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CH. 2 "Nico is a Cheating Whore" *** Omar tightened his embrace around Nico as they laid on the sofa together in the living room of Omar's apartment. "You know how much I love you, right?," Omar asked softly. "Of course, babe," Nico replied, clasping his hands more tightly around his boyfriend's muscled biceps. Nico closed his eyes as Omar's warmth enveloped him. Nico felt Omar's load soaking into his sore hole as they both lay together naked in their post-sex haze. There was a special kind of sting to the feeling of a man's cum soaking into his roughed-up hole that Nico just adored. He held tightly to Omar's arms. "Omar, I'm so glad I found you." "Me, too, babe." Omar planted a kiss on Nico's cheek, lingering just a beat longer than usual before pulling his lips away. It was such a sweet salve to Omar's aggressive sexual hunger that he could be so attentive and endearing in this way. The two continued laying there until Omar's phone lit up. He picked it up from the coffee table. "Luciano says they're getting ready to leave," Omar said, squinting at the brightness of the screen. Nico sat up. "Okay. I'll go shower." "Alright, but no aborting my offspring in there. I'm not done with you tonight." Nico laughed, shaking his head in feigned disapproval. "Of course not, daddy." Nico clenched his hole a little tighter just to be sure Omar's load stayed inside him as he stood up from the couch and headed to the bathroom. Omar's older step-brother Luciano was coming with his wife Elena to meet Nico for the first time. Months of Omar's endless bragging to Luciano made the occasion feel well overdue even though their relationship was still only six months old. Omar had been looking forward to having his step-brother finally meet Nico. Omar got up, headed into the kitchen, and lit the stove. * * * "You almost done in there?" Omar shouted through the open bathroom door. "Luciano just texted. They're looking for parking right now." Nico shut off the shower and stepped out, hearing the urgency in Omar's voice without actually being able to make out his words over the sound of the bathroom fan. His eyes darted around the bathroom. "Where are your clean towels?," Nico belted. "Shit," Omar muttered to himself, then shouted in reply, "We just used the last clean one after I fucked you." "Well, can you at least hand me that one? All of your cum ended up inside me anyway." "Okay, babe. One second. I need to turn down the stove before the food burns." Omar bolted over to the kitchen just as the sound of footsteps gathered outside the apartment door. The doorbell rang. Omar dashed over to his bedroom, grabbed the towel, and hustled it over to Nico. Omar turned around to open the front door, leaving the bathroom door ajar in his wake. "Hey, Omar!!," Luciano nearly shouted. "Lucho!," Omar replied, cracking a large smile. Lucho was Omar's nickname for his eldest and only step-brother Luciano. Luciano threw his arms open and wrapped them around Omar's broad shoulders. "Come on in, you two!," Omar glowed, as he patted Luciano in return and gave his wife Elena a kiss on the cheek, asking, ¿Elena, cómo estás? "How's my little brother?," Luciano asked, smiling widely as the two entered and removed their coats. Nico, meanwhile, found himself in a bit of a bind. He was stranded on the opposite side of the apartment from where he left his clothes at the foot of Omar's bed. He stood dripping in nothing but a post-sex towel behind a half-closed bathroom door with his boyfriend's family standing between Nico's clothes and his naked body. He decided to hang tight behind the door until he could get Omar's attention. "Let me go grab you guys a drink," Omar offered as he headed back into the kitchen, barely hearing whatever it was that Elena started saying to Luciano. "I'm going to run to the restroom real quick," said Luciano. Nico panicked as the door swung open, but Luciano's eyes were glued to his phone screen as he walked in and closed the door behind him. "Oh, sorry!," Nico blurted, not knowing what to say in such a situation. "Oh shit! You scared me," Luciano responded as he quickly looked up and thrust his phone quickly into his pocket. "I'm so sorry! I was just showering before you all arrived and didn't realize that I had left my clothes on the other side of the apartment until you came in." "Well, this is an awkward way to meet!," Luciano laughed as he unbuttoned his pants and turned around to face the toilet. "So I take it you're this Nico I've been hearing so much about?" Nico could hardly believe Luciano was striking up a conversation as he was about to take a piss with Nico just behind him. The sound of Luciano's piss plunging into the toilet gave Nico the impression that Luciano was draining a mighty cock, but with Luciano's back to Nico, the goods were out of sight. "Excuse me for just one minute," Luciano said, putting his member away and zipping up his pants. Nico found it curious that Luciano would excuse himself so late in the process. "Sorry, I'm being rude. I'm Luciano. It's so good to finally meet you." He extended Nico the same hand that he had just used to shake his cock dry. Nico, more steadily than seemed suited to his state of astonishment, extended his hand in return, hoping some remnant of the scent of Luciano's manhood might rub off. "I'm Nico." They shook. Nico balled up his hand as he withdrew it. Nico's cock began to stir under his towel. He wondered if Omar knew Luciano was meeting Nico like this. "I was trying to avoid walking out there looking like this when I heard you all arrive," Nico offered. "I forgot my clothes in Omar's room, so I was stranded in here." "You sure you want to change? What, this outfit doesn't suit you?" Luciano winked and gave Nico a slap on the shoulder before turning to the sink to wash his hands. "I'm just messin' with you! Hey, I'll go grab you your clothes and bring 'em over." Nico felt anxious. How was Luciano so relaxed like this? What would Luciano's wife think when she saw Nico step out of the bathroom after her husband? Nico closed the door behind Luciano and immediately unballed his fist. He lifted his opened palm up to his nose and inhaled slowly. Nico's cock began to stir under the towel as his nipples hardened. The thought of having Omar's step-brother's cock smell on his hand was making his heart pound and his thrashed hole pucker. Luciano returned with the clothes and knocked on the door. Nico cracked the door open expecting to be handed his clothes only for Luciano to push his way in, closing the door behind him. Is this just how things go with this guy?, Nico thought. An excitement stirred in Nico's belly as he wondered whether Luciano was merely playing naive. Nico took a second look at Luciano's figure. He looked to be a couple inches taller than Omar, and while his shoulders and upper back were not nearly as developed as his younger step-brother's, Luciano's pecs could leave an Olympic athlete jealous. Luciano's nipples pressed through the fabric of his shirt. "Thank you," Nico said, smiling for the first time since their bathroom exchange began. The way Luciano was standing looked as though he was settling in, rather than just dropping the clothes off. "You know that I can smell my little brother's cum inside your pussy, right?," Luciano said. Nico's heart skipped a bit. The mouth on this guy, he thought. Luciano walked right up to Nico's face and leaned into one ear, suddenly dropping his gregarious affect: "Now why are you trying so hard to make me cheat on my wife, boy?" Nico felt anxious and aroused in equal measure. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Omar, but the more he thought about the succession of boundaries that Luciano, the bolder Nico felt about taking the risk. Luciano lifted his thumb and index finger to his lips and wet them with his tongue all the while never breaking eye contact with Nico. Luciano reached over and gently pinched the very tip of Nico's left nipple, clenching it between his fingers with the kind of precision of a chef applying the finest detail to an exquisite feast. Nico exhaled deeply. His hyper-sensitive nipples made his inner whore rage with lust. His heart was pounding. The whole situation felt so wrong, and yet he longed for it. Craved it. Applying a subtle pressure, Luciano twisted his fingers around Nico's nipple, somehow never once brushing his areolae. The skill it demonstrated was so apparent that Nico imagined a long and storied sexual history stood behind it. This wasn't just play: it was craft. Holy fuck, he thought, as if gazing into an abyss that he barely understood. Nico's cocked throbbed, lifting open the towel. "Looks like my little brother's new boy understands what's about to happen," Luciano said, a little louder than seemed prudent. His expressions were more serious now. That charismatic smile that had been beaming at Nico in the mirror earlier had now given way to an unsettlingly intense focus. Nico's sore hole pulsed. His ass crack started to feel slick, and those two tiny points of contact on his nipple left his body feeling electrified. He needed to feel a man's raw cock sliding inside him fast. "Won't they hear us?," Nico whispered. His erect cock head came into contact with Luciano's left thigh, just above his knee. The texture of his jeans against Nico's cock head felt momentarily divine. "Of course they will," Luciano whispered back. The butterflies in Nico's stomach were almost overwhelming. His nervous system was lit up like a carnival at night. Nico was in heat, and his hole -- cum-slick from Omar's cock onslaught earlier -- wanted to swallow whatever beast was lurking in Luciano's pants. Nico reached down and unbuttoned Luciano, revealing a dark bush of spiraling black hair and the thick veiny base of Luciano's dick shaft. No underwear, Nico thought as he considered whether this meant Luciano had arrived for tonight prepared to devour something more than just dinner. Nico gently pulled down at the base of the open fly, cupped his right hand, and slid it smoothly underneath the back side of Luciano's warm ball sack. With deliberateness and care, Nico lifted Luciano's snaking, eight-inch, uncut python of a cock and his bulging ball sack out of their denim confines. Luciano was engorged but not yet fully hard. A sticky swell of precum was dripping from the opening in his foreskin. Nico removed his hand from behind Luciano's nuts and reached back behind himself, lifting his hips on the right side to let him reach his hole. Luciano watched Nico's near-useless towel drop away, revealing a pair of cum gutters as defined as Luciano's surging pecs. Nico pressed his index and middle finger into his hole, parting his pussy lips. He swirled his two fingers around in his cum-soaked anal cavity. Omar's seed felt runny and almost hot as some of it began to trickle out of Nico's hole and down into his cupped palm. Careful not to let any more cum out than he could keep in his hand, Nico carefully pulled his fingers out of his hole, and gently carried his cupped hand with a small lake of Omar's DNA around to Luciano's rising manhood. Nico turned his hand over slowly, drizzling Omar's cum up and down the length of Luciano's dick shaft. Nico's left hand spread the liquid cum-glazing evenly over all sides of Luciano's now fully erect meat club as the smell of semen filled the bathroom. The expression on Luciano's face looked like an admixture of shock, anger, and fascination. "My little brother found himself quite the little piggy this time," said Luciano. Nico's ears perked up at the "this time." "You want to fuck your brother's cum back into me?," Nico offered almost matter-of-factly as he turned around and arched his lower back, presenting his pale, gravity-defying meat bubbles to Luciano's voracious gaze. With nothing but his cum-shiny manhood exposed, Luciano moved in on Nico's fully naked body. Luciano's fully engorged cock head, which reeked of Omar's sperm, was now peaking out from his foreskin. He pressed his cock head against Nico's slippery, moist hole. Luciano's head easily parted Nico's cum-fragrant outer hole. Luciano slowly tucked his pelvis to press his veiny 8-incher deeper into Nico's silky warm insides, bending his knees to get himself fully underneath the little slut's fuckchute. Nico gasped briefly as felt the pressure of Luciano's raw cock against Nico's ass walls steadily get more intense. On top of the sheer force of this new raw dick penetrating him, Nico's hole still felt tender from the ravaging he'd received from Omar. "You neg, cutie?," Luciano asked sweetly. "Yes," Nico replied, trying to keep his focus on the intense pressure Luciano's cock was creating as he pushed into Nico still deeper until finally bottoming out inside Nico. Nico let out a brief moan that was louder than intended. "You on prep then?," Luciano continued. "No," Nico replied, trying to control his breathing as Luciano started pressing a little harder against the back of Nico's rectum, sending increasingly intense shockwaves through his tightly closed second hole. "Good boy," Luciano whispered approvingly, as he began churning his step-brother's DNA inside Nico's chute. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered as he tried relaxing his tender hole, wondering when it would adjust to the punishingly large raw dick in him. A small amount of cum trickled out of Nico and down Luciano's dick shaft. Luciano felt the trickle of his step-brother's cum trickling down his nuts as it turned cool. "There's nothing I love more than sliding my cock into a fuckchute that my little brother has already nutted in. Fuck that's a wet hole." Luciano pulled out and slammed his cock into Nico's sore rectum, demanding that his still-hesitant second hole yield to the full length of his fuck tool. "Aaaaah!," Nico let out as he felt Luciano's cock ply his second hole fully open. Concerns about keeping quiet suddenly became just a memory. Luciano pulled Nico's hips forcefully onto him, holding that second hole open for a moment as he tried to hold back his inevitable orgasm. "Holy fuck!," Luciano grunted as his nuts began pulsing and his sperm was sent flooding deep into Nico's guts. Luciano shuddered, his eyes tightly shut, as he continued unloading in Nico's used pussy, which was now fully slathered in a mix of family cum. Nico felt a deep, guttural excitement as he thought about how slutty he had been to let Omar's 41 year-old step-brother fuck an unprotected load into Nico's pre-loaded hole while Nico's jealous, protective boyfriend Omar was made to listen to it all in his own apartment. Luciano's orgasm reached its end. Nico felt thoroughly full, even as Luciano slowly began withdrawing his raw monster from the young jock's cum-soaked insides. God, it hurts even as he pulls out, Nico thought, though still he somehow relished the sting he felt as Luciano's cock easily slid past the fleshy walls of Nico's silky rectal cavity. "God," Luciano's interjection broke the post-sex quiet that suddenly made the whir of the bathroom fan more pronounced. "It's going to be fun putting you in the stable at this year's family reunion," Luciano said as he caught his breath. Nico felt his stomach flip. "Family reunion?"

So Ive been horny has hell, visiting home for the holidays and just got out of a very sexually dissatisfying relationship (sex once in four months! It was awful) and worked up the courage to try something I’ve wanted to for a while now, spend a day going around and taking loads. I love feeling like a slut, feeling used and like a fuck toy for cock, and after watching enough cum dump and gang bang porn I decided to give it the good ol college try. Didn’t set out for it originally, but found the first guy and kept going. first guy was really close by, very beefy muscle with a nice thick cock, a total dom daddy ready to use his boy. We spent a couple hours together, wherein he bred me, fed me a load, and stuffed four fingers in my sloppy pussy. Also used a nice set of anal beads on me, left me feeling worn in and used. He choked me while he loaded me up, and was very physically controlling in an exciting way. Felt incredible and left me feeling satisfied. ……… for a while. Later than evening I kept thinking about the loads I had taken, kept talking to dudes on Grindr, and kept jerking off to men telling me how much they wanted to fuck my slutty pussy. The next guy really took control of the situation, called me and basically coached me out of my house (while my family was getting ready to celebrate the 9pm ball drop) and to my local park where he was waiting for me. There, he made me strip naked in my truck and wear a mask as a blindfold, totally exposed on a relatively busy street, all the while telling me what to do over the phone and telling me how I was gonna swallow his load. He got in the car and grabbed my head and shoved it into his crotch and I got to smell his musty cock and balls which turns me on like crazy. He pulls his cock out of the fly of his boxers and tells me to get to work, and I start working his load out of him. At the same time he makes me unlock my phone so he could read my slutty Grindr messages (I had been exchanging a lot of pics and chatting, like I said crazy horny), basically reading me begging for cock and loads while I sucked his anon cock. He was smaller, and had some trouble staying hard that made it kinda disappointing. But in the end he jerked off into my mouth and I swallowed his huge bitter load. Immediately once I was done milking it out of him he pushed my head back down and fed me another load. He called me a good boy, took my underwear as a trophy, got out of the truck and drove away. This one left me feeling really sleazy, but the thought of the three total loads sitting in my stomach turned me on. Intense experience. lastly was a guy I’d been wanting to get with for a while, a cocky dom top, tall and muscular and thick, fucking beefy bull of a man, and super hairy. Took a little convincing but he ditched a friends NYE party to feed me his load. On the way to his place I was questioning whether I should really be pursing what would be my fifth load of the day, but the second I made it through that door I knew I chose right. He was jerking on the couch, beautiful thick 7 in cock in his hand and beer in the other. He told me to get down and start servicing, so I did. He fucked my throat like a pussy for a good 45 minutes, by far the longest I’ve ever done something like that. For a while I was laying on my back while he thrust into my open throat, and on multiple occasions I would try and push him off to breath and he would just push into the hilt and keep himself there. In the end he was back on the couch, his legs around my neck and hands on the back of my head as he held his cock buried in my throat and he pumped his load directly into my stomach. Once I pulled off and cleaned his cock, he said ok you can go now and went back to watching the TV. I felt like such a fucking whore, I loved not having a choice in taking his load like that. well if you made it this far thanks for reading. I’d appreciate some advice, I’m still really new to this slut business and I worry that I should maybe ease into things more. But really I just want to keep going farther and farther. What should I do? One side of my brain is telling me to chill out, and the other is telling me to keep on taking loads. Would love to take more in my ass in the future, was just super sore from solo dildo play and the first guy. Reading that back is crazy, i can’t believe i did that lol.

Any chance your friend will share some of his blood? Asking for a friend.. 🙂

hey guys sorry for the delay but with christmas birthday (24!) and new years i was away for a bit. hope to get the new chapter up in the next day or two. thanks for all the comments!

It was still early in the night. Brandon would not be home for many more hours. Tyler laid in bed after his massive orgasm, his chest still heaving, his ribs slightly around his torso. He knew he was hot. He knew he was magnificent. As always the guilt was consuming, overwhelming, and destructive. The confusion of wanting to touch himself or open his legs up again to another man, was just indescribable. Couple that with his deep regrets towards what he was doing behind Brandon’s back, and the entire situation was practically disturbed. As the waves of guilt moved over him he felt his dick getting hard again and looking down, there between his boney hips, his dick was leaking precum. He had to stop it. He had had his fun, this had to be stopped. He had to go back to being loyal to Brandon, he had to go back to a normal life. His brain kept repeating these thoughts over and over, like on autopilot. It was almost as if his brain was setting himself to fail, juxtaposing the good side against the bad side. The more his brain thought of putting this behind him, the more he was getting turned on by thinking of falling more into it. He wanted to transcend again. Something about his father watching him was making him so disgusted he wanted to touch himself. But touching himself in the real world wasn’t going to fix the issue. He wanted to transcend, but he was stuck. Like a dam bursting, his brain snapped. Grabbing his phone he started setting up profiles and taking pictures for every cruising site and app he could find. Within a half hour his photo approvals had all come in. His profiles were simple. He knew he wasn’t the only cumdump out there, but he made it clear it wanted to be the most monstrous. And, for good measure, he said he was cheating on his boyfriend. His horniness had full control at this point. The guilt was still there, but it was driving this mentality. It was like a drug. It was accelerating the process. Multiple chats opened up. He wasn’t the only hot boy cruising, but from what he saw, he was the only super skinny smooth twink type ready to be a goddamn bareback cum dump. Men were asking him what he was into and he just continue to copy the same reply into each chat. He provided his address and it stated “Come before 3:30AM or don’t come at all”. 15 minutes later a knock at the door and it opened. Tyler was ass up on the bed, nothing on at all. He heard a grunt from what sounded like an older man, just based off the voice. “What a beautiful little faggot”, the man grunted again. Tyler just swayed his ass back and forth enticing the man. This was it. There was no turning back. He felt the man touching, no, caressing his skin like he was a trophy. The man was shaking. Tyler knew he was a prize, and the man was probably thinking he was dreaming just touching him. “Do we need to go over any ground rules or you wanna know my status or anything…” the man began to say. Tyler reached back and lined the man’s dick up to his already puffy hole and slide him right in. The deed was done. Stars flew past Tylers eyes, a million psychedelic colors flooded his vision. The pleasure couldn’t be described. The man’s dick wasn’t especially large, the pleasure wasn’t coming from the sex, it was coming from the act. Random, anonymous, unprotected, dangerous, risky sex. The man grabbed Tyler’s shoulders and began fucking him with force. “Moan for me whore, moan for me better than you do your goddamn boyfriend” The man pounded harder and harder. Tyler could feel his hairy belly jiggling as it slapped the small of his back, and he found that hot. Another milestone. Not only was he having anonymous raw sex, but now with no care as to how the man looked. He could tell the guy was fat, but he was incredibly turned on that he was letting him inside him. Tyler grinned thinking that he didn’t allow him to tell him his status. Then he became horrified, but again the guilt and the lust won over and he moved his tiny hips faster to keep up with the sicko fucking him. Door opened again, and he heard multiple footsteps enter. 2, no, 4, no wait, that sounded like 5 different men. He heard their clothes dropping to the floor as they clamored to get to his mouth with their dicks. The first dick in his mouth was pretty flacid. He looked up to see man who had to be no less than 70 years old. This immediately shook him for a moment, pulling him out of the horniness. This guy was a grandpa, was he really that fucked up. Then the wave came, and the wave was undeniable. Every single inch of his body became tingling with pleasure and as he looked at the wrinkled man, his dick became so incredibly hard and pre cum shot out of it. And Tyler sucked. He sucked that dick like he was going to marry him, like he loved him with every fiber of his being. Balance himself on one hand he brought the other up to touch that wrinkled old body. His dick pulsed in pleasure, his head was beginning to spin more and more. He was close to transcending again, but now he wanted to stay here and feel how disgusting he was. By this point Tyler’s body was being groped and caressed. He was surrounded by six men, one inside him of course. The squishing and spurting sounds from his fucking wet ass as the first man was ramping up his speed to cum turned him on more. An extremely aggressive man pushed the grandpa out of the way and slammed his big dick into Tyler’s through. He held Tyler’s head in place has he forced Tyler to deepthroat his giant rod deeper than Tyler had ever sucked. Tyler upchucked copious amounts of phlegm all over his mouth and the mans dick when he got a breather, and the man slammed even harder back into him. Tyler thought his next was going to break. Again he upchucked more phlegm and the man started smacking him a across the face. These weren’t normal sex hits, these were, ‘take my anger out on you with every force of my being hits”. Tyler’s had was slamming from side to side so fast he though his had was going to fall off. Then the slapping stopped. Slammed into his mouth again was the big dick, just as the first man was howling as he was blowing his load into Tyler. The grandpa bent towards Tyler’s ear, and while Tyler was still barely breathing from having a dick halfway down his throat, the man whispiered “Such a horrific yet beautiful thing you are doing for yourself, as you destroy your life and your relationship,” Tyler could practically hear the man grinning as he tongued Tyler’s ear. “I loved the lust you showed when you touched me. You are a truly sick boy, and I will do anything for truly sick boys.” The dick pulled out of Tyler’s mouth, and despite the goop dripping off his face, the old man leaned in and kissed him. Tyler kissed him back, but he didn’t just kiss him. He kissed him harder than Brandon, Adam, or even Jax. For a moment, time stopped. The man’s words had started and explosion in Tyler’s dick that he could not stop. Everything happened in slow motion. He felt the fire shooting up his shaft and he pushed harder and more desperately to tongue the depths of this faggot grandpa’s mouth. As he was about to cum, Tyler was able to come back to the current moment, and asked “How old are you sir?” “79 you wasteland slut,” The old man smiled, “And I am going to get you pregnant now”. As the man pulled away Tyle saw that his sagging skin had a tramp stamp. An old fuck with a wrinkled tattoo, that turned him on. When it came into view more, he say the biohazard symbol. Tyler felt the old man enter him and the room started to go dark. In the corner of the bed he saw Jax, who had appeared out of nowhere. Tyler knew he was about to transcend without his own control, and yet he was dying to be turned over on his back to make love to this new found grandpa and live up to the sicko that the man called him. Before he could think anymore he fell away from his body, as he ascended into the heavens or hells, not that he knew which, Jax was right beside him. The scene this time was black and white, himself included, he could not see any colors. Within an inch of him this time, stood his naked father and Tyler was also beautifully nude. His father began to touch his perfect body out of impulse. Jax sat in the corner with the most evil grin on his face Tyler had ever seen. “You like it,” Jax said seductively. Tyler couldn’t speak. The feelings were overwhelming. His own dad caressing him like a prize, Tyler couldn’t help but start shaking in delight. Dad began to kiss his neck, Tyler’s dick dripping huge amounts of precum, letting it all happen to him, giving in to nasty desire, sin, and hell. Tyler’s hand was caressing his dad’s massive cock, and Tyler began to faintly, very faintly, since he was so in ecstasy, mouth the words “Fuck me…..fuck me”. “Im not just going to fuck you sick boy,” Dad said, “I’m going to get you pregnant”. They exploded into a heavy embrace, their mouths insanely smashing together. Tyler’s hips were gyrating against that strong hairy body. Laying on his back, Tyler pulled his legs up, showing his smooth pussy, and as he curled his tiny toes on this size 8 feet, he whispered “Fuck me with the dick that created me”. Dad rammed into him, but they again exploded together. Tyler’s cock was having an orgasm where he kept shooting out thick loads of cum between their sweaty bodies, they were grabbing each other everywhere in such extreme lust that they looked like drug addicts. Tyler’s eyes had fully rolled back into his head, all his dad could see was white. The ramming felt like it was going to shake Tyler apart, the sweat was so intense, it looked like the two had just gotten out of the shower. “Yes…..” Jax sneered, “Yes you are fucking sick Tyler Tyler was in such a daze he was just acting instinctually and he was just mouthing, “marry me, marry me, marry me” over and over. His father began to convulse so heavily that Tyler began to snap out of his confusion as he knew what was about to happen. And he craved it. “And that will fuck you up long enough!” Jax all of sudden cried out. Snapping his fingers, Tyler fell away from the scene. Before his dad’s orgasm, before the sickest act, before they began one, Tyler screamed in horror as he watched himself get further from the scene, as he fell back into his body. The old man was fucking him like no 79 year old should have the stamina to do. Two dicks were shoved in Tyler’s mouth and he was still being groped like a trophy. “Sir tell me your name…” Tyler begged. The old man looked into Tyler’s eye, “Mack”, he stated plainly. Then he began to kiss Tyler with the fire of the sick old fuck that he was. And Tyler reciprocated. He heard utterances from the men surrounding him that he was one hell of a fucked up piece of shit, and this only made Tyler’s dick harder. Tyler was making out and making love to Mack as he rammed Tyler’s loose hole like he was making love to his dad in the transcendence. There was no difference. Truly the least attractive man there as the one that had Tyler feeling like he was in heaven. Mack leaned in to Tyler’s ear whispering to him “You know its only going go get more fucked up and twisted from here”. Mack was shaking, and Tyler knew the orgasm was close. He tried to clench his hole as much as possible to give Mack pleasure. His hands slide up and down Mack’s shriveled old body and Tyler continued to experience the most amazing sensations he had ever felt. “Time to become what you know you are meant to be,” Mack yelled, as his head reared back and Tyler’s vision went pure red.

I had to get back to Campus as i had forgotten some papers back in my practice room . Upon return there was an Security gaurd standing around in the hallway near the room i was headed to . He gave me that look we all know so well . Actually an attractive man as as well . He stood about 5'9 with a dark buzz cut and dark eyes and a sexy five o'clock shadw . He looked around 40 yrs about 240 lbs . As i walked passed him i nodded and he noodded back . I said "i forgot some notes in this room " . Luckily , the door was still unlocked . As i entered to grab my stuff he actually followed me in . I turned around and BAM ! all i saw was his buldge and thats all it took . I dropped down unzipped those black pants quicly , pulled out a thick throbbing uncut cock and put all the way to the back of my throat . It all happened so quickly . I didnt care . My cock was so hard . I pulled my shorts all the way off , still on my kneess . Thats when he pulkex me up and we kissed so deep i was in ecstasy . I reached around to his big hairy ass with both hands and squeezed those cheeks so tight he moaned in satisfaction. Thats when he gave me the clue . He arched his ass back as i was still gripping those cheeks . With my finger i magaged to massage his hole . He loved it ! . I turned hin around quickly and slid my hard cock up and down his crack . Man , guy was in heaven. I knew he was mine ! I spit down on my cock and just out the tip of my head. Right on his bussy and just swallowed it right up . His hole was so warm and moist , absolutely amazing ! I thrusted fir about 15 minutes until i finally came deep in his ass and he clenched so hard i thought he was going to bite my dick off with his spincter . Finally , he let loose and i slid out of him . My dick wet with our juices . I kneeled down and lick his hole clean then stood up still holding him from behind . He tilted 5his head back and we deep kissed , this time swapping my load into his mouth. Things happen for a reason . Ill try and forget my papers alot more 😉 Actually , as i was headed home i realized my growlr app was still on lol he had been looking at it , thats how he got me .

New Years Eve -- So just before 9pm I get a text from my special trucker friend: "Change of plans. Meet me at the Comfort Inn & Suites at the exit just west of our truck stop around 11. Company is putting me up for the night. Text me when you're close." So I got a bit more time to try to work on makeup, but didn't like how my foundation and concealer were going so I just washed and cleaned up my face and stuck to my original idea - bright red lipstick. I got in my car around 10:30 and drove east toward the exit. At the 1st Napoleon exit I stopped on the side of the highway under and overpass and texted him, "One exit away. Less than 5 minutes to see you." I waited and got a reply about 3 minutes later. "Parked truck behind hotel. Very close to door. Park near me, text you're here and I'll open the side door so you can get in. Our room is right next to it." So I got back into the flow of traffic and then off at the next exit, then headed to the motel. Sure enough his was the only truck there so it was easy to spot. I parked in a car parking spot not too far from his truck and just as I was about to text him, I saw a curtain open slightly and then a few seconds later the side door. So I looked around, saw no one was coming out and no one was around, grabbed the overnight bag I'd packed, and scurried out of my car and in through the door and into the open room door. "Baby I didn't expect you to be all dressed up, but damn don't you look hot even without long hair and, whoa you have lipstick on!" That was about all we said for the next 10 minutes as we kissed passionately - almost a replay of before. He was fully dressed when he came into the hall to let me in, but was quickly down to his boxers before I even could help him get them off. This time I could see all of his sexy body in brighter light. He has some sort of tribal tattoo in black on his left shoulder and upper arm, something tribal across his back and shoulders, what I can only describe as some sort of a bird (maybe an eagle) on his right shoulder and uppermost arm, and some sort of script writing on his left inner forearm and another tribal symbol on his wrist. He definitely stands about 6'3" without boots on, not at all good with guessing weight but for sure someplace between 200 and 250 with much of it being muscle or muscle that has lost some of its definition.Oh and the overnight bag of mine was dropped almost immediately inside of the door because he was so hot and ready for me. The room had a chair and couch on the other side of the room, but we never made it to the chair. The couch, however, was about to see some heavy duty action! Once inside the door there was a small bench where he'd dropped much of his travel bag and a bathroom across from it, then it opened into the large area with the bed right there and the TV across from the bed with porn already playing. During our kissing he told me how the company made a reservation for him at this hotel, hoping he could get there before midnight, to use for NYE and New Year's Day. They were picking up the tab for all his hard work and wanted him to rest and be off the roads during the peak time for drunks. He was supposed to check in before 10, but he called the hotel and they were okay with him being a wee bit late (10:30pm) so he'd been there getting things ready for us for almost 30 minutes. He kept kissing and moving me closer and closer to the couch on the other side of the room. He had me spread my legs wide and placed me on my knees onto the couch with my face toward the wall and body sort of slung over the back of the couch. He told me he'd been dying to fuck me so bad he just had to have me and always wanted to fuck on a couch. I just let him do whatever he wanted. I was just enjoying the attention and the passion from him, even though I never had a chance to suck his beautiful cock! On the table near the couch was a warmed bottle of lube and a towel and as soon as I was on my knees, a few swats to my ass and a few "I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby" comments later and I was feeling him pull the nylon apart and reveal my wanting hole to him. He lubed up his dick, shot some all over my hole and then entered me. As soon as he was sure he was halfway in, he grabbed the towel and cleaned his hand and then the fun began. Like before lots of grabbing and pressing on my back, my hips and my shoulder area. Gawd he was even more of an animal than last time! Everything was how "I need to fuck you so bad" and how incredible I looked in all black, especially with the heels. He kept asking what other things i had to wear and I just told him they were a surprise for later. I think that made him even more hot because he just began to slam-fuck me harder than even I'd done to any woman when fully aroused, excited and passionately wanting her. Can't say for sure he lasted 10 minutes inside me, but I didn't care. It was incredible to feel his hands on my body and for me to be nearly fully dressed as a sissy and being bred! When he finally did cum inside me I was almost sure that we'd be waking people. Come to find out his company requested he be "at the end of a hall or on a floor away from party goers so he could sleep." which turns out that was the last thing on his mind, but it was great for us with all the noise we were making. So it's now about 11:30 and we decide to take a quick shower - him first and then me so I can change. So at 11:45 I come out wearing the same heels as before, a pair of black lace top stockings, a very long and silken nightgown and the same whore red lipstick as before. He's lying in bed stroking his cock watching gay porn, so I climb onto the bed and take over after a few moments of kissing. His hands are making me feel so amazing. All I wanted to do was just get lost in this man's touch as he caressed my satiny nightgown and made me forget about everything around us - just the incredible feel of sucking on him and making him hard. Then just before midnight, he had me go over and bring the towel and bottle of lube. He worked some into my hole again, then onto his cock. This time, though, he wanted me riding him. I've only been the person being ridden before, never ridden anyone. So this was a total first. I slid down onto him and slowly worked him into my wanting ass. Right as the clock hit midnight, he reached up and grabbed me to kiss me and I felt myself release and let him in. "Happy New Year my slut," he told me as we kissed and he began to gyrate into me. Then his hands cupped my breasts and I just melted into his touch and began to ride him. I'd never felt like more of a slut than I did at that moment riding my stud's cock and hissing as he fingered my nipples and grabbed at my hips holding me tight to his incredible dick. I was fully aroused and protruding from beneath my long gown. He eyed it and lifted the hem of my gown a bit to reveal it. He wanted to watch me cum all over him as we fucked. He didn't have long to wait! Not sure how it happened but he hit my prostate with his cock and it sent a shiver of intense pleasure and ecstasy through my body. He knew he'd hit it and kept me in that spot as much as possible, trying to guide me to repeat it over and over again. He got it right, because with each hit after that I was having intense little spurts of sperm jumping from my clit and onto his abdomen. Then he just wanted me to ride him and get him off. We must have fucked for another 20 minutes before he erupted a huge stream of sperm into my ass, even more than the first deposit he'd placed there an hour ago. He got up, walked over to his bag and pulled a butt plug out and christened my ass with a few slaps of it across my cheeks and then plugged me, keeping all his warm seed in me. I kissed and licked my own sperm off his abdomen area, what was left, and cleaned him up. Then we curled up and just watched porn until I heard him fall asleep around 1am. I fell asleep too not long after. About 4am I awoke to him spreading my legs and putting them over his shoulders. He was about to remove his "seed trapper" as he called it and fuck me. I wiped the little bit of sleep from my eyes and just surrendered totally to him and his desires. Missionary style I just laid there enjoying his cock entering me, fucking me and about 20-25 minutes later cumming inside me again. This time I got up and got a warm cloth to clean him off, then came back to find him fast asleep. I went and took a brief shower with my plug back inside me and then slipped into the outfit I'd originally wanted to wear at the start of the evening, but opted to change up just a bit. I don't know why, but I had this feeling he'd be in a feisty and very horny mood and that outfit would not be seen for very long. Turns out I was right. So I put on a pair of my sexiest black pantyhose and carefully notched a very small finger hole in the ass for him to rip them open and have free access to my ass, and then notched a larger hole in front to feed my still lifeless clit and balls through to give him total access to it for teasing and tormenting it. I then put on a simple gold anklet on my right ankle I'd bought off Etsy a few months back that says "Fuck Me" on it and then set about confining my clit to its black nylon prison. I pulled down the front of my pantyhose and tried to keep calm, non-horny thoughts as I slipped my clit and balls into a silky knee-hi stocking and then carefully fed both through the small hole in the front of my hose. Just as I got both balls through I could feel myself beginning to harden, thinking about how sexy it felt confining this useless thing (at least useless to a man like my lover) and how the little hole would soon be constricting around the base of my clit and balls, making a bit of a painful sensation each time I got thoroughly aroused. It was something a dominatrix friend of mine did to me with rubber bands long ago during CBT - the more horny I got the tighter the bands and the more I had to work to loosen the blood flow otherwise the pain would become overwhelming. With my clit now fully encased and growing larger in its nylon prison, I slipped into a silky little black negligee and black lace bra, then got into a pair of black silk panties. Finally I put on my little black dress, a very short dress that landed about mid-thigh with full length sleeves and slipped back into my black hi heels. I walked back into the bathroom and put on the lipstick again and then went out to the bed area. By this time it was fast approaching 5:30am. I was so tired, but I wanted to look so sexy for him when he awoke. I finished the outfit with some gold jewellery around my neck and my right wrist and then sat down. That was the last thing I remember until around 7am when I felt the hands of my trucker on my breasts. "Oh baby you look so damn hot! Did you do this all for me after we fucked?" I started to open my eyes and reached up to cup his face, pulling him a bit closer to me. I kissed his lips and said, "Yes Daddy." He took me by the hand, twirled me around a few times to examine everything I had on, which is when I noticed the time on the TV saying it was 7:12am. "You're going to spoil me. You look almost too beautiful to fuck and ruin." I just smiled, caressed his cheek and told him, "But I'm your little fuck doll. You're supposed to enjoy the wrappings and then when you're ready, fuck the shit out of me." He crawled onto my lap and began to kiss me deeply. I lost all sense of time after this moment. I was just lost in his passion and desire to have me, and for my own to feel this way. I remember we kissed for quite a while before he climbed off and knelt on the couch beside me, pushing my head down and forcing me to suck his cock, even though I wanted to so badly. I'd say I had to have been between his hairy thick legs for at least 30 minutes kissing, licking, nibbling and sucking on his beautiful manhood and balls. He was as hard as the moment I walked in the door earlier, maybe even more so. His cock seemed to be thoroughly stretched to its limits in size and thickness. I just kept worshipping it and moaning over it as I sucked him and tasted his truly sweet precum. All the while his hands had been on my breasts, which helped to only heighten my arousal and my desire to become his whore once again. Then he somehow caught a glance of my clit - thoroughly encased in black nylon and throbbing like in the days when I used to fuck women. It'd been years since it was this large. "You put your cock in nylon?" I just smiled as I looked up into his face, "Yes Daddy." His hand caressed me and I moaned. He stroked it and precum began to ooze more onto the black nylon. "Does this make you even more horny, baby?" Again I just smiled and kept looking at his face, "Yes Daddy." He pulled away and got on his knees in front of me, spread my legs wide and got between them. He began to suck me with the nylon on. "Gawd this feels so hot!" My hands were now brushing over his salt-n-pepper stubble on his head enjoying the feel of his touch on me. "I've only done this in self play and photos. But if you like it, I'll lock myself in it each time you call me to be your toy for the night, Daddy." He went back to sucking on me and feeding my urges to mate with him even more. I was now caressing his hairy back and moaning louder as he kept sucking me. "Oh Daddy, Daddy, gawd I need you Daddy. Fuck this little whore. Please, fuck me!" He kept teasing me, sucking me and edging me close to cumming. He'd stop just as he knew I was getting to that point I might let loose and go back to kissing my breast area or kissing at my legs. "You're such a whore. You're now my whore. You are my nylon clad little fuck slut. And when I fuck you .... right now ...... you will be mine until I release you." He reached down and pumped my clit a few more times and then stood over me, feeding me his cock and holding my head as he began to face-fuck me. I just gripped his hairy ass-cheeks lovingly and enjoyed the feel of being taken, used and treated like a total whore. He pulled out of my mouth and motioned for me to get on the bed. I glanced briefly at the time - 8:27am. I got on the bed on all fours and felt Daddy come up behind me, slap my ass several times and tell me he was going to fuck me so rough. "Yes Daddy. Your whore needs to be fucked. Please breed me. Please. I beg it. Please!" He ripped open my hose from the back, pulled out the plug and flipped me onto my back. He spread my legs wide and crawled up onto the bed, pushing me backwards to give himself more room, and then put my legs over his shoulders. "Breeding happens in the missionary position, whore." He slapped my legs and then my breasts and almost looked like he wanted to strike me more. This was the first time I'd ever stared into the eyes of anyone so eager to take me like this. His passion was almost scary! "Yes Daddy, do it. Do it," I begged him, not sure if I wanted him to fuck me or keep striking me. I just knew I wanted whatever came next. What I got was beyond unexpected. He shoved his totally bare cock into me - no lubricant in my hole or on his cock, other than his cum from a few hours ago that was still there. The pain and pleasure mix was enough to make me on the edge of blacking out. I could feel my eyes roll into the back of my head and my cock go from totally hard to totally limp, then back to semi-hard in mere moments. He showed me no mercy. It was a non-stop pound-a-thon fuck my pussy took. I was crying "Daddy" over and over as he just told me repeatedly that I loved it, wanted it, needed it. He would slow for a bit to keep himself from cumming, but then would go right back to relentless pounding. If I had long fingernails I'm sure they would have left tracks on his lower back and ass. I was so wanting this. I'd never felt this much desire despite being fucked before. "Oh gawd Daddy please seed me, please, please, put that cum deep in me" I cried out. He leaned down, kissed me hard, slapped my face lightly and said, "I'll impregnate you when I'm good and ready, whore! I"m going to teach you respect for this dick and for me! Your pussy is going to ache for my dick again, and again, and again!" I just kissed him back hard, "Oh yes Daddy! Use me. Do with me as you see fit!" He went right back to pounding. By now I'd moved my hands from his body to the sheets under me, which were wadded up tight in my grip. My mouth was so open and dry by this point from gasping at every thrust I could possibly have fit two dicks into it. I still felt like I had moments where I either did or might black out, but it was the most enjoyable thing I'd ever felt. He leaned down and kissed me one more time before he pumped several more hard thrusts into my pussy and cried out "Yeeeesssssssssssss" as he came inside of me. He collapsed onto me and I just wrapped both arms and legs around him, holding him in place. He was exhausted. I was exhausted. He'd shot one very large and very powerful load into me, even more than any of our previous fucks that night or the time before when I met him. In fact, I could still feel him pulsating sperm into me after he collapsed onto me. And me? Well I had barely been able to keep track of the fact that I shot off 2 consecutive ejaculations into that nylon sheath of mine - one not long before he slapped my face and one just moments before he ejaculated into me. I have no idea how long we laid there just gasping for air and straining to find energy, but I know it had to be longer than 10 minutes. I tried to see the TV, but had no way to until Daddy finally got enough energy to move - the clock read 9:33. My lover had fucked me for well over 45 minutes nearly non-stop and definitely rang in my New Year. I didn't leave his hotel room until around 10:15, after letting him shower and then me getting a quick shower and changing into "guy" clothes.

Happy Better Next Year Everyone!!! Part 17 The next couple months just seemed to fly by. Of course, the sex between us was non stop. And we did quite a few more shows for Dante and Carlos, including my first gangbang. They got me spun as fuck and 19 guys dumped 25 loads in me that night. The icing on the cake was it ended with my first fisting. Colt did the honours, and I couldn't have been happier as I looked deeply into his beautiful green eyes through my meth and popper haze as his knuckles pushed past my sphincter and my ass lips closed around his wrist. I slipped into another plane as his big hand brutalized my prostate eventually milking an earth shattering orgasm from me. My favourite show however, was the day a local leather bar shut down for a private party and Colt and I were the guests of honour. We played two straight cowboys who wandered into the leather bar by mistake. We soon realized our mistake of course, but it was too late for us. We were grabbed and quickly shackled. Our clothes were torn from us and we were both slammed. What followed was three hours of non stop fucking. We played our parts well and fought against our captors as they strapped us down over the bar. We screamed as our "virgin" holes were ripped open by big hard man cocks. We begged for mercy and pleaded as we were raped and bred over and over. I admit it was all kind of one big blur as the men went between me and Colt, keeping our asses full the entire time. There was like 30 men there. So we had at least 20 loads pumped into each of us. The video ended with us being forced into cages for a future slave auction. It was a lot of fun, and we made good money from it. A couple weeks later it was the Friday before spring break. Colt and I had decided to take a trip to Florida and see what kind of trouble we could get into. I mean, thousands of drunk horny college boys who don't always get pussy, something's bound to happen. Especially with Colt in a pair of tiny white speedos that are practically see through advertising his huge cock and world class ass. Even straight boys wouldn't be able to refuse that! Of course, someone had different plans for us. I was surprised when I got a notice to go to the principal's office after last period, and even more surprised when I saw Colt already sitting there waiting. I got real nervous. What if someone had spotted us during one of our on campus hookups? I could only imagine what was going to happen. I didn't say anything as I sat down next to Colt. He didn't either, but I could tell he was thinking the same thing. Eventually, the office door opened and Sarge stepped out. We called him Sarge, because he had been a Sargeant in the Marine Corps before getting his teaching degree and moving up into administration. And he ran the school with military efficiency. He was both feared and respected. You did not fuck with this man. He was only 5'10", but he was jacked. I mean, I assumed he was. He always wore a suit, but you could see his bulging muscles underneath. And his steele blue eyes could bore right into your soul. They sat above a crooked nose that you could tell had been broken a couple of times, and a strong square jaw that looked like it could chew metal. He topped it off with his silver buzz cut which completed his commanding, authoritative look. The man meant business! "You may go ahead a leave Mrs. Dubois." He said to his assistant. He never used people's first names. It helped keep his air of authority. "I'll probably be with these boys for a while." Colt and I just swallowed nervously. "Yes Sir, Sarge." She said as she gathered her things. "You have a nice break now." Colt and I watched her leave before turning our gaze back to Sarge. He just looked down on us menacingly, and without a word, Colt and I stood with our heads bowed and slunk into his office. Sarge locked the door as we sunk down into the chairs at his desk. "Did I tell you you could sit?" He barked at us. "No Sir!" We both shouted, instinctively standing at attention. Sarge just silently eyed us as he slowly sat in his chair. Sweat broke out on my brow, and a quick glance at Colt, I could see it on him too. Sarge turned to his laptop and started typing. Then he slowly turned it toward us. My blood ran cold. There, on the screen, was me and Colt, in the leather bar, getting railed. Sarge typed a couple keys and the video switched. Now it was me getting fisted. Another switch and it was Colt getting gangbanged. Switch after switch revealed that Sarge had every one of our shows. The nervous sweat just poured off me. "Well, Mr. Sawyer, Mr. Collins." Sarge finally said. "It seems the two of you have the most interesting hobby." Colt and I stood there in dead silence, shaking from nerves. Sarge sat there enjoying our uncertain fear. "STRIP!" He finally ordered us. Colt and I didn't even think. We were naked in a flash, returning instinctively to attention. Sarge stood up and walked around us, taking in our young, naked bodies. He snickered as he grabbed my crotch which was locked up. Colt had put the cage on me a couple of days ago. "I definitely would have pegged you to be the bitch in this relationship, Collins." He sneered. "If I hadn't seen the evidence that you're both a couple of bitches!" He released my crotch and grabbed Colt's, squeezing it. "But you both can be a couple of bulls too. I like that." He continued. "Now, bend over and spread your legs!" Colt and I complied as Sarge walked around behind us. He licked his fingers and stuck one in each of our holes. "You sluts have pretty loose pussies already for a couple of 18 year olds." He laughed as he fingered us. "But I guess from what I've seen, it's to be expected." He pulled his fingers out and grabbed Colt by the hair, forcing him to his knees. He dragged Colt's head to my ass and pushed his face against it. "Start eating that pussy, faggot!" He ordered Colt. "Since this little bitch is locked up, I guess he's the one gonna get fucked!" My fear was gone now, quickly replaced with horny lust as it was obvious we weren't in trouble for anything. Who knew Sarge wasn into this shit too? My cock strained in it's confines as Colt hungrily devoured my hole. "That's it faggot." Sarge encouraged him. "Get that pussy nice and wet. That loose cunts not getting any other lube!" Colt doubled his effort getting as much spit into my hole as he could before Sarge pulled his head off me. "Now fuck the bitch!" He demanded. Colt stood up and placed the tip of his now rock hard dick against the pucker he knew all too well. Without hesitation, he started to pushed into me. Even with my spit wet hole hole, I was pretty dry, and it hurt. But Sarge didn't care. "Get that dick in him NOW, faggot!" Sarge yelled at Colt. Colt just grabbed my shoulders and used his strong abdominal muscles to force his cock into my defenseless hole. I moaned out in pain as Colt bottomed out in me. "Oh yeah." Groaned Sarge. "That's what I like to see. Two young bucks like you. Now fuck the bitch!" Colt gripped my shoulders tight as he started slamming into me. My eyes watered from the friction as Colt sawed in and out of me. Then Sarge pulled a little brown bottle out of a drawer and held it up to me. I was thankful as I desperately huffed the fumes which provided much needed relief to my anal passage. Soon I was moaning in lust and begging for Colt's hard fuck. "Oh yeah boys." Sarge groaned as he watched the show. I saw him pull his hard cock out and Jesus. It was huge! Not long, maybe 7 inches, but fat! Fatter than Colt's! It took both of Sarge's hands to go around it as he stroked himself. Colt was so turned on by this whole scene I knew he was about to nut, and sure enough, a few strokes later and I felt the soothing cum erupting from him, offering a little relief to my burning insides. The relief was short lived however, as Sarge made me lie on his desk with my legs in the air. He smiled as he looked as Colt's cum dripping out of my hole. "Clean his cock bitch!" He ordered as he grabbed my thighs and pressed his cock head against my dripping cunt. I opened my mouth and Colt placed his slimey cock into it right as Sarge slammed his fat torpedo right into me in one hard thrust. My scream was muffled by Colt's big cock in my throat. "Fuck yea!" Sarge grunted as he held my thighs tight and jack hammered my hole. "I love to hear my bitches scream!" My eyes filled with tears as Colt grabbed the poppers and held them under my nose. Once Colt pulled his cock out, my cries had turned to moans as Sarge pounded me relentlessly. "Oh God yes!" I moaned. "Fuck me Sarge!" I begged. "Give me that fat cock Sir! Fuck my pussy, FUCK ME!" Sarge just smiled sadistically as he brutally rammed me. Soon he buried himself in me and let out a growl as I felt his cock throb and flex as he seeded me. When he was done, he pulled out and looked at Colt, snapping his fingers and pointing to his crotch. Colt was on his knees in a flash in front of Sarge with his mouth wide open. He dutifully cleaned it all off before Sarge pushed his head back toward my hole. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." He directed Colt. "And you bitch, push those loads out!" He commanded me. I did as I was told and could feel my hole expand as it made wet farting sounds as I pushed the cum out. "Oh, such pretty pussy lips." He moaned. "So pink and puffy. Such a nice used cunt." I squeezed out all I could onto Colt's waiting tongue. After he swallowed it down, Sarge told us to get dressed and leave. As we were about to walk out the door, he stopped us. "Sawyer, Collins." He barked as he held out a piece of paper. "My place, tommorow. 6pm. Bring your football uniforms. DON'T BE LATE!" "Yes Sir." Was all we could manage to say as we left his office. That night Colt unlocked me so I could fuck him and get some release after what had happened. Then we fell asleep in each other's arms contemplating what could be in store for us tomorrow. Also, we wondered. If Sarge knew about our video antics, did anyone else?

Part 2 As with all of my Stories, this is fantasy, names have been changed, and any reference to a real person that has that same name in this story is just a coincidence. Robert swam up behind Jacob in the pool. The event was clothing optional. "Hi. I'm Robert." Jacob turned around. In front of him stood a 6'1" tall, 52y/o 340lbs Chub bear, with salt and pepper hair on his chest. Between his legs was a 8" uncut cock that was on it's own, just enough to make most sluts beg for it. Robert had something special though. He had a PA as well. "H-h-hi. I'm Jacob." He sputtered. "You are cute. Maybe I'll see you around later." Robert said before he swam off to the other end of the pool. "I hope so daddy." Jacob stood there in disbelief that his chub bear daddy god would say high to him. The disbelief changed to shock as he watched Robert swim up behind Jeremiah, wrap his arms around him, and give him a belly to back bearhug. Jeremiah had no idea who was behind him, but he didn't care. He was just glad that someone wanted to hug him. Jacob on the other hand was kind of pissed. Why was Robert hugging Jeremiah, and why didn't he get a hug like that? Jacob didn't realize that the seed of jealousy was all part of Robert's plan to make sure that Jacob got a Christmas gift that he could never return. Jacob was 5'9, 310lbs, and smooth. Most guys that like chubs would love Jacob but he was really only into other chubs like Jeremiah was. Hence why he always viewed Jeremiah has competition at events. Later that night, Jeremiah is in the play area. Up in the sling, lube packet on his belly. Hoping for another chub that was at least vers, if not a top, would come in and make him feel hot and bothered. Jacob walked in, saw Jeremiah, scoffed, and went and sat down on a bench. While Jacob was looking at the porn on the tv, Robert snuck in the room. He hid along the walls in the shadows. Enough light that you could see someone was there, but not who. Jacob walked over to Jeremiah, who is still in the sling and rubbed his belly. It startled Jeremiah, as he knew darn well Jacob wasn't the kind to like another chub bottom, plus all the stuff Jacob had said to him in the past made this especially out of place. Jeremiah didn't have to wait long to see what Jacob was up to. Jacob grabbed the lube, and then yanked on Jeremiah's balls. "You've been in the sling long enough, get out." Jeremiah, in pain, and not wanting to fight with Jacob decided to get out and inform someone about what had just happened. Robert had another idea though. He snuck back out in the shadows and waited for Jeremiah to exit the room. When Jeremiah made it outside, Robert stopped him. He could see the tears in Jeremiah's eyes. This year had been really hard on him. Finding out he was poz almost ended him, and now this shit with Jacob was pushing him to his limit once again. Robert took his hand and wiped the tears from his eyes. "It's ok. He's not going to hurt you anymore. You've been thru so much this year. Take a deep breath and let me deal with him, ok? Just head to the hot tub, and wait there, I'll be there in a bit. We will talk more there. Don't worry about Jacob, ok? I'll deal with him." Robert says as he pulled Jeremiah in for a hug. "Um, ok." Jeremiah said to Robert. He didn't really know who Robert was, but he was super sweet, and the piercing blue eyes, didn't hurt either. Jeremiah got his towel and started to head to the hot tub. Once he was out of sight, Robert put the "Closed for Cleaning" sign up for the playroom. He was about to make sure that Jacob had a night he would never forget....

Part 1 As with all of my Stories, this is fantasy, names have been changed, and any reference to a real person that has that same name in this story is just a coincidence. "Positive?! What do you mean POSITIVE??!!" screamed Jacob, at the doctor. "Well, that's what the test says. I know this is hard to hear, but it's not a death sentence anymore." The doctor tried to comfort Jacob, but all those years of teasing guys, chasing the bug, while on Prep, and telling people he wasn't on prep, finally caught up with him. Where it started Jacob has always been one of those guys that liked being in a relationship when it was convenient for him. At bear and chub events, he would be a total slut for any chubby or chubby bear guy that would breed him. There was a chub4chub that would go to those events that Jacob didn't care for. He viewed Jeremiah as competition for the chubby daddies that like to top. Jeremiah was 5'7, brown hair, blue eyes, and bounced between 320-360lbs. He has a 5.5-6"c cock. If Jeremiah got back down to his high school weight, it would probably be closer to 7"c cock. Jacob new that Jeremiah would have loved to have fucked him, since Jeremiah is Vers, but all Jacob ever did was tease Jeremiah. Unfortunately for Jeremiah, the one thing he never thought would have happened, happened. He got pozzed. He found out when he went to the doctor to start the process of getting on prep. Jeremiah thought that it was just going to be normal blood test, but the bitchy fairy of fate had other plans. (Side Note: The story of how Jeremiah got pozzed will be a separate story) Jacob on the other hand, had been negative, and taking prep. He went to several events and actually lied and cheated on his partner. They broke up because Jacob couldn't figure out what he actually wanted. Did he want a BF or just a BF in name only? It was a pattern that had repeated itself over and over. Different boyfriend, same outcome. This time it caught up with him. Jacob had run out of prep before his last adventure at a chub event. He didn't think anything would happen at the event. He was wrong though. In the shadows was chub daddy that was just his type, freshly pozzed and a super high viral load, and he had plans for payback for the way Jacob had treated 5 other people that Robert knew, including how Jacob had treated Jeremiah too. cont..... (sorry for the short part 1. Part 2 will be longer, and uncut >:})

🌳Taking Root: Part 1 - Tainted Seed☣🌱 The distinct sound that could be heard through the woods was a constant thud, heavy with force that echoed in the dark to a consistent rhythm until as one approached you could hear the panting of the jogger. Robert gazed forward with athletic determination with those forceful strides on the ground as his eyes darted left and right along the dark morning path, feeling the drive he normally did every morning. As the college sophomore encouraged his body to jog forward through the peaceful scenery he checked his watch and took note of the time. Once again he was ahead of schedule so with a slight sense of self criticism he slowed his pace; knowing that one of his favorite parts of the woods was coming up. The strikes on the ground from the joggers feet slowed to a more quiet pace and Robert’s slowing gasps filled the volume around him. Robert pulled his arms above his head to help his heart flow; his arm wiping away the sweat from his brown hair with the cold morning air chilled his skin. He slowly walked along the path, slowly rotating in a casual manner and confirmed no one else was around. He spotted the offshoot path which was flowered with orchids nearby. Robert was a bit more quick to turn his head up and down the path: ensuring one last time no one was around before he reached down and grabbed most of the orchids and slipped past the tree line to his secluded spot. Robert was a bit amazed how many more orchids had appeared to build up along the entrance path than the week before. He had found this spot a month ago when he noticed the first few orchids and it was like nature’s indication to mark an area off for him. He placed the flowers he had snatched in a pile behind the trees as he didn’t want anyone else to possibly find this spot while he exploited it’s lush private environment. And again Robert felt a ping of excitement as it seemed that the enclosure had grown more lush; the path not possibly viewable through the branches, grass and shrubbery. A grin emerged as Robert reached into his jogging shorts and felt his shaft start to firm up in his hand. The young man’s heart rate kept consistent but his heart beat started to exert a more forceful pulse as Robert started falling into that lusting focus. His other hand slowly reached up his shirt to tweak his nipple to send a slight jolt throughout his body to further encourage a quick arousal and he knew he didn’t have that much time to risk. He gazed back once more towards the entrance before he finally abandoned his sense of decency to further expose himself to make it quick. Robert yanked down his jogging shorts exposing his ass cheeks to the cold morning air which brought on even more excitement in Robert’s mind not having been this exposed before. His shaft engorged quickly as he firmly gripped his cock to encourage blood flow to fill his shaft fully. Robert closed his eyes, focused on trying to make this a quick jerk off and rushed the experience for fear of being exposed to this much. To his shock, this further cloaked Adam’s presence as the grounds keeper grinned with a corrupted smile in the dark. “You know, it’s very possible that maybe those orchids had a purpose for others and not just you young man.” The sharp disruption of sound immediately overwhelmed Robert and he froze in the dark. It took an immense amount of will to slowly open his eyes and he almost nearly screamed in shock as he saw right before him not a mere five feet in the secluded area an older gentleman leaning up against a tree, the glow from his tobacco pipe lightly illustrating his face in the dark. “I-I-” Robert stumbled as he panicked, not realizing that his shorts had become entangled with the shrubbery behind him and he gasped as he fell. The panicking young man landed hard on the ground and frantically tried to kick the shrubbery off, but eerily they were fully enmeshed even through the fabric and he was forced to kick them off and rapidly tried to get up. He turned to head back towards the path but felt a tug on his shirt yank him back and he fell yet again on the ground. On his back the air was knocked out of him and he coughed before a strong hand covered his mouth and he nearly screamed as fear fully overwhelmed him. He was exposed waist down, to a stranger in the woods, and yet what shocked him even more was the stranger gestured to his groin and they could both see that Robert was still fully erect. “You need to calm down, bud.” Adam grunted as his hand firmly stayed placed over Robert’s lips. “The only thing you’ve done wrong so far is ruin the Orchid’s that mark this area…what makes you think this spot is entirely for you?” Robert could feel the mature hand that had a lingering earthy scent loosen it’s grip but not fully release it’s captor to where he could talk. “I’m so sorry, I’ll never do this again. I didn’t mean to destroy the flowers, I just didn’t want to shock anyone else that might come here- The glow of Adam’s pipe increased as he took a puff before he removed his hand and blew a cloud in Robert’s face. The smoke overwhelmed the young man and he was prompted to try to cough but it just numbed his panicking senses in an anomalous way. He suddenly felt Adam’s other hand firmly grab the younger man’s shaft to let the combination of smoke and sensation fuse into Robert’s consciousness. “The only one that appears to be shocked is you bud. Need to figure out not to be so selfish and realize that the park is for everyone’s enjoyment.” Robert’s eyes gazed out as his head fell back onto the grass and he felt his cock start to leak in it’s massage. His heartbeat slowed to a more erotic beat as lust and curiosity started to seep into control over the shock and fear. But those still had a grasp initially as the young man suddenly tried to snap into reality. “No no, please, we shouldn’t. We could get caught-” Again the older gentleman took a puff from his pipe but this time fully kissing Robert and filling his lungs. Robert’s consciousness finally was void as the substances overwhelmed his sense of precaution and the young man started to kiss back. The smoke triggered endorphins and primal sensations almost with a numbing effect; urging Robert to enjoy this sudden bliss exclusively. Little did he know that these inhibitions, while entirely natural, were not at all common. Adam’s boldness grew vigorously malicious with intent. He grabbed Robert’s hand closest between them and brought it to his own groin, revealing that he’d had his shaft out his overalls the entire time and was surprised when Robert instead of stroking it leaned forward to enjoy a taste. An eager tongue slid under the shaft before lips enclosed it and a satisfying groan escaped the man’s throat. He succulently indulged in this primal urge and Adam got in a more comfortable stance letting go of Robert’s shaft as the young man slowly stroked himself. The groundskeeper grinned with ardent joy with Robert’s newly discovered desire as his cock firmed up fully in the young man’s mouth and started to secrete a natural but not quite ordinary fertile seed. Robert could taste the precum start to seep out of the stranger’s shaft and shudders erupted out of the young man as it tasted like sweet, earthy sap. He rolled his eyes, sucking more intensely to indulge in this taste and soon it encouraged a steady flow while his throat grew more accustomed to the length; passing deep into his throat but the exceptional seed had numbed his throat to avoid gag reflex. “Tastes pretty damn delicious doesn’t it, bud?” Adam chuckled and he could see the jogger falling into a heavier daze as he guzzled the hypnagogic jiz. Robert felt spontaneous shivers and trembles ripple throughout his body. He had even abandoned his own shaft with the sweet taste too good to resist fully enjoying it. The effects of which were starting to corrupt Robert’s sensations even further and without a second thought he would disregard any normal doubts. “I think you’d really get a thrill climbing my tree trunk huh bud?” The jogger sheepishly grinned, almost in a foggy state as the sap continued to numb his inhibitions and mental precautions. He slowly rolled over as Adam got up and sat on the ground, his fertile shaft fully stemming a strong erection high as tainted precum drooled a slick natural flow in what little starlight shined through the shrouded area. Without any second thought or hesitation, Robert mindlessly in a slight catatonic state straddled his new found fuck friend before impaling himself rather easily onto Adam’s shaft as if by instinct. The altered cum served well in copious amounts as a slick substance until the friction started to stick to the inside lining of the younger man’s ass. As he humped, Robert found it slightly difficult to fully pull off more and more so; initially displeased with a near dunce whine. It wasn’t long before Robert was cooing before shrieking a sharp gasp clutching the nearby ground. He felt Adam’s shaft grow thicker in girth at the base to seal his hole tight. Once the shaft had engorged in width it started to pulse and grow in length; snaking deeper within the jogger than any other man could possibly go. Drool slowly streamed past the catatonic lips with Robert almost fully under the numbing effects from Adam’s mutated pre-cum penetrating deep within him and the discharged substance spreading out before coating his insides and saturating the muscle tissues harshly and invasively. The tobacco pipe glowed deep red, eerily bringing detail to a devilish grin in the dark that normally would have creeped Robert into terror but any precautionary inhibition was absent with the toxins and viral strain pouring into his blood flow and starting to mutate his cells. “Hehe, got an eager sprout now don’t we?” Adam firmly grabbed onto the new converts waist as he focused the shaft to grow further to the most he could muster. He could feel his dick sliding ever further deep into the core of the young man’s body. He could feel his slick toxic precum coat the insides with an increasing fluid slickness that started to make him shudder. He had thought to just get off by encouraging a mutual jackoff with the frequent jogger. But when he saw Robert disrespecting nature’s growing abundance which was encouraging this act; he knew he had to inspire the miscreant to better understand the vegetation. How it encouraged him to be a bit frisky and transparent in exposure. How it celebrated in essence the bliss he was about to feel as Adam gasped; feeling his nuts pull up and start pumping toxic mutated cum down the length of his shaft. “Here’s your fuck seed up your cunt! Can’t wait to see what fruits you’ll help bear with other visitors!” Adam called out feeling his orgasm echo down his shaft and unloading into the young convert. He had wondered what the effects of his cum would be since he had suffered from a freak accident with an experimental fertilizer “donated” from a company close to the city board members. Despite his criticisms on how it was delivered, he found himself directly exposed and was hospitalized from the immediate toxic effects. But after recovering he started to notice a sensational “bond” with the plants in the woods….and it seemed to echo even moreso when he realized he’d run out of his HIV meds and his viral load increased through his system. “Ah well, What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and I’m not likely to hear criticism out of you sprout.” Adam reflected looking up at his new convert. Robert looked down in a blissful state and grin, slowly his eyes turning green and casting a mirrored glow as his body succumbed quickly to the sensations of the mutated virus. Adam slowly rubbed the young man’s cheek, feeling his shaft slowly die down to where he could start to slip out. As he leaned forward, he kissed Robert deeply and felt a resembling tingle in tasting the saliva in his mouth before numbing but only briefly as he was immune of course. Robert stood up, toxic fertile cum dripping out of his hole in his easier going oaf state. He looked at the shorts he’d worn coming in and stood a bit dumbfounded wondering what he was supposed to do with them as they were tangled and practically ruined in the thorns that had snatched them. “Well, you took a long enough break jogging, if you catch up maybe you can run home quickly to avoid seeing another jogger this morning….or hopefully spot another jogger so they can try that hole out too. Just remember not to damage mother nature’s markers for these “discreet” areas to get fucked in your hunger for fun.” Robert didn’t look back at Adam as he simply started jogging back to the opening he’d come through earlier while it seemed to reactively part ways for him. Once again the glowing red embers reflected a mischievous grin on Adam’s face as he slowly rubbed his half hard cock. “Glad he takes to nature so fast!”

Bi-the way…… I have always considered myself tolerant of guys who were not like me, straight, especially when one of my best friends came out to me my senior year in high school. We had been planning to room together in college and his news didn’t change my mind. In fact I was somewhat intrigued at the thought of having a gay roommate. We never did anything with each other and had our own friends. One of my other friend said he knew two roommates who were bisexual, and he thought they would go out with us and we’d have a good time. They were very sexual and it would be easy to score some college pussy off these girls. We planned an easy evening and ended up in the girls' one bedroom apartment off campus (It was apparent the girls slept together all the time.) We were drinking all night long when one of the girls pulled out a strange glass pipe and began smoking some strange white crystal. The girls remarked the crystal really got them horny with the intense desire to be fucked. At first I was reluctant to indulge, but my friend lit up and exhaled a big white cloud, handed me the pipe and torch, grunting I’d love the feeling of fucking on this shit. I decided 'what the hell', lit the pipe and took in a big hit. After that we got down to business. We were all kissing and peeling off our clothing as the first hit affected me in a positive way. We all kept smoking as we kissed, licked, sucked and eventually fucked. Both girls were hot and my bud and I took turns fucking each girl. Then something strange happened. I was eating one of the girls out when I started getting the best blow job of my life. As I paused in eating the pussy, the second girl kissed me, leaving me wondering in my drugged-up mind, who's hot mouth was on my hard cock. You guessed it: looking down I saw my buddy sucking my cock. "What the fuck?" I exclaimed. "Oh, I didn't tell you - I'm also bisexual," he remarked and then went back to servicing my my cock. One of the girls urged me to take another hit from the pipe. One hit turned into five big hits. While my buddy sucked my cock one of the girls began to lick my ass. This was also a new sensation for me and it drove me crazy. I quickly shot my load down my buddy’s throat as the girl kept sticking her tongue deep inside my hole. I zoned-out in pleasure, and when I began to resurface, I found my buddy was crouched between my legs, face to face with me. Looking into my eyes he asked "Enjoying yourself?" "Hell, yeah," I groaned in replied, whereupon I received my first man to man kiss. His hard cock was also prodding my soaked hole. For some strange reason I can’t explain I let him continue and the tip of his hard cock penetrated my virgin ass. There was a noticeable pain as he started to breach my hole. He seemed to know I was in some discomfort as he broke our kiss instructing me "Breathe in deep, breathe with my cock," adding "Give this a minute or so - I'll stop if you want, but within a couple of minutes I would think you'll be begging for me to fuck you." As he anticipated, gradually my ass relaxed and my buddy was able to slide his entire eight inch rock hard cock deep into my (formerly) tight ass. When he reached full depth he began to slowly rock in and out as he gave me another kiss. This time I let his tongue enter my mouth. While his kiss had me slightly distracted he began to slowly pull out and slide back in. While he began to slowly fuck me, the girls were making out and 69’ing eating each other’s pussies. I’m not sure when it happened but my friend stroked my hard cock telling me "It looks like you are really enjoying being fucked." He wasn’t kidding, as he fucked me all I could do was moan and grunt my approval. I then surprised myself when I asked him to fuck me, fuck me hard. I heard his breathing change as his cock grew harder deep in my hole. I knew what was about to happen but didn’t try to stop it as he grunted out and I felt his cock spasm inside me.

I wondered if anyone else is keeping a load tally? Despite Covid I managed to take over 270 loads in 2021 but this is down from previous years. So my new year resolution is... Must be more of a slut! 2021 - 276 loads 2020 - 343 loads 2019 - 432 loads Love a few extra loads, based in Swindon UK 10mins from M4. No load refused!

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I don't mind a guy feeling my hole and finding how open it is with his finger tips before sinking his hard cock or full hand in, but I hate getting finger fucked. There's nothing pleasurable about it, especially for a fist and size pig like me. Either fuck me with your erect cock or put your entire hand in. The finger (or even two) is just an uncomfortable tease.

I fully agree with you, fingers hurt cock feels great. The worst are guys that don't fuck and think they can satisfy someone by just fingering you and rubbing their cock on the outside of your hole.

Just had my first poz load of the new year. this top was driving thru my city and i met him at a public park and we paid a visit to a port-a-potty where he bent me over and bred my neg ass. yummy can't wait to see him again.

I did years ago when I was in high school and honestly it freaked me out and I stopped. I haven’t done it since but know it’s a lot of guys and a lot of loads. It’s only January 2nd and I’ve been with five guys, was fucked by all five bareback, taken eight loads off those five guys, fucked three of the five as well (all bare back) and pumped five loads in those guys.

I woke up when the alarm went off and I was so excited. I got around and a little breakfast and showered saved and cleaned out. Those two loads were still in my ass. I was hard thinking about that hot hole I bred last night. That is only the second time I have done that. Wow, I want to get inside him again. When I got over to Bryce’s he was drinking coffee and had me inside. My dick was still hard, and he had to grab my balls again and squeeze them hard to put my cage on me. It had been a long time since I wore it, and it was not liking it all that much. He told me to undress and get on the sofa and spread your ass. He snapped a few pictures, then told me to spread my hole, which I did, and he snapped or pictures. Then he said stand up and let me take some pictures of you with your cage on. I stepped around and he coached me to be seductive looking. He went over and worked on his computer and told me to get dressed. Grab a few waters, we need you hydrated for the film. One the way up he said, let me explain what is going to happened today. They are all hung, I know you love that. You will be blindfolded again, there are three scenes, much like before. There is a fuck bench, sling and table. You will have an assistant. You can decide if he fucked you or not. You will meet him when we check in. I need you to know, you are under no obligation to fuck the assist and there will be no more money if you do. You can, if you want. It is up to you! I am very excited for you, this is a very special production, you are very fortunate they chose you! I know Sir, it is so good to have you back Sir. Bryce put his hand on leg and said it is good to be back. I asked about our plans, he said, let’s not talk about that. I am your manager right now. Let me focus on that. Yes, Sir, sorry Sir. It is okay but you need me to be focused on your success there will be plenty of time to talk after. We made to the studio; the assistant came out to get me, fuck this guy looked like a geek god. Tall, hairy chest, brown eyes, dark hair and a hot body. Big bulge, I turned to Bryce and said, he can fuck me. Bryce said, I will let the director know. The assistant Geo and I went back to the showers, he went into the office to do paperwork, he also said he would let the director know there would be five tops. Geo seemed sweet and manly; he had broken English which make him hotter. I undressed and he helped me shower, then lubed my hole with that gun and make me hold it with a butt plug. He leaned in and kissed me. Wow, hot kisser I said, he kissed me more and said, I love small guys with little dicks and big ass. You are so hot. I rubbed his big dick, he pulled it out and out flopped a beautiful dark uncut dick, had to be 9.5 inches and thick as a beer can. I jacked his dick and sucked his skin and pushed back the skin and licked his head. He was leaking so much precum, it tasted amazing. He stood me up and took me to the shower and pulled the plug out and let the lube pour out. He grabbed me and put me down, so my hands were on the bench and my ass was up. He pulled my ass apart and lubed up his dick and slide it inside me. He fucked me for fifteen minutes and shot his load inside me. He then helped me up as he held me with his dick still lodged in my hole. I turned and he kissed me and said, I probably was not supposed to do that, but I had to. I kissed him again and he slowly slide out of me. He cleaned up my hole with a rag and had me get dressed. I had done an interview previously for this director, he wanted to have another one. What I Did now know, the tops were also having interviews. I got a copy of the film several days after the filming. I was shocked and horrified by the entire thing. Geo took me back to the director where they had cameras set up. The interview went like this. Director – So what is your name? Me – My name is Cody. Director – Cody, that is a hot name. So have you always been a bottom? Me – Yes, I have only fucked two guys and one was last night. Director – Wow, that is hot, is this your first film Me – No this is my fourth. Director – Have all your films been bareback? Me – Yes, let me explain. I am neg and not on PreP. I have chosen to do Bareback because the rigorous testing that must be done. I had to submit my neg test last night. Director – Yes, that is correct. Everyone here has been tested. Do you like cum inside you? Me – I must admit that I do. Director – Do you know what the scene involves? Me – Yes, five guys will fuck me in three scenes. They will all shoot inside me. Director – In short that is exactly what will happen, do you have any questions or concerns? Me – No, I am excited, I have been looking forward to this for a while. I need to get bred. The director looked at Geo and said, he is ready for wardrobe. Hey Cody, he said, I only wish I was fucking you too today. Fuck you are a cutie. Bryce slapped my ass on the way out like I was on a football team and said go get him boy. Geo then led me to wardrobe where I was given fitted with a jock and a see-through shirt. Handed a blindfold, Geo was handed poppers for me and impact. What I found out later when I watched the interviews, they all kind of went like this with the tops. Director – Tell us your stage name and why. Top 1 – Dirty Bull, well I have a huge dick, muscled body and love to fuck. Director – Why Dirty Bull, why not just Bull? Top 1 – Well, I am HIV Positive, and I am not on Meds. They call that Dirty Cum, so that is why my stage name is Dirty Bull. Director – That makes sense, so do you know what kind of film we are shooting today? Top 1 – Yea, I answered an ad for a conversion porn. Five Positive tops not on meds are going to fuck and breed a young neg boy not on Prep. Director – I see your dick is growing, I take it that turns you on. Top 1 – Fuck yes, I am so ready to nut deep in the boy's neg unprotected hole. Top 1 – How do we find out when he converts. Director – Part of the contract, with his agent is we get our money back if we are not informed. Would you be willing to be interviewed after we receive his positive test results? Top 1 – Fuck yea. I cannot wait to hear he has converted. Make my dick rock hard as you can see. Geo led me out on stage and much like before I started on the fuck bench. He kissed me and asked if I was ready? I said yes, I am ready. He fastened the restraints and put the blindfold on. I was left there for twenty minutes, and music started to play and soon I felt hands on my ass. The first guy felt me up all over my body. He bent down and kissed me and told me how hot this was. He asked me, do you want my load inside you Cody Boy, I said yes! I want you to fuck me and blow your load inside me. He went around to the back. Geo fed me poppers and the guys slide inside me. Huge fucking dick, I moaned and whimpered and ten minutes later he shot his load inside me. The second top came over, he got in front of me, He lifted my head and kissed me. He said, I just need to know Cody. You sent your neg test in, is that the test from last night. Yes, I took a test around 8 PM and tested negative. Good boy, I just wanted to make sure before I slide inside you. He then went back, slowly entered me and fucked me for fifteen minutes and shot inside me. Each of the tops besides Geo, got down in front of me and made me tell them I wanted their load and a serious of other questions. Geo was last and he fucked me and gave him his second load. They gave me a break and cleaned up my hole some with water and a rag. Then Geo helped me up. He kissed and led me over to the table. I fumbled since I was blindfolded. He helped me up on the table, there was a guy on it. One of the tops, top 3. He helped me sit on his cock and ride it, then top 3 pulled me forward and top 1 pushed is cock inside me, I began to squeal and whimper. It hurt. Top 3 said, you can ask us to stop but we won’t. It may be good for the video. I asked them to stop, to go slower. To take a break but top 1 just plowed away and soon shot his second load inside me. Top 2 got up and slide inside me, now I really needed to stop. Fuck the combination of those two dicks make me bed them to stop, please stop for a minute. Top two slide out without Cumming, in went top 4. He as easier to take after being stretched. He lasted fifteen minutes, top 3 came right before top 4 shot his load in me. I was relieved when top 4 pulled out and Geo helped me up. He held me and just hugged him and said, wow that was rough. I know baby, He had me against his chest, and he got up on the table and helped me get into position so he could slide his dick inside me. That thick uncut dick. He fucked me for five minutes, as I moaned and told him how much I loved his huge cock. He kissed me, then I felt someone else get on the table. I tensed up, that is when I heard spray and then a rag was put into my mouth. Geo said breath babe, just then a dick pressed against my hole. I blacked out and when I came to, I had to huge beer can dicks inside me. Fucking away and telling me what a hot hole I have. The guy on top said, beg me for my cum, I am getting close. I said, please cum inside me, I have waited over a week for you to breed me. He said, so have we boy, so have we and he started to groan and grunt and came inside me. He stayed there and Geo began to fuck harder and five minutes later he gave him his second load. He kissed me and said, remember, I came in you first. The top who climbed up climbed off, he helped me up and off the table. Geo got up and helped me to the sling. He laid me in it and fastened my wrist and ankles and leaned down and kissed me. He said, in broken English. This is the hotties thing I have ever done. Fuck you are crazy hot. My hole was wrecked, and I had 11 loads in me. While I was in the sling the guys were all touching me making me tell them how much I loved their dicks. They were jacking and playing with my hole, making me suck their cocks. Someone was at my hole with his fingers inside me. He fucked me with his four fingers and then slide his fist inside me. That set off one of the tops, he said I am close and guys with his fist inside me pulled out so the guy about to blow could slide in and give me another load. Someone else was ready but he made me open and shot his load in my mouth and made me swallow it. Then I heard Geo, let me try. The guy pulled out and Geo worked his hand inside me. Geo had bigger hands. Geo slide is cock in with his hand and fucked me, I felt too full. I asked him to stop, it is too much. The impact again, I blacked out and came to, Geo was still fucking me with his hand inside me. He slid his dick out and then his fist. Another guy shot his load in my mouth and that let the two guys who had their first inside me before. I heard double, fuck they can’t and just then I heard the spray, a guy stuffed the rag in and I inhaled as one fist was inside me, Geo and another slide along his forearm and pressed into my hole stretching me until they were both in me, The second guy pulled out and shoved his cock inside me and shot his load on Geo’s hand and arm and Geo worked his fist deeper into me and then he shove his dick in beside his forearm and came in me. Geo helped me down, the rest of the tops had gone. Geo helped me to the showers, and I cleaned up, he brough me drinks and some food and told me how amazing that was. I said, no one said we were fisting today. He smiled and said, no one told me either. When I was finally able to walk, Geo walked with me. I saw Bryce, he said. Babe, I need to go. The director has agreed to help you get home. There has been an emergency and I need to fly back out. I am heading to the airport as soon as the director pays. The director minutes later brough Bryce $12,000. Bryce gave me a kiss on the check and walked out and left. The director turned to Geo; can you help Cody get home. Geo held my hand and led me to his old car, and we dove to my apartment. He helped me into bed and stayed the night. Geo fucked me a couple times during the night and again in the morning. Geo made me breakfast and stayed with me all day. I felt better midday and knew I had that guy coming in, although geo was so hot. I did not even have to address it, Geo said he had to go but could come back around 1 AM. I told him that would be great, I love having you here.

Part 2 I avoided my friend for a few days after that night until the weekend my roommate went away with his boyfriend. I was lying in bed with my morning wood when there was a knock at the door. I opened the door without even asking who was there. It was my friend from the other night all by himself with me standing there only in a pair of boxers and my morning wood pointing his way. For some strange reason I didn’t go soft but seemed to grow harder as thoughts of that night from the previous weekend seemed to flow through my mind. My friend reached down and grabbed my hard cock letting me know that he was glad to see that I was excited to see him. A slight moan escaped through my lips as he walked in telling me to shut the door. He had his ‘pipe’ with him and I needed no coaxing to smoke with him. Soon enough we were feeling really good as we kissed. He said I had a couple more lessons and he was my private tutor. I wasn’t sure what he meant until he pushed my head into his crotch telling me it was time to learn to suck dick. The drugs had me going as I opened my mouth and he slid his 8” cock inside. He coached me about breathing through my nose as I attempted to do the best I could at sucking him. Of course through all this I found my own cock hard and throbbing. He whispered to me that if I gave him a good blow job he’d let me fuck him as he fucked me the week before. The idea of experiencing what it would be like to fuck a guy and compare that t fucking a chick. I did my best to work his rod with my mouth and tongue. My bud began to run his hands through my hair as I heard his breathing begin to quicken and his cock seemed to grow harder in my mouth. I knew he was going to blow his load and wasn’t sure I was ready to swallow another guys sperm until he said fuck yeah, you know you want to swallow my cum, yeah bro suck my cock, eat my cum. He then fired into my mouth as I was shocked at first until I got a really good taste of his spunk. It was kind of sweet with a slight salty taste, tangy in a way. I then hungrily sucked for all I could get out of his cock. When he pulled his softening cock from my hungry mouth I looked up at him and knew it was time to fuck him. We hit the pipe a few more times and he taught me how to shotgun the smoke to each other before laying back, grabbing some lube and greasing up my hard cock and his hole. He guided me between his legs as I needed no help guiding my cock to his hungry hole. He urged me to sink in balls deep in a single thrust. The look in his eyes was pure lust as he urged me to fuck him and breed his ass. His ass was nice, warm and tighter than any pussy I ever fucked. He knew what I was thinking as he urged me on telling me to enjoy my first ass. I could feel him work his ass muscles, making note to do the same the next time he was to fuck me……..OH MY GOD! DID I REALLY WANT TO GET FUCKED AGAIN?? Between the warmth, the tightness and how he worked his ass it didn’t take long before I was really pounding his hole and getting close to cumming. He told me to breed his ass just before kissed me, That’s when I felt a strong orgasm start and I flooded his ass with my load.

This story is a continuation of the one found here. “Kurt, I think I’m sick.” I called him that afternoon, as I was starting to feel gross at work. Achy. And my skin kind of hurt, which was a sure sign I was running a temperature. “Oh baby, I’m sorry!” he said, barely masking the giddiness in his voice. “And do you mean ‘sick’ sick? Like, do you think it’s the, um, you know… Flu?” I smirked a bit at this as I pictured how excited he probably looked at that very moment. “Yeah, stud. I think this is it.” “Awwww. You head home, and I’ll leave work early and take care of you. Gotta take care of my honeyhole!” “Yeah yeah. You say the sweetest things. See you later. I’ll probably be napping.” I hung up. I really did feel like hammered shit, which is exactly what I told my boss before heading home for the day. And by ‘home’ I mean Kurt’s place- which I guess technically was my place too, as I’d basically moved in almost immediately after our first weekend together. It was basically a done deal the instant we kissed in my car. And the fuck he threw me on Labor Day weekend sealed the deal. That first fuckfest saw him breeding me 4 times over a span of 6 hours and basically ruining my insides from all angles. The next morning, I shat so much cum (and a fair bit of blood) that I actually called him to the bathroom to witness his handiwork. Naturally, that turned him on and led to another round of me being used randily before breakfast. I had to beg him for prep time! With a fresh load of his DNA in me, we sat down to a breakfast of eggs and coffee, which he had thoughtfully prepared for us while I showered. And that’s where we said the “L” word to each other for the first time. We were sitting at his small breakfast table, eating in silence, bathed in bright morning sunlight. He looked so fucking hot in just his loose pajama bottoms with his hair all mussed up. He caught me staring and with his mouth still full said “Whut?” And I just shrugged and said, “Nothing. Just… I love you, is all.” That was the first time I’d officially said it to anybody. I was always worried that I would have to fake it, or just always do the “I love you too” thing. But no. This was easy. And I meant it completely. He beamed at me and then his face crumpled a little as he got a little emotional. “Wow. That is… just, so good to hear because… because I love YOU. I knew when you kissed me in your car after I bawled like a little bitch.” “I knew I loved you when you said ‘As you wish’ to me.” “Well, I knew I was into you when you yelled at me at the sex party. I was angry, ashamed, and sad all at the same time, which nobody has made me feel since Bo. So there were definite… feelings… there.” “Well, I knew I was hopelessly infatuated when you ‘mean girled’ me at the bar. Anyone able to eviscerate me with a mere look like that? Big feelings.” He chuckled and pointed his fork at me. “Oh, so is this a competition on who was into whom first now?” “Everything is a competition, bucko—and from where I’m sitting?” I gave him a long, slow, up and down appraisal. “I definitely won the big *cough* prize.” “It’s kind of amazing you’re able to sit at all, actually,” he said flippantly. And we laughed. The rest of Labor Day was spent talking and fucking, and ordering pizza as new couples do. Eventually I had to tap out, as my ass was raw and ruined and I was starting to fear that everything on the inside of me may just accidentally end up on the outside if I stood up quickly. But let me tell you. It was so fucking hot to take a nap with his cock lodged inside and his arms wrapped around me. I felt so taken care of that I completely zonked for like 2 hours. Until I awoke to his stiffening dick poking my spleen. Again. Eventually I drove him back to pick up his car which we had left at Tom’s house. We went our separate ways (briefly) so I could pick up some clothes and toiletries and meet him back at his. From there, Kurt and I rapidly settled into coupledom. Most of our meals were spent together. TV and movies on the couch. Sleeping together. Fucking. Kurt even got a family membership at his gym so we could work out together. It was all so disgustingly domestic and I loved it. Since Kurt’s condo was infinitely nicer than my shithole apartment, it naturally became our home base. I already had part of a closet and some drawers. All my valuables had been transferred over, and other than some occasional trips to show my neighbors what good gay sex sounded like or to pick up random items, I’d been at “our place” ever since. Which is where I found myself now, shivering, and under blankets on the couch. I took some ibuprofen, drank some juice, and curled up to watch some shitty daytime TV. The next thing I remember is feeling his lips (and stubble) on my forehead. “Hey babe, how you feeling?” he asked quietly. “Pretty meh,” I mustered. “Yeah, I remember what it was like. You’re most likely seroconverting now, and your body is gonna feel it.” “Maybe it’s just a cold. There’s been a lot of crap going around,” I offered, mainly to rile him up a little. “Are you suggesting that I’m not as fertile as I claimed to be?” he said in mock frustration. “Well, I dunno. It’s been almost two months with near daily breedings. Maybe your swimmers just can’t get me pregnant?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “You fucker,” he growled. “You’re gonna regret that.” * * I was feeling a touch better later that evening, after some soup and a long nap. I woke up on the couch, and Kurt was sitting in the chair across from me, naked, and watching me sleep. He was also slowly jacking that enormous meat of his. “Wakey, Wakey… time for snakey,” he sing-songed. I rolled my eyes. “Are you serious, coming at me with that? I’m tired and feeling gross. I probably have just enough energy to get in bed.” “Oh, we’re getting in bed alright,” he stated. “That’s where I’m going to fuck you. It’s been two days and I need to empty these nuts.” “Stud, I don’t know if I….” I started. He cut me off. “This isn’t a request. I AM going to fuck you. You’re converting. You know it. I know it. And I want to put one more fat, poz load in your guts to seal the deal.” His amber eyes had that dark glitter about them, so I knew he was in full sex mode at this point and would not be dissuaded. So I hauled my ass off the couch, popped 3 more ibuprofen, and headed to the bathroom to prepare myself. When I walked into the bedroom, I was expecting that porn would be going, and the sling to be up and ready. But no. Soft music was playing and the room was lit by several electric candles scattered about to give the space ambiance. He was standing next to the bed, all shy looking. In the center of the bed was a towel with a single red rose on it. Naturally the lube and poppers were handy too. “What’s all this?” I asked, confused. “This will be our anniversary, so I wanted it to be special,” he said kind of sheepishly. “I thought our anniversary was the day before labor day... When we first got together?” “Well, that’s one anniversary, yeah,” he said. “But tonight will be the anniversary of when we become joined by a bond that can’t be broken and you become mine forever.” Even in my not-feeling-so-great state, hearing him talk like this was doing it for me. I felt myself boning up and feeling that need for seed. I walked over to where he stood and looked up at him expectantly. He kissed me then, and just like it had done since the very beginning, it electrified my senses. “Tonight is all about you, babe,” he said. And he proceeded to kiss down my body, slowly. And then he engulfed my swollen dick with his mouth. This was a bit of a different side of Kurt, and I wasn’t sure where it was all going. I mean, I was most comfortable in the roll of “bottom cumdump”. I get off on guys just using me selfishly for their pleasure. Being used as a hole is what turns ME on most- the more degrading the better. A guy just using me as a human fleshlight will make my toes curl every time, and if he verbally degrades me during I’ll most likely cum no handed. So having Kurt be the attentive one was definitely throwing me off a little, but I decided to go with it. After sucking me a good long while, he slowly spun me around, bent me over the bed, and started eating my ass. This was also something he rarely did- as it was typically my job to eat his. But I fucking love being rimmed, and his stubble and stache grating against my hole were lighting me up like a Christmas tree. Pretty soon I was begging for his dick to be inside me. I got pretty insistent about it, which earned a huff of a laugh into my twitching butthole. “Ok, buckaroo, I can see what you need,” he smiled as I crawled to the middle of the bed. I smelled the rose before flinging it to a nightstand. “Woses… how owdinawy,” I said, doing my best Madeline Kahn. He genuinely laughed at this and favored me with one of his megawatt smiles. “You are so fucking corny- I love you.” “I know,” I said with a smirk. “It WAS a red rose after all.” “Yes. Red. For Love… and blood,” he growled, his eyes hooded and gleaming. “I need your dick in my mouth. Now,” I commanded. I figured if this was all about me tonight, I was gonna be a bossy bottom. “As you wish,” he quipped, as he maneuvered himself to present his massive tool for my enjoyment. Kurt’s cock really was just about the biggest I’d ever seen. I may have sucked a couple bigger ones in my day (some longer, some thicker) but his was definitely at the farthest end of the bell curve. It was like a true 9, and also very girthy. Straight and hard, with a darker, ruddy flared head on it. The shaft was almost the same thickness for the entire length- like a thicker can of red bull. But there was a magic spot about an inch and a half down from the head, where the shaft bulged ever so slightly thicker. This is what made his cock special. The way that thicker portion tugged out on my hole when fucking me, or feeling it just push past my second ring… fuck. It was absolute heaven in flesh form. I worshipped his meat with my mouth as best I could. I’ll fully admit, I’m a terrible cock sucker. I do it, but mainly just to get the cock wet for my ass. I have a terrible gag reflex and my jaw and neck always get tired doing it. But feeling his cockhead lodging in my throat definitely got my engine revving. Taking additional advantage of the “it’s all about me” night, I decided that I was going to ride his cock for something new. I know, right? Sex for two months, and I hadn’t ridden his cock yet? Outlandish! But yeah, we never had. I’m a big fan of doggy and/or sling fucks (again—I like being used) and Kurt was only too happy to oblige me in this regard as he was definitely an alpha top ass-user. I mean, I’d been on my back on the bed a bit, and on my side and stomach. But it was all where Kurt was in control of it all. I pulled my mouth off his cock, grabbed the lube, and started slathering his cock (and my hole) while he lay there, his hands still behind his head. He made a move to get up and I shook my head and pushed him back down gently. He looked at me quizzically, but quickly cottoned on when I started moving up to straddle him. “Well, this is… different,” he said, a bit unsure. “All about me, remember big guy?” I said as I positioned his head at my hole. I took a big hit of poppers and got ready. “As you… OH!” he said, as I slammed myself all the way down on his dick. It hurt. My god it hurt like hell to do it like that! And his head was wedged up against my second ring which was DEFINITELY not open yet. But I wanted it to hurt. I also wanted to show him I could take him and take my pleasure from him. I paused with him in me, my eyes squeezed shut in a grimace, sweat beading on my forehead. “Jesus, bud, you ok?” He said with some genuine concern. “This is our anniversary, so we better make this count.” I gritted out. I hit the spray poppers next, and slowly started to fuck myself on his prong. By about the third stroke, I was able to pop him into my second ring, and I left it there for a minute as I milked him with my hole. He growled in appreciation as I knew he would, and I bent down to kiss him. I loved kissing him as I was fully impaled on him! We fucked like this for awhile. I was getting quite the leg and hip workout riding up and down for that full length. He was assisting me by having his meaty hands at my hips, helping to lift me up and pulling me down. Occasionally he would reach up to flick my nipples, knowing this would send my hole into a milking frenzy on his dick. He could sense I was getting tired though, so eventually he pulled me down to a kiss, and then slowly worked me onto my back. It was time for me to be used, and I started to tell him so. “Sir, I need….” He loved it when I called him Sir. “Shhhhh,” he interrupted me. “I know. Don’t you think I know what you need by now?” He moved the pillow from behind my head and spread my legs a bit. He cupped his hands at my knee pits so he could push my legs down and out. And then he started to drill my hole. Hard. I was in full fuckpig mode at this point, so there was nothing but pleasure for me in his wrecking my cunt. His cock was making the heavens open up when he went deep, and the tug on my hole was tingling all my nerve endings. And all that meat in between was like a Mack truck driving across my prostate. He was going to force my load out no-handed again… it was just a matter of time. I just hope I could hold out as long as him. Eventually he got my knees up on his shoulders so he could really piston into me with his full weight. I cupped my hands around the back of his neck so I could stare at him as he wrung his pleasure from me. “Cum in me, sir. Please. Please, sir,” I begged. “I’m getting so close, bud. Gonna knock up that sweet ass of yours once and for all,” he grunted. “Gonna make you mine. You’re gonna be mine forever after this.” He was really fucking me with everything he had now. I could feel his cock getting that little extra bit harder that he did right before he came. I knew all of his tells now. I waited until I could see the orgasm in his eyes. “Until death do us part,” I whispered. With a loud “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” he unleashed his toxic seed deep inside me. He made sure to plant his cock all the way to the hilt so I could feel his head pulsing up past my second ring because he knew I liked that the best. When his orgasm subsided, he noticed I hadn’t cum yet. So without me having to ask, he got his hands in my knee pits again, and started fucking me slowly with his still hard cock. He stared at me intently as he did this. Then he started his verbal assault. “You liked that, didn’t you, you fuckin pig? You liked me leaving a fucking cumload deep in that cunt of yours? That filthy fucking pig cunt? You’re just a fuckin hole to me, you know that? I just say all the love crap to keep you hot for my dick. You’re nothing but a fucking cum receptacle. A hole. A cock socket. You exist to get my dick off. And guess what, you stupid fucker? I’m POZ! You just got filled with a dirty fuckin load. I’m grinding that toxic seed into your ass walls. Hope you like getting pozzed up you stupid fucking….” “UGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” I cried, as my first volley of cum spattered my chest and chin. Several more spurts came afterward, as I unloaded my balls everywhere. He kept fucking me slowly to push out every drop. I shook with ecstasy every time his cock pushed deep. He buried himself in me, and then started playing with my nipples. It was almost more than I could bear and my asshole danced like mad on his dick. “Fuck, you’re gonna milk out another one!” he warned. Without pulling out, he worked me onto my hands and knees, and started throwing the dick to me again. Hard and fast. As I had already cum, I was kind of in “exit only” mode, but I also knew I wanted to get him off again. So I hit the poppers hard and let him have me. I do my best bottoming work doggy, and have been known to pull the load out of a guy with my ass skills. So I set to working and milking and gripping my hole on him, all while throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts. It was not long before I was treated to a long, guttural grunt and the quick throb of his cock inside me, signaling that I had just done my job successfully yet again. This time, when he was finished, he pulled out slowly and then smacked his wet dick on my ass. We collapsed in a heap on the bed. As we cuddled later, and as I was starting to drift off, he said, “You know I didn’t really mean that bit about…” “Shhhh,” I interrupted. “Being in love means never having to say you’re sorry for things said to get your cock socket to cum no handed.” “Dork,” he chuckled. * * About a week later when I was basically back to feeling like myself, Kurt suggested that it might be time for me to get to the doctor. “Just to confirm our suspicions, you know. For the sake of science,” he said. “You just want to know if your track record is still intact, you sick fuck,” I said jokingly. “I’ll call and set up something for next week or so.” “Keep me posted,” he hummed happily. I was masking my feelings pretty well around Kurt and I kept up my typical jovial banter, but inwardly I was concerned. Concerned and worried and nervous and scared and a whole lot of other emotions. Ok, so maybe I had technically been ‘bug chasing’ in a matter of speaking, but it wasn’t really about that. It was more about getting Kurt, not about getting sick. He just happened get off on pozzing guys, so that was the tradeoff I decided to make. And it was indeed my decision, one which I fully embraced. I chose to let him breed me that first time, to give him what he wanted. I could have done the day after treatment, but I chose not to. And I also chose—repeatedly—to let him try to convert me through almost daily breeding sessions. But now, after having a week of fever and chills, it suddenly became real. Like REAL real. Like “what have I done” real. Was it worth it? Was Kurt worth it? What would happen next? I found myself worrying about healthcare for the first time in my life. And job security. And HIV stigma. And medication cost. And side effects. And sickness. I knew I needed to find out early in order to get started on a pill regimen if I was positive, but I didn’t want to take that first step yet. But the ‘what happens next’ question also applied to other aspects of my life moving forward. And would I be moving forward with Kurt. Was there even an ‘us’? I know Kurt said he wanted to convert me so that we could be together forever, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was really serious about that. And all this is what paralyzed me and kept me from setting up a doctor’s appointment. These thoughts were consuming my brain every minute of the day and causing me to spiral down the rabbit hole of unknowns. I was unfocused at work and I wasn’t sleeping well. And I was really starting to get depressed. At home, I was becoming quiet and lethargic. I was even starting to beg off going to the gym with Kurt (which I normally enjoyed). I mean, who wouldn’t want to go watch their boyfriend in tight gym clothes, lifting weights, getting all sweaty and making other boys drool? Anyway, I managed to keep Kurt at bay for an additional two weeks or so, with flimsy excuses as to why I hadn’t gone to the doctor yet. I was tired. I had to work. The holidays had me down. There weren’t any appointments before Thanksgiving. Let’s wait till December between the holidays. Finally, Kurt started losing his patience with me. “Dude, you need to get tested,” he grumbled. “Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” I laughed, while gesturing to myself. I was desperately trying to deflect where this conversation was headed. “C’mon. We need to know. YOU need to know. You aren’t scared about it or anything, are you?” he goaded. “No, I’m not scared,” I lied. “Then why haven’t gone in? It’s seriously like 10 minutes and done. Easy peasy.” “There just hasn’t been a good time for me,” I said weakly. Kurt gave me ‘the look’ over the tops of his gold frame 70’s aviator frame glasses that made him look like a porn star. “Do it. Before this weekend.” “Oh Yes SIR,” I saluted. As much as he liked me calling him Sir, he did NOT like it when I used it sarcastically. This earned me an exasperated sigh and a ‘time out’ until dinner. And as you can probably guess, the end of the week rolled around and I still hadn’t gotten tested. Kurt had actually been good and not brought up the subject since our little spat earlier in the week. He also let me mope about without peppering me with more questions. I figured he was finally giving me space, which was nice of him. And he definitely had NOT withheld on the sex, thank God, although the volume was way down, which added to my fears, as Kurt basically needed sex daily. Still, I’d been pretty quiet and introspective all week and it didn’t go unnoticed. When I got home on Friday, I found him waiting for me expectantly. “Get changed, Eyore. I’m taking you out on a date,” he said. Perhaps this is what I needed to help get my mind off things. So, I did as I was instructed and got ready. As I was choosing what to wear I called out, “Where are we going?” “Nowhere fancy, just the usual. But wear the 501’s. I wanna show off my boyfriend’s hot ass.” Oh yes sir, I thought and smiled for the first time all week. We hopped in his car, and he reached over and held my hand as we drove. We listened to music and I just let him drive and was happy. But then I noticed we were not exactly going to our typical restaurant areas. “Babe, where exactly are we going?” I said, as I started to get alarmed. “Um… ok. Don’t be mad,” he started. “Hearing the words ‘don’t be mad’ is basically a surefire way to make me mad. What did you do?” I clapped back. “I made us an appointment at my doctor,” he came clean. Suddenly I felt like a dog that had been promised a car ride only to discover it was a trip to the Vet. “Jesus, you’re unbelievable!” I spat. “I just KNEW you wouldn’t do it yourself, so I’m making it happen. We’re doing this and getting it over with. My doctor is very cool and supportive and it’ll be painless. And I’m going with you to be there for you, no matter what,” he stated loudly and with finality. I sulked in the seat next to him with my arms crossed and refused to look at him. I know I was being a petulant child about it all, but I don’t think I can accurately describe just how much my stomach was in knots at that moment. My guts basically turned to liquid and I nearly started hyperventilating as it felt like we were speeding along to my execution. We rolled up to his doctor’s office, where we were obviously the last appointment of the day as the lot was basically empty. The doctor greeted us the moment we were in the door. “Hey, I was almost beginning to give up on you guys,” he said congenially as he hugged Kurt. “Hi, I’m Doctor Stone, but you can call me Doc. Most everyone does.” He shook my hand. Kurt had a very good relationship with his doctor all things considered, which is how he wangled this appointment even without me being a patient. At least not yet. Doctor Stone was gay and about 60, and admittedly a stone-cold fox. He had silver hair and a full beard, and was definitely rocking a great body beneath a very snug smock. Kurt told me that he frequently participated in triathelons and he had even been a Mr. Leather a couple years prior. The good doctor even took 3rd overall at IML—which I could totally see after meeting him in person. And while I don’t think the doc knew ALL of Kurt’s… proclivities… he definitely appeared to have his finger on the pulse of the gay community, specifically the leather/kink community. Having a hot, built, gay, leatherdaddy doctor though was not necessarily going to make this any easier for me. If anything, I was now also feeling shame and embarrassment on top of my fears. “Where’s your staff?” I asked. “Oh, they’ve left for the day. For what you’re here for, I can do all the work—if that’s ok,” he said earnestly. I nodded. “Kurt, why don’t you wait here for us, and I’ll just take him on back. We’ll get you when we’re done,” the Doc said. So Kurt sat down in the waiting room, and started playing on his phone. I followed the Doc back, butterflies jackhammering in my guts. We got back to the exam room and he sat me down. He sat down too, smiled warmly, and he took my hand. “I want you to know that no matter what the results, it’s going to be ok. YOU are going to be ok. You know that, right?” he patted my hand comfortingly. “This is just knowledge, and knowledge is power.” I nodded and swallowed thickly. “So, do you know if you’ve been exposed to HIV?” he asked, even though I was pretty sure he knew the answer. “Yes,” I answered quietly. “I mean, yes I know I’ve been exposed.” He nodded. “And, do you think you might be HIV positive?” he enquired. “Yes,” I answered again. “Why do you think that?” “Well, Doc. I got pretty sick with kind of a flu-like illness about a month ago. And I’d been, um, having lots of unprotected sex before that.” And while I was deliberately obtuse about exactly with whom I’d been having the sex, I was pretty sure the good Doctor knew. The Doc nodded. “Ok then. I’m going to do two tests—one is the quick oral swab test. The other will be the blood antibody test. I’ll go ahead and draw the blood, as I can get that test going as the confirmatory sample.” And then the Doc set about to work. He swabbed my mouth and found a good vein and drew some blood. When he was done, he stood up. “Now I’m going to process these—it won’t take long. Just wait here. And remember what I said. Everything is going to be ok, kiddo.” And with a wink and a warm smile, he left me to wait. * * After what felt like an eternity, the Doctor came back in. I tried to read his face, but couldn’t. My guess is that he’d learned to school his expression after doing hundreds of these tests. He sat down across from me again. I almost couldn’t breathe. “Your oral test came back positive for HIV,” he stated. “Oof, way to pull that bandaid right off, Doc,” I said, a warm dizziness rushing over me. “The second test will confirm it shortly, but I wanted to start preparing you for the outcome. How are you feeling at this moment?” He asked with care in his eyes. “I… don’t know? A little shocked and sad maybe? Although if I’m being honest, I’m not surprised given my recent behavior. I think deep down I knew that was always going to be the outcome. But I don’t think I’m fully grasping the reality of it all yet. But I mean, I’m not gonna burst into tears or off myself anything, if that’s what you were getting at.” The Doctor smiled good-naturedly. “That was a good answer. I know it’s a lot to take in, even if you had a sneaky feeling you might be HIV positive. And even if you may have… deliberately… been acting in a manner contrary to being safe. It’s always a bit of a shock to hear the words spoken aloud. I mean, I still remember when I got my diagnosis 20 years ago.” “Wait. You’re poz?” I asked, somewhat startled. “I am. It’s very well managed, as it has been for two decades. I’m undetectable and very healthy. Just as you can be once on meds. Like I said, kiddo, you will be just fine regardless.” “It seems weird that a gay Doctor of your… generation… who treats gay men is HIV positive, given all your expertise and training and the AIDS crisis and stuff,” I said. He looked at me deeply. “I may be a Doctor, but I’m human too. I think people tend to forget that last part. And I’m a gay human, with very strong sexual urges and questionable decision-making skills in certain scenarios. Much like you, I’d wager. Honestly though, I choose to view myself as lucky. I’m healthy, and I feel that being positive gives me a better understanding of what it all means, so that I can treat my patients with empathy a greater level of care. I can also draw on my own sexual history in order to be non-judgmental. My goal is to be there for my patients. To listen and be a good medical provider. So, a guy can tell me he’s a barebacking cumslut who gets off on taking dirty loads, and it doesn’t phase me one bit.” He was looking at me intently as he said this last bit. I blushed strongly at his words. “Well, as you may have guessed I’m not exactly an angel…” I said. “Been there, done that, got charged and have the receipts,” he chuckled. And instantly I was more at ease and the knot in my guts started to relax a bit. “I’m going to go check your other test and I’ll be right back.” And he was off again. The Doc came back a few minutes later and it was confirmed. I was now officially HIV+. It still didn’t quite feel real to me, and my head was swimming a bit, but I also felt lighter than I had in months. Like a weight had been lifted. The doc and I chatted a bit more and he offered me his services as a primary physician. I told him I’d like that very much. He told me to call soon to set up an appointment when I was ready where we could discuss treatment options. The good Doctor walked me back out front. As soon as we stepped into the waiting room, Kent was on his feet, looking at me expectantly. I decided to be a bit mean. “Down boy, it was a false alarm,” I said with a smile. The look on Kurt’s face was priceless. He tried to smile and not show his bitter disappointment, and he failed miserably at both. I knew I was going to let him off the hook eventually, but not just yet. And not here in front of his doctor. “Thanks, Doc for taking this extra time out of a Friday for me,” I said genuinely. “Any time,” he said. “Now you two have a fun evening. Oh, need any condoms? They’re free.” He grabbed a basket off the reception desk and waived them at us. I took one to be nice, and the Doc winked at me conspiratorially. “And Kurt- it’s about time you visited for a checkup, don’t you think?” Kurt promised to visit in the next few weeks. They hugged goodbye, and the doc whispered something to him. Kurt nodded sheepishly. Then he grabbed my hand as we headed out. * * After the Doctor’s visit, he took me to my favorite place- Tres Gattos. A little dive Mexican cantina off the beaten path that had killer margs, damn good queso and burritos the size of your head. We sat in the booth and ordered our usual, and I found Kurt to be a bit quieter than normal. “What’s up, Buttercup?” I asked, wanting to watch him squirm a bit longer. “Oh, nothing,” he said sullenly. “Dude, cut the crap. You’re upset about something. What is it? You upset I’m still neg?” “Um, Yeah, actually. And I feel bad for feeling upset about it, ok? I should be glad you’re still ok. But damnit, I was SO sure you were gonna be! I was positive we had an anniversary to celebrate, pun intended. I… I even had a gift ready for you,” he said, eyes downcast. “You’ve been ‘gifting’ me for awhile now, stud,” I quipped. I thought for sure he’d chuckle at my “gift” joke. Instead he just sighed and looked at me like a sad puppy. “Can I ask what the gift is?” I said hopefully. Quietly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. A fucking RING box. And if THAT didn’t just make me feel like the prize asshole of the century. “Duuuuuude,” I exhaled. “Whutdafuk is that?” “Go ahead… open it,” he said glumly. I opened it slowly, and my heart kind of stuttered a bit. Inside was a Claddagh ring. Gold. I just sat there with the open box in my hand, starting at it. “There’s an inscription, too,” he said. I picked it up, and inside the band it said: Forever mine, 11/5/18. Our anniversary date. The supposed date of my conversion. I put the ring back in the box, closed it, and set it on the table. Jesus he was going to be mad. “Ok, so don’t be mad…” I started. His eyes snapped up to mine. “When you say “don’t be mad” that’s a surefire way to make me mad,” he said dangerously. “Um… so, back at the Doc’s office? I may have, um… fibbed… a little? About my diagnosis? Kind of?” He stared at me blankly, his jaw slack. “Because I am. Um. Positive.” “You’re positive,” he said flatly. “Yes. I’m quite positive that I’m… positive. So… surprise?” I said through a toothy, tight smile. He looked at me for probably a good 10 seconds before “Why the fuck would you DO that?” Yeah, he was kinda pissed. “Oh, I don’t know,” I whispered hotly. “Maybe because my boyfriend hijacked me to a doctor’s appointment after promising a date night?” “Dude! I cannot even. Just… dude.” He said shaking his head. “I thought you’d be happier to hear that we’re pregnant,” I said with a sigh. Kurt just gave me his ‘over-the-glasses’ look again, appraising me quietly. (He was wearing his glasses more now, because he knew how the gold frames highlighted his honey-amber eyes, and how much the 70’s porn stud look turned me on). Even pissed at me, he was so goddamn sexy. He was not going to make this easy. “Here. Let’s do this again,” I said as I slid the ring back across the table. “It’s really very nice and very sweet. I promise to act surprised when you give it to me. Here, take it.” He snatched up the ring box and stashed it in his pocket again. “Nope. I don’t think I want to give it to you now,” he said with a sniff. “I better get that ring. Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” he said pointing to his crotch. A small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. “Oh I know,” he said smugly as he popped a chip in his mouth. We locked eyes over the table, and I could tell that he wasn’t pissed at me anymore. He was now just toying with me, because he could. And because he knew that I secretly liked verbal sparring very much. His eyes were dark and glittery again, and I could read his mind like it was a large print book. “Guess I’m just gonna have to make it up to you somehow,” I said with as much wicked innuendo as I could muster. I downed my margarita in about 3 gulps and then very slowly licked the salt off the rim. His eyes were glued to my tongue the entire time. Then I stood up and announced that I needed to go to the bathroom. As I got out of the booth, I made a show of dropping my wallet accidentally, and bent over slowly to retrieve it. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze boring a hole through my 501’s. Because I know Kurt and what date night can mean, I prepped my ass as part of getting dressed for our date. I also brought a small bottle of lube, because you just never know when or where we may go at it hammer and tongs. Which made our sex life all the more exciting. The men’s room at Tres Gattos was just about what you’d expect. Terra cotta tile floor, cheap Mexican tile on the walls. It was a two-holer, a urinal and a toilet, both just open, and a small counter with a sink. It was definitely not the cleanest bathroom, and there was always a stale beer piss smell in the air. And naturally there was also a lock on the door. We had made use of this lock before. I had my pants dropped to my ankles while I stood at the urinal, my ass lubed for him. I actually did have to piss, so I was just finishing that as he came in. I didn’t flush. I just stood and waited as he locked the door. “I told Jorge we’d be back to the table in a few and to keep our food warm for us,” Kurt whispered as he came up behind. Jorge was our favorite cute, gay waiter with whom we loved to flirt. I think Jorge had a little thing for me, which made Kurt a wee bit jealous. Which I loved. Jorge also knew what was up, so he took good care of us. And we tipped generously. “Now about that ring,” I said as I lubed up Kurt’s dick. Kurt really gets off on public sex, of course. Hell, the first time I met him he was knocking up a guy in a bathroom at our local gay bar! When we’re at home, he takes his sweet time in cumming. He can almost go indefinitely, but he’s good about sensing when I am almost about out of patience for the load. Now, the nice thing for me with the public sex is that Kurt cums fairly easily. He knows we have to be expeditious with it, so it’s all about the hot, dirty, pump n dump scene. I figured I could get a quick load from him this time, especially with the ace up my sleeve. I arched my back and leaned my chest forward to the urinal. I could smell the rank piss which admittedly was turning me on as his huge cockhead pushed into me. I worked my ass on him as we worked him in past the thick part. He grabbed my hips and started in with quick, shallow thrusts. It was all I could do to relax without my usual poppers, but the scene was turning me on too. I definitely liked knowing I could flash my ass and get him to breed me anytime, anywhere. I started to work my hole on his cock, and he snarled appreciatively. Mindful of Jorge and our food, I decided to play my ace. “I guess you did it after all,” I said. “Did what?” he grunted. “You finally knocked me up. Those poz swimmers of yours finally took. Yeah, fuck my newly poz cunt, sir. YOU did that. It’s yours. You put your stamp in it, and now I’m toxic too! That dirty fucking DNA is in me forever now. Yeah, sir! Add to my viral load! Do it! Give this cumdump another fithy fuckload!” “Ugggghhhh!” he grunted quietly as his dick started throbbing inside me. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he whispered, his forehead resting against me as he parked his dick and emptied himself. Now, one of the best things about the pump n dump stand up sex with Kurt is that he’s NOT all the way up in my colon when he cums. Don’t get me wrong, I LIVE for that. But I also like this. Here he’s only about halfway in with his dick, so I really feel the spurts of his load. I also tend to feel really greasy-wet and full afterward. It’s hot as hell. It’s also a crapshoot (pun intended) to see if I can keep it all in me, or if it starts to leak out. Once he was spent, he pulled out and a bit of his load leaked out and started to run down the back of my thigh. I scooped it up, and fingered it back into my hole. He grabbed a wet paper towel and tossed it to me, and then he grabbed another and cleaned himself off. We then made ourselves presentable, washed up, and headed back to the table where Jorge had left us two fresh margaritas. I sat in the booth with a satiated smile on my face. I kept staring at Kurt, and he kept staring right back at me, half smiling. “I don’t know if that quite makes up for things,” he said, “but here. For you.” He pulled out the ring box again and slid it across the table. “For ME? Well I DECLARE!” I drawled while blinking rapidly and fanning myself. He laughed and groaned simultaneously. “Oh Jesus, just try the stupid thing on already.” I took it out of the box, smiled, and handed it to him. “If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it,” I sang quietly, as I flourished my hand. He slid it on my right ring finger- the heart facing me, not outward, to show that my heart was taken. And it fit perfectly, and I stared at it appreciatively. “Where’s yours?” I asked. “One cannot buy a claddagh ring for oneself, it’s bad luck,” he said dismissively as if everyone knew this. “So I guess you’ll be expecting a blowjob later,” I grimaced. “Blowies for jewelry is an age old understanding between men and their bitches,” he smiled. “Careful there,” I cautioned. And he flashed me his big, dimpled smile, knowing I would swoon. It completely worked, the bastard. Jorge came back then with our food then. He smiled knowingly and asked if we had washed up and if he needed to perhaps tidy up the men’s room? We assured him that we left it just fine. He joked that perhaps he should put a camera in there, just to make sure the customers were being safe. “Oh, we’re never safe,” we told him in unison. I then mentioned that I was ‘embarazada’ now, and how he blushed at that! But I also saw a distinct, hefty tenting in his black trousers, as he left us to our meals. “If you keep being mean to me, I can always give Jorge my ass,” I suggested. Kurt growled. “Not if he knows what’s good for him. There’s a ring on that shit. It’s MINE now.” I laughed and we finished our meals and hand another margarita apiece. Jorge was lovely and I enjoyed making him blush a couple more times. We made sure to leave an even larger tip than usual before heading home. * * Later that night in bed, I played with the ring on my finger and my mind was whirring a million miles an hour. I was too keyed up to sleep. Kurt was spooning me (I was almost always little spoon) and I guess he picked up on my restlessness. He shifted and rested his head right up at my neck. “What’s going on, bud?” he asked quietly. “Nothing. Just can’t sleep. Probably the burrito baby kicking,” I lied. I just didn’t think I was ready to unload all my crazy thoughts onto him. “Mmm-hmmm,” he said and he squeezed me a bit tighter. He let me stew and simmer a bit longer before he spoke again. “We haven’t talked about it yet. You testing positive, I mean. I guess we cleverly distracted ourselves with sex when we got home. But I know it has to be weighing heavily on you. It’s weighing on me too. So… talk to me, Goose. What’s going on in that delightfully chaotic brain of yours.” I lay quietly as I tried to decide what I wanted to say that wouldn’t freak him out. I eventually decided to downplay it a bit. “I’m just… processing it all. You know? Wondering what happens next. Where my life goes from here. What it all means. Just tiny, insignificant shit like that.” “Baby, your life isn’t going to change that much- trust me. You are going to be fine. And I’m going to be right here with you through thick and thin,” He said confidently. “Will you, though?” I pondered aloud. Which as soon as it left my mouth I knew to be a mistake. “What do you mean by that?” Kurt asked, a slight edge in his voice. I scooched away from him and took a deep breath before speaking into the darkness. “Are you happy? Happy that I’m positive and that you are the one infected me?” I asked in a soft voice. He was quiet for a minute before answering. “Maybe… yes? Kind of? But I’m sad, too. Or melancholy about it. And scared, too a bit. It’s a whole mixture of things. I’m sure the Germans have some sort of compound word for it.” “What happens now that you knocked me up?” I said. “What do you mean “what happens now”? “I mean, what happens to me? To us?” “We live happily ever after?” he suggested. “I’m serious, Kurt,” I said, moving myself to the edge of the bed in self-imposed isolation. “I dunno. I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking me.” Oh god. There was a leak in the dyke and everything was starting to pour out of me, unchecked. “Like, because the chase is done, what happens to me now? What’s to become of me? I mean, what’s the point of fucking me anymore because I already caught the bug, right? Am I some sort of “pig”malion that you dump back in the gutter so you can find another negative conquest to dickmatize and infect?” “Whoa whoa whoa! DickmaWHAT? Where’s this coming from?” he said alarmed. I was still turned away from him in the dark and my agitation level had risen dramatically now. I spoke the fears in my heart into the darkness. “Kurt, I don’t know what you can possibly see in me now. The one thing I had to offer you, my negative virginity, is gone. Kaput. So what’s my value to you? Certainly it’s not my hole, as you can find one of those anywhere. And I’m just a stupid boy with a stupid crush who was stupid enough to let you infect me and now I’m going to be dumped and nobody will date me because I’m tainted goods so I’ll be doomed to spend the rest of my life alone and I’ll die one of those big city deaths where nobody knows I’m gone until the stench drifts into the hallway.” I was almost hyperventilating now. “You regret becoming HIV positive?” he asked point blank. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know exactly how to answer him yet. “Oh my god. Do you resent me?” he asked in a panic. “What? I don’t…” I sort of fumbled. “You just told me you were stupid for letting me infect you. Do. You. Resent. Me?” he stated, very pointedly. Again I didn’t answer immediately. “Oh jesus. You do. So it’s just a matter of time, then. The resentment will fester and then you’ll leave me. Maybe not like Bo did, but you will. Jesus. I’ve ruined another life and another chance. How fucked up is this?” he laughed bitterly as he rolled away from me. And now it was my turn to panic more. Kurt was starting to shut down, which was not good. “Kurt… it isn’t… Ugh. This is why I didn’t want to get tested. Or talk about all this because my brain isn’t ready for this yet.” “Whatever,” he sighed. “Message received. Loud and clear.” “Whoa. Now you hold the fuck up for one minute. I just went through a life-altering diagnosis today, so I think I’ve earned a little leeway here,” I said, getting snippy. “I’m sorry if I haven’t processed everything into coherent, easily digestible soundbites for your consumption.” Kurt didn’t say anything. “Ok, since my brain is on the fritz at the moment, I’m just gonna go full open kimono on you,” I said. “Open kimono? Really?” I could hear a tinge of amusement in his voice. “It means…” I started. “I know what it means, slugger. It was just… odd… to hear boardroom speak in the middle of our heart to heart.” “It still applies. Kind of. So. I’m just going to go ahead and do something I never do. Which is lay bear my heart. Regardless of the outcome. And you’re going to let me, because I deserve it.” Kurt was still rolled away from me and he didn’t say anything. But I could tell he was waiting intently. “Kurt? I’m kind of a mess at the moment. I’m a jumble of emotions, but fear is the dominating one right now. And it isn’t fear about HIV so much… it’s more fear of losing you.” “Baby! I told…” he started as he rolled over to face me. “Shhhhhh,” I admonished. “I’m nowhere near done yet.” He scooched closer until our knees touched under the covers. “Do I regret getting HIV? Yeah, kinda, if I’m being honest. But only because it complicates shit. Life would be probably a whole lot easier if we were both neg and on prep and free to be our slutty fucking piggy selves. But that isn’t our story. So the poz thing was the price I had to pay in order to keep you. So I paid it. And no, I don’t resent you for it.” “I really like you, Kurt. And I… I love you. Like Head over heels love. Hopelessly and helplessly. And I really like what we’re… doing. I totally like being your… hole. And I’m pretty sure you like me being that for you. But part of my fear is that this is all I really am to you.” “Baby, that’s not…” he started to protest. I cut him off by putting my hand on his mouth briefly. “Kurt… To me, you’re… everything. You are all and you are more. You’ve become so important in my life so quickly that it scares the everloving fuck out of me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever. I look at you and you’re so beautiful that it hurts. Literally physically hurts. My chest gets tight and I can’t breathe sometimes. You’re like this hotter, builter, sexier mustachioed version of Henry Cavil and I can’t even. Seeing your body- in or out of clothes- gives me butterflies. When I see your dimples, my knees get weak. Your touch is like an electric shock on my skin. Your gaze makes me shiver. And when you blast me with your full smile? I can’t hold a single coherent thought in my head.” “So, you like me for my body and my mustache,” he sighed. “Not done talking,” I chastised. “And yes. Physically you crank me to 11. But it goes way beyond your physical charms. You make me laugh. You make me want to make YOU laugh. I want to talk with you and explore with you. I love just sitting with you quietly. You make me feel taken care of. I’m comfortable around you and I finally feel like my true self. My darker self. And when you hold me, I feel safe. As I think about all this and it feels like a crazy dream.” He reached out and grabbed my hands under the covers and held them. “And I’m terrified,” I whispered, “that one day you’ll wake up and just decide I’m not worth it and ditch me to find a better hole. Or worse, grow tired of me and start treating me with utter indifference. Seeing you look at me again like I’m worthless… like you did in the bar that one night… would absolutely destroy me, Kurt. And I’m so fucking scared that it’s coming.” “I can handle the poz thing. I can handle the being alone thing. And I can even handle you throwing me away- I think. As long as I don’t get even more invested than I am right now. Because the longer this goes… the longer we go… the easier it will be for you to crush me. So, if you think that this is the way it’s going, can you please tell me now, so I can maybe salvage something of myself?” Kurt was quiet. Quiet for a long time. And the longer the silence went, the more scared I got. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Kurt? Can you say something? Please?” “Oh, are you through open-kimonoing now? Is it my turn?” he said, softly sarcastic. “Yes. I’m done. For now. I think. Maybe not.” I babbled. “First of all let me just say… “ he drew a big breath, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I pushed you to get tested. I’m sorry I didn’t think about the impact to you and what you might be feeling. I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding. I should have been much more empathetic and listened to you had I taken the time to remember what it was like for me.” “Oh, It’s…” I started to say before he cut me off. “Hush now. It’s my turn,” He said with a smile in his voice. “You said that you worried that you were just a hole to me. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am endlessly captivated by you and am hopelessly in love with you. I love that you’re this sexy dork, with a quick wit and deep intelligence that keeps me on my toes. I love your brain! And I love that you are kind and thoughtful. I love the way you look at me, it turns my insides molten.” “So I’m a dork that stares at you like a goober,” I sighed, trying not to smile. “Not done talking yet,” he mimicked sarcastically. “Yes. You are a dork. MY dork. But you know what the best part about you is? It’s that you have absolutely NO clue how hot you are. None! You are completely oblivious, and it’s endearing and frustrating and it makes me want to shake you sometimes. But damned if it doesn’t also make you even that much hotter.” “I am SO not…” I started again and Kurt actually growled at me. “Got it. Shutting up now.” I swallowed. “You ARE hot. AND oblivious. God, I love going to the gym with you because so many guys check you out, it’s ridiculous. And you have no idea it’s happening. You’re like this tight body, otter version of Julian Edelman, with an ass that just sits up and begs. You know, I’ve actually had guys walk up to me and ask me about you and what our deal is. A couple guys have even given me their number for me to give to you, as they weren’t sure how to approach you. Hell, I don’t get half the attention that you do and it’s starting to bruise my ego a bit. And the 501’s? Your ass can stop traffic in the 501’s.” I was blushing now, the heat filling my cheeks. “I like spending time with you too. I like watching movies with you and our date nights. And yes, I like the sex. and that you are my insatiable honey hole. I trust that much is obvious! But like you, I’m worried about the sex part, too. I’m worried that all I am to you is a big cock and a high sex drive. What happens when my body starts to go or my libido wanes and I can’t give you what you so obviously crave? What then?” It was my turn to grab his hands and hold them. “What terrifies ME is you growing to resent me or getting disappointed by me and deciding to leave. And I firmly believe there is a higher probability of this than me leaving you. I think that was why I was so desperate to convert you. So that we would be linked and have this bond we share. And also so that it might bind you closer to me… so that you won’t leave me.” “Once upon a time I thought this would be the case with Bo, but looking back, I realize that Bo never would have left me, even if we were serodiscordant. He was always far too dependent on me, which I believe left him vulnerable and weaker in the end. But you? You’re stronger than Bo—stronger than me for that matter. You don’t need me. I know you could leave any time and be just fine on your own, and then where’ll I be, huh?” We were both quiet for a long time, laying curled up facing each other in the dark. Eventually, I scooched closer until my forehead was against his and my nose touched his nose. I rubbed our noses together casually. “Kurt, I know we both just unloaded a lot of crap. But this is good. And you were right. We did need to talk about all this. And I think we will be having some more conversations in the coming days. But for right now… can I… can I kiss you?” I asked hopefully. “Being in love means never having to ask if you can kiss me,” he said huskily. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me, asshole,” I said lovingly. “Oh I know,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. And then I kissed him. Oh how I kissed him! Naturally a kiss with us is rarely just a kiss. This one escalated quickly, and soon we were very hot and heavy again. He had me on my back and was full on making out with me, grinding his hardness into me. Being under his mass and feeling the heat of him had me cranked up in no time flat. After a few more minutes, we finally broke apart. “Alexa, turn lights to 20%,” he barked. And the lights in the bedroom came on low. “Why you turning on the lights?” I asked. “Because I want you to see my face and how serious I am,” he replied. He threw the covers off us, then he used his knees to force my legs apart. He kept peppering me with kisses and licks while he did this. Pretty soon my legs were spread, and I was open and vulnerable in front of him. “You think you’re just a hole for me? Do you?” he growled as he sucked my neck a little. “You think that’s all you are?” His hard cock nudged against my asshole. I may have whimpered a little. He looked at me. “Buddy, you are so much more than that. SO much more.” Then he grabbed the lube and slathered his cock and my hole with it. His head ever-so-slowly sliding into me until he was in me to the hilt. “Jesus Kurt,” I hissed. “Fuck me! Now!” “No,” he said flatly. “I’m not going to fuck you.” “Um… whaaaa?” I stammered. “Oh please, sir! Pretty please? You’re inside me, that’s basically the beginning part of fucking! And after everything we just said….” “Shhhh. I just need to be as close to you as I can get for this. Burying myself inside you and having you wrapped around me is important right now,” he said as he brought his face an inch from mine. “I’m going to make a vow. Right now. And you know I’m serious because intercourse is basically my religion and I’m inside my Bible right now, ok,?” I nodded that I understood. He stared into my soul, his amber eyes glowing in the soft light. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Period. You are stuck with me, bud, for better and for worse. I promise to keep my body fit for you, and my dick hard for you. I promise to always check with you before changing my facial hair, because I want you to be happy when you look at me. I promise to take care of you, and to listen more, and to make you laugh at least once a day, and to give you epic makeup sex when we do have a fight. And I promise not to ever go to bed mad. And I promise to do better about talking about shit so that we know where we’re coming from. And I promise not to blast you into space until such time as I grow weary of you…” “Jesus fucking Christ!” I laughed. “You just quoted Flash Gordon to me in your love declaration? And you call ME a dork?” He smiled one of his blinding smiles and every shadow of doubt was blazed away. “I should have said all of that when I gave you the ring tonight. Better late than never, I suppose,” he shrugged and I kissed him tenderly. “I don’t have a ring to give you, unless you count the one that’s around your dick right now,” I lamented with a squeeze of my hole. That made his eyes flutter and earned a sharp inhalation from him. “But what I can give you, Kurt, is my vow: I promise you that I don’t resent you. Not for a minute. I promise you that I love you. Truly, deeply, madly. I promise that you’re stuck with me, too, through thick and thin. At least until my inane babbling annoys you to the point that you can’t stand me anymore. I promise to continue being a dork, and to bike and squat so much that the 501’s can’t contain the magnitude of my ass. I promise to pull you up short and put you through hell and give you support. I promise to only sing Sondheim to on special occasions. I promise to swoon every time you smile at me like you are right now. And I promise that I’ll only ever have eyes for you.” “You through?” he asked with a smile. “Oh, and I promise to be your beck and call boy.” He groaned and laughed. “Ok, Pretty Woman.” “I heard somewhere that you liked the dorky, nerdy type,” I shrugged. “And I heard you like the muscular, Colt model type,” he countered. “Well, actually I’m more a sexy, silver, leatherdaddy rich doctor type—think you can set me up?” I asked innocently. “You’d be disappointed. He’s mostly a bottom,” he said with a wink. We kissed some more this exchange, his hard cock still buried deep inside me. Feeling the fullness that was him inside me was naturally getting me riled up, so I sneakily started to shift my ass around under the guise of getting of comfortable. I also started to slowly clench and release my hole on him. I was nothing if not subtle. I looked up at Kurt beseeching him with my eyes, as I quivered my pucker on him. “That’ll do, pig,” he chuckled. “I told you I’m not fucking you. But… I will share a little secret with you if you promise to stay still for a moment,” he said cryptically. So I waited. Quietly. Kurt adjusted so that he was all the way in me again. He held me closely, hovering over me, face still an inch from mine. I could feel his breath. His amber eyes searching my face, boring into me. I was just about to say something when suddenly his eyes squeezed shut and he exhaled with a tiny grunt, and I felt it. His cock throbbing inside of me. He was emptying himself into me without ever having moved a muscle. He shuddered briefly as his orgasm subsided and his cock started softening inside me. “Dude. Whoa. You just… came… like… spontaneously? I asked quizzically. “Yeah. That’s my secret. I can control my ejaculations with my mind. I learned a long time ago that for me it was more about the mental side than the physical stimulation side. I actually learned at boyscout camp of all places! I would hear my scout master jacking off, and because I didn’t want to get caught I pretended to be asleep and just thought myself to orgasm. I’ve been able to do it ever since. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the physical side of things. Fucking feels fucking great! But tipping myself to orgasm? That has always been more of a mental exercise for me. Hence the scenes, and places, and dirty talk, and other visual stimuli. And sometimes—given the right circumstances—I can cum like I just did.” “Gives a whole new meaning to ‘be prepared’,” I chuckled. “And you. YOU were a Boy Scout?” “EAGLE Scout. Yes.” He said smugly. “And did you ever, um… do stuff with Scout Master-bater?” “What do hoping to hear?” he laughed. “Something like how my Eagle Scout project was building raised garden boxes and starting an urban vegetable garden for an inner city neighborhood. And how I was fucking my Scout Master, who just so happened to also be my boyfriend’s father, bent over a sawhorse in the wood shop one night when and his wife and my boyfriend walked in on us right as I was cumming in him or something?” “Oh fuck. Is this true?” I said as my dick jumped at the thought. A slow, dirty smile spread across his face. “Scout’s honor. The scandal and fallout that ensued is still being talked about in sewing circles in my hometown to this very day!” “I am SO going to want details on that story later,” I said with an appreciative whistle. And then something else dawned on me. “You know what this little Scout trick means though? It means I can basically tap out whenever I want and STILL get loaded! Fuck the ring… THIS is the best gift EVAR!” “I guess we’ll see,” he chuckled, as he slid languidly from my ass. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but did I hear my dork of a boyfriend drop a Pygmalion pun during our little heart to heart?” And he smiled at me and then kissed me before I could spout my indignation. Later as we spooned (me the big spoon for a change), I felt the rhythmic expansion and contraction of Kurt’s massive back against me. I could tell he was drifting off to sleep, and I knew I wasn’t far behind. But I wasn’t quite ready to follow yet. My mind was deliciously quiet for a change and I was overcome with a warm sense of peace. I realized I was supremely content and happy in the moment. And while I still had things to sort out, I knew the Doc was right. I was going to be okay. And as I began to slowly drift off, I knew that I had taken a big step today. A step toward Acceptance.

When asked, I tell people that I'm about 90% top, but when I need it up the ass, I need it bad. One night after barefucking my boyfriend senseless, I got that craving. I went to work eating out my boyfriend's cummy hole and spit my load into my hand. I fingered my load into my ass, climbing onto my boy's throbbing hard cock. I managed to get a few inches in when his cock started shriveling up. My boy is almost exclusively a bottom, and has NEVER been able to cum by fucking me. I was disappointed, but not upset. He pulled me off his softened dick and pulled me up to his face, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He licked my ear, whispering, “You want that hole filled, don't you? I've got an idea...” He reached for the lube, and squirted some on his fingers and worked it into my hole. I wriggled around hoping that his fingers would be enough to scratch my itch. He got a smallish butt plug and worked it into my ass. It slipped right in. “Get dressed... And wear your jockstrap...” I didn't know what his idea was, but I knew he was up to something when he started sending text messages to several friends on his phone. And by friends, I mean people who have used and wrecked his hole. I knew he had played bare at least some of the time. It was easy to figure out when he came home “after working late,” reeking of mansweat and with a cummy hole. I LOVED sinking my cock into his ass using some stranger's cum as lube, and working their load deeper and deeper into his gut. It always got me off in no time, so I never asked for details or complained. My boy and I have been on-again / off-again monogamous for a few years, and when he falls off the wagon, he falls off big time, hooking up with strangers in park bathrooms, going to sex parties, organizing gangbangs to fill his ass with cum. When we were both dressed he dragged me to the car and we drove to the wrong side of the tracks to an adult bookstore. I thought maybe my boy could fuck me if he had an audience. We went in to the front part of the store and looked at a few dildos. He bought one about 10” long for me, and a tube of silicone lube and we headed back past the more private cabins and into the theatre area. There was a bareback fuck film playing and a few guys scattered around the theatre; some guys were paired up and fooling around, some were jerking off alone. We headed to the front row and started making out. He unzipped my pants and swallowed my cock, pulling my jock's pouch to the side and slurping loudly. I unzipped his fly and fished out his tool, moaning as he sucked away. Our noises started to attract attention. Two guys came over. One stubbly dude in his 20s had his t-shirt pulled back behind his head revealing a tight chest sprinkled with blond fur and two deliciously pierced nipples. The other guy was shorter and thicker around the middle, a bit older, and darker. He pulled his shirt off and leaned forward to kiss me. The darker guy pulled his pants down and waved a massive uncut dick in my face. My boyfriend grabbed his cock and aimed it to my mouth and I greedily swallowed it down. My boy patted me on the back and went to work freeing the blond hunk's cock. In a few moments, we were both on our knees servicing these strangers. My boy sucked the hunk off quickly and was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. He pulled out the new 10” dildo and spit the hunk's wad all over it. I was pulled up to my feet, still blowing the guy as the hunk cheered us on. My boy handed the dildo to the hunk, who removed the buttplug in my ass and replaced it with the cummy dildo. “You like my load up there, pig?” I mumbled yes. “A dirty load for a dirty slut.” I wondered if meant dirty as in POZ... The guy in my mouth started grunting and filled my mouth with his seed. The hunk pulled the dildo out and held it to my face. “Spit!,” he growled at me and I did, covering the dildo with a second load of strangers' cum. The hunk plunged it into my ass. I shook all over as the dildo was shoved repeatedly into my ass. I was so hard thinking about those strangers' loads working their way into my gut. My cocked bounced all over. My boy shoved his dick in my mouth and I blew him as the hunk worked my ass. I knew I was about to cum and moaned as I shot my load onto the filthy theater floor. “Lick that up,” he told me, shoving my face to the floor, forcing me to eat my jizz. The two guys laughed and started picking up their things. The hunk scrawled his number on a piece of paper and handed to my boyfriend saying, “Call me the next time you want to share his hole.” My boy sat down in a theatre seat and pulled me towards him, facing him. He pulled the cummy dildo out of my ass and I sat down on his hard dick. He bounced me up and down on his cock as I moaned with my eyes closed. “Room for one more,” someone asked. I opened my eyes to see a tall beefy red head shaking a thick uncut cock at my ass. “Good to see you again, Mark. Glad you could make it. Let's double-fuck this slut!” “You know I don't pull out man. You still ok with that?” “I've taken your load already. If I didn't mind taking your POZ load why should he?” Damn! This POZ guy had bred my boyfriend and was about to breed me! My boy pulled me forward raising my ass up a bit higher. The redhead spit on his dick, pulled back his foreskin, and eased it to my stretched hole. He managed to shove the head in next to my boy's cock. I felt like I was being torn in two as he forced more and more of his bare cock into my ass. I was glad I had two loads of cum up there to help him work it in and out. The dildo had opened me up a bit, but still, I had never known such pain. My boy saw the tears streaming down my face and eased my higher until his dick plopped out of my ass. The redhead pulled me up to my feet so I was leaning forward onto the seat and plunged his dick back into me, using the waistband of my jockstrap like horse's reins. “Man, he almost feels loose without an extra dick in there. Give me that dildo!” My boy handed him the cummy dildo and slid it back in my ass alongside his own. He leaned over me, grunting into my ear. “You taken a POZ load before, slut?” “No...” “You let your boy take POZ loads and you never wanted POZ loads for yourself?” “Ugh....” was all I could say. “Well, you're gonna get one NOW!!!!!!!” I could feel his first volley of cum shooting into my hole. He pulled all the way out and shot a few more across my back and ass. My knees began to buckle as he worked his slimy cock over my hole, pushing his seed into my gaping hole. He pulled out the dildo and used it to mop his poisoned jizz into my ass. He slapped me across the ass a few times and spun me around to clean off his dick. I tasted the tang of blood mixed with my ass juices and his cum. My boy shook his hand and gave him a bear hug. “Hope the rest of the guys can make it. POZZING this slut is going to be fun!” How had I gone from having an itch that needed to be scratched to taking three loads in a bookstore, at least one of them POZ??? My heart was pounding as the curtains parted and three guys walked in. The saw my boy and me and walked directly over. “This the slut taking all loads?” My boy nodded and smiled. “Yeah. My boyfriend will be as big a slut as me when you POZ fuckers are done with him.” I shuddered to think at what would happen next. To be continued...

Evening the Score At eighteen and five foot eleven inches of lean muscle, I cut a pretty picture. The victory cup held high above my head, I strutted around the pool in my racing speedo. I enjoyed the limelight, and I knew that everybody in that arena managed to sneak a peak at my package as I made my traditional lap in front of the opposing team’s bleachers. I was a big guy in my high school. I was a straight A student and captain of the cross country and swim teams. School was a golden time; I ran twelve miles every morning on the cross-country team and did laps till exhaustion in the late afternoon. The result of this effort was a tall lean and muscular body, composed of broad shoulders a narrow waist and perfect hairless bubble butt. The swim meet was the final of the season; a grudge match between the two schools, and a delicious win against the rich kids from across the tracks. I guess I took the win a little too far as I waved the cup in front of the losers, and high-fived my team mates as they headed to the showers. I chatted on the pay phone in the locker rooms, and lingered till there wasn’t a soul left in the showers before stripping off and getting myself cleaned up. Night had fallen when I emerged from the school, and the parking lot was empty. A heavy rain fell on the tarmac and I cursed my tardiness, flipped up the hood on my jersey and trudged to the nearest intersection to wait for the bus. I hadn’t waited long before a late model panel van pulled over to the curb and a young guy driving it leaned over to lower the window. “Need a lift?” he smiled. “Yeah, that would be great,” I shouted over the rain and pulled open the door to the van. I threw my bag onto the floor of the cab and settled into a jump seat next to the driver’s centre console. The seat was like that in a limousine, folding back and out of the way to make room for more storage in this utility vehicle. The driver was nicely dressed, and didn’t appear to be a delivery guy at all. He introduced himself as Greg as he pulled the car away from the curb and onto the deserted side street. I fumbled looking for the seat belt, and reaching over my right shoulder, I asked, “Where’s the safety belt?” My heart nearly jumped out of my chest, as two hands landed on my shoulders and a voice growled in my ear: “you won’t be needing it!” The hands tightened on my shoulders and literally dragged me out of the jump seat, over the seat back and into the dark void of the back of the van. Three bodies emerged from the shadows and flanked me on all sides. A worn mattress was on the floor of the panel van and all I could see was the flickering light from the driver’s window. “It’s gotta be him,” whispered one of the guys in the back of the van. I started to protest, but a hand was slammed firmly over my mouth. “You did your shouting back at the pool. Now keep quiet and you won’t get hurt,” seethed the guy who muffled my scream. He slowly waved a long stiletto knife in front of my eyes and a fear like I had never felt before welled up in me. He took the knife and slid the shaft under the collar of my hoody, lifting the blade up and away from my body the fabric split open in a silent slow motion reveal. Pulling the knife away as the fabric was freed from it’s elastic waist band, the other guys grabbed the shirt from either side and tore the remainder of it’s cloth from my naked torso. My hands were grabbed and nylon cord was wrapped around them, binding them tightly. A vicious tug pulled my arms above my head and swung my body around. The others flipped me over and I could feel my Addidas pulled off of my feet, as my bound hands were secured to a U bolt on the floor of the cab. I felt a hand on my back, and the stiletto reappeared in my line of vision. The owner of the knife shifted his weight and moved the blade down past my line of sight. I felt his hand curl under the waistband of my jeans and then the knife slide down under the fabric. The denim gave more resistance than the cotton of my jersey, and the owner of the knife had to press down on the small of my back while he jerked the knife up and away from my body. The jeans split open and I could feel the stiletto travel the length of my ass, its tearing motion assisted by the other guys’ hands as they grabbed the fabric and stripped the torn jeans in two. Peeling them off my legs, they each grabbed a side of my briefs and pulled for all their might. It hurt like hell as the cotton and elastic gave way, and I was left naked and splayed in the back of the van. Appreciative hands moved on my body, kneading and massaging my legs and ass. One hand cupped my balls and cock pinching and pulling until I became erect. Fingers probed my anus assisted by a steady stream of saliva dripping down the crack of my ass as the guys laughed and repeatedly spit on me. The van came to a sudden stop and I craned my neck to see out of the driver’s window. A lake was clearly visible a few meters from the vehicle. We had stopped in a glade beside a local resort not yet open for the season; the rain was still falling, dappling on the water and drumming on the ceiling of the van. The side door to the van opened, and moonlight poured in on my naked body. Greg stood triumphant at the side of the van. I could see him clearly now, and instantly remembered his down-turned face from the poolside. He swam relay for the losing team and his buddies were his cheering section. He stood in the moonlight and unzipped his jacked. Standing beside me, he stripped naked along with his buddies in the van. He was shorter than me, had a wrestlers body, and tremendous upper body strength. His cock was cut and fat and grew to a good eight inches when fully erect. Climbing into the van, he parted my legs and I felt his tongue push into my asshole. He licked and chewed on my ass and balls while I squirmed under the pressure and obvious pleasure of his attention. One of the guys came forward in the van grabbing my hair and pushed his stiff cock into my mouth. He fucked my face while his buddy loosened me up. I felt hands on my ankles and my ass was lifted in the air. A bag, possibly my gym bag, was thrown under my hips leaving me completely exposed, and I felt the head of Greg’s cock press against my virgin hole. The pain was terrible as he entered me. Slowly and without hesitation he took me, his cock plunging deep inside me. I cried out but the sudden eruption of cum from his buddy splashed the back of my throat and put an end to any protest. Greg’s friend growled with delight as he continued to pump thick salty fluid into my mouth. I had to swallow or choke. Greg’s rhythm as he fucked me was quickening, and to my amazement I was matching his moves. My cock, which immediately went limp when the rape began was now raging hard and I was busting to let loose with my own orgasm. Faster and faster, the pounding on my ass continued, until with a few long strokes I felt Greg’s hot sperm fill my hole. He leaned forward and chewed on my neck while his cock exploded in my hole. “You like that, don’t you,” he hissed, adding: “You might have won the swim meet, but I’m claiming the prize.” I came in a thunderous orgasm, as he pounded his cock into my ass, splashing my chizz all over the van beneath me and collapsed in exhaustion. The guys nodded their approval as my remaining cum drooled from my prick. I felt the stiff rod slowly slide out of my ass, the guy in front of me, now spent, drew his softening cock from my mouth. I panted with exhaustion and amazement at how my body could be stimulated like this. I rolled onto my back, and could see the moonlight still dancing on the water. The calm didn’t last long, however, as my legs were lifted into the air and the next cock shoved abruptly into my hole. The night wore on as each guy, recovering from their earlier orgasm, fucked me again and again. For hours, the guys fucked my ass and face, two and three at a time. I came to know every expression of gay sex, interrupted only with intermittent flashes of blinding lightning as my body was used and abused. Spread-eagled in the van; tied to a tree near the water; and at one point, binding my hands and feet together, they laid me on a picnic table, spun me around, and took turns shoving their cocks in my ass and mouth. A spirited game of spin the bottom, they all jacked off on my naked and ravaged body as the rain stopped and the sky brightened. Exhausted and covered with their cum and mine, they dropped me off in nothing but my bathing suit in front of my house. They kept my torn clothes as a trophy and thanked me for taking one for the team. As they pulled away from the curb my cum-soaked gym bag was pitched out the van window and my torn calvins flapped from their aerial. A few days later, the doorbell rang and a package addressed to me was on the welcome mat. Inside it, I found a series of nearly a hundred color and black and white photographs of me being fucked in every possible position. That wasn’t lightning that lit up our reveries after all, but a small auto focus camera. The look of ecstasy, hunger and excitement was clear on my face in virtually every shot. A note scrawled on the last photo directed my attention to my bedroom window. There, parked at the curb, was the van. The side door was open and not four but six young guys were waiting at the curb laughing and glancing up at my window. A moment later the front door of my house opened and I hung my head as I headed to the van. I knew that I was in for an even bigger pounding than the last, but as I strode across the lawn of my suburban home, my cock began to stiffen at the thought of all six dicks waiting to take my freshly trained hole.

Wow well worth the wait!!!!

so did you?

13. seduced by a teacher

I want to try some and see how it helps with depth stretching. Any brands recommended?

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): `DJ or Boy Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 314-944-5605 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): near bates and grand in strouds 63118 Times you're generally not available: not available 10-8 Sunday and Wednesday - Friday Age:30 Height:5’5” Weight:155 Ethnicity: white

I will do that for sure

Sounds like you've had many fun times. I wouldn't say I "had" to be forced, just like the domination.

I have been super horny recently. I went out last weekend and ended up at a cute tattooed top twinks who fucked and bred me really good. But that just seemed to throw fuel on the fire of my need for raw dick. So today headed out to run errands. Jumped on grindr while driving. Not 5 minutes and this hot Italian dad hit me up and 6 minutes later I was walking in his front door. He brought me to the bedroom and put me on the bed, stripped and pushed his hard dick against my hole. I sniffed my poppers and rubbed his hot hair chest. And his rock hard cock slipped in my tight hole and he was pounding me good. I was in heaven. He fucked me good and shot his hot load in my ass. I figured that would do it for me. Then one of my fuck buddies messaged me a couple hours later. So over to his house I went. He fucked and bred me twice. My hole was sloppy and I was feeling so good. So on my way home I stopped by the bookstore and the lot was full. I got excited. Went in and quickly got followed to a booth by this hot Latin guy. I put some money in, dropped to my knees and started sucking his 8 inch uncut cock. It was delicious. He started rubbing my ass, so down went my pants and I bent over and took that hot uncut dick in me. He fucked me for a good 15 minutes and then hard fucked his load deep in my hole. When he pulled out cum ran down both my legs. I should have been fine but when I walked outof the booth this cute young guy was rubbing his dick and so I dropped to my knees in the booth and he fed me his load. Now it's time to leave... As I was walking out there was this young thick hot guy. I couldn't resist following him around the corner. Followed him into a booth and sucked him off. He was a loud boy, telling me how good I was and screaming as he blew his huge load in my mouth. I am now home jacking off as the cum continues to deep out of my well used ass.

I will tag you all for my responses since it seems that there is a limit of posts that I can make per day @ErosWired You are right, sometimes when u have a big story you forget to mention some basics. I think that thinking of him is the most precise word. I would like to fuck with him but that's not the center of my feelings. There are times that there is a balance and I'm okay, we're like regular brothers. And others that I just really need him now to hug me. That's true for him too. About why I came back and the "cake" paradigm.. We grew up in a large city and our lives are there. We own the house so that means that we have no rent and if we were on rent we would have something way smaller. So financially it's not viable, unless we sold the house and buy two small appartments. So apart from the stay together part, it's the practical part. Part of my fear is that he could feel the same. I believe our mother was afraid of that, and that she couldn't even say it out loud. Aboyt my bf, I thought that I needed to try a healthy relationship. I did fell in love with him. What I really like is that he loves my brother too, they are on good terms. I also appreciated that he didnt do what many gays would do; ask for a threesome. Our father kinda knew. As children we would sleep together but our mother would seperate us. When she wasn't there (visiting our grandparents) he would let us sleep together. About the "brother thinks I was angry" it's more intense that it sounds. I could feel his sadness. @backdoorjimmy I really don't know what I should tell to my brother. I fear he feels the same. And I think that's bad. My bf knows how much I love him and maybe deep down he knows. But I love my bf, I am with him bcz it feels nice. I didnt pick him as a desperate solution. @hntnholeI can really feel ur story. What twins feel and why is a mystery. it's something that I avoid to discuss. I have similar stories. We have a blood disease (hemophilia) which is pretty mild. But we do take medication and implications have happened. I was sleeping with my best friend in my room and I was mumbling my bros name. He woke me up and told me that maybe I should check on him and while he was sleeping he was bleeding from the noose and choking. I have many similar incidents. I can feel his heart beating fast. I can feel his emotions.

Part 26 - The Curator & The Prince Alex woke to the sound of Artem bringing him coffee and putting it on the table beside his bed, observing royal protocol then jumping on the bed sitting next to him and chatting. Today was the last of the formal conference meetings which meant the day after they could go off agenda and have less formal talks bringing any ideas to the table. Being asked to give the key note speech that afternoon Alex was prepared as best he could be, the idea was daunting at first yet now he knew each and everyone of the partners he was less scared of it. He only had to remember not to look at Felipe as this would put him off. After lunch and speaking with crystal clarity and confidence then receiving a standing ovation when he finished, they praised his contribution to the charity which was now flourishing even more with his royal patronage. Liam watched from the side utterly overwhelmed and impressed by Alex, his casual but royal approach was outstanding without the stuffiness of the occasion where the partners appeared relaxed and clearly loved being able to talk with him quite openly. Alex had learnt so much about the charity and the work it does in the communities. Liam didn't go unnoticed either, always at the side protecting the prince he was becoming a regular attendee at events and the partners always took care of him taking time to talk and make sure he was involved being such an integral part of having a royal patron. A few patrons were disappointed that Artem was given time off to explore London, they knew Artem was the key to the prince's diary and kept in with him in case they wanted Alex to attend any events. Felipe walked over to Alex "Your highness" he said bowing his head gracefully. "Mr Morales" Alex replied shaking his hand. "Wonderful speech" Felipe informed Alex, "I have a premier at the end of January in LA" he said. Alex grinned "And what of it?" he asked, "You want me to attend?". Felipe nodded "I Would love you to attend at least one of them" he replied. Alex smiled "Send me the dates and I will get Artem to block the time out" he said. "Gracias" Felipe replied, "The studio will pay for you and a guest to attend". Alex nodded "Thank you, it will need to be four people, Liam and Artem will need to fly with me". "Of course, it is not a problem" Felipe replied bowing his head. They carried on chatting for a few minutes whilst Alex began thinking about who, if anyone he would take to LA. He was definitely bubbling with excitement at the thought of going to LA and when he told Liam he shook his head knowing how hard his work would be. The rest of his afternoon was taken up with Lady Trasilion and was very clear to Alex and Liam that the artist was very typical of a young modern impressionist artist, casual with no formal dress sense and expected the same at his gallery showings. She revealed they had been working on Asa to join the charity and be involved in some capacity but he had yet to give a proper answer. Alex invited Lady Trasilion to the royal suite for a drink before they were due to attend and she arrived at 6pm nodding her approval of how Alex and Liam were dressed in jeans and shirt. Alex showed Liam a picture of the artist revealing a 26 year slim guy with brown shoulder length hair that was part curly and wavy, a stubble half beard was the best way to describe what was growing on his face. The piercing blue eyes and a very handsome looking man which caused Liam to smirk looking at Alex and wondering if this was the type of man who could sweep his prince off his feet. Rushing around in the art gallery where Max was making final adjustments with Asa, the artist. Asa allowed Max to get away with a lot since he had a thing for Max and always flirted openly with him but could never make any progress since Max was strictly business as far as Asa was concerned. He liked the flirting and gave as good back when they were alone, from this they had become good friends and the reality was Asa trusted Max implicitly about his decisions. It had been several months since they had seen each other and Asa found that Max was slightly different since his holiday with the guys. "You still single then Max?" Asa asked adjusting another painting. Max slapped his hand out of the way and readjusted it "Yes, had my heart stolen on holiday". Asa stopped and looked at him "Is that why you seem different, by who?" he asked curiously. Max brushed it off "Some guy I met in Mauritius" he replied contemplating, "Doesn't matter". "Come on Max, someone got to you?" Asa asked, "What happened did Gareth the gorilla put them off?". Max chuckled "No Gareth did not put him off" he replied, "In fact he turned Gareth down for sex". "Shit no way!" Asa replied laughing, "So he must have been really keen on you?" he now asked. Max shrugged "I think so, but we forgot to exchange numbers so I will never know" he said sadly. "Worst night of my life" Asa suddenly said moving to next picture, "Sex with Gareth". Max smirked "I still can not believe you went there" he replied pricing the painting then chuckled. Asa shook his head "Wanted to try what it was about, he was way to demanding for my liking". "And you are not?" Max replied laughing knowing Asa only to well on the man front. Max looked at him "And you, have you found anyone or still sleeping around?" he asked. "Waiting for you Max" Asa replied laughing and handing him a price tag, "So who is coming?". "Usual list of our collectors and we publicised the showing so who knows" Max replied. Asa nodded "I know Lady Trasilion is coming, she is still trying to get me on that charity". Max chuckled "I guess she doesn't take no for an answer, maybe you should do it, good publicity for your career". "I guess" Asa replied, "I want to paint you naked" he said making Max laugh. "I know you do, maybe, one day, perhaps" Max replied without commitment. The WhiteGuards gallery owner checked Max and Asa were ready and at 7pm the doors were opened and people began wandering in. Gareth and Louis appeared along with Max's parents all of whom were very avid supporters of Max in his career as well as Asa. It didn't take long for the gallery to be bustling with guests drinking wine and eating canapes as they wondered through the expansive rooms of the gallery. Admiring the works and beginning to snap pieces up quickly, despite the artist still relatively unknown he had a flair for imagination and seducing the viewer in, the erotica in gallery 4 sold out within thirty minutes completely astounding Asa. Outside the gallery the headlights of the limousine slowly approached the building. "Here we are" Margarite said as the chauffeur pulled up in front of the brightly lit gallery. Liam hurried out and opened the door for Alex bowing his head in protocol "Your highness". "Keep close Liam" Alex said looking a little apprehensive at this unofficial engagement. The gallery owner rushed out of the door "Lady Trasilion how lovely to see you again" David said. "Thank you David, I have two guests with me hope that is alright" she replied. "Of course" David replied shaking hands with Liam, "Welcome to WhiteGuards gallery" he said. He move towards Alex then stumbled "Oh my!" he said looking shocked "Your royal highness". David bowed his head "Pleased to meet you David" Alex said offering his hand. "This is such an honour for us your highness" David said shaking his hand gently. "David" Lady Trasilion spoke interrupting him, "Less royalness please" she said. "Yes of course" David replied, "Please follow me". Alex followed behind Lady Trasilion and in front of Liam and were taken over to a waiter who offered them a glass of wine, David pointed out that Asa was in gallery 3 mingling around. Alex insisted Lady Trasilion went to meet the artist whilst he and Liam casually walked around looking at the pieces of art hanging on the walls. It wasn't long before Liam had Alex laughing since he knew nothing about art except for the portrait paintings hanging in the palace. Liam leaned in to Alex "Complex, disentanglement of the artists imagination" he said confidently. Alex looked at him "You are full of crap sometimes" he replied as they both giggled. "Actually it is not bad" Liam suddenly said, "Contemporary art I guess". "Hmm... looks like a painting by a person who chooses to paint like a child or is a child" Alex said. Liam chuckled "That is very demeaning" he said smirking. "Isn't meant to be, it is what I see" Alex said studying the painting in more details. "Accurate interpretation" David said standing behind them, "He painted that when he was six". Alex looked a little horrified realising he was heard "I didn't mean anything". David smiled "Actually you are the only person who has ever interpreted it correctly". Alex nodded looking back at it "So how much is it?" he asked almost to scared to ask. "Not for sale your... sir" David replied, "It is in the artists private collection". "Gallery 2 is where you find some of his recent works" David suggested guiding them through. Alex looked at his book "And gallery 4, you know the err..." he glanced down at his book again. "Ah yes the erotica artwork" David chuckled, "All sold out but still available for viewing". "Thank you" Alex replied following him through the crowds. "Take your time, the curator is in there if you have any questions and the artist is around" David said leaving them. Alex and Liam took there time looking at each piece of work which was certainly better than the first piece they saw as they moved along from painting to painting. Both of them had no idea what they were looking at and constantly referred to the catalogue that provided an insight in to the artist depiction. Despite them both not having a clue they were enjoying themselves as this was something completely different for them both. The paintings were very good and they could see a pattern in how each piece was painted that clearly defined the artists work and brushstrokes that came evident with each painting. Liam went back to the first painting in the gallery and Alex stood in front of number six called Silver Lake, it actually captured something in Alex's eye and imagination, his head was cocked to one side whilst he studied it in more detail whilst Liam moved on to the next one. Max moved through the gallery and saw the back of a guy dressed in jeans and shirt who seemed to be spending a lot of time studying Silver Lake, in fact this was Max's favourite painting as well. He walked over to the young man. "Silver Lake" Max said, "Asa painted this when he was in Italy last year staying at Lake Como". "One of my favourite paintings that captures a very serene moment in time" Max added. It took a moment for the words to sink in then the voice that he recognised but couldn't place immediately, then the flashback to laying on the beach staring in to the nervous eyes of the person who sole his heart, remembering the time and place. Then sitting on the balcony overlooking the ocean enjoying a casual dinner with butterflies whenever he looked him in the eye. A wave of nausea ran over him like never before that was hard to determine if it was excitement or dread. Alex bit down on his lip almost afraid to turn in case it wasn't who he hoped would be standing there, slowly he shuffled his feet turning to face him. "Max!" Alex said softly feeling a surge of warmth and excitement coursing through his body. Max smiled and then looked at him for a moment completely stunned "Alex!" he exclaimed staring at him. There was a weird silence between then "What are you doing here?" Max asked going all flustered. "Sort of working, what are you doing here?" Alex asked in return unsure what to say. Max looked around "I work here" he replied then stared opened mouth at Alex. "It really is you!" Alex said softly, "I thought I would never see you again Max". "I can't believe it, that you are standing here in front of me" Max now said boiling over with love. "Max, Max, calm down" Alex said grabbing his arms, "It really is you" he said almost crying with emotion. Max pulled Alex forward hugging him tightly "Alex!" he said in anguish holding him tighter. In a contrasted moment where forgot where and who he was he kissed Max who happily returned hugging and holding on to Alex like he was about to disappear again. Liam looked over and panicked having lost sight of Alex, quickly he focused in and realised that someone had hold of his prince. Automation mode engaged seeing those arms hugging almost forcing the prince in his arms. Liam flew across the gallery floor in protection mode. Weather friend or foe it didn't matter, touching the prince like this was just not done and put him at great risk. With force he separated Max pulling Alex behind him, he didn't clock on that it was Max since his primary focus was the safety of the prince. "Your highness are you okay?" Liam asked looking at him whilst holding Max at arms length. The colour in Alex's face drained fearing what was going to happen "I am fine Liam it is Max!". "What?" Liam said in shock then looking at Max. He was looking at them both weirdly. "Your highness?" Max questioned glancing from one to the other and taking a few steps back, "Is this some joke?". Alex freaked seeing the look "Max please let me explain" he said pleading and moving forward. "Is he joking?" Max asked staring at Alex and holding his hand up trying to figure them both out. Alex stepped forward "Max" Alex said calmly, "Please let me explain this" he pleaded. "What did he mean by your highness?" Max asked looking confused and like he didn't know Alex at all now. Max shook his head "No, no, no. This can't be right" he said taking another step back. Alex stepped forward "Your highness" Liam said holding Alex's arm. "Stop calling me that!" Alex said getting angry with a tear rolling down his face in anguish. Max walked backwards away from Alex "Max please!" Alex pleaded again but Max ran from the gallery. "Get away from me!" Max exclaimed loudly storming off. Gareth picked up a glass of wine for Max then saw him rushing out the door and standing on the pavement like he didn't know where to run, a scared and lost child that paced up and down. Gareth put the glasses back and quickly he ran outside calling Max who had a very upset look on his face. "What happened?" Gareth asked grabbing hold of Max, "You look like you have seen a ghost". Max stared at him still in shock "Al... Alex is here" he finally managed to say. "What inside?" Gareth now asked looking taken back at his nodding, "So what's the problem?". "I don't know" Max said, "I mean it is him" he sniffed, "I mean not him" he made no sense. Max stared at Gareth "I knew there was something mysterious about him" he added. "Max!" Alex called coming out the door, "Please let me explain" he said rushing over. "Explain what?" Max asked looking at him, "How you played me, took me for a fool that you could play with?". Liam quick as ever was hot on Alex's heels "You don't need to explain yourself" he said to Alex. Asa then appeared wondering if the party was now outside "Max are we partying out here now?" he joked. Liam looked at Asa who looked at him then Alex "Oh my god!" Asa said looking at Alex in surprise. Gareth was still perplexed "Someone tell me what is going on here?" he asked. Asa knew exactly who Alex was and bowed "Your highness, I apologise for my outburst" he said. "What?" Gareth said sounding more confused scratching his head. Alex though was looking at Max "Gareth" Liam said getting his attention, "This is Prince Alexander". Gareth stared for a moment then laughed "Okay whose joke is this?" he asked finding it amusing. Asa turned to him "Gareth this is His Royal Highness Prince Alexander of Monrovia" he said. Gareth looked stumped "I am Prince Alexander's protection officer" Liam added. "And neither of you thought to tell Max this in Mauritius?" Gareth now asked looking annoyed. Max shook his head "Fair play to both of you. You really did a number on me!" he said to Alex. "Max" Alex pleaded, "I wanted to tell you Max, only it just never seemed right" he explained. "Right?" Max questioned still pacing around, "You steal my heart then probably laughed about it". "No!" Alex replied standing in front of him, "That was the real me you got know" he said. Max stared at him "I can't deal with this right now" he said shaking mostly from shock. Max walked a few steps then turned "I mean, who fucking hell are you?" he asked then walked off. Max walked back in to the gallery promptly downing a glass of wine before disappearing in to the crowd. His head was conflicted and all over the place, he knew he would not be able to think this through properly. Gareth looked at Alex and Liam shaking his head then walked back in to the gallery leaving Asa, Liam and Alex standing on the pavement. Liam put his arm around Alex and called for the car. "Can you let Lady Trasilion know we will send the car back for her" Liam informed Asa. "No wait, please don't go, I mean crap royalty at my viewing" Asa said excited. Alex shook his head "We should leave Asa I am sorry for ruining this evening". Asa stopped "You are the one he fell head over heels for!" he said putting the pieces together. Alex looked at him "You know about me then?" he asked. "God yes!" Asa replied, "Max has been completely weird since his return from holiday". Alex glanced through the gallery window "Please stay as my guests" Asa pleaded. Alex looked at Liam "Can we stay a bit longer, I have to try and speak to Max" he said nervously. "No your highness, it is best to leave Max for the moment" Asa said making sure Alex understood. "Trust me when Max gets in his head you have no chance getting through to him" Asa advised. "Come have a drink with me" Asa said inviting them back in, "Dam you are hot" he said to Liam. Liam dazzled him with a smile "Prince here ain't bad looking either" Asa added winking at Alex. Alex smiled finding Asa funny, flirty in very down to earth way "Pretty hot yourself" he said. Asa laughed "Your highness please retain what dignity you have left " Liam warned grinning. Asa handed them both a drink "So you here with Lady Trasilion then?" he asked. "Yes" Alex replied, "I am here on charity work with her" he said thanking him for the wine. "Oh yeah I know you are the patron, she badgers me enough" Asa replied forgetting his manners. Alex smiled "So you know why we are here then?" he asked. Asa nodded, "You involved as well?" he asked Liam. "A little" Alex replied for Liam, "Got involved by default as he is always hanging around". "Your highness is everything okay?" Lady Trasilion asked making her way over to him. "Yes Margarite, well sort of" Alex replied clearly trying to see if Max had appeared. "I see you have met the aspiring artist who owes me an answer" Margarite noted. Asa laughed "You win Lady T" he said putting his arm around Alex, "I will join". Liam shuffled forward and quickly removed Asa's arm "Hands off the prince please" he said. "Sorry I ain't much good in the presence of royalty" Asa said apologising profusely. "Man I would love to get you in bed" Asa said to Liam chuckling and admiring his body. Liam smirked shaking his head "I would break you like a twig" he said patting his shoulder. Asa shook his head "Dam now you have made my knob hard touching me" he said getting lost in Liam's looks. "Asa" Alex spoke, "Silver Lake painting I want to buy it please" he said. Asa turned to him and smiled "Nope, my gift to you" he said holding his hand up stopping Alex from protesting. "Thank you Asa" Alex said genuinely, "But I want to gift it to Max he likes it". "Well I have a duplicate in my studio if you want one as well" Asa offered. Alex nodded "Yes I would, but let me pay for it Asa" he said this time holding his hand up. "No your highness. But you could let me paint your portrait" Asa said winking at Alex, "Naked". Liam stepped in "Chill out Liam" Alex said, "He will be like this until he knows you" he said. Alex tapped his chin "Okay you paint my portrait for my birthday but not naked!" he replied making Asa smile. Liam relaxed a little bit changing his attitude towards Asa knowing that if his prince said that it was good enough for him his judgement could be trusted, the next hour was spent chatting away with Asa whilst Alex constantly scanned the room for Max. Lady Trasilion got wind of what was distracting the prince from Asa who was savvy enough to know when two people had a connection that needed fixing and a plan was put in place with Liam's help before the evening ended. The car arrived and Alex departed with Liam and Lady Trasilion, he had one last look to see if Max was around, his heart was breaking and he knew he would have to come back and find him. He wasn't going to let Max go a second time without a fight, whatever it took. Max was distraught and finding it hard to think on his feet, clearly distracted and unsure what to make of the revelation that unfolded. He knew deep down that what he felt for Alex was so different from anything else and seeing him again only enforced that, but the revelation of who he really was just wouldn't go away. He felt stupid, played, deceived. In fact anything he could think of was how he felt right now. Max walked through to gallery two and glanced over at the Silver Lake painting then realised it had a sold sticker on it, which didn't help matters as he was hoping to buy it and was working on his parents to buy it for him for Christmas. His parents came over noticing the distracted look on Max's face using the excuse he was slightly stressed at how busy it was, hiding his true feelings and anger that was boiling in his body. Alex walked in to the royal suite and Artem came out of his room to attend, immediately he spotted something was not right with Alex and Liam who was following with a worried look on his face. Liam indicated for Artem to go back to his room whilst he followed the prince in to his bedroom. The way he walked showed a very deflated person and Liam closed the door and put his arms around Alex who immediately had a melt down. Alex felt unable to hide or control his emotions any more, the whole evening had been a complete disaster as far as he was concerned and right now he needed his stable rock in the form of Liam. Artem ordered hot chocolate and brought the mugs in to the bedroom, the sight almost making his heart break. Liam sat on the window seat with Alex resting his head on his lap whilst Liam stroked him. Liam looked up and smiled mouthing the word Max to him and Artem knew their paths must have somehow crossed this evening. "Is he alright?" Artem asked quietly handing a mug of chocolate to Liam. "Thanks" Liam replied and nodded, "It didn't go well" he simply said. "That is an understatement!" Alex said lifting himself to a seated position his eyes now red. "Your hurting?" Liam asked softly, Alex nodded holding on tighter to Liam. Liam kissed him on the forehead and undid Alex's shirt "I told you we would be here for you". "What a mess!" Alex said down beaten and accepting the mug offered by Artem. Artem sat next to Alex and rubbed his knee whilst they drank their hot chocolate in silence. Artem took the mugs and left Liam and Alex alone. "I just want to go to bed" Alex said standing up, "I need to forget all about him it is a lost cause". Liam stood "I am not leaving you alone tonight" he said beginning to undress Alex. "You don't need to do this" Alex said moving his shoulders so Liam could take the shirt off. Liam looked at him "It was my slip of the tongue Alex" he admitted making it clear. Alex shook his head "No Liam, you were doing your job" he said correcting him. Alex half smiled wiping his eyes "Why is everything so complicated Liam?" he asked. Liam folded Alex's clothes "Maybe Max is the right person for you Alex" he said kindly. Alex shook his head "It is my title, people just can't accept it. Maybe I should..." he started. "No!" Liam said putting his hands on Alex's shoulder "You are a prince by birth and right". Alex looked at him "Stand tall Alex, you are who you are and you are a magnificent prince and person" Liam added. "What did you mean by Max is the right person?" Alex asked pulling himself together. "He freaked out, shows he truly didn't know who you are" Liam explained, "We need to work on him". Liam picked Alex up carrying him to bed allowing Alex to fall in to his arms, it wasn't long before Alex moved and wiped his eyes still upset about the whole evening. Liam refusing to let go of him stroked his back slowly until the prince began breathing steadily as he fell asleep. Liam laid there wondering why the hell Max had behaved so weirdly, it was not as if Alex had ever lied to him so maybe it was shock at finding out that he had fallen in love with a prince. The following day was no better and he was off his game in the meetings a little, he couldn't help noticing the discreet conversations going on between Margarite and Liam. Frankly Alex wanted to go home and didn't care what was going on, he only had one more day to get through and was glad to be back at the hotel where he could shut the existence of Max outside the doors. Settling down to a quiet dinner with Liam and Artem in the suite, Alex picked himself up as usual and started to enjoy himself being in their company, Liam slightly nervous and worrying about tonight and the secret plan they had hatched with the gallery owner, it was going to be one massive gamble. Something had to be done to bring Max to his senses and they needed to be alone together and discover for themselves if it was all or nothing for the prince and curator.

Driving to Tim and Kates place after a month since we last played. All I can think of was the last time. How fucking thick Tim’s cock was watching it open up Kate’s pussy. How her pussy felt when I was inside her and when she cam squirting soaking my cock and balls dripping down my ass. How she begged me to cum deep in her, then how Tim moved in taking my leaking cum from her pussy with that thick cock to shove it back deep in her until he unloaded in her. There was so much cum everywhere. I got to the hotel and was welcomed by a naked Tim with a very hard very thick cock. Come in make your self comfortable Kate is still in the bath relaxing. Tim handed me a drink as I stripped my cock already hard and leaking. Dam you look ready to play he said. So do you it looks even thicker then I remember I don’t know how she can take it all in her Tim. He laughed its all about the kink and spreading the cum and juices inside and out. Tim that is hot but I do have to amet that I have been a little bit worried. We jumped right into fucking last time and used no protection without talking and I’m married you know. He said don’t worry she can’t get pregnant, and we don’t swing a lot. In fact it was really hot to get your cum inside my cock as well as her pussy. What do you mean in your cock? The cock ring I have on I can adjust it to almost fist my cock so it opens up my piss slit. When I was fucking your creampie back into Kate pussy I could feel you cum getting pushed into my piss slit. Dam Tim that’s kinky. Here let me show you Kate doesn’t really like bi play so let’s take advantage well she is busy. Before I knew it Tim had my cock in his mouth sucking me. Dam it felt good he sucked deep sucking my precum from the tip as we moved his hand to my ass pulling me deeper. He let my cock free and stood up so I got right to my knees and took as much as that thick cock in my married mouth as I could. Dam he was leaking I could taste that precum as I kept sucking him. Tim said he boy I’m going to cum a few times tonight get ready. When I tell you stand up and fist your cock and open your piss slit Tim said. I’m not sure what he had in mind but I sucked his big thick daddy cock the best I could. Tim said now so I stood up and took my hard cock in my had and fisted it to open the piss slit. Tim put the tip of his cock tight against mine and shot his cum into my piss slit. Dam it burned some and felt like to went down to my balls. Kate came in and gave me a deep kiss as I was still trying to recover, come fuck me deep first before foreplay baby. She lay back on the bed spreading her legs as Tim came over and slipped his special cock ring on me opening my piss slit showing his cum. I got on top of her that hot pussy pulled me deep inside her. Fuck she was so wet and I could feel her wetness on the tip of my cock as I fucked her deep and hard. It wasn’t long before she was cumming covering my cock and balls in her cum the bed was soaking wet and I could feel her juice in my cock. Dam I’m out of shape after fucking her hard and fast dripping sweat I rolled off as Tim replaced me shoving his thick cock fast and deep in her. Was hot watching them fuck her pussy red and dripping knowing I was hitting her deep and he was stretching her wide. Tim looked over at me, ready to fuck my cum back into her? Fuck yes Tim breed her. He pushed deep and you could see his ball tighten up as he pumped her full. Tim rolled off and Kate got on all fours as Tim grabbed my Cock and tight the ring to open up my piss slit and lined me up with her dripping pussy. Fuck it was so hot and wet a mix of her cum and his and I fucked his cum back into her with my raw married cock not knowing if his cum was going down my piss slit or not. Fucking away holding her hips seeing those hot tits swing I didn’t notice Tim cum behind me. He whispered in my ear fuck her deep and don’t say anything as I felt the tip of his hard cock push between my cheeks. Fuck I pushed deep and unloaded in Kate right as Tim’s head of this thick cock popped in me and started cumming.

You and me both. I wonder how many hours - years ago - I wasted on the cruise sites. I don't like to fuck guys that aren't "present", off on some damn "cloud" somewhere. As the online stuff got more and more full of junkies, I just quit them. Haven't missed them one iota, either. Qualifier: in the darkrooms, I'm sure there are plenty of drugged-up holes, and I couldn't care less. In the darkrooms, they're already there, full of Seed off other Cocks, ready for more, and that's all I care about in the fuckjoints. I have a few fuckbuds that come over, or I go to their place, and these are guys I know, they're not junkies, and I do give a rats ass about them. A couple of beers or a smoke (as in weed) is one thing - the rest, no thanks.

Hi guys, thanks for all the comments and likes. Here's a short chapter to tide you over. I promise Zac will be getting some poz cum real soon. Chapter 3 I was a wreck waiting for my brother to get home. I had to tell him; I knew I needed to but I just didn't know how to do it. I was going stir crazy and didn't want to take any chance that Thomas would come downstairs to talk to me, so I left the house to go for a walk. They had a great park only a few blocks away from their house. I quickly changed into some shorts and a t-shirt and headed out. The park was a nice big one. There was lots of green areas for the kids to play and several walking/jogging trails for the adults. Matt and Thomas had told me they loved hitting some of the trails that were more in the wooded area since they were never crowded, so that's were I headed. I started down a path and wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings as I was still trying to process seeing Thomas fucking some guy, and did I mention he had a really big dick. I didn't realize how long I'd been walking when I noticed I was in a rather secluded section of the park. I'd passed a few guys coming the opposite direction but really hadn't paid much attention to them, so I totally missed them checking me out. I reached the part of the main trail where it wrapped around but I wasn't quite ready to head back yet. There seemed to be an offshoot path that had been made heading back further into the woods. What the hell, I thought let's go explore. I'd been walking for about five minutes when I saw a younger guy headed towards me. "Hi Daddy, too bad I'm in a hurry or I'd bend over for your babies right here." He reached out and grabbed my crotch and gave it a squeeze. He let go and continued on pass me. I turned too watch him go and noticed he had a rather large wet spot on the back of his shorts. He caught me looking, winked and said, "next time daddy." I was mortified, bright red from embarrassment and extremely hard. Seriously what was happening to me. I rarely got sexually excited and now I was starting to get hard at the drop of a hat. Okay that wasn't accurate, I was only getting hard when I was around guys. Oh fuck was I gay? I'd never done anything with a guy before, hell I'd only been with one woman before so who knew and it wasn't like we'd had sex all that often. Like, try never in the past ten years and rarely before that. I just figured I was one of those asexual guys and sex just didn't interest me. I was so lost in my head that I didn't notice the park had opened up to small clearing and over to the side were two guys. A guy about my age was leaning against a tree while a second younger guy was on his knees sucking the first guys cock. I stopped abruptly and I'm sure my jaw had to be on the ground. The guy getting sucked noticed me and didn't even bat an eye. "This kids got a great mouth on him. I'm about to, ahhhh," he moaned. "Your turn man." He said as he pulled his cock from the guys mouth and started to pull his shorts up. I was on autopilot. The next thing I knew I was standing in front of the guy on his knees who wasted no time in unzipping my shorts and pulling out my very hard dick. Holy shit! I'd never felt anything like that before. It didn't take long before I was shooting my load down his throat. "Damn, someone really needed to shoot their load bad, "the guy said as he was licking the last drops of my cum from his lips. "Mmm, delicious." I suddenly came to my senses and quickly shoved my dick back in my shorts and headed back to the trail that would take me out of the park. Oh my God! I can't believe I just let someone suck me off. And fuck, I can't believe how amazing it felt. I wondered what it would be like to be the one doing the sucking. Oh man I was in trouble.

Part 3 - Uncle Knows Best On Christmas morning, I woke up to a knock on the door and a failed attempt at twisting its locked doorknob. I was intertwined with Noah in his bed. “Noah dear, it’s almost 11,” Melissa called impatiently. “Your aunt Lisa and uncle Reid are here. It’s time for presents. Don’t make me get your father to unlock this door.” I nudged Noah awake and pointed at the door. “I’ll be out soon,” Noah grumbled. “Bring Judd too. I think he’s still asleep.” Her footsteps lost sound as she walked away. Noah rubbed his eyes and looked at me with joy. He kissed me. I put my hand around his mouth and climbed on top of him. I was rock hard with morning wood, so I jammed its full length up his ass and pounded. He held back screams as I thrusted swiftly against his prostate. I knew we had to make an appearance soon, so I didn’t delay my climax. I spilled another load into him. “Fuck! Good fuck toy!” I pulled out to look at his gaping sloppy hole. “I wanna take you home and let all my friends use you. I wanna whore you out in Los Angeles, get that pussy overflowing with toxic cum.” Noah looked at me with glee. “I want all that toxic cum.” He still didn’t know what ‘toxic’ meant. I went and slipped into my jeans and winter sweater. Noah put on a shirt and thin light blue gym shorts without underwear underneath. His ass was prominent, and I could see a wet spot in the back as my charged cum dripped out of his hole. Noah and I slapped on our Christmas joy demeanor and ran into the living room. “There’s my boy!” Uncle Reid exclaimed at the sight of Noah. Reid was an attractive, tall man with salt and pepper hair in his late 30s. He had been married to Aunt Lisa for two years. According to his older sister Melissa, he had been the black sheep of the family and a party boy bachelor in New York City throughout his 20s and early 30s. His marriage with Lisa had come out of nowhere. “Come sit on my lap. You’re so big now!” Noah sat his wet pussy down on his uncle’s jean leg. “It’s been too long Uncle Reid!” “Happy belated birthday Noah! I can tell you’re all grown up now.” Reid looked at me with knowing eyes. We introduced ourselves, and I sensed a profound lack of chemistry between Lisa and Reid. We proceeded to open presents and eat breakfast pastries. Noah finally got up off of Reid’s lap to open the last box, a big present from his uncle. The wet spot on Noah’s shorts was prominent and a wet spot on Reid’s jeans had started to form. The present was a flying drone. “Noah, why don’t we go to a park to test out your drone? Judd, you should come along.” The three of us piled into Reid’s car, narrowly escaping others who contemplated joining. As Reid started to drive, he began to chuckle. “You two look a bit tired. Up late?” Noah looked down guiltily in the backseat. I could tell Reid knew, so there was no point in hiding. “Up all night.” “I could tell. So much cum leaking out of my nephew’s wet pussy.” “Yea, I gave him seven loads, including one this morning.” “Fuck yea. I’m jealous. We’re going to my motel room. I want a taste.” He looked in the rearview mirror at Noah. “I’ve been waiting for you to turn 18, and, when you finally do, you give your sweet pussy to a complete stranger. You’re even more of a cumslut than I hoped.” Noah looked shocked. “You’re gay Uncle Reid?” “Duh!” “What about Lisa?” “Lisa is asexual and doesn’t even live with me in New York. I only married her to get Melissa off my back about finding the right woman. Your mom was relentless with setting me up on dates when I visited home. Lisa had to deal with the same bullshit from her family.” We parked at the motel and made our way to Reid’s room. Eyes followed Noah’s wet gym shorts as the stain was obvious and had the beautiful aroma of semen. Once in the room, Reid lifted Noah, tossed him on the bed, and ripped off his shorts. His face dove into Noah’s leaking boypussy and began devouring. I stripped and sat in front of Noah’s face offering him my tool. Noah was overwhelmed with all the attention; I could feel his racing pulse as my cock invaded his throat. Reid lapped up my semen and began fingering his nephew’s loose pussy to draw more toxic semen out and into his mouth. “Judd, your cum tastes amazing.” I pondered how Uncle Reid would react to me pozzing his nephew but figured he would see my biohazard tattoo. No need to hide it. “Toxic cum tastes the best.” Reid slapped his nephew’s asscheeks around his face and looked up. “You impregnated my nephew?” He licked cum off his lips. I nodded and smiled. “Seven toxic servings of my DNA marinating in this fucking slut.” I grabbed Noah’s head and thrusted my cock in his throat with force. “Fuck. I’m so fucking jealous. You took his virginity and you get to be his maker.” He pulled off his shirt to reveal a biohazard tattoo on his pec. “I’m his uncle. That was my job.” “Who knows? Maybe my seeds didn’t convert him. Still got a chance to be his uncle maker.” Noah was diligently throating my cock, but his ears perked at ‘convert.’ As he was starting to connect the dots, his uncle whipped out his pierced 8-inch cock and place it at his boyhole. Noah flinched at the cold of the metal, but continued sucking. Reid grabbed Noah by the hair, pulled him up, and held his body against his own. “You ready to become the toxic cumdump you were always meant to be, Noah?” “Yea,” Noah panted. “You know what toxic means, right?” Noah shook his head. “It means you’re going to have my HIV in your cells. You already have Judd’s HIV. You’ll definitely have more toxic tops filling your delightful boyhole.” Noah’s jaw dropped at the news. He got HIV on his first fuck, and now his uncle was hellbent on giving him more. I wondered if he considered fighting his fate. If he did, it was short-lived, because he collapsed onto this elbows and pressed his ass to his uncle’s groin. “Give me your HIV, Uncle Reid. I want to be your toxic cumdump.” Reid wasted no time, jamming the full length of his pierced cock into his nephew’s hole. Noah squealed. I jacked off and enjoyed the show. Reid jackhammered. “I saved up my load for 10 days to give you the best birthday and Christmas gift. Tell me where you want it boy.” Noah was breathing hard, lost in the pain his uncle was inflicting on his rectum. Reid pulled Noah by the hair, slapped him hard and dropped him back to the bed. “Where do you want me to cum boy?” “Cum inside me,” Noah screamed. “You want me to poz you?” “Please uncle, poz me! Cum inside me!” Noah shrieked loudly. Reid grunted and slammed his cock to the hilt, busting his 10-day HIV-positive load deep inside Noah. Noah squirted on the bed. Reid collapsed on Noah. I got to my knees and shoved my engorged tool into Reid’s mouth. “Swallow my fresh load, you sick fuck.” Noah began to weep, overcome with emotion as his sex high wore off. Reid stayed on top of him, running his fingers through his hair. “It’ll be OK. You’ll find this was the most rewarding gift you’ll ever get. You can be free. No worries, no inhibitions.” A loud knock on the door cut through the emotion. I hopped off the bed, strode over to door and opened it completely naked.

Wow such a hot twist, hope there's more to this awesome story!

I was loved that I had cum in my ass, but I disappointed I let it happen. I really was trying not to take any cock since I had been fisted so my hole could close. It must have been closed enough because they both came. One quickly, I went back to my place and waited. Signed on to squirt, looked for messages and the straight guy coming into town hit me up, I have received four responses, your is still the best. If the fifth guy does not email me before I get to town you win. I emailed him back, excellent Sir. I will serve you well and long Sir. I also had an email from the hotel guy, and he said, be here at 10 PM, I am free early. I looked and that meant I needed to be there in 30 minutes. I hopped in the shower and changed and got on my way. I arrived at room 635 five minutes late. I entered the dark room, he grabbed my neck and said you are fucking late faggot, you better please me tonight or else. I got down on my knees and relaxed my throat, brought some popper and sniffed them a few hits. He seemed tolerate that. He fucked my throat right away and I took him after flying on the poppers. He worked my throat in five-minute intervals and after twenty minutes he bust his first load. He tapped my check with his hand and said, you are better. I forgive you for being late. He said, now eat my hole till I am hard again, work up another load so I can fuck it down your throat. He got on the bed this time and laid back and lifted his legs at the edge of the bed, I spread his checks and ate his hot hole and tongue fucked him while he moaned and called me names. Then he turned over and got on all fours, he had his head on a pillow and spread his ass for me, He pushed back on my tongue like he wanted to get fucked, he was fucking himself with my tongue and I never want to top but suddenly I wanted to slide my bare cock inside him and fuck him till I shot my load inside him. I reached up and rubbed his taint and there were no repercussions, I worked up to my tongue and rubbed his hole with my thump while my tongue licked around it. His hole was so wet, and he had been so receptive I had to try, pressed my finger against his tight hole while I licked around it, and he pressed back on it. Fucked himself on my finger. He moved up on the bed, my finger pulled out, I crawled the bed. I had pulled my shorts off, and I was boned and naked from the waist down. My heart was beating so fast, I began to eat his hole again. The finger slipped in, and he started fucking himself with it, I finally got to courage to pull my finger out and rub my dick on his hole. He let me, my dick had so much precum. I eventually spit on my hand and lubed up my cock and pressed it on his hole. He pressed back and my dick slide inside him. He fucked himself for a minute and then I fucked him for ten minutes while he moaned, and I shot inside him. I immediately pulled out and began eating his hole again as he moaned some more. He pressed back on my tongue, and he told me to slide under him. I hit the poppers and side under, and he slide his cock in my mouth and fucked me for ten minutes with one small break so I could breathe and shot his load down my throat again. He got up and went into the bathroom and I got dressed and rushed out of the room before he beat me or something. When I got back, there was a message from him. Faggot, I will be back next week, your throat will be needed. I emailed him that I was ready to serve! Neither of us mentioned how I breed him; I am hoping he gives me another chance or two to fuck him. I dozed off satisfied and feel asleep with my alarm set for 6:30 Am.

Wonder how things are going ?

I always wanted to try and get fucked by a guy with a PA. Had a hard time finding one and had pretty much given up. Fast forward a few years and this top guy and I set up a session at my place and he arrives looking like his profile pic. Handsome and hairy. But the best part was when he stripped beside my bed and out pops this big uncut cock, complete with a thick PA. He looked at me and reached for it and told me he would take it out. I told him that my jaw dropped because he had a great looking cock - complete with PA and it was on my bucket list. He was an expert top and took his time doing a LOT of teasing of my opening with that uncut head and thick PA. He told me he was enjoying watching me take my first PA and he wanted it to be as good as I had fantasized. Well shit - it was WAY better than I ever could of dreamt. He loaded me up twice on the bed. He said it was turning him on to watch me take his big cock and thick PA and enjoy it. When we were finally done, I watched the cum drip off the PA as he pulled it slowly out. And I licked him clean. I felt many different feelings and I'm sure it was because of his expertise with using that big PA.

While I believe I’m a natural bottom/ faggot, I was definitely corrupted(nurtured) into the raw/ cumdump lifestyle. I say this because when I first started having sex I wasn’t aware of the concept of “bareback” and how much I would love it. I didn’t fantasize or watch porn about raw sex anymore than I did condom sex. When having sex I didn’t care whether or not condoms were used. It took some corruption by some Tops to shape me into the cumdump I am today. Now I can’t even imagine having condom sex or even getting turned on by the suggestion of condoms. I was convinced to see them as a hard limit. Today, it feels like nature but I wonder what would’ve been different if I hadn’t met those Tops, or if I lived in a different era/ society.

Even going down on a guy w/ full bush floods your nose with that musky man smell.

I had a good friend who was incarcerated. He said sex was everywhere for all different reasons. It could by consensual, forced, for protection and out right rape. I didn't live very far from the jail. When his friends were released he suggested they stop by my place for a night or two before they went to their home location. I met all kinds of guys and we fucked like animals while they were at my place.

The Gang Rape I was staying in a hotel in Texas for four nights. I posted the following advertisement Craiglist: "Total submissive bottom looking for a PURE DOMINANT TOP for rough play, the rougher the better. I don't want to know who you are. I will submit to you whether I like you or not." I posted this each night for the first three nights and received only duds for responses. Finally, on the fourth night came this response: "Tell me where you are, faggot." I gave him the address of the hotel and the room number. No response. I thought about messaging him again, but I waited. I was watching tv anyway. Twenty minutes later someone pounded on the door of the hotel room. I opened it and a fucking giant pushed his way in. He must've been 6'6" and 300 pounds, mostly muscle, but with some extra padding. A bodybuilder going soft. I turned to shut the door and no sooner had it closed, I felt myself being thrown to the ground. "STAY THERE UNTIL I SAY SO, YOU DISGUSTING FAGGOT!" He stood there and stripped off everything but his boxers, and as he slipped his boxers off, revealing the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life, he said "I'm gonna have fun making you take this." His dick was at least ten inches and thick as a beer can. Without saying anything else, he grabbed his dick and started pissing all over me. I didn't move. It felt good. And I was hard as a rock. He looked down at my penis and started laughing. "What the fuck is that, faggot? A clit? I didn't know they made 'em that small." After he finished pissing, he backhanded me as hard as he could. "FILTHY DISGUSTING FAGGOT. YOU MAKE ME SICK." He bent down, grabbed me under my armpits, and threw me on the bed, climbed over me and sat on my face, asking "You smell that, faggot? I haven't showered in a week and you're gonna fucking suck my hole. SUCK IT." I did as I was told. I was in heaven. He was musky and sweaty and salty. It tasted great. He pulled me out from under him, slamming me against the wall, and turned me around, commanding me "DON'T FUCKING MOVE." I didn't. After a few seconds, he came around the bed, grabbed both of my wrists, and tied them to the bedpost with his belt. He leaned down and whispered: "You're gonna regret this, you worthless piece of dog shit." He climbed on the bed, got behind me, and spread my cheeks. "Tight. Good. I like you faggots to be in as much pain as possible. It's what you deserve." I felt him press his cock against my hole and, I'll admit, I was regretting it. No lube. No spit. I felt pressure. And pain. And something ripped as his popped the head of his cock in my ass. I screamed. "YOU DESERVE IT!" He lay down on top me, covered my mouth with hand, pressing my head against his hairy chest, and used every ounce of his strength to shove his entire cock in my ass in one move. I screamed. The pain was too severe. I was in agony. He pounded me and didn't give up, grunting "FUCKING TAKE IT. YOU STUPID FUCKING FAGGOT. I HATE YOU. TINY DICKED PIECE OF SHIT." He didn't last long. "AHHHHHHHHHHH" Then he pulled out. My body was screaming in pain. I was in tears. "Look at you," he commented, adding "I fucking wrecked it. You're bleeding, too. Good." He disappeared for a few seconds and squated next to me while he used his phone. "Hey, Joe. You and your buddies still horny? I've got a bleeder here I want you to destroy." By the end of the night, I was numb. Five different guys raped me relentlessly bareback. At one point, I think, I had two guys in my ass and two in my mouth, while the first guy filmed it with his iPhone and laughed. Most of it is fuzzy, but I'm pretty sure I remember one guy saying "I love killing these little faggots." After Joe and his buddies left, the first man got dressed. He untied my wrists and put on his belt. I could barely move. I could only lie there, my face stained with tears. "I hope you like bugs, faggot. You've got a fuck ton of angry ones inside you now. I hope your parents don't mind burying their son."

I luv it when a man chokes me up against a wall one handed while his free probes my ass or squeezes my balls

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

When I was around 12 I remember I was hard 24/7. I was clueless about masturbation, and didn't think orgasm was a thing unless you were having proper intercourse. One night in bed I was touching myself and suddenly the head of my cock swelled up and my cock started to throb. I panicked thinking I had injured myself. I don't think there was any discharge that time, but pretty soon I was shooting thick loads of cum several times a day.

Not in jail but once where I used to live they had this program that inmates could work as janitors , gardeners, etc and there was one guy that was doing time and working as a janitor and every time he cleaned my area I offered him water/soda/ Juice and once i was wearing just a towel and the towel "fall" to the floor and he just grab me and fuck me in my sofa. them every week i waited for him naked he knocked my door and gave me a quick fuck and load.

I fucking love it as bottom and top. I don't need to worry about dirt as bottom, have never gotten anyone's cock dirty, bit of a natural perk, so some guys have been shocked (and more turned on) when I dive on their cock without checking first. As top I couldn't care less if my cock's dirty if doing ass to mouth, in fact if the bottom's into it being dirty it can be fucking amazing.