstairs. "Who's that?" I asked Tom. He ignored me and just sat me up on his lap and fed his dick into my hole. "Don't worry about that baby," he said, kissing me. "Just ride the wave." As he rocked me back and forth on his cock I looked over to the side of the room and saw about four or five guys descending the staircase, led by Bill. Bruce was following Bill with the camera as they walked over to the sling and formed a semicircle around Mikey. One of the guys, who looked to be in his late thirties, laughed when he saw Mikey oozing with cum. "I know this kid," he said, pressing his finger against Mikey's exposed boypussy. "He said he only tops." The man licked his lips. "Guess that was a lie, huh whore?" Mikey looked up at the man, confused. "I know you," he started to say, but Bill pressed his hardening dick against Mikey's mouth. "That's enough talk for now, boy," Bill said. "Why don't you let these men get to work." "That's right," the man who knew Mikey said, unbuckling his belt. "Remember when you turned me down?" He was smiling down at Mikey, licking his lips as he stared intently at the boy's hole. Mikey moaned. "Please, I'm sorry...." "No bitch, you will be sorry, though," the man said, bringing out a huge cock that had a Prince Albert piercing. "This motherfucker is gonna wreck that hole." The man paused, taking out a baggy and swirling his finger in it. "You want some of this tiger?" he said, dangling the bag in front of Mikey. "Makes it go easier." "Y-yes," Mikey stammered. "Please let me have some...." "Beg me for it." "Please!" Mikey whined, looking pathetic and spread open for these strange men. "Please let me have some!" The man lined his cock up against Mikey's hole. "Maybe later," he said, slamming it all the way in. Mikey screamed. The man didn't seem to care, pushing further into his teenage hole. "Who's my faggot now, huh kid?" He asked Mikey. "Who's my faggot?" Mikey winced. "What...I don't..." "You my faggot?" the man asked, thrusting his cock in and out of Mikey's exposed hole. "I'm not-" "Wrong answer," the man said, slapping Mikey's face. "I'm your faggot," Mikey said, wincing. Tom started moving his cock faster inside me, and I stifled a groan as he re-positioned me so I could watch the action and take him doggy style. "That's right, Mikey," the man said, revealing that he knew Mikey. "You're my number one faggot right now." And with that, he started pounding away as Mikey cried and moaned and babbled underneath him.

After a HARD day at work Sir likes to kick back on the couch with his pig for some rest and relaxation, in a RAW kind of way. Are you willing to carress Sir's Dick with your velvet soft, wet and warm cunt to sooth his working day away? 🍑🐷🍆

I know it's bad form to cruise online when you are waiting for test results, but I guess that's the kind of whore I am. Besides, I was bored and nervous and needed to kill some time, so naturally I found myself on Scruff. Interestingly, there was this hot Latino guy who showed-up as nearby. Quite nearby, in fact. Less than 250 feet away. So I started a chat with him. Me: Wow! woof, you're cute Him: Thanks! you too. Me: Can I see your locked pics? Him: *unlocks* I look at his pics. His cock was uncut, about eight inches, and had a wicked down-curve. Me: Holy. Fuck. Nice cock! I know JUST where to put that! Him: It looks like you are close by. You at the clinic? Me: Yeah, I'm waiting for HIV test results. It's that time Him: Cool. glad you are getting tested. I'm a counselor here. Me: It must be hard to deliver the news and stuff Him: It's ok. It's important to be informed Me: Yeah, I guess it is. Actually, I can't believe I'm actually cruising while waiting for my results Him: It's understandable. We can't stop being sexual just because of HIV Me: Is it sick that I'm totally horny and want your cock right now? Him: Is it sick that I'm an HIV counselor and I want to fuck your ass right now? Just then the nurse came in and I had to put my phone away. She very perfunctorily informed me that I was negative, but would need to be tested again in six months due to recent sexual activity, adding that she would take me to the counselor to chat briefly about safe sex. With that she led me down the hallway to a private office where she introduced me to Michael. Michael, of course, was the counselor with whom I had just been chatting on Scruff! Oh, and Michael was HOT. He was probably about six inches shorter than me, had a slight, muscular build, but damn did he get the Enrique Eglesias looks! Plus he had a beautiful smile complete with dimples! I walked in and sat down as Michael closed the door. He shook my hand warmly and told me it was nice to meet me. We talked about my recent negative result and the fact that I could still be positive if the antibodies hadn't yet developed. We also talked about having safer sex and other diseases. Blah blah blah. Honestly, the standard preventive fare. When I got up to go we shook hands again and he said, "I get off in an hour... and would like to get off after that." What a line! He then rubbed his crotch suggestively while giving me an inviting smile. I grabbed one of his post-it notes and scribbled down my address and phone number, handing the slip of paper to him saying "I'm heading home right now and will be ready. And waiting." Sure enough he showed-up about an hour later, and I buzzed him up. Once in the apartment he wasted no time taking control by pushing me against the wall and making out. Then he broke off the kiss saying "Let's get naked. I don't have tons of time. I've gotta get home to my partner." "You have a partner?" "Yeah, does it matter?" "Well, no, not to me, but does he know?" "No, he thinks I'm a good boy, but I need sex. Lots and lots of sex." "Yeah, I believe you," I replied. Although his frankness was slightly unnerving, I was nevertheless turned on by the thought of his big cock fucking me, so I led him to my bedroom where we stripped. He pushed me down to my knees and I worked his cock. It wasn't super thick, but it was quite long. And the downward curve added a whole new dimension. Ordinarily I'm not much good at deepthroating, but fuck, Michael's cock was angling in exactly the right way as to slide down my throat, right past my esophagus. It felt incredible, especially as his foreskin provided dome extra smooth motion. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and gestured me up onto the bed, asking "You ready to get fucked? Where's your lube?" "In there," I replied, pointing to the night table, but adding "Umm, what about a condom?" "Do you really want to use one?" "Well, we just spent 15 minutes talking about safe sex, didn't we?" "Yeah, but bareback feels so much better, doesn't it?" "But you're an HIV counselor!" "So?" "And I just got tested AT YOUR CLINIC!" "And you were there getting tested because you are no angel, right? I bet you have been taking bare cock and enjoyed it but had a little scare which made you go get tested. Right?" "Umm...." "Okay, so some guys really get off on taking raw cock. I get that. I can't stop that. I can educate, but it really isn't going to change behavior. I mean, look at me? I know the risks and everything, and yet I love bareback sex." As he made these remarks he rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack, teasing my ass lips. "You want me to bareback you, don't you?" he then asked, adding "It's okay to say 'yes'." "Yeah, kinda...." "So pass me the lube." "Are you neg?" "Nope, I'm poz." "Whoa, time out. You're poz and you want to bareback me?" Michael leans back from me and looks at me for a minute. He strokes his cock slowly, seductively, and doesn't say anything. Just stares at me. "Hell, yeah. Yeah, I do. I want to fuck that bubble butt of yours and leave my seed deep inside it. I want you to feel the throb of my cock as I cum inside you. I want to leave my DNA in your hole." "Maybe we shouldn't....." "Look. We both know you're taking raw cock. You've probably taken poz loads before, without even knowing. And I can see that you aren't turned off by the idea, because your cock is rock hard and drooling precum. You might as well just give in to your desires and let me give you a good fuck." "I'm just nervous...." "How about I warn you before I cum, and I can pull out if you want me to." "Um...." Then my body made its decision. I rolled over and got on all fours again, took a hit of poppers as he lubed his cock. And before I knew it, Michael was sheathing his eight-incher inside my ass. It was obvious that Michael had had a LOT of practice at fucking. He slowly, methodically fucked his whole dick into me from tip to hilt. Agonizingly slowly and pushing up inside my second ring. And the down curve was creating new sensations inside me. It was heaven! He picked up tempo and really started throwing all the meat to me. Hard. His curve kept popping up inside my colon, making me wince in pain every single thrust. He didn't care though. He told me to take it - to take his raw cock in my neg ass. "You know, I knew you were a cock pig if only 'cause you were on Scruff at the fucking clinic. I had a strong suspicion my cock would end-up being buried in your ass," Michael remarked. I chuckled in reply. Eventually his breath quickened and he told me he was getting close. I was actually getting close myself, because his cock was stroking the hell out of my prostate. I just moaned as he thrust away. "I'm gonna cum, man! Where you want it?" Michael asked. "Just keep fucking me!" "You fucking PIG! Here it cums! Gonna knock up this neg hole!!" "DO IT! Don't stop fucking me!" And then he flooded me. And when I say flooded, I mean FLOODED. I could actually feel the warmth and wetness fill my ass. He kept thrusting wildly and my ass just felt wet beyond anything I'd ever experienced. He was still fucking me hard and it started to run out of my hole and down my balls. I actually came about 15 seconds later, just from his fuck motion. My hole started puckering and grabbing his dick, making him go wild as I shot my load all over my bedspread. He parked his cock in me and waiting politely for my orgasm to subside, before eventually pulling out. As he did so, his curved cock dragged some of his spunk out and a big blob landed on my bed. Which he scooped up and fingered back into my hole. Moments later I came back to my senses and started mildly panicking, blabbering "Oh my god! What did we just do?" "We fucked. I bred you. You came no-handed." "We shouldn't have... I shouldn't have...." "Relax. Breathe. You just took a big step." "A big step to what?" "A big step toward coming to grips with your piggy side. You are a cum pig bottom. And that's ok. Better than ok, actually. It's hot." "I don't know if I want to be a cum pig!" "Dude, I've worked at the clinic for several years. I can spot a bottom pig a mile away. And you, my friend, are a bottom pig. Embrace it.' "No I'm not... I'm ...." "You picked up a partnered poz HIV Counselor at the free clinic, invited him over, and let him breed you," Michael replied with a laugh. "Oh god. I am a pig." "And it turned you on so much you came from it. And thinking about it right now is making you hard again." And it was. Michael had to get home to his husband, but he promised me that this wouldn't be the last time we fucked. And it wasn't. As he left, he said, "Now remember to get tested again in 6 months. We may have more to talk about after that one...."

Chapter Seventeen I woke up in the spare bedroom, Jack curled up behind me. For a moment my mind was lost, wondering how we got here when the last thing I remembered was my dad fucking me on my bed. It took a few seconds for me to realize that all of that was in my mind. But it had seemed so real...so fucking hot. I was getting hard from just remembering it...what was wrong with me? I got up and took a shower, I was not surprised to find I was covered in dry cum. I washed myself completely, my cock reacting as I cleaned my hole out. I looked down at the dildo I had used last time I was here to fuck myself but I was kinda sore already so dried off and wandered off to find some food. Mr. Blackthorn was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking some coffee. “Morning,” he said with a wide smile, “How did you sleep?” “Good,” I said opening the fridge. I grabbed some orange juice, and poured a glass, “Little sore but good.” “Well that's what you get for being a bad boy,” he said raising an eyebrow. I chuckled and sat down next to him, “So...was that weird?” “Sex? Sex is never weird for me.” “No, I meant the dad thing.” “Not for me, why? You weirded out?” I didn't say anything at first, “I mean it's my dad...” He put his coffee down, “Do you love your dad?” “Of course.” “And if your dad attractive?” “I mean...I don't..” “If he wasn't your dad would you find him attractive?” I thought about it and nodded. “And do you wish your dad showed you more affection?” I nodded slowly. “So you have a a guy you find attractive, that you have feelings for and that you want to show you affection? How can you not be turned on by it?” When he said it like that it made sense. “But, I mean it's still wrong,” I said. “Is it?” he asked back, “Why?” “Um...cause you...I mean incest is...” “Incest is a [banned word] but it's mostly one because of pregnancies that come from incest. So the [banned word] came from the fact that family shouldn't indulge in it because of the dangers, but let me ask you Everett, what is the medical danger is you having sex with your father?” I did not have an answer. “Anyways, to answer your question, no it was not weird at all,” and he went back to drinking his coffee. Now I was more confused that ever. Jack dropped me off at home so I could change for school, I was walking out the door when I heard my dad's voice scream from the garage, “Ev is that you?” “Yeah!” I called back. “Come in here.” I walked into the garage and he was standing there in a torn wife beater and a pair of oil spattered jeans. He was a beast of a man, a gorilla's chest with fucking biceps the size of cantaloupes, he was a Marine for years before I was born and he looked every inch of it. He still kept his hair cut short and was clean shaven mostly, though he did have a mean 5 o'clock shadow by the end of the day. From a glance we didn't look like we were related, he was wide and stocky where I was tall and lean, but there was one thing we shared that was easily recognizable. We both had monster cocks. I was 11 when he sat me down and explained that I wasn't like other kids. I had just gotten sent home from junior high with a note from my little league coach, a note I thought for sure said I was off the team. I gave it to my mom who read it and then covered her mouth quickly. She said I would have to wait for dad to get home, which I did, sure I was going to get yelled at for being bad at baseball. Instead he came in and explained that I was going to need some special equipment the other kids didn't. I began to cry thinking it was because I was bad at the game and he assured me it wasn't that. “Look bud, you have to understand that Palmer boys, we're special. See, when God was making us he decided to give us a little extra downstairs.” I looked at him confused, not sure what we had downstairs that would be extra? I mean we had a living room and a kitchen and a... “I'm talking about your dick,” he said, seeing my confusion. That word didn't mean much to me at 11. “Your pee-pee, your wiener?” Oh!” I said knowing that word, “Really?” He nodded, “We're going to get you what's called a jock strap and you need to wear it under your jeans ok? It's like extra underwear?” “For big pee-pees?” He laughed and nodded, “Exactly for that.” And I'd worn one ever since, but ever since that day I would peek glances at my dad's basket and let me tell you, he wasn't lying. Palmer boys are blessed. “What's up dad?” “You break up with that girl?” How in the world would he know that? “Um yeah, wasn't working out, why?” He shook his head, “She came by looking for you, crying and all that. Look son, you know I don't like telling you how to live your life but you mind some advice?” I nodded. “You have to be careful about who you screw, once they get a taste they don't give up easily.” I must have blushed because he chuckled, “I'm not speaking out my ass. Look bud, when I was your age the girls I fucked would follow me around town like a hungry dog for months after. It's the price we pay for having what we have, people get attached fast to it.” “Um, yes sir.” I said, not even believing we were having this conversation. “It's better this way anyways, that girl was just gonna end up getting pregnant and then you'd be forced to marry her and trust me boy, you don't want that.” “Was it like that with mom?” I asked, scared of the answer. “What? No! I wasn't talking about her, I was talking in general. Look, when you find the right girl then you'll know and fuck her silly. Knock her up, have a dozen kids and all that but before that, make sure you're careful because we are not only blessed in inches but in fertility. Your grandfather used to say we could get a girl pregnant with a stern look.” Imagine my grandpa saying that made me bust up, “So how am I your only kid?” I asked. He paused and then gave me a look, “I found safer holes to fill.” I just stared at him confused. He just smiled, “How's Jack been?” “Um....fine...I mean why?” He gave me a wink, “No reason, you're gonna be late for school.” I stumbled out of the garage, not sure what I just heard. I got in my car and hauled ass to school. “He said what?” Jack asked at lunch. “I swear to god man, I think he knows about us.” Jack looked around to see if anyone could overhear us, “How?” I shrugged, “He said Cheryl came by and then said I dodged a bullet.” He sat there and thought about it for a long while, “You think your dad fooled around with guys in Marines?” The thought of my dad at my age with guys...my cock began to get hard instantly. I leaned over, “Dude if I am going to make it through practice I need to cum now.” He looked over at me with a wide smile, “I didn't hear the magic word.” I leaned close and whispered, “Please sir, please fuck my jock cunt.” He got up and grabbed me by my jacket, “Let's go.” He led me to the locker room and kicked on the coach's door. Billy opened it, wondering who was making all the noise, “Jack?” “He's got an itch that needs scratching, like now.” I looked at Jack shocked, what the hell was he saying? Billy looked to me and then back to him, “Really?” Jack looked at me, “What do you need?” I was too shocked to answer. Jack slapped my face, “I said answer bitch.” “I need to get fucked,” I answered automatically, before I could even think about it. Billy looked around to make sure no one else was in the locker room, “Bring him in here.” Jack pushed me into the office and I heard the coach lock it behind us. “Strip,” Jack ordered as he pulled his own shirt over his head. I kicked my shoes off as I saw Jack and the coach begin to undress. I licked my lips as I saw Billy's dick through his boxer briefs. As he slid them down I saw he was uncut and felt my mouth water. Jack nudged him, “Hey look coach, someone looks hungry.” Coach peeled back his foreskin, showing the angry red head of his cock, “You hungry Ev? You want a snack?” All I did was moan as I hit my knees and took the hard cock into my hand. The extra skin made jerking him off super easy, I was fascinated by it. I licked the tip tentatively, it had a muskier taste than the other cocks I'd sucked, I twirled my tongue around it, trying to catch every particle of flavor I could. “God damn,” Billy said, his hands pushing me down on his cock, “When did he become so well trained?” “Been training him,” Jack said from behind me, “Show the good man how well trained you are, spread your fucking legs.” Like the good cunt I was I spread my legs as I kept choking on coach's thick cock. I felt some lotion go up my hole accompanied by two if Jack's fingers. Another moan escaped my throat as I felt Jack begin to tickle the inside of my guts, my head start to fuzz as my sex drive kicked in. “Fuck Jack, you know how long I've wanted a piece of this stud.” Jack kept jabbing his fingers into me, “I know, you told me the first time I fucked you.” Jack fucked the coach? Holy shit. “Yeah but I didn't think you could pull it off.” I heard Jack chuckle. “Are you kidding, he's the best dog you could want. Watch.” Jack came around and stood in front of me, pulling Coach's cock out of my mouth. “Sit up.” I got on my knees and held my hands in front of me, looking at the two hard cocks teasing me. “Beg.” “Please fuck me, please Jack...please your boy needs to be fucked so bad...” I whined. “Roll over.” I laid back and spread my long legs out, showing both men my hungry pussy. “Holy fuck,” the coach said, marveling at the site of his top jock begging to be fucked. “Get in there man,” Jack said nudging the older man forward, “Fuck him.” The coach needed no further coaxing, he knelt down and I felt the thick head of his cock push into my hole, “Coach!” I cried out as the man's dick smashed into my gaping hole. He didn't take it slow at all, he shoved his entire length in at once, I cried out as I felt the walls of my ass scream in protest from the abuse while my cock wept precum all the same. “Oh fuck yeah,” he said bearing down on me “You know how long I've wanted this fucking hole Palmer?” His cock was hurting me in the most fucking awesome way, I was clenching my teeth trying not to scream as he pulled his entire length out and slammed it into me again. “Fucking with that body, those abs...fucking walking around in your fucking jockstrap...” He was seriously fucking me now, my head thrashed back and forth as I felt the pain start to morph into carnal lust. “And this cock...” he said taking my monster in his hand “Who the fuck gave you this cock?” he said as he started to stroke me. “My daddy!” I cried out, feeling the coach bottom out into me, his pubes slapping against my ass, “I have my daddy's cock!” “Jesus...” he panted, fucking me harder and harder, my legs over his shoulders now. “Fuck me coach, faster...please...” I begged, feeling my entire self start to sink into the depths of my fucking sex. I stopped caring if someone could hear us, if someone would walk in...I just wanted...I needed to be fucked...hard...I needed to be used... He let go of my cock and really started to shove it into me. He spread my legs like the fucking bitch I was, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him unto me, forcing as much of that uncut cock into me as he could give. “Hold still,” Jack said behind him and the coach stopped fucking me for a moment. I whined in protest as I heard the coach gasp, “Jack...wait....” Jack slammed into the coach, causing the man to slam into me as he began to get fucked himself. The coach moaned as Jack began to ravage his ass as he pistoned in and out of my tight, jock cunt. Jack looked brutal as the coach winced with every push, “Fucking both my cunts, aren't I coach?” he asked, his mouth next to coach's ear, “Fucking both my jock pussies.” “Fuck Jack...slow down... the man complained but his cock was still raging hard in me as Jack fucked both of us through sheer force of will. I saw the coach's head fly back as Jack bottomed out into him, Jack's mouth clamping to his neck, marking his bitch as he fucked him. “Jack no!” the coach cried out, “No marks...my girlfriend..” “Fuck your girlfriend,” Jack declared, pushing him down on top of me. I could hear him grunt every time Jack thrust into him, causing the coach;s cock to fuck me in rhythm. “You're my fucking bitch Randy, aren't you? Aren't you Randy?” The coach's head was laying on my chest as he got fucked but he nodded, “I'm your bitch Jack...” “Fuck yeah you are, both of my girls...getting pregnant at the same time.” I felt myself getting close from feeling coach's thick cock in me and Jacks smack talk. “I'm close Jack...” I said form the bottom of the pile. “You wanna come cunt?” he asked. “Please Jack, let your boy cum...please....” Jack looked down at me, his face fucking glowing from the sweet and the power he held over both of us, “Come for me bitch, come for your man.” I closed my eyes and felt my cock start to pulse. Coach;s cock hit deep in me three more ties and I felt myself start to cum. The coach moaned as my cunt tightened around his cock as I unloaded, what felt like gallons of cum over both of our chest and abs. “Jack...fuck Jack...” the coach cried out before he started cumming in me. His cock enlarged as he shot his babies in my cunt, I groaned in delight as I felt myself get filled with his spunk. Jack pulled out of the coach and ordered us both to look at him. We both got to our knees and faced his cock as he stroked himself off and shot load after load over our faces. Our mouths open trying to catch any drop of his cum we could. “Fucking eat my load you fucking pussies...” he cried as he sprayed us with hot, thick cum. Once he was done I sat there, panting from the sex, feeling as debased and fulfilled as I did every other time Jack used me like this. Jack knelt down and ruffled the coach's hair, “You be a good girl, and someone day I might let him fuck you.” The coach's eyes got wide as he looked down at my softening cock, still bigger than his hard cock. I saw him lick his lips and knew, everything my dad had said about our cocks were true, they were dangerous.

Earlier on today I needed to go to Costco to buy a few things; I put on a plain white t-shirt, grey cotton shorts and a pair of flip flops. For my underwear I wore a pouch g string ([think before following links] https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/juIAAOSwa~BYVAp4/s-l1600.jpg). I got to Costco and began walking around just browsing for a while which is when I noticed a handsome guy in his mid 40's, 6'0", brown hair, light stubble and well built. He was wearing a t-shirt, jeans and some Timberland boots. After a while of looking at him I looked away because he turned to face me but was on his phone, I then started staring down at his cortch, he looked up and we made eye contact, he winked and smiled. I began to blush and looked away, continuing with my browsing. I then felt him walk behind me and reached over my head for an item on the shelf, brushing his crotch against my ass. I started getting hard right there, I then started grinding back onto him until he took the item and moved back. At that point I heard a womans voice, I looked over and she was speaking to the man (her husband) and she was with 2 elementary school aged kids (a boy and a girl). I heard him say that he needed to use the toilet and she said something in return then walked to a different aisle with their kids. He walked past me and I looked up at him, he looked back and winked. Once he was out of sight, I started walking to the bathroom too. By the time I walked into the bathroom, I heard a stall door shut. It was the one furthest away from the door, I looked around and saw nobody but I did notice a painters tarp by the sink which made me cautious that a contractor or cleaner may show up soon. I rushed into the stall next to him and sat down, I then heard him tap his foot and I tapped mine in return. For a second there was silence, which was then broken by him saying "I knew you'd join me. What position are you?", I replied with "Versatile bottom" to which he practicallly demanded "You're going to be a bottom for me today". I heard him undo his belt, pull down his jeans and get onto his knees, he then shuffled towards the wall and pushed his crotch under the gap. His dick was amazing... semi hard around 6 inches and uncut, he then pulled back his foreskin revealing a wet head. I stood up, took off my shorts and top and stood there standing in my g-string. I couldn't believe I was finally going to hook up in public. I got onto my knees and bent over which is when I grabbed his dick with my hand and pulled back the foreskin fully, I then began to lick his dick. I heard him moan and I took that as my cue to put it all in my mouth, I slowly sucked on it whilst occasionally taking it out of my mouth and spitting on it. After a little while I managed to start a good sucking rythm which made quite a lot of noise, he grabbed the underside of the stall with both of his hands and began pushing his crotch further into my mouth which made me start gagging. Eventually I told him I wanted to fuck but it wasn't comfortable fucking in that position, so he asked me what I had in mind. I got up, walked out of my stall (which was a bold move considering I was only in a g string) and I grabbed the tarp, opened it up and passed it to him, I told him to put it on the floor so he could lay down. Once he was done, he shuffled himself under the stall divider so I could see up to his stomach. I knelt down and began sucking him and jerking him off, trying to get him hard. He got to full hardness after a minute or so, he was now around 8x6 inches. I stood up and stared at his dick, it looked so hot covered in spit. I reached around to my ass and pulled the g-string to the side and squatted over his crotch. I grabbed his dick with my left hand and rested my right hand on his stomach for balance and then lowered myself onto his dick. I felt his warm dick work its way through my ass cheeks and finally stopped once it reached my hole. The feeling of a warm dick turned me on so much, I then used my hand to move his dick just rubbing the head against my hole. Finally I had enough and began let myself sink onto his dick, I felt the dick head work its way into my hole and then stood up, just getting my hole used to his dick. I then did that a few times but ran out of patience and let myself sink onto it a far as I could which was around half way, I then extended my legs flat as if I was sitting on the floor which allowed my full body weight to do the rest of the pushing. I gasped as I quickly sank down and his dick filled me up, he also let out a moan. I then lifted myself to the tip of his dick and slammed back down and began clenching and releasing my kegel muscles at random times. I managed to work up my speed and by that point the bathroom was filled with the noise of my ass slapping against him as I got fucked. He then began pushing his crotch up and fucking me instead, I had to squat again because he was slamming into me really hard and I was going to fall over. I just zoned out and listened to the noise of his balls loudly slapping against my ass cheeks for a few minutes until we heard a door open which cause us to both freeze, I heard a boy say "Daddy, are you in here?" to which he replied "Yes?", he then said "Mommy asked what drink you wanted. Cola? Pepsi? Mountain Dew?..." and he began to name a whole list of drinks. For a single second I completely forgot he was there and I slammed myself down onto his dick while my keegal muscles were clenched which made him nearly say "Oh shit" but he managed to change it to say "Oh sh... those sound like great drinks" which made me want to laugh. I started slowly fucking myself on his dick which made him start breathing really heavily, he then said "I'll be finished soon, just tell mom I want some Cola." to which his son said "Ok" and left. "Finally" he exclaimed and he picked up the pace of fucking me, clearly wanting to cum. I pulled out my dick from the g-string and my dick began slapping against his stomach which made me start moaning, loudly. At that point I worked my way up into a sweat, I could tell he wanted to cum because he would keep stopping... but I had errands to run and I didn't want to keep his wife waiting so I told him to let me take over. I then started to strain as if I was trying to push the dick out of my hole when I would go down on it and tighten my ass up when I would go up on it, he was making groaning noises which is when I reached under his top searching for his nipples until I found them, at that point I would flick his nipples the moment my ass would reach the hilt of his dick... after doing this 3 times I heard him say "I'm cumming" and I just sat there feeing his dick throb inside of me... it must have squirted about 6 times. I began to sit up and tightly squeezed his dick from the base upwards to get all the cum out. I stood up, got onto my knees and sucked the tip of his dick to get the last bit of cum and then I licked the tip of his dick which made him jolt. I sat down on the floor, covered in sweat and tried to catch my breath as I heard him leave. Once I got home I sat down in my bed and drifted off to sleep, I woke up an hour ago, took a shower and now I'm in the lounge with my family waiting for dinner to arrive as I hold the cum inside of me.

Damn. That's THREE days in a row now I have woken to a crazy thick and throbbing erection. Who wants to be the first in some years to receive my delicious load deep in their guts? 🐷🍆 💦💦 Oink 🐽 Oink

Part 5 I woke up in the room (how did I get here again?!) to a thump, thump rhythm coming from the other side wall. Someone was getting fuck because as I pay more attention, I discerned a muffled voice: thump… Uhn! thump… Uhn! thump… Ahh! Uhn! thump… Uhn! thump… Ow! Almost hypnotizing. Some other voices were encouraging/appreciating with “yeah, take it man”, “fuck him” or simply “hot”. I had a beginning of a headache. My hand went to my hole. No plug. Sore and sticky. Cum must have leaked, maybe lube leftover. As I circle a finger at my hole, I noticed one of Magoo’s shoe on the floor with a piece of paper sticking out it. My index was now deep in my hole, reluctantly I pulled it out and suck it clean. I was still uncomfortable of having a guy shoot his load up my ass, but it was Mickey’s clean load and he was negative too, at Magoo’s damn. I dive my finger back a few times to collect the cum and savor it. As I lick the cum remnant off my finger, I realized how much I liked it. For some reason, it wasn’t the same as when I eat my own cum. Finger cleaned; I extended my arm to grab the paper. In the dimmed-light room, it was hard to read: “After you wake up, swallow the Viagra. Grab the lube and the popper and join me back at the theater space. Don’t shower, don’t piss… and don’t eat all that cum out of your ass, you whore. I dropped your towel at the front desk. Pick up a clean one.” It was signed “Grandpa”… I read the paper a second time, how did he knew I was going to “eat the cum from my ass”? I look back at the shoe, indeed the two bottles were there. The blue pill had found his way inside the dirty shoe, as I tilt it up, another pill rolled down, small and pink. A children aspirin! Yeah, that would help. I popped both pills and lay back down remembering the last few hours. Everything went exactly like Magoo told me: Mickey fucked me bareback, twice as a matter of fact; I fucked him back, lied about being poz, and Magoo and his friends stepped in right after. I don’t think we will ever see Mr. Magoo smiling like this. Unspeakable. After sucking on Magoo’s cockhead for a while as he recounted some of his past encounters. After he left, I went to the showers, situated between the small pool and the dry sauna. Mickey was there alone. He nodded at me, but didn’t say any of his usual derogatory remark. “You alone?”, he asked. “No, not really. I came with a friend” I responded. “The short old man?” “Yes” “He fucks you? “Oh god no! He is poz…” “He could fuck you with a rubber” I replied nonchalantly. “I wouldn’t take the risk. Anyway, he only fucks bareback.” “Huh? Still surprising he can get it up”, he said laughing at the idea. “Yeah, and he has a nice one too. He gives awesome blowjob.” “Urrggh… old trolls sucking…” “A mouth is a mouth, and like I said… awesome…” “I’ll take your word for it.” “You had some fun?” “Nah, just fuck my friend earlier in the sling.” “Oh yeah, it was hot seeing you fuck.” “Really, you thought I was hot?” “Yeah your hot” I replied seeing an opening to put Magoo’s plan in motion “Hmmm… hot enough to put out for me?” “Well… I don’t get fuck… not often… but with you…” “Your hot too and I don’t know what I would give to have a go at your hole…” “Your ass” I said. I can’t believe how easy he was making my task! “What?” “You said you didn’t know what you would give and I said your ass. I let you fuck me, and in return, you let me fuck you. Fair trade.” “I don’t know. I know you but… I’m neg and I am like you, I want to stay that way.” “We are both neg and we both want to fuck each other, so why not?” Here I was, at Magoo’s request, pimping my own ass to satisfy the old man urges. And using the same deceiving tactic Mickey and his friend used on others. Mr. Magoo was a devious stealther. “Okay, lets go in the dry sauna. No ones in, and I don’t want pry eyes.” Here I was on my back in the dry sauna, fucked by Mickey. A royal fuck. Mickey pounded me hard, more than I expected. Who could believe that such slender body can fiercely fuck like a beast? “Fuck off!” Mickey yelled every time someone venture in. Sweat was rolling from Mickey’s stomach directly down to my hole, providing incessant lube. The sloshy sounds added to our moans and grunts were worthy of a class B porn movie. “I’m coming…” Mickey said, still pumping without missing a beat. Suddenly, the sauna door open again. “Fuck… “ SLAP “Shut your mouth, arrogant prick” Mr. Magoo had slap Mickey who had stop mid-stroke. Now, looking at me “You little whore. You won’t let me fuck you, but you let him, HIM! fuck you?!!!” said Magoo in angry tone. “But you are poz and he is not” I replied meekly. “At least, you could have let me watch! I don’t have much pleasure at my age but for sure I would have enjoyed it, even more that your prima donna ass doesn’t get fuck often.” “I’m sorry” I said. “Hey, with his tight little ass, I can go another round for you” stated Mickey to the old man, acting proud to have something the old man can’t get. “Can you?” “Yeah. I mean… he is so hot I might even go for a third time.” “Awesome”, exclaimed Magoo. “Bring your sorry ass to the sling. Time to put a show!” With that, Magoo was out leaving a bewildered Mickey still comfortably lodged in my overflowing ass.

There are a lot of guys who plan their conversions and others who never know it’s happening, but I was part of that middle group who hadn't really planned it but let themselves get carried away in the heat of the moment. Like most guys I started out practicing safe sex almost exclusively, except for those rare occasions where I knew the top well, and knew he was neg. After all, who wants to get sick, right? But as time went on I found safe sex less and less satisfying, and began to bareback more, although always with guys who were disease-free. Then I discovered the old bug share site and found that the idea of getting pozzed turned me on. I had no real interest in the reality of it, but the fantasy of being pozzed led to many a hot jack off session. I also found the thought of being pozzed made those occasions where I took raw cock even more intense. I wasn't a bug chaser by any means, but my lustful desires were beginning to drive riskier behaviors. One night I was online at BBRT looking for some action and spied an advertisement that looked to be very close to me. When I clicked on the guy's photos my cock went instantly to full-hard as this stud was the man of my dreams. Well built, without being a gym rat, handsome as heck, and seriously hung. Possessed by lust, I never really looked beyond his pictures in his profile before I hit him up, and and as it turned-out he had just moved into my apartment building so he was literally next door. We agreed to meet and I logged off, grabbed a quick shower, cleaned myself out, got dressed and headed over to his place. When he opened the door it was clear this pictures didn't do him justice. My cock, which was already hard and leaking precum, got even harder. He invited me in and within minutes we were making out hot and heavy on his couch, hand groping each other’s cock. He then stood-up, and invited me to the bedroom where, upon arriving, he slowly undressed me, driving me wild with his touches and kisses. "God, your hot" he told me as he licked the precum from my cock. Suddenly he paused and asked "Dude, you know I'm poz right?" My heart stopped. I certainly had not noticed that little detail, didn't and I really didn't want to get pozzed, but a part of me got even more turned on when he said it. It was weird. I knew I didn't really want the bug but a part of me did, and suddenly that part had an opening. "No man, I didn't" I said "and I'm neg. Kinda like to stay that way, you know?" "It’s cool" he said "Normally I make sure guys know I'm poz before they show up, but you were so close and it all happened so fast." "We can still have some fun though if you want" he said "Yeah, man I'd love to, just so long as you know I won't be sucking you or fucking tonight." "No problem" he said, adding "there are lots of ways to play." As I was already nude he stood up and invited me to undress him, which I did slowly, trying to build the same excitement in him he had in me. When opened his pants I discovered an obscenely huge bulge in his briefs with a perfect thick cock head that was leaking precum sticking above the elastic waistband. It was the cock of my dreams and I wasted no time completely removing his shorts, and working his balls and shaft with my tongue, oh so careful to stay away from the poisonous tip. Soon we were on the bed, I was on my back and he had my cock deep in his mouth, giving me the blow job of a life time. I was moaned and squirmed, what few inhibitions I had were being overcome by raw lust. So, when he crouched over my body in a '69' position, his perfect cock dangling over my face, I wanted to taste it sooooo bad. As he worked my cock I worked his shaft and balls, but not surprisingly our mutual movements frequently brought the tip over my mouth, giving me a taste of his poison necter. God, it tasted good. And the fact it was leaking poz juices only turned me on more. I soon lost control and begin deep-throating him with a passion I'd never before possessed. His automatic and natural response to my sucking was to begin fucking my face, pushing his rod deep in my throat. As he sucked me his fingers probed towards my hole and began to massage it causing me to emit low groans of pleasure. Sensing he'd found something, he asked me if I liked being rimmed. "FUCK YEAH!!" was my immediate response and he quickly rolled me over onto my stomach and lifted my ass into the air. His tongue found my pussy fuck-hole and began working it, causing me to moan and squirm even more. God, I wanted his cock sooo bad, but I knew it was a decision I'd regret. Then his tongue was joined by fingers and he began opening my boy pussy up spreading it wide. The sensations were indescribable and I'd never wanted to be fucked so bad in my life. "God you have such a tight perfect ass" he moaned "I'd love to feel it wrapped around my cock." "Me too" I told him. "How about I just push in once get the feel and pull out?" I swear my body shook and a chill came over me. I wanted his cock more than I'd wanted anything in my life, especially since it was poz and although my last bit of rational thinking fought against the invitation, I found myself thinking I wouldn't get pozzed from 'one penetration'. "In and out once nice and easy right?" I asked. "Yeah man" he said "nothing you don't want." I felt his cock head rub my now opened and dripping boy cunt and I whimpered slightly. He started pushing in and as his 9" long shaft worked its thick head inside me constant whimpers escaped my throat. My body shaking as I contemplated that this was a real poz cock sinking its way inside me. He sunk it deep and worked it around a bit not fucking me but not pulling out either. "Mmmmm you're hot" he moaned in my ear "you like that in there?" "Ohhh God FUCK YES!" I moaned rocking my ass on his shaft a bit. "You want me to fuck you don't you?" he asked, grunting "You want me to shoot that hot load deep inside you?" Every fiber of my being wanted to reply with a firm 'No' but, lust had taken over. All of my poz fantasies were coming true and reality no longer mattered. "Yes please fuck me" I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me. "What was that, boy?" he asked, as his cock slid about half way out then back in deep against my prostrate. "YES, FUCK ME" I cried out and he unleashed his monster cock on my neg ass. Holding me tight he began fucking deeply and I knew his brutal thrusts were doing more than stretching my hole. They were tearing me open creating a path for the bug into my system. There was going to be no escaping it. I lost myself in the lust of it all begging him to fuck me fully yielding my body and my being to him. He was atop me having mounted me so he could fuck his shaft in deeper and harder and he began to whisper in my ear. "You want that poz load don't you boy? Want that neg hole of yours converted don't you?" Totally lost in the moment I responded "Yeah man give it to me poz my fucking hole - ohh fuck ohh fuck." I sensed his rhythm change his cock swelling even more inside me. "Here it comes, man" he moaned in my ear. "POZ ME man GIVE IT TO ME" I cried out as he exploded inside me, filling my hole with his poz cum. The excitement resulted in a no-hands explosion, in what was arguably the strongest orgasm of my life. After we were both spent. I lay there, his cock inside my ass, as I contemplated what I'd just done. I was thinking about dashing off to the bathroom in the vain hope of washing his poison cum from my hole, but he showed me his thick cock tinged with my blood and I knew it was useless, so instead of retreating, I wallowed in his arms. Before long his cock stiffened again and found its way back to my hole. As he fucked another load into my hole, I remember feeling dirty and ashamed I had allowed him to make me into a poz cum dump, but at the same time I loved every minute of the experience. Sure enough it took and a month or so later I came down with the fuck flu. I was another notch on his belt but more to my interest, under his tutelage I became a full blown cum dump pussy boy taking all comers.

A locked pig in HEAT 🐷 ... and so high he'll let you do anything you want; even rip him a brand new cunT! *Lose the gloves, and FFist that whore RAW* 🔐👊🌹

When my cock slides into a warm man hole I know I was born to top and breed men. I need it, I crave it. When my balls are empty I’m satisfied for a bit till my balls fill up again and I need to go deep in a man hole once again. I am always on the lookout for other insatiable men that crave cock as much as I crave and need ass

Cross dresser fucking tonight, hot little arse and hole, looking for others to do the hole also...

Part II: My Initiation Before I met Bill, I had only bottomed twice. The first time was the first time I had ever had sex, when I met another teenage guy online and he came over and really wanted to play with my ass. He had already been turned out by an older guy he met online, so he knew everything to help me get ready, but it was still a very painful experience. I still remember his cheshire grin above me as he slid his dick into my hole. He was slow but he still fucked the cum right out of me, but shot over my chest and wore a condom. I was sore for a few days after and I was not looking to do it again. The second time was the really bad experience, about a year later. I had been horny and messaging guys on the apps while my parents were out of town and had left me one of their cars. The guy made it seem like he was in his 30s and he lived alone in the country about an hour away. I had a beer and got a little buzzed, and took him up on an offer to have sex. My cell phone wasn’t working when I got close to his place and I couldn’t really find it on the GPS. After I drove back to the exit and got reception he agreed to meet me at the park and ride, and waited there, alone and horny, for about a half hour. I smoked a little pot while I waited. When he finally got there, he looked different from his pictures. He was much older than mid 30s and bulky, with a full beard and mustache and he was dressed in tight jeans and a red and black flannel shirt with a baseball cap hiding what looked like wild black hair. His flannel shirt was open with a wifebeater underneath, and mounds of black chest fur sticking out. I always thought of myself as more attracted to lean and smooth guys around my age, but something about him made my cock twitch. He told me he would give me a lift back to his place and take me back when we were done. I was a little high and my spidey sense wasn’t working so I didn’t see any problem with this. He put his arm gently against my lower back, right above my ass, and pressed me towards the car. “Why don’t you ride in the back seat,” he said, opening the door for me. “More comfy back there.” Once I got in and he had closed the door I realized that it was an old police car, complete with a caged partition between the back seat and front seat. Next to me was a blindfold. “Why don’t you put that on?” The man who called himself Bruce said. “Always been a fantasy of mine.” Not seeing any harm, I complied, and wrapped the blindfold around my head. He started driving off, and after a minute or so of silence my high went kind of paranoid and I started to think about being in this stranger’s car. The possible dangers... Then he broke the silence. “So you like pretty much everything?” He and I had talked about a few things. Mostly kissing and oral. We never discussed fucking, but I put versatile and “into everything vanilla” in my profile. “Yeah,” I said weakly. “I haven’t been with that many guys though.” “You seem like a natural, hopping into my car like that,” he chuckled. “Seem pretty eager, I’d say.” I blushed a little bit and hoped the blindfold hid it. “Well I liked your pictures....” “Yeah. I don’t have many new ones, sorry kid. A lot of young faggots like you won’t give guys like me the time of day. Usually a different story once I’ve got you speared on my dick.” His words cut into me. I had never been called a faggot before, and he was admitting he catfished young guys. Stupid and scared, I went along with it. “Well uh, I like your photos. And I like you in person a lot too.” “Well you haven’t seen the best part baby.” He paused. “You haven’t seen the cock that is gonna open you up like a Christmas present.” I was silent for a beat. “I’m um, not that into anal.” Back then this wasn’t a lie. I associated anal sex with pain from that first time and something about it just felt degrading. The way that first guy had held my hips and smacked my ass. Like he owned me. “That’s ok sweetheart. I am into it enough for the both of us. You don’t have to do anyting but lie back and look pretty.” I was too nervous to respond. The car stopped and instinctually I reached around grasping for the handle and pulled, and nothing happened. I started shaking. “Well uh...” I was stammering. “I’m not sure I am ready for that today but you know some other time...” There was another pause of silence. I was still blindfolded, now trapped in the back of this stranger’s car. “So listen up boy, and I am only going to go through this once: I am going to fuck you when I take you into that house ok?” He waited for me to say something. “Uh, I just don’t think...” “Wrong answer boy. What’s the right answer?” I gulped. “I guess we can try.” “What? And where are your manners? I’m old enough to be your daddy.” Another pause. I was starting to sweat a little now. But I was horny, probably from being high. “Yes, sir.” “Good. Now I don’t want you to do anything crazy. I am gonna open that door and take you into the house, you got that?” I hestitated and after a beat he coughed. “Yes, sir.” “Then I am going to take off that blindfold and you are going to take a bath. You got that?” “Yes, sir.” “Then you are going to follow my instructions and then I am going to take you back to your car. You got that?” I nodded weakly. “Yes, sir,” I whispered. “Can’t hear you bitch.” “YES SIR!” I yelled suddenly, embarrassed. “Good.” I heard the driver’s door open and his scuffling along the ground until my door was open and he yanked me up out of my seat. He smacked my ass and used his hands to direct me into his house and through a few doors once we were inside. I was still dazed and confused by the whole experience. I trembled as we stopped walking and I heard him turn on running water. “I’m gonna introduce you to my cock now boy. I want you to feel it first.” He grabbed my right wrist and moved my hand over his cock, which was bulging through his jeans. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “That’s all for you.” Then he pressed me down to the floor. I started to remove my blindfold but he slapped my hand and then my face. “Not yet. I want you to feel it with your mouth before you see it.” Once I was on my knees, he pressed the bulge against my cheek and pulled the zipper down. He was not wearing any underwear and his hard cock popped out, a solid six inches with a giant set of balls that he pressed into my mouth first. He smacked my face with his cock as he forced me to tongue his balls over and over, and I could feel his pubes getting wet from my tongue. “Lick the head.” I complied and darted my tongue out and slowly moved it over the top of his cock, picking up a small smudge of precum that stuck to my lips as I moved my tongue up and down the shaft, teasing his dick. I used my right hand to gently stroke him at the stem, and he responded in kind by using his hands to pull my head and mouth over his cock. Gently, but firmly asserting that he was in control. I could feel him snaking into my mouth and throat, and I choked a bit but it passed and then he pulled out and slapped my face with his cock, and took off the blindfold. It stared at me with that one angry eye, and I slowly moved my mouth back over it, sucking gently. I was pressing forward when he suddenly slapped me on the cheek, and I froze. “Just remember to watch those teeth bitch.” I had never been insulted during sex before. It made me think of that first time with Jason, when he turned me over onto my stomach and lifted me up until I was on all fours with my ass presented to him. He moved his throbbing teenage cock over the crack of my ass, letting me know he was in charge. When I yelped as he slammed inside me he just grunted and smacked my right ass cheek, signaling me to shut up. Bruce was different. He started giving me instructions right away. “Move your tongue back down to my balls, boy,” he said. “I want to see your whore’s mouth take those fuckers in.” This went on for about ten minutes or so, until the bathtub was finally full. He turned on the water jets and told me to strip. He led me into the tub and started scrubbing me as I was standing up then pressed me down into a position where my legs were spread open and he was still outside the tub, scrubbing me down and playing with my hole. “When was the last time your pussy was opened?” I winced at that. Both because he called my asshole a pussy, which felt degrading, and because he was pressing his finger into me. “I’ve only had anal sex once,” I said, trying to keep any talk about fucking me clinical and cold. I was still nervous about anal sex. “I don’t like it when you call it that,” I added. “Why? Are you ashamed of your pussy?” I pushed up a bit, making his finger leave my pulsing, twitching asshole. “No I just...I just don’t like that. It’s girly.” He grunted and laughed. “Well, you ashamed of taking it up the ass?” I was. I had always looked down on guys who got on all fours and took cock, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. “I prefer other things,” I said. “What makes it a pussy,” he continued, moving his finger back up against my hole, “is that it is destined to get bred.” He put a finger in, then another, twisting them until they broke past the pucker. He leaned down against my ear. “Did the man who took your cherry breed you?” I shook my head. “No, he used a rubber.” Bruce snarled, shaking his head. “That’s not a real cherry pop,” he said, pushing his digits in a little further. I moaned lightly. “What do you mean?” My head was swirling, and I was still, somehow, impossibly high. “Until you’ve been fucked raw and bred, your asshole won’t be a pussy.” He removed his fingers, and I found myself missing them. “Key difference between a pussyboy and a real man is the cunt,” Bruce explained. “A pussyboy is trained to serve real men with his mouth and a broke in boypussy.” I shivered. This was bringing me to tears, the idea of my ass all sloppy, a cum drenched pussy. I was a man. Not a pussy. “But I don’t think I want to bottom,” I whined. He laughed. “You don’t get to choose to have a pussy,” he explained. “You were born to do this. Lets clean this pussy out.” He took me into a shower in another room and used a faucet enema to clean me out and washing me down. Then he dried me up and handed me a jockstrap with thick pink strings and a black crotch. I slipped it on, letting it frame my hole for him. Bruce led me to a dark bedroom lit by candles and gently pressed me onto the bed on my stomach. He moved his hairy back against my smooth backside, keeping his cock firmly pointed at my hole. He reached for the bedside table and took a pinch of a pile of crystal powder and dipped his hand into some homemade lube and started pressing his fingers back into my hole. I moaned, spreading my legs a little for him. Suddenly it started to burn. “Ow, that hurts!” I yelped. “I think you need more lube...” He didn’t listen right away, twisting into me even while I burned. “If you don’t have a pussy, don’t act like one,” he snarled, pressing my thighs and pushing my knees behind my head. I was being put on display, my hole exposed to him. I had not planned on becoming a stranger’s bitch and tears started to well in my eyes, as I knew what was happening. I could feel his raw, precumming cock dripping against my hole. “Are...are you going to fuck me?” “Yes, bitch.” Bruce added another finger and I started to feel like I was opening up for him. I even reached and spread my cheeks for him, giving him more space to spear me. Inviting him into me. He took up the invite, pressing his angry cockhead against my pucker. I was in heat, high, my pucker dilating for him. “Wait...a condom...” I said. Bruce grunted, holding his cock against my asshole. “I’m not fucking you yet bitch. This is precum, for pre-fucking.” He jabbed the head in, smashing through the pucker into my hole. “It hurts!” I cried out. “Yes, it does baby.” Bruce nibbled at my ear, whispering into me. “The precum is lubing you up, and I’m going to add some spit, too.” He bit at my neck, pinching the skin and leaving a mark. I yelped, and turned to face away from him as his cock slid a bit away from my hole and he moved his mouth down my neck and across my stomach down over my clothed, limp boy cock. “Let me get you wet,” he said, pushing my legs up. “Hold these wide open for me.” “What...what are you doing?” I asked, my mind in a drug fugue. There had to be something...maybe in the Gatorade he had given me. I was on fire inside, I wanted to offer my holes to him. Let him use them. He grabbed a poppers bottle and had me inhale. “Gotta open you up a little more,” he said, licking around my hole, snapping the pink strings of my jockstrap. I held my legs open, and watched as his mouth disappeared into my hole. Before he pressed his lips against the pucker, he whispered up at me: “Good girl.” I froze hearing this. Pussyboy. Girl. I felt humiliated in this position, letting an older man put his fingers and tongue into my ass and treat me like I was his bitch. He licked circles around my hole, then started jabbing his tongue inside me. Then he moved back and spat forcefully in my hole, then jabbed the saliva inside me with his tongue again. I moaned in ecstasy. He started darting his tongue in and out of my hole, tongue fucking me and reminding me of the dick that had just been pressed inside. It made me want to feel the length of his cock, even made me think about taking his cum...it wouldn’t be so bad I thought...he just wanted to fuck me raw a little...most guys just wanted to get off. I could suck him off instead but I wanted that feeling. My hole wanted his tongue, his beard, his cock and fingers and to be slammed against the bed by his solid, masculine body. Dark man fur pressed against smooth boypussy. He was eating my hole when he pulled away and said, simply, “You have a beautiful pussy,” licking his lips. “You want daddy to open that pussy for you?” Lost in heat, I groaned “Yes daddy.” I was tossing my head back and forth, my legs shaking. He pressed his hands back on my thighs, now holding my legs open. My arms fell to my sides, but I quickly pressed them back up against his furry chest as he jammed the head of his cock into my hole. “You need to wear a condom!” I shrieked. My voice was still kind of high pitched for a boy back then, even though I was a teenager. He pulled his cock out, looking down at me with anger, leaving the tip just softly opening my pucker. “You sure you want me to wear a rubber?” I would love him raw, but I said “Yes,” because I knew that I would regret it later. He just kept staring down at me. Then he grinned and pressed his raw cock forward, ignoring what I told him, and pushed in. “No,” he said. I shook. Now I was really nervous, and not in control. This bull had spread and speared me, and now he was not willing to play safe. He wanted to breed me. “Please,” I said. “I’m too scared to bareback...” “Not my problem,” Bruce said, pressing his cock further in, using my thighs for leverage. I clutched his chest hair, which was matted with sweat from both of us. Some of his sweat was dripping over me as he slid his raw cock further and further inside me. “I just...are you clean?” I asked. He said nothing, just continued to press his body forward, moving his cock deeper into my ass. He stopped and grabbed some of the homemade lube, which burned again. He also had me use some poppers, and shoved the rest of his cock in. I started babbling. I was losing focus, everything around me getting blurry and overheated and hot and sweaty and sticky. The burning sensation was disappearing, but it had been replaced with a warm, pleasant sensation in my violated hole, one that was burning away my inhibitions. “I just...I just...” Tears streamed down my cheeks. “I want to be safe...” He thrust his cock in and out of my hole, pushing my knees back further down until they were almost touching the bed. He pulled out, then jabbed the entire length of his manhood back in me. I screamed and hollered and tears came out, but he did not seem to notice. Or care. It felt like I was being torn apart. “Please stop...slow down...my ass hurts!” I finally yelled at him. He slowed down and looked at me. “What hurts?” He asked. “My ass,” I cried out, my mind buzzing. “My ass is...” He slapped me across the face, and I looked up, my mouth hanging open in shock. Without warning his spat right inside my open mouth, then pushed his cock in and out of my hole for emphasis. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Why was he doing this to me? His pulsing cock moved in and out of my hole. He would pick up speed and then take it out altogether and shove it all the way back in. “Gotta open you up,” he whispered above me, as his dick turned my hole into a frothy mix of semen and saliva and ass juices, a mix of burning pain and sensory pleasure overload. As he thrust in and out, Bruce started talking to me in a sexy, deep and raspy voice. “Right now I am fucking your pussy, boy,” Bruce explained. “You’re becoming a pussyboy.” “No!” I screamed, crying. “I’m a guy, and I don’t want to-“ Another slap interrupted me. “I told you, pussyboys don’t have any choice, bitch. He laughed me as I trembled below him, my hands uselessly trying to stop his solid body from invading the hole he was turning into a pussy. My pussy. In and out, getting closer... “Don’t come in me!” I cried out. Bruce just kept fucking me. In and out. His raw cock spilling more and more precum. He couldn’t be that far off from flooding my insides. He slowed for a bit. “Tell you what, boy; first time, you get a choice.” “Don’t come in me!” I yelled. “That’s what I choose!” Bruce grinned at me, smiling down at me while my fingers moved through his chest hair. “Oh, I’m coming inside you bitch. Choice is pussy or mouth.” “Just not in my ass,” I said, crying. “Not in my ass-“ He slapped me again. “Not in your what?” “My ass-“ Another slap. “Your what?” He was sneering at me now. I was looking up at his mean, glaring face. I felt sick now, my face a mix of sweat and spit and tears and snot. I closed my eyes to stop the tears. “My pussy,” I said finally, giving in. He spat at me again, this one landing on my forehead. “Couldn’t hear you bitch.” “Please don’t come in my pussy!” I screamed. I was crying again now, looking away from him. He just started fucking me again, going in and out for another two minutes or so. He started to slow down. “Are you sure you don’t want this in your pussy boy?” I just nodded. “It’s already real wet and hot down in there,” he said. “Let me swallow you!” I begged him, and he withdrew and slapped my face again as he pulled out of me, and crawled up my body and stroked his cock in front of my face a few times before shoving it in my mouth. A bitter shot of cum flooded into my throat and mouth and I choked on it a bit before he finally took out his limp dick and smashed it across my face. Then he slapped my cheeks again. “Good girl,” he whispered. “You’re halfway there." He forced me to keep the jockstrap and kept my own underwear as a souvenir, smelling it when I asked for it back. “It’s going to remind me of your snatch,” he said, grinning back at me. “For when I get another shot at turning it into a real pussy.” He smacked my ass again for emphasis as I put on my pants. As we drove back I was quiet. But he started dirty talk, and before I knew it he was threatening me again. “What do you think your friends and family would think if they saw your pussy getting fed my cock?” he asked, as we neared the park and ride where I had left my car. I didn’t say anything. “I think that they wouldn’t want anything to do with a pussyboy,” he said. “They could never look at you the same when they saw your pussy being opened up by a man old enough to be your daddy.” He grinned at me from the ear view mirror as he pulled beside my car. He got his phone out and pressed play on a video for me. I looked down, my eyes widening in horror: Hidden camera footage. “You can’t show this to anyone!” I whined at him. “It would ruin me!” I hadn’t even told my parents I liked guys. He smiled back at me. “Your secret is safe with me, if you do what I say.” He had me program my number in his phone. “Here’s the deal: I have a friend turning 50 next weekend, and I owe him a favor. He’s gotten me out of a trouble before. He likes boypussy.” Bruce grinned as he stroked my face. “He will love your pussy, that’s for sure. So you’re going to come to the club at the address I text you at, and I want you to bring a friend with you.” “A friend?” Bruce nodded. “I’m sure you have plenty of gay friends your age.” He texted me an address, a time and a photo of his friend: Bill. “What do you want me to do?” I asked, looking down. Bruce smiled. “He’ll be looking out for you, don’t worry.” Bruce leaned over and whispered in my ear: “Just make sure you and your friend are ready to offer those asses up. Don’t say no to anything, or this video gets emailed to all the wrong people.” By the time Bill’s birthday arrived, I had convinced Mikey to come with me. He was a young and lean guy like me, and he was also a top. He had been asking to fuck me for a while. Hinting at it really. So before I went out that weekend, I texted him saying that I was thinking we could go out and party together. He agreed right away, hoping that he would have a chance to fuck me later. Now we were both with Bill, Tom, Jerome and Steve. Tom was working Mikey’s hole with his tongue, and Bill was forcing his cock back in my mouth. Jerome and Steve were fumbling around with a bag, taking out some small items. I tried to look but Bill’s cock was my focus. I wanted this to get over with as quickly as possible. I needed to keep that video from being leaked... The next thing I knew, Jerome was standing next to Mikey, who looked like he was really spinning and out of it. “Hey girl,” he said to Mikey, who was groaning with pleasure. “We gotta take care of something.” I heard Mikey protest and saw Jerome feed him his cock, at the same time Steve’s cock replaced Bill’s while Bill moved down to my hole and started fiddling with it with his tongue. Steve smiled down at me. He was holding lipstick, some eyeliner and another pad of makeup. As he pressed his cock in my mouth and Bill started eating my hole, he applied the lipstick around my lips that were servicing him. “That’s a good girl,” he said, smiling at me. “Gotta look your best for all your daddies tonight.” In the corner of my eyes I could see the same thing was happening to Mikey, and Jerome had already finished with the lipstick. “That’s a good girl,” Steve repeated, moving on to the eyeliner. “Just keep swallowing that daddy dick.” I heard a loud smack, and then Jerome saying “Don’t you dare rub that off bitch.” Once the makeup was applied, the men stopped invading our holes and put us both on all fours, facing each other. We looked at each other’s faces, tears streaking our shitty makeup. We looked pathetic. Steve took a position behind me and started eating me out, while Jerome did the same to Mikey. And then I saw him. I had spent the night at the club wondering when he would show up, if he would, and now I knew why he had waited. In the corner, holding a camera with his left hand while stroking his cock with his right, sat Bruce. “Look at the camera, girls,” he said, sneering at both of us. We were out of it, so I just stared vacantly at him. “We’re shooting a movie. Want to know the title?” Mikey started crying again. I just stared. “It’s called “Daddy’s Pussyboys,” he said, smiling. “And you guys are going to be starring in it!” And with that he rose up and brought the camera closer to us. I felt the piercing sting of a raw cock entering me, and I could see from Mikey’s facial expression that Jerome had replaced his tongue with his cock. Our long night had finally started...

I have a very strong foot fetish so much so that I can’t pass a guy in flip flops in the warmer months without staring down to check out his feet. It’s practically debilitating. Here are mine.

Daniel sighed as the teens warm cockhead slowly slipped into his hole. Today had been a day of so many firsts for Ashers young body. The first taste of tina, the first warm fingers in his virgin hole, massaging generously against his prostate, teaching the young boys guts to thirst for a mans hard cock. Daniel milked the boys tool as he savoured the inches, fondly recalling Ashers own body as it reluctantly opened to him, how the teens tight ring spasmed on his drooling member as he fought back the inevitable until he finally relented, pumping the boy with his own hot load over and over. The feel of the boys sopping hole as it tugged and massaged the older mans cum soaked cock deep inside him. "ash" Daniel cooed as the boy lifted his head with a sigh. "feeling good buddy?" Daniel gripped the boys shoulders and began to slowly ride his cock. "yeah, oh yeah" Asher groaned as his once straight cock worked deep inside Daniels sticky cunt. "that a boy, feels good to be inside me doesnt it? just relax and enjoy it boy." Daniel picked up his pace and lifted to his feet, squatting over the sweating teens prick as he slid lewdly up and down. "look at it ash, watch it. watch your cock fuck me" Daniel grabbed the boy by the hair and guided his gaze toward the action. Daniel felt the boys member twitch in response to the sight as he continued driving the teens slick wet cock into him over and over. Daniel didnt want Asher to fuck when he was told, he wanted the boy to want to fuck, wrecklessly and with abandon. The first few steps were teaching Asher to think only with his cock. reaching back, Daniels fingers grazed the slick tight balls resting on his ass and smiled. "gonna cum ash? do you need to cum?" Daniel fingered the boys sack, rolling his hips and waiting patiently until it happened. With a long groan and a natural thrust, Asher drained his balls into daniel for the first time. "very good ash keep it up, let it come. that a boy." Daniel firmly gripped the teens shoulders, driving down to the base of his prick, riding the blissful teens balls dry. "there we go, youre a natural ash!" Daniel slid off the teen and scooped his finger into his slimy hole. placing it at the boys lips, without hesitation Asher licked the digit. "my turn now ash. We need to keep practicing." Daniel muttered, as he produced a glass pipe and lighter from the desk and took a long hit, exhaling the cloud onto the boy as Asher snickered. "here we go now, in your mouth" Daniel tucked the pipe into Ashers pouty lips. "nice deep breath now ash, take it all in and hold it for me." The glassy eyed teen did just as he was told, over and over Daniel watched as the boy spun higher and higher and his body began to respond. soon Asher slowly pumped his soft cock in his fist with one hand, and sucked at the pipe with the other for what seemed like an eternity on the couch as Daniel stood over him filming. "here ash, play with the hole" Daniel lifted the boys fingertips to his drooling puffy ring and smiled as he instinctively plunged his sticky digits inside with a groan as Daniel set the camera down to focus on the thirsty boys sloppy ass. "time to let me inside again ash. just relax for me" Daniel lifted the boys legs atop his shoulders and pointed his hot purple cockhead against the boys ass, sliding in with one long stroke. Daniel bounced off the boys firm cheeks for almost forty minutes, fucking a load out of the kids semihard cock just before planting his own warm seed in the boy once again. Daniel pulled from the tight sucking ring once again to film Ashers gaping bud as it drooled a fresh hot load. The two took turns at the pipe, lazily fondling eachother as Daniel flipped through previous clients footage, exposing the boys mind to more and more as he watched the teens cock slowly rise until he was fisting the entire length again. "feels real good to jack it doesnt it ash?" the boy just nodded as Daniel turned to kneel over the couch, exposing his winking pink pussy to the boys hungry gaze. "Its time to fuck, ash" Daniel looked over his shoulder at the teen as he reached forward to now guide his dribbling tool into the mans hole on his own. "that a boy" Daniel moaned as Ash began thrusting his bare prick in and out. "use your hips ash, nice long strokes" Daniel gave pointers on the young mans form as he continued training the boys cock to cum deep, and cum bare. Finally Daniel felt the familiar urgency of a teens orgasm and reached back to hold him in place as Ash pumped a thick hot load once again deep into Daniel. "good job ash, remember when you fuck you need to push deep as you can. really breed the hole." Daniel felt the boy slowly slide out of him and roll back on the couch, as he picked up a camera to complete the final few minutes documenting the boys milky cum streaked cock.

Daniel finished neatly stacking the towels atop the wicker table, lining and centering them as he had done so many times before. A tall, slender gentleman with a trimmed beard and a smile, he had started his little massasge therapy studio eight years ago with great success. His original clientele were mostly women, however as time passed word of mouth began to crown him the best masseuse in town, having easily secured three or four yearly awards from the local dog trainer's write-in "best of" contest. Todays appointments were light for a Friday, and predictably just as he had finished putting up the last of the linens a walk-in customer appeared. "Are you open?" chimed a younger man from the lobby. "sure are!" Daniel smiled, appearing from the hall, "We dont normally do walk-ins, but I just happen to have a room ready right now if you like. Im Daniel." "Andy" the young man sheepishly smiled. "nice to meet you. Did you see us in the paper?" Daniel walked the sandy blonde down the hall to a lightly perfumed and generously lit room. "oh, uh, no my wife goes here sometimes and ive got a sore shoulder from raking up the lawn this week." "That storm sure was pretty crazy right? Well dont worry, we'll have you feeling like a million bucks in no time." Daniel poured a small cup of iced tea and handed it to the clean cut lad as he gulped it down. "hot out today isnt it?" Daniel refilled his glass and set out a assortment of clean towels and oils as Andy nodded. "nothing relaxes like a nice glass of iced tea. I need to grab a few more things Andy, then we can get started. Go ahead and get those clothes off and hop up on the table." Daniel returned to see the young man face down on the table as instructed, with a small towel draped over his ass. pouring the warm oil into his hands, Daniel began working along the mans neck and shoulders first. "feels okay Andy?" Daniel smiled, as the young man sighed heavily. "thats right buddy just let all that stress go." Daniel worked the mans legs and lower back, and as he came to the towel draped over his ass, he paused. "Im gonna go ahead and do your hips now Andy," Meeeting no resistance, Daniel slid the towel off and admired the young mans tight cheeks. "legs apart a little buddy?" Andy mumbled, wiggling his ankle as Daniel smiled. "Must be all that hot weather today Andy. Here, let me help" Daniel lifted the boys legs and parted them gently. Daniel had never been content with the meager wage of a masseuse. Cinematographer however fetched a much more reasonable sum, and Daniels videos were highly sought after. As he slid the camera out from an adjacent drawer he set it to record, and gently set it between the boys legs, he began removing his clothes as well. Daniel had made his living as a masseuse, however he paid his bills by artfully deflowering straight men. "feels pretty good huh? most guys never think about their hips but there are a ton of muscles down here" Daniel worked the intoxicated boys glutes, making sure to expose the winking hole wide for his audience. The few blond curls along the boys tight ass gave way to a pretty pink hole, one that Daniel was eager to open. "how're we doing Andy" Daniel asked this almost rhetorically as the boy mumbled an incoherent slur of drugged words "Thats what i like to hear buddy.." Daniel smeared a generous glob of thick white lubricant on his index and middle finger and frosted the tight hole liberally. Reaching to the rack of towels, he opened a small box to produce a moist blue rag drenched in poppers. "nice deep breath now Andy." the boy obeyed, groaning and huffing as instructed. "nice and relaxing isnt it Andy? makes you feel good from head to toe." Once the boys breathing became heavier, he returned to the lube covered little hole and began gently massaging. The trick, Daniel had found over the years, was to use the poppers first to distract from the slow burn of the tina in the lube. Daniel worked patiently, massaging more viscous white grease into the hole until his ring swelled and began to glisten. "very good Andy" Daniel remarked, holding the boys cheeks apart for the camera and watching in anticipation as a clear drop of the boys own juice trickled out. With enough tina and time, he had reduced Andys once puritan asshole to a thirsty pink pussy that drooled in anticipation of something it had never known. "here we go Andy. Next parts nice and easy. Im going to hop up here so I can get some more leverage and really work those knots out" Daniel straddled the boy and began rubbing his shoulders oncemore, his dripping cock coming to rest gently between the radiating heat of the boys virgin hole. replacing the camera, he worked a light bit of the fiery lube into his piss slit and clenched his teeth, savouring the raw intensity before returning his hands to the boys hips and smearing the head of his cock along the crack of Andys ass. leaning foward, he grasped the popper drenched rag and laid atop the boy. "breathe now andy, thats it" Daniel instructed, as he came to rest atop the boys back as it gently rose and fell, his lungs filling with the pungent drug. Once he was satisfied with the state of the boy, Daniel lifted himself. Camera in one hand, cock in the other, he pushed the bulbous purple head of his uncut cock against the boys virgin opening. Daniel knew that if he took his time, that if everything were done correctly, he could ease into any mans hole no matter how tight. Andy was no different, as the once virgin boys hole opened, hot and wet around Daniels cockhead. He paused an focused the camera, capturing the involuntary flexing of his own thick prick as it instinctively began pumping precum into the hole. Daniel groaned, waving his arm for a moment before Daniel gently returned it to his side. "ssshh, almost there buddy. This muscles just so tight" Daniel effortlessly slid another few inches into the drugged virgins guts and was rewarded with a louder groan from both Daniel and Andy. Daniel slid out, then back in, feeding the rest of his bloated tool into the now welcoming hole. "there we are Andy. It took a little bit of patience but see how much better it feels when we stretch this muscle out?" Andy continued moaning as doug worked himsefl deep into the boys raw hole, pausing only occasionally to draw his fat cock completely out and admire the boys guts through his gaped ass. Daniel fucked the boy for nearly an hour, working a thick slime between the two as all the while the camera rolled. "time to finish up now Andy..." Daniel panted, as he drove deep and grunted, struggling to hold the camera as his cock kicked away inside the boy, blasting him full of Daniels cum.

That is now FOUR consecutive days waking up to a full on thick throbbing erection - Who said natural medicine couldn't be fun 🍆

Is something wrong with me as I’m getting fuck by a good size dick the Top says. Not only does your hole looks like a woman’s cunt it fucks The same way.

Chatted with a hairy fella on SCRUFF. He invited me over so he and his hubby could breed me. Went over, got naked and they immediately started to kiss me all over. Eventually got on my knees and went to work on their cocks. Both uncut. One of them got behind me and started to work my hole while I was sucking on his partner's cock. His partner held poppers under my nose while the other started to enter me with his dick. No lube just spit. Eventually they switched off. I rode the partner now while the other slid his dick back in my mouth. The partner loaded me pretty quick and I didn't waste time to clean his dick off and let the other breed me afterwards. All in all was the whole thing ended in about 20 minutes. I didn't mind as I had dinner plans. Was a great appetizer 😛

Correct. There are several companies which DO offer life insurance (both term or whole) to HIV-positive individuals, but there are a number of "catches". First, the cost is going to be higher than for someone who is HIV-negative. How much higher depends on the company. Second, there are several other things which (depending on the company) might exclude you from getting coverage. For instance, if you've had hepatitis, you could be out of luck. If you've had any AIDS-defining illness (ie Kaposi sarcoma, pneumocystis pneumonia, wasting syndrome, cytomegalovirus disease, etc.) then you're almost certainly out luck, Another big no-no is intravenous drug use - that's essentially a guaranteed NO. Third, they'll order their own HIV tests and other bloodwork (drug screens, etc.) and no doubt will require submission of your medical records. They're likely to require two or more years of being undetectable on a regular basis, be under an HIV specialist's care, and be no older than a given age (say, 60). The age limit is so that they can get enough years of premiums out of you before you're expected to kick off and still make some money on your payments. I'd imagine some states have more companies competing in this space than other states - several in California, for instance, not so many in Wyoming.

On another site recently, I pulled up a profile of someone in a city I'm planning to visit, post-Covid. It contained this gem: "Hey people! Dunno who needs to hear this, but it's 2014 now and everyone has a camera in your phone, so don't tell me you don't have a recent picture!" He listed his age as 58. But given his spotty updating, that could mean he's 58 or 65. Or older if he added the pics note sometime after originally posting his age.

Very hot couple of chapters! I'm excited to see Chris taking more poz loads from more guys. Hopefully his chase is busy and rewarding

Jesus Christ 😍

boy needs to get put to use!

It took many years for me to understand myself sexually. I knew my skills in business sport and being social but had no idea sexually. I had no gay man in my life. So i took to straight as just a reflex. But knew i was not satisfied or satisfying my partners. Over time thru media porn and moving to a large city. Discovered the gay world. But then how the world was unaccepting of it. So i found out there were a few hurdles discovering it and then being open. Then am i a top ver bottom or a faggot bottom. Well i tried them all. From top down. When i arrived at a faggot bottom i simply realized this was me. It fitted like a old glove . Its not what i would choose. But it is chemically who i am. I have never been happier in life then being a true faggot with loads in from true top men.

Two weeks later Chris and Barry awoke to a very hot and sweaty Jason between them in bed. They gave each other a knowing look. They didn't need a clinic or blood test to know what was making Jason so sick. They had both nursed buddies through the fuck flu. After changing the bed, sponging Jason down and getting him back to sleep they moved to the kitchen on the far side of the house. Barry attacked Chris spitting his words; "You fucking liar. You lied, you said you were negative. How could you be such a fuckin ass hole?" "Calm down . Calm down old man. I didn't lie. I am negative." "Sure... for your last test. You could have been infected by any one of the many strangers you've had up your shitter shoot since then. And don't try to lie to me again, I know there have been at least a dozen. " Chris smiled; "Yes you are right, there have been many. It's closer to two dozen deposits in this sweet ass of mine. But, you are wrong about any chance of them pozing me. ... I'm on Prep. Go check the medicine cabinet. You'll see my pill bottle and if you check the pharmacy label you'll see I've been on it for a year and a half. I didn't poz Jason. And if I believe the story you two tell this is either an immaculate infection or it's your cock pops that's shooting the poison darts. " "You slut!" bellowed Barry. "Thanks for the compliment." "You're being awfully flippant about this Chris." "It's treatable pops. In fact the thought of taking Jason's high viral cum to test the viability of my Prep makes me very horny indeed." Within a millisecond Chris was on his knees sucking Barry's spigot. He swirled and swallowed down every drop of Barry's potentially toxic cum. "Delicious!" When Jason was well enough Chris suggested all three go together for testing. He had already sampled a half dozen of Jason's newly poz loads deep in his ass. It was suggested they stop in separately to get their results. They opted to all go in together. They were extra pleased when they entered the inner office. The clinic nurse that day was a very muscular 30 year old with a chiseled face and GQ model clothing, hair and beard. Chris's file was on top and sure enough his Prep was doing it's job. As he fully expected his test came back negative. No one was surprised that Jason's results came back positive with an extremely high viral load. Barry grabbed Jason's hand as they gave each other a reassuring look. Barry was shocked that his results also came back positive. The difference was his viral load was only a little above detectable. He shared his cruising area park encounter from decades before but said he had never gotten sick. He had never thought he needed testing. Those were the only loads he had ever taken. He didn't even let guys cum in his mouth over the years. He was incredulous. The nurse reassured him that his case was very rare. A small percentage of the population could become infected but not have the virus replicate very much for some strange reason. It happened so rarely there was little research to draw on. Just enough virus would stay in the host that their chances of infecting someone else were very low. The fact that Jason had been impregnated with so many of Barry's poz loads had upped his chances of infection. Barry was crestfallen as the reality settled in that he had unwittingly infected his lover. He bent over taking his head in his hands and began to cry. Jason knelt in front of him and attempted to kiss away his tears. While this was happening Chris exchanged a knowing glance with their hunky nurse. They knew just the medicine this moment called for. Chris got up and locked the office as the nurse got up from his desk and started removing his clothing. When Chris and the nurse were fully naked they gently interrupted the two lovers. They proceeded to bend over the desk and presented their asses. When Jason protested their offer Chris assured him not to worry. They were both on Prep. They were safe from both Jason and Barry's toxic cum. The nurse laughed and said, "Actually I'm not on Prep. I'm chasing. I love this job. I eventually take a high viral load from every guy I inform they have converted to poz. It's always later, not in the office, but what the fuck. Why not? Come on Jason, don't deprive me of your beautiful poison. Give me everything you've got. " Barry said, "You guys are fucking crazy!" "Crazy for a fuck" responded Chris. "Come on old man. Show this hunky nurse your stunning neanderthal body. Get that raw poz dick of your's up my ass. You know how much I love toxic loads planted in me deep. " While quickly slipping out of his clothes Jason took time to kiss Chris before mounting the nurse from behind. He had to encourage Barry to get naked and impail Chris with his poz cock. Soon the two tops were kissing as the two bottoms also made out. It didn't take Jason long to realize he was teetering on the edge. "I'm close, are you sure you don't want me to pull out. " "No fucking way man! Fuckin breed me with your radioactive load. Knock me up ... poz my negative ass man!" Before the nurse was finished speaking Jason was holding still buried as deep as he could get ejaculating copious amounts of his coveted DNA. "Fuck yeah! Thanks man! That's my fourth toxic load in two days. Hopefully I'll be calling in sick with the fuck flu soon. " Barry was not having as much luck getting off in Chris's ass so the nurse got down and licked Barry's hairy balls. When this didn't have the desired effect he leaned back over his desk told Barry how much he loved the feel of a hairy body bent over his back. Barry switched holes and was quickly pounding away. Jason got down and ate out Barry's hole prompting Barry to demand, "Yeah bitch, give me your death stick, breed my hairy ass." Jason needed no more encouragement and Chris's naked cock was in Jason's ass before Jason was able to meet Barry's demand. The beautiful fuck train was in full motion. Chris was the first to unload triggering a rapid group orgasm, back to front." With two fresh poz loads up his ass and his load splattered across his paperwork the nurse told the others, "Get dressed. I've got work to do. Schedule an appointment on your way out for next week. We'll discuss treatment options then if you want. And if I'm still not poz you two can do a repeat performance in my willing ass. Deal?" Jason and Barry eagerly agreed as they hurriedly located their clothes and pulled them on.

Hi everyone, quick update. I'm still writing the next few parts but it won't be out for a while. Earlier this month, I lost my best friend to depression. He had struggled for a while and it finally took him. It's a difficult time for me to process all of this and come to terms with it. Even more so when the story I am writing involves a deadly disease. Just wanted to say that if you're someone who is struggling too, you can leave me a message to talk about it. I am not a therapist but I have been told I'm a good listener. Thanks for understanding and being an awesome community.

5 "no's". Sums up why I went from mainly straight to mainly m2m 😉

Part 4 My balls were aching for release. I thought going to the bathroom and jerked off in a stall. Mr. Magoo was adamant: “I shall not cum unless he told me to” otherwise it would ruin his plan. He wanted me horny and responsive to any sexual triggers that I might face. He threatened me to find the smallest cock cage he could and crammed my cock in it and then whip my balls until they crawled back where they came from. I never saw this dark side of Mr. Magoo before. He almost scared me. May be I should. It turns out that Mr. Magoo was indeed a devilishly dark-depraved unbashful man with a deadly plan. He wanted to stealth Mickey and his friend. He wanted to poz them. “See, these two arrogant pricks never let us – the senior ones – touch or caress them, even less suck on their nice cocks and balls. No, they are too good for us. They call us poz trolls.” I had nothing to reply. It was in Mickey’s nature to disdain anyone. I had no doubt that Mr. Magoo was not up to Mickey’s standard. But to stealth him and his friend seems to me a little drastic. “They come here often, teasing us with their neg asses. You must know its hard on our moral. We know we aren’t young anymore, but we still have needs, even if we are poz. You know what I mean?” His hand reached my crotch and squeezed it. I nodded. "I might look like it, but I am not mean or revengeful. I just want respect and some relief from time to time for me and all older guys" he said sadly. “Then they spot their victim, always a young guy ready to be fuck, always a negative one, they make sure of it. Then they convinced the guy to bottom bareback. After all, there is no risk. They all are negs! And they fuck. After breeding their victim, they admit that they lied, that in fact they were poz – which is the real lie – and have unloaded toxic cum in his neg ass.” “Wow, unbelievable” “That’s not all…” “There is more?” “Then they talked the guy into how he is free now to fuck who he wants when he wants, that he enjoyed going bareback and receiving warm-poisoned load in his tight ass. That it should embraced this new freedom and let man, any man, to enjoy the best thing in the world, his ass. Then the first stranger to fuck him is obviously a high-viral poz man to ruin once and for all the neg hole.” “Unbelievable” I repeated myself. “And this is where you come into play” “Hun?” “You will be the bottom. Since they only play with same-age guys, you are my perfect weapon” “No, no way…” “Let me finish” he abruptly said “You will bottom for him under the sole condition that you can fuck him or both of them after he fucks you, and before any poz guy steps in. And you will fuck him without condom” “But how are you going to poz him? He will never let you approach even at a pole distance…” “We will use the same deception as they do.” “Hun?” “My gawd, you’re slow. After, dumping your load in his fresh neg ass. You will admit that you lied, that you are “really” poz and the reason why you are at the bathhouse, to find someone, anyone to fuck. Of course, it is a lie and you will have to play your role and convince him that, in fact, that’s what he always deeply wanted, and now he is free, like you.” “Unreal…” “And then, here I come… and a bunch of friends after me” “He will never agree to it” “That’s your job to make him accept his fate” Mr. Magoo was not straddling me, his poz cock resting under my chin, always in its semi-hard state and a wet tip. “Then why have you forbidden me to cum earlier? I can easily go two or three times” “If I let you cum, you won’t be horny enough to let a guy fuck you bareback”, he had taken is now hard (an amazing) cock and was face-slapping me with it, punctuating each syllable, “and… you… will… chick…en… out… and… you… will… let… me… down…” At one point, I had closed my eyes and sealed my lips tight. His cock was now resting just under my nose, my cheeks were wet of precum or discharge, maybe droplet of piss? A pungent smell was assaulting me. “Look at me” he ordered me I slowly open my eyes and Magoo was leaning over scrutinizing me. “You will not let me down, are you?” I shook my head “Say it out loud” “I won’t” Before I was able to close my mouth, Mr. Magoo slipped the head of is cock between my lips. “Because if you do, I will rape you myself and let any strangers fuck you senseless and do what ever they want with you. Understood?” “Yes” “Good. Now suck me a little. I am horny again”

Part 3 “I think I’ll go to the pool then warm up in the dry sauna” I said. It took us over an hour and half to do the bathhouse tour, and the place wasn’t huge. Magoo knew a lot of the guys there, greeting each of them and introducing me as his grandson Max… “Call me grandpa” he told me as we started the tour. So, 15 to 20 guys later and four blowjobs he gave, we were back to the room. Luckily, we haven’t seen Mickey and his friend. “You sure? I am going back to the theater for a second service” he stated. He had a semi and was nonchalantly playing with his foreskin, pulling it back over the large cockhead covered in poz precum. He was already on his way when I heard: “Have fun!”. I was tempted to stay in the room. It was only 5 pm, and another 12 hours before we would go back home. I was not able to see myself stuck in the room for so long, so the better got to me and decided to follow my plan and head to the pool. As I closed the door, I noticed a plastic bag next to Magoo’s shoes. I’m not indiscreet by nature, but I was intrigued. A couple of half-full sticky bottles. Lube. A small-to-medium pink butt plug. The plastic object had lost his shine and hasn’t been cleaned properly. It didn’t look new. A dozen of unlabeled brown bottles with yellow or orange-colored caps. Two black ones with a red-dot sticker on it. Poppers, I thought. Most of them look full, no seal. Still in the room, I made sure the door was locked, there was no risk for me to be curious and try one. Whooaa! As I pulled back the yellow bottle. The chemical smell when right through my nose to my brain. I probably sniffed to hard. Lets try again. I took another hit, and it was better. I felt strange, not exactly euphoric, more like in a carnal-envy state, like when I am at home after edging for hours. It made me hornier. I closed the bottle and took the orange one. Fuck!!! The smell was stronger, and I immediately got dizzy. I was grinding my ass back and forth on the small thin mattress. Suddenly, the butt plug was appealing. Hmmmm… I wondered how it would feel. It was definitely larger than any of the few guy who fucked me and my fingers, but with lube and patience I should be able to take it. I am sure that “grandpa” would be smiling at me right now as I my ass ring started to give way at the lubed plug. More lube, I needed more lube. I poured a generous amount of the sticky gooey lube – thicker than mine when I jerked off – in my ass and start working the plug in my butt. My asslips were immediately on fire! I almost regretted to have pushed my fingers deep in my ass. My hole was working overtime and swallowed the plug. Finally, I got it in! I look at my watch, 6h15! It took me over an hour to push the toy in my ass! I was sweating like a pig, clearly exhausted. I fumbled in the plastic bag for poppers with my left hand while I was masturbating with the other one, applying pressure on the butt plug by rocking on the bed. Holy fuck!!! the poppers sent me to another level, I took another hit, maybe two. Honestly, I lost count. I put back the black cap on, heavily breathing before passing out. I was still in the room, naked, Magoo was slowly nursing my cock in his mouth and scarcely moving the plug against my prostate. Every 5-6 strokes, my cock would spit blobs of precum on warm tongue swirling lasciviously around my head. “Oh Oh boy. Your awake now” letting my cock go and standing up. “I guess I fell asleep” “You had fun at the pool?” “The pool?... The pool!... I… I… never got there! I said sheepishly “Well that doesn’t matter, we still have time and I can see you had some fun.” “Oh, the plug! I didn’t mean to…” “Don’t worry. Actually, it was for you. A friend of mine gave it to me” “A friend of yours gave you a plug for me?” “Well, not exactly. He died last month from HIV complication. So I kept it. I don’t have the need for such toy, and I thought you might like to have one. I was going to give it to you, or rather put it in you sometime tonight…” “He died from complication?” “I am not sure what, but for sure he had advanced stage case of syphilis and raging gono that made his dick angry red and delicious to suck on... oh he had a lots of warts. He used to keep a count of them." "Huhn?" "His last count he told me was 179.” “Fuck! Did you wash it since?” “Nah, didn’t have the time and what for? I am not the one using it, is it? I was speechless. “Now lets go, I need to show you our target. Keep the plug in” Magoo was dragging me frankly in the corridor toward the sling section. Mickey was long-dicking his friend cuffed in the sling and blindfolded, bareback of course. A nipple-play was performed by a daddy, mid-forty, in a leather harness. Four other men, closer to grandpa’s age, were aside chatting about covid, almost ignoring the two young men. “There they are.” said Magoo in a low-conspiracy voice, nudging me firmly in the ribs “Who” I replied “The guy in the sling and his friend fucking him” “Mickey?!” I whispered back. He must have heard me because Mickey turns his head and was broadly smiling at me. He gave me a wink and went back fucking his friend, with more force than before, eliciting high-pitched moaning from the bottom friend. “You know him?” Magoo said “Yeah” I responded without giving details, my eyes glued to the slender body of Mickey, rocking nicely back and forth. This wasn’t offensive, it was erotic, highly sensual. I wasn’t jealous, but almost wished it was me that Mickey was fucking. “Even more perfect” Magoo replied. “Lets go grab a drink and finalize the plan” The last view I had was Mickey’s ass tightening as he was working his load deep in his friend’s lucky hole.

My dick for whoring bottom sluts here, it likes working your inner ring for long time.

Merry Christmas! I am not a writer (finance majors), so I apologize if some of the writing is stunted and at times forced. This website is my first time writing and I will try to improve my writing over the course of the next few parts and subsequent other stories. Until then, I hope you enjoy and let me know if you like the story. Cheers. Part 5 Baxter Sloan 3 years ago One of the best feelings in the world to wake up to is getting your pecker sucked first thing in the morning. I had woken up to Sam nursing on my dick, and good boy that he was, he was happy to oblige when I grabbed his hair and pushed myself into his throat. He choked and gagged but he persevered. I had to make sure my dick was covered with enough throat slime before I asked Sam to climb on top and ride me like a good boy. He set his ass down on my cock and swallowed it slowly, before riding it in full throttle. I was enjoying the feeling of my cock in warm boy pussy when my phone rang. Without breaking the fun, I grabbed my phone and picked it up, while Sam kept riding me. "Sloan Plumbing, how can I help ya?" "Hi Baxter, right?" a deep voice asked from the other end. "Yeah, who's this?" "My name is Floyd Turnpike. I am the county chief, moved here a few weeks back." "Okay Mr Turnpike, what can I do for ya?" "I am having a party tonight with some of the men in town, just a simple meet and greet. I'd like for you to come." This was weird. Why was the police chief inviting me? I had heard about him, big ass fucker who'd made many of the women in town blush but hadn't seen him yet. Not one to turn down a party offer I accepted. "Good, I'll see you tonight Baxter." When I disconnected, Sam saw the look of surprise on my face. I told him who it was and he blushed on hearing the Chief's name. "Dad, he's so hot. I saw him outside the store a couple days back. Fuck dad, he's the biggest guy I have ever seen." With that picture in mind, I came in my son's asshole. --- When I made it to Chief's house that evening, there were a few cars parked outside. His house was in the outskirts of town and looked fancy. There was an electronic gate and the property was surrounded by a 9 feet tall wall. Clearly a man of wealth. After parking my car, I made my way inside. The second I stepped in, I felt more out of place than I had ever been. The people inside comprised of some of the most rich and powerful people in the county. The mayor, business owners, council members, cops- anyone with even a little power in the fucking county was there. It made my appearance there even more confusing. “There you are,” a deep baritone voice hollered at my direction before the Chief’s big frame landed in front of me. Sam was right, this guy was massive. The body of a man who had spent many an hour at the gym, he was big in all the places. A big brown beard covered his face, which alongside his bald head, made him look intimidating and sexy. His chest was huge, meaty and protruding with strength and muscle, his gut was round but strong. Below, his thighs were like tree trunks and despite his best effort, I could see the big bulge he was packing. “Thanks for inviting me uh, Chief”, I said not really sure of what to call him. “No problem, really wanted to meet ya. Heard a lot about you Bax,” he said with a slight smirk. The fact that he had heard about me was weird, the added smirk told me there was more to it than what was being implied. “Good things, I hope,” I replied to his (assumed) innuendo. “We’ll see,” he responded. He leaned over until his mouth was near my ear and whispered, “stay back when this is over, need to talk.” Saying so, he left and joined the crowd. For the next 2 hours, I roamed around the crowd trying to make small talk. I hate small talk so eventually, I went out to the deck and lit myself a smoke. The deck was empty and was a nice place to relax and let the scotch do its work. The sight of the chief plopped into my head, his massive hairy frame stoking the bottom in me. I consider myself a versatile top. While I have fucked my fair share of ass, I have rarely ever taken cock. Only thrice in my life have I bent over and let a guy dick me- my high school coach, my ex-wife’s uncle at our wedding and a big trucker at a highway rest stop. I had a type that I bottomed to- they had to be big in frame, hairy and most importantly, make my ass twitch. The Chief ticked all those boxes. He reminded me of a guy I followed on Twitter “PozL8rDad”, who claimed to be poz and a police officer. That guy had a massive dick with an ampallang, and I had blown many a load to his pictures. By now, I was completely zoned out and hadn’t realized just how late it was until I felt something touching my ass. I turned around and saw the Chief standing, a big cigar stuck in his mouth and a glass full of scotch. He was wearing a robe and standing right behind me. What I had assumed was his hand on my ass, turned out to be his hard cock poking through his robe! I looked at him, only to be met with a sly smile plastered on his face. Buzzed, I kept staring, unsure of what to do or say. He took a big drag of his cigar, let the smoke cook in his lungs for a few seconds before blowing it towards me. I took a deep breathe, taking in the rich, smoky smell of his gar, arousal shooting from my nose to my lungs and straight to my dick. “Suck” I didn’t hesitate. A mix of being buzzed and horny for this bear, I kneeled down and got to work. I started by sniffing his cock, enjoying the thick musky smell mixed with a little piss and cum. The foreskin stretching over his head was thick and I started by running my tongue over it. The taste of salty precum hit my tongue as I licked and kissed his cock through his foreskin. I slipped my tongue inside, to feel the head of the cock, only to feel something metallic and bumpy on the head. Upon pulling back the skin, I saw the sight of a beautiful ampallang on the head, coated in a slime of his precum. I licked the shaft, before taking it in my mouth. I looked up at him, only to see him looking back with a smirk, like I was a conquest for him. His cock was thick and long. I am a big guy down there but his was huge. I could barely manage half of it in my mouth before choking. Not one to back down, I pushed myself to take more and succeeded in taking about 3/4th. By now, he had taken a seat on one of the chairs on the deck, while I was on my knees in front of him. After a few minutes of sucking, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me up for a kiss. We made out like horny teenagers, making a slobbering, sloppy mess as our tongues fought for dominance and spit flew to and fro from each other’s mouths. While we were making out, he had pulled my pants and briefs down, leaving me completely naked waist down with my pants around my ankles. His hands made their way to my hairy dad ass, grabbing, squeezing and kneading them. As our kiss got more aggressive, his hands edged closer to my asshole before I felt a finger circling the ring. He ran it around the hole, teasing me and relaxing me, for what we both knew was to come. I had assumed he was about to slip his finger inside, but instead, he pulled back from our kiss and told me to strip and bend over the chair. I pulled off my clothes fast, and got in position, my naked ass visible towards Chief. He got in position, slipping his cock between my ass cheeks and sliding it there. For the next minute, that’s all he did, just sliding it up and down. Occasionally, when the cock would slide over my hole, he would thrust just to work me over. And by now, I was in heat, needing that huge cock up my hole. “Fuck me already.” I knew not asking him to slip a finger first or rimming me would cause penetration to hurt but it was way worse than I had imagined. When he pushed inside, my insides would not open for him and the relative dryness of my ass was making things work. “Put some lube on man, it won’t slide in,” I said, clenching my teeth in pain. He leaned over, the head of his cock in my ass, until his mouth was next to my ear. “Is that so?” He pushed. Hard. In one go. My ass felt like it was being ripped apart and a scream escaped my mouth. But he acted first and put a hand over my mouth, muffling it. I struggled to get him off, but his grip was strong. Having pushed his monster 10inch dick up my ass in one go, he stayed still to let me adjust. He kissed the nape of my neck, ran his tongue over my earlobes, his fingers squeezed and played with my nipples- everything possible to get me in the mood. When the pain subsided, he slowly started to pull out. It still hurt but it was not as bad as when he was going in. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving the tip inside my ass. “Bingo,” was all he said, before he started pushing back in. I had no clue what he had meant by that, but the pain was back. It was dulling with every thrust, giving way to pleasure. My ass had been out of commission for years now, but I was remembering just how good it felt to get fucked by a nice thick cock. He was taking his time, letting me get used to his massive cock, sliding in and out slowly. A few minutes later, the pain had died down. By now, I was into it and was ready to be fucked. I pushed back against him, pushing him deeper. Taking the cue, he really started to fuck, going hard and deep. He wasn’t fucking hard, instead going for deep, hard thrusts and it was a lot more fun that way. The deck was filled with the sound of our grunts and moans, two middle-aged men fucking and rutting the way nature intended. “I have wanted that ass for a long time,” Chief said between thrusts. “Fuck Chief, you feel good.” “Yeah, I’ll bet. In a moment, you’re gonna fucking love my cock all the more.” “Yeah, why’s that?” He leaned in to whisper into my ear, “You’ve been after my cock for years now, doesn’t it feel good to have it up your ass.” What was this guy talking about? I had known him for a few hours. “Confused, Baxtor? You don’t recognize PozL8rDad from Twitter? You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” HOLY FUCK! This was the guy I had been following for years. Yeah he was hot as fuck but this was crazy. Now that he had mentioned it, I could see the resemblance. The beefy body, the hot thick cock, the hair- it was all adding up. But my momentary disbelief turned to fear as I remembered something else about him. He was poz. I was not. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he locked his arms around my waist and pulled me in, pushing himself further. “I saw your comments, your tweets, retweets. All that hot poz stuff you like. This is what you want, isn’t it?” I was conflicted. I had never admitted this to anyone but I had a huge poz fetish for decades. I never acted on it as this is a small town and I am a dad. But part of me had always wanted this, to be pozzed, diseased, free… “Let it happen Baxter, let it happen,” the Chief said quietly. “You have wanted this for so long, don’t deprive yourself of what you want. What you need.” Was I ready for this? To be poz, to live with a disease. It was wrong but at the same time, why did it feel so right? I could stop him right now and leave. That would be the smart thing to do. But I didn’t want to do the smart thing. I wanted to do what I had wanted for so long. And I could have it from the guy I had jerked off to. My lust overtook my rationality, and I eased up my hole. Taking that as his cue, Chief plunged fast and started rabbit fucking me. He was fucking me with purpose, and it showed in his thrusts. It was animalistic, brutal and fucking hot. “I am close Baxtor, tell me you want it.” “I want it Chief.” “Tell me what you want.” “I want your cum.” “You can do better.” “Fuck Chief, I want your poz cum. I need it.” “You want me to convert you? Make you my poz son? Be your poz dad” “Fuck yeah Chief, poz me up.” “Call me dad, son. Tell dad you want his poz cum.” “Give me your poz cum dad. Your son needs your poz cum.” The Chief thrusted one final time and with a loud grunt, I felt his body shake. He was cumming, shooting his hot, viral load up my hole. My prostate was on fire and the heat of his cum, made me jerk my dick off twice before I unloaded on the chair. When he was finally done, he kissed my neck and just stood there, his dick lodged in my ass. Both of us were grasping for breath, gaining our senses after the mind blowing fuck that had just happened. When he went soft and pulled out, he pushed his finger in immediately and fucked me for a few second, preventing the load from falling out. When he was done, he put on his robe and handed me my clothes. I wore them in silence while he lit up another cigar. When I was done dressing up, he kissed me and told me to drive safe. I was a little pissed but more than that, I felt dirty. I had taken his poz load, I had told him I was his poz son and he could not care less. Not one to fight, I started to head towards my car and go home. Before I could get in, he came over and hollered at me. I turned around, hiding the hurt in my face, to hear what he wanted to say. “You have a few days, maybe 3-4 days when you can get yourself treated. I have a highly toxic load so if you don’t want this to happen, you gotta act fast. If you change your mind and decide to embrace it, let me know. We have a lot to discuss.” “Discuss what?” “Your future Baxtor. This was only the first step. I have plans and it starts with you.” He came closer until there was a pencil’s distance between us. “I hope you embrace it, son.” Saying so, he kissed me before turning and walking back home, leaving me out in the cold night, confused, conflicted and horny, with an ass full of hot poz bear cum.

I hooked up in the handicap stall at the free clinic and got fucked by a couple. I zipped up, went back in to the waiting room, and my number was called. When it came time for my anal swab, I could feel the cum dripping out my hole. The guy doing the swab was gay, amd he just chuckled.

This is not a recent load, but it is not fiction either so decided to post here. This will be a series of encounter with this hung motherfucker that got hotter and hotter and had my fall off the wagon of being a good faithful BF I met Craig on a hook up site, I was loaning a tool to a friend doing renovation and after another errand but I am early so I am halfway across the city only myself and I got 30 minutes to kill. Out of routine I checked Squirt, just to see if there are different profiles that I don’t generally see from home because of the GPS nature of the app. I was not thinking of hooking up at that moment, I use Squirt mostly to read cocktails, jack off, and have sexy dirty chats. At that time I had not been using it to hook up for years. You see I had been in a mainly closed relationship for over five year with a great guy and I desired to remain faithful. Yet, the Sex was not what it used to be and I was somewhat frustrated about aspects of it. So within a moment, I have a pvt message from this profile that is ses than 1 km away with one photo of this beautiful huge uncut black cock, like at least 10 inch, thick veiny, it looks delicious. The profile says bi, 6’4”, 220, Tall handsome black that likes to be sucked. I never saw this profile before so I add him as a buddy so I can chat later when I am Jacking off. I get this very polite message complimenting my profile and start to make small talk, so I stay parked and exchange pleasantries until he asks if I want to suck his cock and I tell him how I would love to deep throat him but I can’t host (his profile has “his place” as where he meets so I think it’s a safe way out while keeping the line open). I unlock my pics to demonstrate my interest and that I am serious (I am not I am on my way to drop a hacksaw, but I want to jack off talking to this guy some other time). He answers he knows a place. I answer where? He names a building on the local university campus. I am familiar with the location as it is listed on Squirt as a cruising spot but I have never been there before. So I start coming up with excuses. But there is something about Craig that makes him irresistible, he is assertive, he calls my bull right on and tells me if I don’t show up he will block me. That turns me incredibly on for this guy right at that moment. So I reluctantly agree to meet him outside on campus, fully planning to bail. So I drive the two blocks and park somewhere on campus not close to the building (I know where the building is but I am still trying to bail without getting blocked) and message him back saying I am there but I don’t know the campus very well I am not sure where to go and that I am nervous because I just saw campus security. Then this guy waves from across the street and it’s this handsome huge man with a great smile. By some weird coincidence I parked across his car. I can’t really deny it’s me, I had told him what I drove earlier and shared face pics with him (and others). I am like fuck, how am I getting out of this now? So I get out of the car and tell him I am way too nervous to do this in public (a lie I spent most of my undergrad sucking cocks under partition). But he just tell me it’s going to be safe and walk with him. He has this deep bass voice and I am enthralled by his sheer presence so I follow him (all the while thinking what the duck are you doing?). We make it to the building but it’s locked, not so surprising since it’s the Xmas break, but I am ok well this is my get out of jail free card, so I tell him this is too bad, he is so hot I wish we could have made it happen, I will talk to him online, but he is like No, come with me. We walk to another building, manage to find a door open but for some reason that building is full of people no way this will work. By then I am late to my friend, but he insist I keep following him, and like a sheep I do. I don’t know why, but I want to please this guy and obey him. He is my alpha or something, I just can’t seem to say no. He takes me through a maze of corridors ans we make it to some sort of central building, the whole time we keep running into chicks who waive at him and stop him to chat. The thing is he actually stops and talk to them and I am just standing 4 feet behind, that cocksucker following him around to get on my knees and worship his cock. It’s both nerve racking and humiliating at the same time. Finally he takes me down two flight of stairs to a second basement, I think the campus radio station operates from there as there is some sort of recording studio and I hear the drone of a guy talking. He tells me to go into the handicap bathroom and leave the door unlocked and pretend I am peeing he will follow me in. So I go in and I am thinking what the hell did you get yourself into? Then the door opens, he smiles at me, I melt, he walks up to me and grabs my chin and left my face up and he kisses me. I feel powerless, but at the same time I feel incredibly safe. I am also super nervous because I can hear that radio guy recording down the corner... he pushes on my shoulder down, I get on my knees, the floor is dirty because it’s winter but I am past caring at that point, I undo his belt, zip his fly down and grab the elastic of his underwear (3 pack from Sears) and smell his junk. His cock is soft, the foreskin covers the head completely with some to spare, I am not a fan of a huge foreskin, he is sort of at my limit. But I can see he is presuming and I love precum. I touch the tip of his foreskin with my tongue, OMG he tastes so good! I send my tongue further inside his foreskin to lick all the precum in there, then I push my tongue further and slide it between his foreskin and his cock, licking it all around and he start growing in my mouth. I keep working his foreskin until his head peaks completely out. He is both a grower and a shower. He had a nice big soft cock, but fuck when he is hard it’s a monster. And he takes his time getting hard, I am just loving sucking and tasting this cock that keeps getting bigger and bigger. By the time he is 8 inches I am deepthroating him. But he is still getting bigger and harder, that’s when I start gagging. So he delicately grabs my head and start guiding his cock down my throat, when he is all the way in, I contract my throat around his cock, I can tell it gives him pleasure. We easily get into this rhythm where he guides his cock down my throat and I am bobbing my head so I can swirl my tongue around his cock as he is pulling out and I am coming up for air and then he goes back in and give 3-4 shove in and out of my throat, stimulating his fat head with my throat muscles. We go at this about 5 minutes and he let me know he is close. I just go wild and completely abandon myself, there is no way this load will be wasted on the floor! He finally start pulsating, I take him all the way in and swallow with my throat around his cock, constricting around his exploding cock and driving him wild. He collapses on my shoudler, bent over me. I finish cleaning him up, he straighten up and puts his junk back in his pants, I get up and thank him and I bolt! i get to my car, go back on squirt, I msg him saying sorry for bolting I got nervous, I would,love to envie you again... let me know if I should share our next encounter

Preloaded hole all the way; the more loads the better I enjoy the sloppy fuck and felch after my loads been added to the mix.

thats exactly how my neg hole should get poz bred.... but then the next one steps up

I use a shower enema to clean out, then use both a butt plug and dildo. I find that some accumulation of dirty water is left and the butt plug allows me to test if I’m clean or not. If not I go for another round of flushing out my guts with the shower enema. if the anal plug is clean. I then use a dildo to check if the rest of anal cavity is clean or not. Most times it is and it serves to lube my hole for a good fucking. Using a dildo and anal plug helps me to check if I’m dirty, don’t want my top to experience any surprises.

This wasn't my first sexual experience (far from it), but I did wind up having an ongoing sexual relationship with a cousin who lives overseas. We met for the first time when I was 13 or so, which was when my crush began. We met again when I was 25. By this time, he had a family with two young kids. He's late-30's, salt-and-pepper with a proper haircut, smooth shaved face, dark alluring eyes, rugged jawline, and a skinny, hairy body with a muscular ass and chest. Lucky for me, he and I shared a bedroom and the only bed it contained because there were so many people staying at the apartment. I was horny as hell, and as luck would have it, cruising Grindr was fruitful as I met two locals and one tourist for blowjobs. That said, I had a habit of falling asleep with the app open. One morning, I woke up and realized I may have done just that...though my phone was placed on the nightstand beside me, rather than in bed with me as it normally would have been. I was nervous I may have been caught, and I tried to keep my cool, but that got difficult when I started getting weird vibes from my cousin. He was looking at me less, talking to me less, etc. A day or two of this went by until we had a family dinner and drank a good amount of vodka. Suddenly, he was more interactive with me - making jokes, reminiscing on the times we shared when I was 13.... That night, I went to bed first, though everyone else was still having a good time, and my cousin continued drinking. I went on Grindr briefly, closed it, and went to sleep. At some point in the night, I felt some stirring in bed. I thought maybe he's scratching himself or something...though I eventually realized it was too rhythmic. Then it happened: as I was on my side, turned away from him, I felt my cousin's hand on my ass as the rhythm of his masturbation continued. He started over my boxers but quickly stuck his hand down and started rubbing my hole. I pretended I was still asleep. He spit on his fingers and rubbed it in. He pulled down my boxers and I felt the lips of his foreskin gently graze my hole. The pooled up precum glazed my hole as he got more handsy. I felt him get real close and whisper in my ear: "I know you're awake. Is this ok?" I didn't say anything; instead, I started grinding against his cock and swung my arm back to pull him in closer to me. He kissed my neck as we grinded against each other and his hands fondled my body. His precum was flowing at this point, making my crack sloppy wet. Eventually the grinding and fondling quieted down as he focused on entering me. Slowly and gently, he eased his cock into my ass. Once he was balls deep, he gripped my body tight and slowly fucked me raw and nibbled around my neck. Once he got close, he sped up and a bit and quietly bred my hole deep. We stayed in the cuddling position with his cock going soft inside me for five or so minutes until he removed it. This continued almost every night, and sometimes during the day when everyone was out, for the remainder of that trip. It was always the same position, him as my big spoon flooding my guts with his virile seed as he held me tight. We never kissed, I never blew him, and we never looked each other in the eye as it happened. We met up again last year in another country, and he was without his family. This time, we shared an apartment with just the two of us. We shared the bed, too, of course. We went all out: blow jobs, rimming, fucking in all sorts of positions. I was finally able to witness the 7-8" uncut cock with descent girth. He bred me everyday, oftentimes multiple times. Kissing was not his favorite but I would always get a deep one in after he'd fill me up. I loved the taste of cigarettes, vodka, and sin, knowing my favorite cousin's DNA was coursing through my body. Our relationship outside of the sex remained perfectly normal - no teasing, smirks, etc. I liked that aspect. The only depth was our familial bond and his sperm in my guts. I'm looking forward to the next time I see him. The picture is my hungry hole taken by another guy. Just thought I'd throw it in.

Crabs in my early twenties. I am furry all over and couldn’t stop itching. I remember calling my mom about the itch and as I was talking to her I picked one off and it finally clicked that they looked like crabs...I had to shave my entire body to get rid of them and the hair growing back was misery. Never knew exactly where I got them. I was not a slut back then and in a monogamous relationship. Bf never got them...

Part 2 “Look who's here! If it’s not mister-goody-two-shoes in person!” I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. I would recognize his voice anytime. Mikey Meltzer. A sophisticated annoying queen. I knew him from college and he was infamous for outing guys and spreading gossip on them. I slightly turn and nod to him. Of course, he was naked and nothing to be ashamed of. For few seconds I hoped that he was dressing and on his way out, unfortunately he had just arrived few minutes before me and Mr. Magoo at the bathhouse. He was with another guy, a skinny dirty-blond hair with a cock on the smaller-side. My first time in a bathhouse and I was poised to meet someone I knew in the locker area! I decided to ignore him, undressed and quickly wrapped my towel to find back Mr. Magoo who had a private room. As I was trying to find my way to his room. I reminded the conversation with Mr. Magoo earlier this morning: “At the bathhouse!?” “Yes with me” “I… yes… no… I mean I never go to these places. It's dangerous... ” “And this exactly why you are the perfect guy to help me” he interrupted me. “I don’t see why…” “Let me explain…” The room door was slightly ajar. I though nothing of it as Mr. Magoo knew I was coming back for him. Magoo was on the narrow bed, on all four, getting pounded by a “bear” with a fat-belly. I am not naïve and knew sex encounters occurred in bathhouses, but it hasn’t been more than 10 minutes since our arrival and, there, the old man was getting fucked. Magoo was moaning like a cheap whore in a porn movie as the bear pounded him good, hard and fast. I froze in place. Excited and terrified. “It feels so good, Max. You should tried” said Magoo who was now pushing his ass to meet the man’s thrusts. “Outside… I will wait outside…” I replied weakly, still unable to move. “Nonsense” the bear said, extending his arm and pulling me closer to them. I was able to smell intoxicating male sex and sweat. from him. His fur body was covered is warm sweat and my skin was immediately glue to his belly side. “Look at this old cumdump taking my unmedicated poz load deep in his hole!" “You don’t wear condom?” “What for? We are both poz” “I don’t know, STD maybe?” I said unconvincing. “Mmmfph… condoms are for the faint of the heart. Never wear one.” I did not know what to say else so I just shut my mouth, looking at the scene. May be because I didn’t had sex for a long-time, but honestly, it look terrific. The bear man was close to three time the size of Mr. Magoo. “I’m close. I will recharge you soon, grandpa” “Go on”, urged Magoo, ”flood my guts with your babies again” Again? I look at Magoo who was now on his back. When have they switched position? Unlike porn, where the bottom has his legs over the fucker’s shoulders, I realized it was not possible for the duo before me. His legs were resting against the bear’s belly. His feet barely at mouth level and the bear was licking and sucking the toes. “Take it you whore” “Yes, give it to me” The verbal exchange went on for a good 10-15 minutes. The fat belly was shaking like a mountain of jell-o as he rammed his cock in and out with brute force. With one last thrust, he held his cock deep in Magoo, grunting. “Fuck!... You are getting it old man. UUURRGHHH!... Take that load. Take that toxic load!” he said before collapsing on Magoo, almost folding him in half. “Phew! That was good. It’s always nice to start my whoring day with a load from you, Bill” said a pleased Magoo. Although, I would never let someone fucked me bareback. I was engrossed by the live act in front of me and my cock was at attention and throbbing (unconsciously I was groping myself through the towel). “See you tomorrow, old geezer”, said Bill, exiting after slapping my ass. Now, Magoo was fingering his dripping hole, getting all the cum he can before bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. “Hmmm. So good. You want to taste some? ” he asked, pointing his cum-coated index to me. “No, I’ll pass” I reply embarrassed and horrified by the offer. “Your loss. Anyway, this fuck was a distraction and I need to get you prepared” “I don’t think I can do it. I’m really sorry.” I stammered in a low-voice. “Don’t let me down now, Max. I though you were a man of his word” There we go, guilt. Exactly what I needed in a place I didn't want to be in the first place, but I agreed to help him. I looked at Magoo and realized I never saw him naked before, except for his cock. His body was largely covered with tattoos, most of them nicely designed. Biohazard ones. One on his back between his shoulders, and the other one, on his stomach, above the hips. Both nipples pierced with thick gold rings. Some light-grey body hair. He had a toned-body, not at all flabby. He was hot. “Earth to Max!” I realized that Magoo was talking to me and saw me staring at him. "Sorry, I didn't meant to stare at you. It’s just… well I never saw you naked before…. And well, you’re hot”. I probably went through fifty shades of red as I said that. I felt my face flushed, but even in the dark room, it didn’t escape Magoo’s eyes. With all the blood that went to my head, I was surprised that my cock was still hard and spewing copious precum in the towel. “Let me give you the grand tour before you poke me in the eye with your cock ”

As we lay there on our sides, I felt Vince’s hand move down to my ass. He reached down between my cheeks. His fingers found my hole. I sighed with pleasure. “Show me your pussy”, he whispered as he got up onto his knees. I moved one cheek aside and looked over my shoulder at him. I moaned with pleasure as he spread his seed around my swollen pussy lips. He probed my cunt with his thick fingers. I groaned with anticipation as he slowly fingered my well worn hole. His eyes feasted on his good work while he stroked his reviving cock. “Mmmmm...Cum is the best lube”, he said as he brought his now turgid rod to my tender, used hole. I had just been spit fucked and split in half. My fuckhole had been destroyed. And I watched silently as he slid his meat into me again. I could not object, for in this moment, I was his. Fully his. All I could do was lay my head back on my pillow and close my eyes. “Oh, Vince...”, I whimpered once he had travelled fully into me. Vince was mercifully slow this time. A lazy quiet fuck. He slid in and out of me, his ample load providing the only lubrication. I floated there between heaven and earth. I looked back to him - Here was this massive tattooed god who had ravaged me moments ago now tenderly making love to my pussy. I reached my hand out to him. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, never missing his steady, rhythmic strokes. “You good, baby?”, he asked. I smiled and whispered, “Yes, Daddy”. He smiled back at me. I hadn’t meant to say that. It just came out. And despite him being more than a decade my junior, it felt right. “Take me, Daddy”. Vince continued his fuck. His right hand pulled my cheek up to give him even fuller access. His left hand reached between my legs and grabbed my soft cock and balls, and stretched them back into his grip. “Who does this belong to?”, he queried. “You, Daddy. It’s all yours, Daddy.” This pleased him, for his tempo quickened. He truly used my junk as a handle: pulling on them as he thrust into me. After a few minutes, I started to feel real discomfort. His generous cumload had started to run dry and I began to really struggle. I asked if I could have some lube. He said yes and I started reaching for the bottle on the nightstand. He took hold of my wrist and shook his head. “Cum is the best lube, remember?”, he said as he guided my hand to my cock. My mind reeled as I took hold of my dick and started jacking it. “That’s it - get hard for Daddy...that’s right...”, he encouraged me. I was now flat on my back jacking off for this man. Desperately hoping to produce a good load for him - for me. He watched over me as I looked into his eyes. My breath grew ragged. My pace quickened. “Daddy?!...DADDY??!”, I pleaded. He brought his hand to my cockhead and said - “Now, boy...cum for Daddy”. And I howled as a came into his hand. Seed flowed out of me in a continuous stream that practically filled his open palm. I shook and strained to give him all the seed there was in me. I had barely taken a breath when I felt him flip me over, flat on the bed. He coated his cock with my cum and slathered the rest onto and into my cunt. And then his full weight was on me and I felt him slide into me yet again. Once he was fully in me, I whimpered and shook beneath him. “Shhh...”, he whispered into my ear, “Daddy’s home now...Daddy’s home”. Gone. I was gone. My whole body went limp beneath hm. And his fuck started anew. I lay there, I don’t know for how long, able to only take shallow breaths under the full force of his weight. His arms on my arms, his head on my cheek, his pelvis pumping up and down into me. I was in a blissful state: Present and away. At times I was aware of every hair on his chest as it ground into my back. At times I was floating above it all and observing from afar. I would open my eyes to find darkness and close them to see light. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I could felt his breath grow shallow and ragged. I felt his body start to tremble. His turgid pole swelling inside me. Vince growled my name. ”Vince...”, I croaked in response. And then, he went stiff, the dam broke once more, and he flooded me yet again. Waves of cum flowing from him to me. His essence making me whole once more. He stayed there, laying on top of me while afterwards. I could not breathe - but that didn’t seem important, somehow. After awhile, he rolled off of and next to me. I lay there unmoving as he pulled the sheets up over us. He moved to his side and brought me to him, I was little spoon. His left hand felt warm as it embraced my chest. He absently kissed my neck as I drifted off. ....end part two

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."

I woke the next morning to the smell of coffee and bacon. Slowly, I climbed out of bed, trying not to wake Louis. In the kitchen, I found Ron and Kevin both naked and hunting around for stuff to make breakfast. They looked pretty sexy and yet comfortable being naked in a stranger's kitchen foraging for food. Jimbo was right, the night before. Ron wasn't my usual type of guy and Kevin wasn't either but still they looked good and their self confidence made them even sexier. A little fur on both of their faces and bodies would make them even better, I thought. I cleared my throat to let them know I was there and they both turned to see if it was me or Louis. "Morning, guys. How's it going?" I said quietly. Ron smiled and replied "Good, we thought we'd get breakfast ready for you two sleepyheads." I chuckled before saying "Well, you two wore us out." Kevin laughed and said "The same could be said for you two. I'm still a little sore." Ron gave him a kiss and added "You're out of shape, babe." We finished getting stuff ready for breakfast and I even pulled my little used table away from the wall to make room for all four of us. I started to make another pot of coffee when Ron said "I'll go wake Louis up. He can't sleep all day." After a few minutes Ron hadn't returned and while Louis could be a little hard to wake after a long night of drinking and sex it shouldn't have taken that long. Kevin must have been thinking the same thing, since both of us headed to the bedroom at the same time. I went in first and saw Ron straddling Louis' body with Louis' bare morning wood slowly entering Ron's ass. I let out a chuckle and Kevin did too, as soon as he saw what was going on. "What? I can't let this go to waste!" Ron exclaimed as he started to ride the cock deeper. I moved around to the far side of the bed and Kevin took the near side. I realized Louis hadn't taken his harness off before we crashed the night before and Ron was holding on to it as he rode Louis. It was hot seeing his bare shaft plow all the way inside Ron's hole and I knew from the previous night that Ron knew how to work his ass muscles around a cock. Kevin and I were slowly stroking our meat while Ron bounced on top of Louis. Ron's strong leg muscles having no problem pulling him back up with just a little tug on Louis' harness. My experiences with Josef's leatherwork told me that it would take a lot of effort from Ron to damage the harness and when he started riding harder I figured Louis would break first. I climbed on the bed and stood over Louis' head, aiming my cock at Ron's mouth. Ron slowed down and took my dick in his mouth and quickly resumed his ride. We stayed like this for about five minutes and when I looked over, Kevin's face told me he was feeling left out. His cock was hard and he was still stroking, but he was going solo while the rest of us were partnered. I figured that Kevin and I would swap, but when I motioned him over he instead crawled behind Ron. It took me a second but then I realized Kevin's plans and pulled my cock out of Ron's mouth and patted him on the head. Kevin moved closer and once my cock was out of Ron's mouth, he pushed on Ron's back until he was bent over Louis. "Wh...What the fuck?" Ron said, sounding more than a little concerned. I tossed some lube over to Kevin and he dripped some over Ron's hole and added some more to his cut cock. When Ron felt Kevin's cock head at his entrance, he froze. Kevin leaned forward, planting his left hand between Ron's shoulder blades and using his right to help push his cock in. "Relax babe. You can do it" Kevin said calmly. Kevin looked up at me with a mixture of lust and uncertainty. I realized he had never tried to double penetrate someone, or at least Ron. I gave him an encouraging nod and while it took him several attempts, he was able to eventually get his cock inside Ron next to Louis' shaft. The groan from Ron was loud and low and once Kevin's cock was half-way in, his expression went from shock to surprise. It looked awkward at first but soon Kevin slowly rocked his hips, plowing deeper in with each stroke until he had built up a smooth rhythm. His first attempt at a DP was a lot more successful than mine. Judging by the noises from both Ron and Kevin it was a tight fit but both were enjoying it. I couldn't see Ron's face since it was nuzzled next to Louis' head. He was holding on to Louis, his body barely moving as his partner drove in and out of his stretched hole. Louis soon began to mutter "oh fuck" over and over and I knew that while he was staying motionless, Kevin's cock was feeling amazing against his shaft. Maybe too good. I heard the familiar growl from Louis and knew he was filling his cousin up with a warm load of cum. Kevin seemed to be surprised feeling Louis' cock pulsing against his and the cum coat his cock. He paused for a moment and once Louis' cock stopped shooting, he went back thrusting his cock into Ron's stretched hole. He sped up a little and then pounded harder. I'm sure that Louis' cock had begun to soften and that gave him a little more room to fuck his partner. Kevin adjusted his position to get one foot flat and his other knee between Louis' splayed legs. A whimper came out of Ron's mouth and I heard Louis moan louder from the new angle Kevin's cock was now digging in. I could tell after a few minutes that Kevin was close but then his thrusts got more frantic and he began to groan. His body began to twitch and he thrust in one more time. I could see his butt cheeks flex as each rope of cum pumped into Ron's stretched hole. Once his last shot pumped in, Kevin collapsed on top of Ron. I'm sure Louis felt the pressure of two bodies on top of him, but it only lasted a minute or two longer when Kevin rolled off, pulling Ron with him. We all laid on the bed and one by one, we all fell asleep. I woke a little later and crawled out of bed, making my way back to the kitchen. I reheated the coffee in the microwave and put most of the food away. Sitting down on the couch, I rolled a few joints and watched a movie on TV. Slowly the guys came out of the bedroom, hunting for food. We noshed on some of the uneaten breakfast stuff and a few other things. It was obvious that they had worked up a good appetite from the morning's activities. The conversation was all over the place - from travel plans to places they go to back home to where Kevin and Ron met. "You were the first family member I came out to" Ron said to Louis. "Why me?" Louis asked. "Because you always encouraged me. Your comments always seemed more accepting of people, so I thought you wouldn't freak out or shut me off. You didn't either. You were the one I could always talk to" Ron said solemnly. "Well, you did the same to me. You told me to dump Stephanie right after you met her since you knew she was going to try to remake me. God I wish I'd followed that advice and I would have saved myself two years of hell. You told me how stupid I was running away from Ryan and you told me I needed to find my true sexuality and not be afraid of it. " Louis said. He turned his head to me and kissed me. "So, why did you always turn away when Kevin and I kissed or hugged while you were around? Straight couples do it all the time" Ron asked. Louis looked over at Ron, back at me and then to Ron. He took a deep breath and said "It's a few things. I was jealous since you found someone to love and I kept failing at relationships. But... it also turned me on to see you guys kiss. It was always so erotic and passionate and it made me hard." I chuckled, saying "Your dick does get hard when you kiss." My comment didn't help Louis, who was bright red at that point. "It just means your're turned on by kissing someone... and that's good" I said trying to ease the awkwardness. Louis hung his head down and said "It doesn't happen when I kiss women. Only guys. I don't know why." It seemed to be a good time to let Louis and his cousin talk and I nodded to Kevin, who followed me to the bedroom. Once inside, I turned and pulled Kevin in for a deep, wet kiss. Our tongues danced inside his mouth and when I felt his cock stiffen and press into my leg, I knew it was time to go to step two. I broke the kiss and grinned back at him before pushing him to the bed. He seemed unsure of what was going to happen so said in a calm voice "Show me that ass that Louis loved so much." His eyes got big but he climbed on the bed, moving almost all the way to the other corner to give me plenty of room. Waiting a moment while I planned my next moves, I climbed on the bed and placed a hand on each ass cheek. I pulled them apart and gazed at the innocent pink hole. There was a little patch of hair around his hole which surprised me and delighted my tongue. Kevin seemed to really enjoy having my face buried in his ass. I wasn't sure whether it was the beard, the tongue or how I was using them to munch on his hole. I felt him relax and let my tongue poke in and around the hungry muscle. Several minutes in and his moans just got louder and he was still working his ass around my tongue. For my part, his ass was slick both inside and out and my beard was filled with spit. I wasn't sure that spit was going to be enough, so when I decided it was time to let my dick enjoy Kevin's ass I reached for the lube on the nightstand. My tongue gave a few last laps over his taint and hole while my hand added some lube to my rigid cock. Moving closer on my knees, I finally had my cock toying with his hole. I heard him gasp when he felt the PA on his puckered hole. "You gonna fuck me with that thing in?" he asked, sounding very worried. "Never take a pierced dick, Kevin?" I asked calmly. "One a while ago but it was a much smaller ring" he replied. I could feel him shake a little so I rested my hand on the small of his back, trying to soothe him. "Ron took it fine, and Louis has too. I think you should have the same experience" I said, keeping the same even tone. I spit on his hole, adding even more lube and started to press in. While he may have been more of a top, he knew how to take dick. He relaxed and suddenly my cock started to slide right in. He gasped again, feeling the large 3/4 inch, 0 gauge ring drag through his opening along with the flared head of my cock. Pausing a moment, I let him get used to the thickness that was stretching him open. When I heard a contented sigh, I knew it was time to let more of my dick enjoy his hole. I rocked my hips, plowing in and out and getting deeper each time. Each stroke added a half inch or more and it took me no time to feel his bare ass against my hips. I drove in hard once I knew I was almost there and heard him let out a low groan. I wasn't sure if I had pushed him too quick, but when he started fucking back on my cock, I knew he was enjoying it as much as I. We kept going like this for another ten minutes until I needed to change positions. With my left leg up and foot flat on the bed, I began to drive harder into him. He kept pushing back, letting my balls slap into his ass. Kevin definitely wasn't one of those lay there and take it bottoms, he was fully involved and making every second feel good. The sounds coming from the living room told me that Ron and Louis weren't talking any more and that someone was getting fucked. I wasn't sure who I wanted to bottom and who I wanted to top, but I had a gut feeling that Louis was going to drop another load into his cousin. I drilled Kevin like this for several more minutes, catching a few seconds of sounds from Louis and Ron fucking before returning my attention to Kevin. I pulled my cock out of him and grabbed his hips, flipping him on his back before dragging him to the edge of the bed. My cock slid right back in and I resumed drilling his now slick hole. We started with me being upright, but slowly I'd bend further over, pushing his legs back until he was folded up and his legs on either side of his body. Our eyes were locked and both of us sported big grins. He let go of his legs and started flicking his thumbs over my pierced nips. "Fuck me harder" Kevin said with a snarl to his voice. I didn't disappoint him and took it up a few notches. Our bodies were slamming together and he just kept egging me on. I suddenly stopped and dragged my cock slowly out of him until just the PA was caught on his outer ring. We looked at each other and his eyes opened up wide. My legs were trembling and my balls were pulled up tight and aching. With one thrust, I was fully planted and my cock started to throb. I felt his hands try to pull my legs closer, but my cock couldn't go in any deeper. After several spurts, I pulled back a few inches and drove back in, letting the last of my cum fill him up. I leaned forward and felt his cock rub against my stomach. Soon, it was trapped between us, along with a large pool of Kevin's semen. He had a big smile on his face and as I was about to kiss him when he said "That was fuckin' hot!" "Yeah that was" I said before resuming my kiss. It felt amazing having his firm body below me, only separated by some cum and his shrinking dick. My cock was softening too and fell out of his well fucked hole. We made out for a little longer until I decided it was time to check in on Louis and Ron. I pulled Kevin to his feet and let him steady himself before we walked back into the living room. We caught the last few thrusts and watched Ron fuck his load into Louis' ass. Ron's grunt and Louis' moan sounded sexy as hell. Ron turned and saw us there and looked like he had been caught raiding the cookie jar. "That's my boy" Kevin said before chuckling. I laughed too, enjoying the sight of the smaller twink planted fully inside the larger otter. Louis' legs wrapped around Ron, holding him in for an extra minute or two of body in body contact. I wasn't really sure what to do at that point. Did they have more they wanted to say or do? Be alone or have the whole group chill? In the end, I grabbed Kevin and headed to the shower and we washed each other off. We took a long hot shower, constantly playing with each other or kissing passionately. I was surprised at how comfortable Kevin was getting passionate with his boyfriend in the next room. We finally turned off the water and when I opened the door, Ron and Louis were standing there, with shit eating grins on their faces. They had been watching us but I had no idea for how long. I grabbed a towel for Kevin and let Ron and Louis take our places in the shower. We watched them while we dried off and waited until they finished. They seemed to mimic our shower with their hands roaming everywhere and long kisses. It was soft porn but it still got both Kevin and I hard. I handed both Ron and Louis a fresh towel and let them dry off before we all went back to the living room. None of us felt like going out, so I ordered a couple pizzas and we raided my beer and wine stash. Dessert was a few freshly rolled joints and we ended up in bed just like the night before, except clean instead of sweaty and cum covered. Sunday morning was bright and sunny and we wandered around being tourists for a few hours. A nice relaxing lunch on the riverfront was a good way to end Ron and Kevin's trip. We got them back to Louis' place to change clothes and pack for their trip back home. "We gotta do this again" Louis said. "Getting together or the fucking?" Ron asked, chuckling. "Both!" we all said together.

Daniel took his time, luxiating in the young mans once virgin ass while the last of his seed drained from his softening prick into the receptive hole. "so much tension here Andy you really should stop by more often" he smiled as he gently massaged Andys hips and glutes. Daniel found his victims consistently managed to take his seed deeper if he stayed inside a little longer and they remained relaxed, so he continued his gentle ministrations to the hot throb of Andys stretched cunt. holding the camera steady has he had so many times before, Daniel gently pulled his cock from the boy and was rewarded with Andys pink gaped bud, glistening with lube, but with any trace of Daniels seed nested deep inside. He gently set the camera aside, replaced the towel on the boys now well fucked ass, and left to store the footage for later sale. "wakey wakey" Daniel announced to the room as Andy sighed deeply and rolled onto his back. "It looks like you dozed off buddy, not to worry though it happens sometimes" Daniel studied the boy as he sheepishly fetched his clothes. As Andy gushed about how well his shoullder felt, and his overall experience, Daniels mind wandered to the load sloshing around in the boys ass. He could spend all week filling that ass with seed over and over, stretching the boy to fit his prick perfectly, and then sending him home to his doting wife. "how about we schedule an appointment for next week?" Daniel offered, as Andy obliged just as welcomingly as his puffy hole had accepted the masseuses generous prick only a few hours ago. As the clock ticked toward midnight, Daniel finished editing the last footage of Andys virgin ass as it obediently gulped his hot load, and finished clearing his email before being reminded of a new apprentice he was expecting the next morning. a blue eyed teen named Asher had just graduated from highschool and was eager to enter the field. Daniel paused for a moment and scrolled through his shockingly large collection of footage. Another talented costar would make for quite a bit more footage, and quite a bit more cash if not a whole lot more fun. The only challenge was motivating the kid to perform. Daniel wanted something...versatile. Easily able to accomodate any scene. As the morning commute back to the spa gave way to the empty parking lot, Daniel waved to a shaggy haired teenager standing at the door. "Daniel?" Asher asked with a smile, offering his hand. "Daniel!" the older man smiled back, eagerly shaking the boys hand. "and its Asher i presume?" Daniel sized the young man up. The more he studied, the more certain he became that Asher was going to net him a tidy sum. "its ash." The boy smiled, as Daniel ushered him into the lobby. "of course! ash. Well why dont we start with the grande tour. You need to become familiar with the facilities amenities first and foremost. feel free to have a look around. Are you a coffee or tea guy?" Daniel made his way to the small drink trolly without so much as a second thought. "Coffee" Asher nodded politely, as Daniel returned to the boy with a fresh hot cup and began explaining the daily routines, the boy sipped away. "The human body" Daniel lectured, "thats what we focus on here. You know it might just seem like a bunch of bones and meat, but theres actually quite a bit to it." Daniel turned the corner and presented the boy with an opulent shower room. "some of our guests prefer to shower off before or after. You need to get familiar with it as its pretty common for people to get confused by all the knobs." The glassy eyed boy nodded, squinting at the immaculate tile and chrome. "Well then, come on..." Daniel began stripping his shirt off as Asher looked on confused. "the shower...look Ash if you're uncomfortable with the human form this job is going to be rather difficult." Daniels lecture slowly resonated with the teen as he began stripping his clothes off. "there we go" Daniel eyed the boys toned abs and shoulders, tapering neatly to his semihard cock as the cup of morning blend Daniel prepared did its work. "hot" Daniel took ashers hand and placed it on a knob. "and cold" guiding the boys other hand accordingly. Asher turned the knobs, dancing about as the numerous showerheads came to life, until finallly bringing the water to temperature. "all set?" Daniel smiled. "uh huh" Asher panted, visibly disoriented as he braced himself against the wall of the shower, his thick teenage cock bobbing in front of him. Daniel pumped a glob of bodywash and began exploring Asher fully. "Nothing like hot water and steam to ease the tension. Feels nice?" Daniel continued rubbing the boys chest and shoulders, eliciting a calm moan. "Ill teach you to use these techniques at your own pace, but for now try to pay attention." Daniels strong hands began to massage and part the boys firm ass. "did you know..." Daniel stepped momentarily from the warmth of the shower to procure a greasy wad of laced lube on his fingers "This is a muscle too?" Daniel greedily smeared the boys hole with the powerful goo, teasing it into him with his fingertips as Asher squirmed in front of him. "Pay attention" Daniel pushed his finger into the boys ass. "tell me what you feel." Asher looked behind him in embarassment, as daniel wriggled his finger. Asher winced and as the powerful drug entered his body, pulling back as Daniel continued working the goo into the boys virgin hole. As the drug entered Asher the squirming abated and his hips instinctively advanced toward Daniels hand. "thats it, there we go. feeling nice and warm? The first parts always a little scary Ash. most boys never massage this.." Daniel slid another digit inside and pushed intensely against the teens prostate. "oh fuck..." Ash groaned, as Daniel ignored the boy and continued working his hole. "Here, this will go a lot easier if..." Daniel slowly guided the dazed teens fingers to his dripping cock, "you stroke...up and down for me Ash" Daniel watched as the boy wrapped his slim fingers around his pulsing rod and as commanded, began pumping his fist up and down his prick. "theres a boy, up and down. make it feel nice." Daniel pulled his fingers from the boy and nestled his hard wet cockhead against the teens greasy ring. "mm..noo" Ashers head lolled over his shoulder at Daniel. The boys body knew the primal, forbidden touch of the older mans cockhead against his hole and just as soon as it registered, Daniel stepped closer to the boy. "Yes." He whispered as the smooth head of his prick pierced the teens tight hole. Asher gasped as the whole of the older mans long warm cock slipped neatly inside him, his balls gently resting against the teens firm cheeks. "there we are ash. Are you paying attention?" Daniel began gently fucking, the moist slap of flesh and the teens own panting echoing against the shower walls. What was to be his first day on the job had now turned into a humiliating rape as the boys own body betrayed him and eagerly welcomed Daniels powerful cock inside, "Do you feel me inside Ash?" Daniels strokes were now cleanly entering and exiting the boys relaxed hole in loud slurps. "yes..." Asher sobbed gently. "good. Its pretty darn hard to forget the first time you get fucked Ash but its important you learn how to." Daniel intensified his thrusts, eliciting a groan from the boy. "will you cum for me ash? I bet those big balls are full of spunk." Ash looked down as his hand continued pumping his dick yet to no avail. "i cant" Asher whispered. "Whats that boy?" Daniel felt the cum boiling in his own balls, the teens relentless gripping ass milking him greedily. "I cant cum" Asher blurted in embarassment. "oh dont worry about it then Ash, sometimes the tina makes it a little hard to get there but We'll pump a load out of you, dont you worry." Daniel guided Ashers hands to his ass and coaxed the teen to spread himself lewdly for the older man. "Here it comes Ash" Daniel pushed deep and sighed as his balls began pumping the teen full. Asher stood confused for a moment and, realizing what Daniel was doing, began to squirm. "nonono, just relax. let it pump into you. let your body take it inside" Daniels gripped the boys hips firmly and held him in place, slowly emptying his balls. "perfect. Youre doing great so far Ash!" Daniel smiled at the weary teen as he pulled his tool from the boys body and shut off the water. "here ya go" Daniel tossed a fresh towel to the teen. "We've got one more stop to make today Ash and then I think we might be done."

It started for me after many years of depriving myself. I was a school teacher that didn’t want to get caught up in something career damaging. So fast forward I changed careers after ten years. I moved to LA where I knew no one and it’s such a big city. So I discovered the bathhouses and sex clubs etc. I never let anyone fuck me. Mentally I was afraid of hiv still. But I fucked a young pretty boy one night. He was wild and uninhabited. He had me put it in and I discovered that it felt incredible. I remember fucking that ass and cumming inside of him. All the well tell myself that I deserved that hot sensation. And it became my preference. I would find ass sometimes in the darkroom and pound and shoot my load. So that became my secret that I liked to fuck boys raw. I had this professional conservative look that say I wouldn’t do such a thing. Anyway, one night I was out at a straight bar and I saw a woman running away from a man. I chased after to make sure she was ok. Anyway, the man told me that he wasn’t trying to hurt her. She was a friend who was drunk and angry. So he offered to buy me a beer and we ended up chatting it up. Turn out he’s bisexual? Hmmm . So we actually end up making the rounds to two more places. He this guy who fights the big fires in California. He is there for training. So the night ends and he gives me a ride home and I ask him to come up . I had told him how I hadn’t really liked getting bottomed. Some friend in college tried it and it hurt and was very uncomfortable. So I always just assumed it wasn’t for me. He tells me that he doesn’t get fucked and that it really isn’t that important. But I was very young and horny. I think it was because I was attracted to him and he was a good listener with a bulging crotch, plus the firefighter thing. So anyway, It was weird at first because my house was very nice and for some reason he thought that I was married and that a woman might show up any minute. He finally relaxes and we go to the bedroom and he ends up rubbing this Palmer oil all over my body to relax me, He was very strong and went commando. He takes his jeans off and I am like... nervous because he’s bigger than the guy that fucked me in college. So to make this story short, he ate my ass for over and hour. I remember him telling me that my ass was smooth and hard from working out. I am like jello now and very horny. I remember him having a little graze of hair on his chest and sexy nipples. I was horny and he took the lead that night. I realize later that the condoms I had wouldn’t have fit him. What went down that night was crazy. He slid that big tool in me and He fucked my 24 year old ass so good that on the second time while he was inside me I came and discovered that I was doing it all wrong. This was how you fuck an ass. He was a young hot daddy with hot body and big dick. This was during the middle of the hiv. So I took a big risk with him. But I learned that I love my ass eaten, I love big dicks that keep coming. I called in sick the next day. And we never met again. But he fucked my ass like a man. I do remember looking at my hole later because it was a little sore in a good way.

1. Because PrEP is available 2. Because it’s easier to stay hard without a condom 3. Because it often provides access to hotter guys, especially in groups 4. Because of the psychological thrill of swapping fluids with a bud

I don't know why the thought of having ruff, poppered up, raw sex with a RC priest or better yet a group of them makes me so hard, extra points for doing it in the church