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Was horny as fuck today and decided to head to east side club. I was immediately cruised by a Middle Aged hispanic bear. We went to my room and he pulled out a fat uncut beer can sized cock. I dropped to my knees and began devouring his cock. He aggressively fucked my throat getting his cock nice I wet. I asked him to fuck me and he asked for a condom. I told him raw only and he told me he’d be back for more oral, but no sex without a condom, then left. I chilled a bit in my room, when an older white haired white man cam in my room. He closed the door and dropped his towel revealing a thick cock about 7 inches with a slight downward curve. The curve in his cock made him easy to deep throat, but he was looking to fuck, so after a minute of using my throat, he got me in doggy and shoved his cock deep in my hole. He fucked me hard and aggressive, telling me what a worthless faggot I was. Suddenly, he stopped and told me he’d be back when he was ready to cum. I walked around the club then headed back to the room. Within a few minutes beer can cock came back in my room and I noticed the white haired guy behind him. I started sucking both their cocks, then white haired guy started fucking me while beer can used my throat. I felt white hair pick up the pace and then moaning before shoving in balls deep telling me to take his load. After he pulled out, his cock was replaced by a long skinny cock that was hard as steel. New guy fucked me for a bit, then pulled out and I swapped between sucking his cock and beer can’s. New guy stood on the bed and started face fucking beer can, and beer can pushed my head down on his cock, gagging and choking me for a few minutes. His cock was covered in my throat slime, and with new guy still fucking his face, I impaled myself on beer can’s cock. It felt amazing as his girth filled my hole and tore past my 3rd ring. After riding him for 10 minutes, new guy wanted another turn on my ass and I went back to deep throating beer can. After a few minutes new guy shot his load in me and left. Beer can began to aggressively fuck my throat talking about how I needed to be punished for tricking him into fucking me raw. I apologized and told him I was just too turned on. He told me it was too late that I had done it and he was going to teach me a lesson. He flipped me over, held me down, and shoved his cock in me to the base. He began choking me and slapping me calling me a deceitful whore. He tore my hole up till I felt his cock swell and he release his load deep in me. He told me he hoped I learned my lesson, but if I hadn’t I would soon. I went and rinsed off then went back to my room. An older white muscle daddy came in and asked what I was into. I told him deep throating and getting bred. He said he wasn’t looking to fuck, but he loved head. He pulled out an average looking cock and I began sucking him. He kept getting harder and thicker till he was fully engorged at about 9 inches. He told me what an amazing cock sucker I was and he wanted to share so he opened the door and invited in a middle aged black bear. I alternated sucking their cocks till black bear got behind me and started fucking me till he shot deep in me. He was quickly replaced by a long fat cock that pumped a few times then shot and pulled out. 4 more guys bred me while I sucked muscle daddy. Didn’t see any of them. Muscle daddy told me he didn’t want to cum yet, but would be back when he was ready. A few minutes after he left, a young Indian guy came in my room. He had a large uncut cock and told me he saw me getting fucked so he knew I could take his cock. I sucked him for a bit, but he told me he wanted my hole, so I got on the bed and took a hit of poppers. He went straight past my third ring and said he loved how my used cunt felt on his cock. He fucked me like a mad man till he pulled out full, then shoved in to the base grunting and thrusting hard. he pulled out and I cleaned him up with my throat. After he left a young black twink came in my room and asked if I liked 3 ways. I told him I did and he said he was going to get someone and be right back. He opened the door and muscle daddy was outside. He invited him in and I Began sucking muscle daddy. I tried to suck the twink but he said he only wanted to fuck, so he got behind me and slid in. He came almost immediately, then left. I continued sucking muscle daddy and he told me he was getting ready to cum. I told him I wanted it in my ass, so he slid in and told me he was going to mark me as his bitch as he shot his load deep in me. after he left, I started getting ready to head out, when my door opened and a young black bear came in my room. I said what’s up and he said “I’ve been watching you whore, and I think I know what you want.” I asked him what he meant and he grabbed my by the throat and forced me to my knees. He dropped his towel and whipped out a huge uncut cock. He shoved his cock down my throat while choking me making me gag on his cock. He pounded my throat relentlessly, causing me to gag and vomit mucous and Gatorade all over. He spit in my face and slapped and choked me while continuing his assault on my throat. While choking me and gagging me with his cock, he told me he was going to destroy my hole. He put me on my back and forced his cock in my ass. He was merciless as he aggressively pounded my cunt and assaulted my body, choking and hitting me. He told me he was close, the pulled out, choked me hard, and forced his cock down my throat and she shot and shot down my throat. Just when I thought I was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen he pulled out spit in my face and said “you’re welcome whore” and walked out of the room. I’ve never been so exhausted, yet turned on in my life. After that I decided to head out. Still have all their loads in my guts.

So I finally got a nice big tip at work, best I’ve had in ages so decided I’m gonna have a trip to a bathhouse. when I got there is was quiet and I thought covid levels was back again so I went into one of the gloryhole booths dropped my towel and started lubing my hole while I waited. I almost gave up when I heard the door next door open and close, taking a peek I saw a heavy older man, he quickly turned to the hole dropping his towel and gave me a mouthful of cock. I sucked him greedily for a while before he grunted and came down my mouth. He grunted a thanks kid and walked out. No one else came in so I decided to grab my towel and go check out the sauna, there were a few guys there but no action so I dropped my towel and walked in letting them all get an eye full. One guy got up and came over, mid 30ies guy with a nice hairy bod, he asked if I was up for some dark room fun. I grabbed my towel but didn’t put it on I was excited. When we got in the dark room three smells hit my nose fast, sweat, sex and cum. So when he put his hand on my ass and guided me to the bench he got no complaints, laying on my front my cock wedge up against the edge of the bench so he could grab it he didn’t waste any time spitting on my ass lining up and thrusting in. The guy clearly didn’t want to wait long, he was pounding me fast not letting me adjust till he was moaning out and cumming into me. he gave my ass a spank and cleaned his cock off on my butt before leaving, I just laid there wondering if that was it. I heard the door open and close with him leaving so I thought about going to and cutting my losses when I felt a hand grip my butt and a whisper in my ear, “how old are you and you want another” I was instantly turned on again my cock leaking so I mumbled back I’m 20 and don’t ask me just do it. He chuckled and started pushing his cock into my ass slowly, he fucked me nice and made me feel every inch of his cock I was so distracted I didn’t hear the door until I felt a hand pull my hair and a cut chick rub against my lips opening wide to let it in I knew I was in for a great time. the two guys kept going fucking be at both ends I had no idea how long it was but I felt the cock fucking my ass speed up and not long after felt the warm sensation of cum being dumped in me, the guy whispered in my ear thanks for taking my daddy load. Then the guy at my mouth pulled out for his turn. His fucking wasn’t so good but by that point I just wanted more. Word must have gotten round as I found myself sucking another cock while jerking another. My legs were shaking by the time the new guy came in my ass and the other in my mouth I didn’t think I could take anymore but the last guy turned me over leant down and kissed me before whispering “your a total slut now” before thrusting in his cock in one. When he finished I was sore as hell, grabbing my towel to clean myself up having cum getting fucked on my back I walked out past the two guys checking me out when I came out, no idea if they were the ones that loaded me last. as I went out the bathhouse now clothed back to a normal day with so much cum still in me.

NEVER WANNA STOP! My cock is rock hard in my jock. Awareness comes and goes, but I always feel every thrust from every dick as it goes in and out of my ass, and every spasm of cum that gets shot inside me. With moans and full on begging, I work for every load, milking every dick with my eager, firm, smooth swimmer ass. I’m not sure how long it’s been, but there seems to be a natural lull in the rush on Nic and me. The last guy to pull out of me spins me around and kisses me hard on the lips. He’s a slightly overweight, daddy bear. He thanks me, and I thank him. We’re both grateful that his load is in my ass right now. I have cum and some spit all over my face, chest, and soaking the pouch of my jock strap. I’m really not sure how many guys just fucked me in this back room marathon gangbang, but it was fuckin’ awesome! I gain control of my legs, a little wobbly as I stand up. I look over at Nic as he is doing the same, swallowing a load that is half in his mouth and half on his face. We both stand together and smile at each other. Stepping closer, our cum soaked bulged jock straps grind together, and it’s delightfully familiar. I put my lips to Nic and kiss him. Both of us moan instantly, tasting cum on each other. Definitely one of the hottest kisses of my life! Our hands are on each other’s smooth, sweaty bodies, feeling every muscle and pulling each other close. Nic – fuck, Braden. This is so hot. Me – Fuck yeah, you are so god damn hot getting fucked like that. I fuckin’ love it! Nic – Well, we don’t have to be done now! Me – I fuckin’ hope not! Why would I want to stop now? We both erupt in laughter. Nic – Man, I gotta piss bad. Come on! I walk with Nic into the open part of the bar and into the bathroom. It’s another dark room with a urinal trough. I feel a little bit of cum leaking from my ass as we walk in, but I love it and I don’t try too hard to stop it from escaping. The last thing I want is for someone not to notice what an easy bareback slut I am! And I absolutely love how much Nic is into it. I really do hope this is something of a date, not just some random cruise night. And since we’ve made out so much and haven’t even fucked each other, it seems like a possibility! There are a couple guys standing at the trough, pissing. The smell of piss and sweat takes over the whole room. Me – Nice, this place is fuckin’ perfect! Nic – Yeah, you like that trough? Me – Yeah, I really do! Nic pushes me toward the trough and steps up behind me. I turn around with my ass to the trough, facing Nic. I know what this is about. I bend my knees and rest my ass on the cold urinal beneath me. Nic has pulled his dick out and is pointing it right at my chest. I look up at him, grinning ear to ear. Nic – Swimmer boi likes to get wet? Me – Fuck yeah, bro! I press my hands on the rung of the urinal and lean back. Without either of us saying another word, Nic closes his eyes and focuses. Then I feel the hot spray of his piss hitting my chest. His hot piss runs down my body, soaking the front of my jock and dripping off my ass into the urinal. I moan, nodding and begging him. Me – Fuck yesssss, piss on me babe! I fuckin’ LOVE it! Nic – Fuck yeah you nasty faggot! Take it, bitch! Nic aims his cock up and sprays my face with piss, washing some cum off and soaking my hair. I open my mouth for his aim, making the telltale sound of piss splashing in and filling up a hot faggot’s mouth. As Nic finishes pissing, I take his cock in my mouth and suck him down, balls deep and swallowing the last bit of piss that he has to give. He moans, grabs my wet hair and starts to fuck my throat. I take it, loving every time his cock slams into the back of my throat. We’re both rock hard again. There are a few guys standing around, watching us. We’re blocking most of the urinal, so Nic drops down to his knees next to me and we both lean against the trough. It only takes a few seconds until we are both getting sprayed with two streams of hot yellow piss. Both of us soaked, moaning as we keep our mouths open to catch any amount of piss these guys will give us. We’re holding each other tight, eagerly begging for anyone in the room to piss on us! Two really hot Latin guys with tats all over walk up to us and immediately start to piss in our faces. We both moan like whores, loving it! Mouths open, they stick their pissing cocks into our mouths. Gulping down the piss, both of us have the backs of our head pressed against the urinal as they skull fuck us, slamming our heads back and forth on the urinal. It hurts, but my cock only throbs harder. I start to gagg, spit running down my chin and onto my chest. I blink my eyes to clear the piss and look up at this beautiful stud that is using my mouth. His body is smooth and ripped. I run my hands over his abs and chest, which seems to make him grip my hair and encourage him to fuck my throat even harder as he finishes pissing. I look over and see Nic getting the same treatment, taking it like a fucking whore. Damn, what a fucking trashy slut he is. We press our sides together as we service these beautiful, raging, dripping, monster cocks. I swirl my tongue under the foreskin and run my lips along his cock, noticing the bumpy shaft and slight taste of ass on his cock. As my eyes clear, I see a huge biohazard tat right above his cock. Seeing it for the first time, I moan as he presses my forehead on it and digs his cock hard into the back of my throat. I gag and spit up some piss and snot all over his cock, balls, and down my chest. He groans and pulls his rock hard cock out of my mouth, slapping it on my face. I gasp for air as he strokes his cock and smears it over my forehead. Top – Yeah bitch, you like that dick in your throat? Me- Fuck yes, I love it! I stroke his cock some and look up at him, then over at Nic who is working that dick like it was the last one he’d ever get. Top – You want it in your ass, faggot? Me – Yes please, sir! He grabs my hair and pulls me forward. Pressing my face into his abs and my lips onto his biohazard tat. I run my tongue along his beautiful body, licking everything I can, but mostly swirling my lips on that sexy tattoo while I stroke his wet dick. Top – You know what that tat means? Me – Yes, I do. Top – Trashy little slut like you, you’re gonna let me dump my tainted cum up your cute little fuck hole, aren’t you!? Me – Oh fuck yes… Nic – Fuck Braden, you are such a nasty bitch, I love it! The two tops press our heads together, Nic and I eagerly make out, sucking each other’s tongues and tasting the piss, cum, spit, sweat and ass in our mouths. Me – Fuck….you are so perfect! Nic – Yeah, because you like everything nasty and fucked up! We both laugh, pressing our heads together as the tops smear their cocks on our faces. Me – Are you gonna let that guy fuck you? Nic – Of course I am! Nic presses his lips to my ear and whispers… Nic – And I want to see you beg for that guy’s hot, dirty, toxic, poz cum like the sick cumdump faggot slut that you are! I literally melt into Nic’s arms when I hear those words. We kiss each other harder than ever. An electrifying freedom flows over my body and I know I’m in love. Nic’s energy is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before and I want him with me always, even for my most depraved cum chasing bliss! The top grabs my harness and jerks me to my feet. They pull us together, out of the bathroom and into the dark back room. Nic and I don’t really need to be pulled – we’d go anywhere with them right now. The two tops sit down on a bench, straddling it and facing each other. Their cocks are rock hard, sticking straight up. Nic and I look at each other. Me – You sure, dude? Last chance to back out. Nic – Ha! Are you sure? We both smile at each other, laughing a bit. Holding hands, we walk over to the bench. We both lean in and kiss our tops. Then we straddle the bench, facing each other, only inches apart. I look down and see Nic is boned up, rock hard in his soaking wet jock, just like I am. Both of us are so damn excited and I can’t stop wondering if this is a dream. How could I be so lucky to find someone that loves sex the same way I do? Me – Nic, we’re gonna get pozzed! Nic – Yeah, no shit, Braden. You nasty fucking slut! Me –Mmmmmmm fuck yes, I want it! Nic – Yeah, Braden. You deserve it! Nic looks over at my top. Nic – Are you on meds? Top – Fuck no! Toxic as hell here and not just poz! I got a handful of bugs to give your boy! Nic – Fuck Braden, you look so damn perfect like this! Me – You too, Nic! We both nod at each other, grinning ear to ear. Nic – Get all his bugs babe, make him pump them into your fucking guts! Together, we press down, sliding a stranger’s hard, bumpy dick inside us, bareback. We moan out at the same time as we easily slide down balls deep. We kiss and start riding these toxic fuck rods up and down. Our hands are on each other. I hold Nic close and Nic keeps his hands tight on my body. We only break the kiss when one of us gets a jolt inside us from the guy under us ramming his cock harder into our eager holes. Every time, we moan and beg for more. Nic – Fuck, Braden, I want us to get pozzed together. Me – Hell yes, we need it! We are getting pozzed together! Nic – Fuck yah, Braden, you dirty dumpster fuck! I giggle, moaning out and begging for more, right in front of Nic. Top – Yeah you fucking faggot, gonna knock you up with my resistant strain! Hearing that, Nic and I lock eyes. Nodding at each other. Nic – You still want it, babe? Me – Fuck yes. Never turn down a load! Nic – Fucking right! Me – Fuck yes please, knock me up and fucking use my body to dump your dirty load. Nic, take that toxic POZ load deep in your fucking ass. DO IT! Both of the tops wrap their hands around our waists. Together, they scream out and slam our bodies down on their dicks, lodging them balls deep into our cum filled cunts. As their cocks pulse and throb inside us, I lock lips with Nic. Kissing and holding him tight. We’re in love.

Part 9 . I asked the Kid if he was having fun, he said “YES”, I asked him if he wanted to stop now. He immediately said “ NO”. I told the kid that this would get him higher, he got a big smile on his face. I told the kid to get ready to see the stars. The one guy behind him handed the guy in front the Point. I swabbed the kids arm and was telling him when the Meth goes in he will have to Cough and his heart would race and not to be alarmed, The kid said OK. With that the guy put the point I the kids vein, pulled it back a little then Pushed the plunger forward and released the band on his arm. My friend was Videoing all this. I looked and the kid and his eyes opened wide. He started to cough and the guys immediately pushed him back down on the Fuck Bench. The one behind push is cock up the kids ass. He was enjoying the muscles in the kids ass massaging his cock while the kid was rushing. His partner offered the Kid his cock and the Kid eagerly swallowed all 8+ inches. No problem this time. Both were spit roasting the kid. They decided to switch places and the Kid gladly took the Cock that was just in his ass into his mouth. The other one was Fucking the kid like he wanted to ruin his ass.. The one in his mouth pulled out and asked if he liked the taste of his ass. The Kid said yes. I thought then this Kid was not converted to a true pig He would be eating ass before long. The one in his ass said he was getting close, the other one said “ Go ahead, Knock the bitch up “. With that he shoved deep as he could and stared coating his guts with a Toxic load. About the same time the guy held the Kids Head stared shooting cum down his throat. He pulled back so the kid could get a good tase of cum. He was lapping it up like starved dog. He guy pulled out the kids ass and reached for the marker and put two lines under the POZ mark and put a “+” sign behind the one. The both moved to a couch and started playing with each other. It was plain to see that they had history together. i walked over and put my cock in front of the kid, he opened his mouth and said ‘ Please “. I push my cock into his mouth balls deep. I noticed that with all the fun a couple other guys showed up. Both had their pants down and stroking. On had a very thick cock, not to long but really quick. The other guy had a very long pencil dick. He also had a Biohazard Tat above his cock. He was fingering the ass of the thick cock guy. I told them to step up. The guy with the thick cock got behind the Kid and stared pushing that thick piece of meat up the kid. You could tell he met some resistance but was working it in. My friend went around behind that guy and lined up his cock and pushed the head in his ass. My friend push the guy over a bit, grabbed the kids hips and plowed up the guy. His cock went to the hilt, the guys cock speared the kids ass to the hilt. Balls slapping on balls. The one guy grunted and the Kid gasped around my cock. My friend pulled back some and the guy went with him, impaled on his toxic cock. Then the guy went forward to push in the kid, he would go back and then forward. He was basically fucking the kid and then getting his ass fucked by the cock up his bum. My friend is a freak and can cum multiple times then he is parting. The other guy went around behind me and pushed a shard up my ass, then he pushed his pencil dick in me. It had been a while since I felt a skinny cock up my as, Between that and the shard I was in heaven. Nothing like a shins cock to arouse a rosebud. I was afraid the guy would cum in my ass, I wanted the kid to experience this joy. I told the guy up my ass to hold off until he fucked the kid and he said that was the plan, this was only a warm up for him. He said he was parting all day and had a few days worth of toxic cum to deliver.

As a top, all Im thinking about is seeding his ass and moving on to the next hole. As a bottom, Im enjoying the ride, waiting to feel him pulse inside me. After he leaves, I think about what he may have just given me and hope it takes 😈☣️

I go to Fist Fest often, thogh I will miss the April one this year as I will be at CLAW. The event brings together a wide range of pigs with varying skill levels. You will find some gret and experienced tops there to help open you and stretch you further. Myself, I m a huge pig bottom and I train nearly everyday by taking my oversize toys (all Land XL Bad-Dragon and TwisedBeast) in me. If you are still training to takes fists I highly recommend getting an XL inflatable butt plug from Mr. S Leather. Prep: invest in a shower shot. Mr. S also sells portable ones for travel. They are a must for a good deep cleaning, which takes over an hour usually. I have a couple of my big toys to ride while I am cleaning to make sure I am fully clean. Mt diet while I am there consists of soft food (think cake donuts or the like) and lots of Ensure. I take an Immodium the morning of the first day of the event and occasionally take a second one before bed on the second night and that takes care of the full 4 days of play. You have to learn how your body response to clean out and Immodium to know how to dose it. (my other half takes one the afternoon of and an hour before the first play and he is good for the weekend). Immodium should be reserved for major play stuff like a Fist fest and not a daily or weekly thing. The more your ass is used to sodomy the easier it is to last without getting super sore. My fisting aftercare includes: hosing my slopped hole with warm water using my shower shot, applying CBD lube, taking an Aleve/Mortin/Advil. After really heavy use I will often use diclofenac topical, in my hole. Just note that if you do the diclofenac, it will burn for about half a minute and then settle in and work directly on any rectal muscle inflammation. As for play itself, poppers are your friend. They are serious about the no drugs (G K T) at this event. I can take two hands with just poppers so I know the hard drugs are not necessary. As you get further into it, a little aspercreme (lidocaine) in my hole can be used as well. I reserve this for really huge stuff or when I am will into play and starting to get sore. Hope this helps! Maybe I'll see you at the July Fist Fest.

Sorry for the delay guys, I wasn't aware there is a daily comment limit and busted it before I could post part 2 yesterday. This is about to get fucking wild, so brace yourselves. Reminder that this is pure fantasy and should be taken as such. It's not 100% realistic or accurately depicting chem use, but it fits my fantasy so I hope you enjoy just like I do 🙂 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Part 2 – My conversion I was basically speechless. The last 24 hours had been like a dream, like I accidentally stepped into another reality I couldn’t fully comprehend yet. That feeling was being turned up a few notches, seeing this beautiful man invite me into his room. That was not something I thought would happen in my life, but here I was. Without even thinking about it, I made a few steps forward and stopped right before his bed, not knowing what to do. “Come lie down next to me, boy.” His voice was commanding but in very soft way. It was like an out of body experience, I could almost see myself robotically obey his commands. Some part of me wanted to run away, out of the house and never come back. But another part, a deeper and stronger side of me I did not know existed, only wanted to submit to this man. In the past month, Rick had been so generous with me, so kind, I was starting to see him like a father figure. I was afraid of what was about to happen, but at the same time I trusted Rick completely. I sat down so close to him our arms touched. It was electrifying. I didn’t know what to do or say so I lay still, waiting for him to make a move. I stared at the screen watching the video that was playing. "You look a bit tense, boy. Is there something wrong?” “I’m fine, Rick. I’m just not sure...” “Not sure of what?” I didn’t know what I wanted to say. The words came out of my mouth without me thinking about it. I started stammering trying to explain myself. “I just don’t know what’s going on. I’m not sure about a lot of things.” “Like what? Are you talking about that big thing growing in your pants? It’s kinda hard to miss. Or maybe you’re talking about mine?” As he said that Rick grabbed his bulge and gave it a squeeze and gave me a big smile. “I... huh...” “You keep telling me you’re straight but let me tell you something. I’ve met a lot of guys like you in my life. They all think they are completely straight until they try having sex with a man. At that point, they all become either bisexual, or completely gay. Nothing beats man to man sex. Nothing. Wanna give it a try?” “I’m not sure, Rick.” I pointed at his biohazard tattoo, “What about that?” “Don’t worry about that for now. Let me help you relax and make up your mind. You ever tried weed?” I knew exactly where this was going, and I was getting equal parts very excited and very afraid. “Yeah, sure. I love smoking weed from time to time.” “Well, I got something way better for you.” He grabbed a glass pipe next to him and filled it with white crystals and handed it to me. “Here, this is called Tina. Just suck on the end of the pipe when I tell you to. Empty your lungs first, go slowly and fill your lungs as much as you can. Go.” I couldn’t believe my fantasies were already becoming a reality. He lit the bowl and I started inhaling. I could feel the smoke filling my lungs. “Now keep it in as long as you can.” I did as he told me and exhaled a big thick white cloud. “Good job, boy. Now do it again.” He repeated the process another 4 times. I was getting very high, and my body was feeling extremely hot. I was wearing a shirt and I suddenly got the urge to take it off. “You alright boy? I looked at him and couldn’t think of anything to say. My eyes probably looked glazed and out of focus. I was already very horny, but suddenly my nervousness disappeared, and I felt like my body was on fire, like it begged to be touched and stimulated. “What do you think of this, boy?” He took my hand and placed it on his cock, which was still encased in his tight cotton briefs. It felt huge in my hand, hard and soft at the same time, and quite warm. It was a very strange and novel feeling for me, and I was getting even more excited. I got closer to him without even thinking about it. My face was now a few inches away from his chest and I kept looking at his tattoo, placed all around his right nipple, which was closer to me. “If you’re straight, you must enjoy sucking on titties, right? Well sucking on a man’s tits is just as fun. Why don’t you try it? Go ahead.” I placed my mouth on his nipple and started sucking and licking it. His nipples were quite big for a man, so it was very similar to a girl, but firmer. I was really enjoying it, but suddenly he grabbed my dick through my pants and started massaging it, encouraging me to suck harder. I started moaning in pleasure feeling his hand on my cock. He quickly got his hands inside my pants and started jerking me off. I took it as a signal to do the same and grabbed his cock in the same fashion. I was in heaven at that point, my whole body was on fire and I was beginning to feel a tingling in my ass. My cock was leaking precum like crazy and I felt I was coming close to an orgasm. Rick felt it and let go of my dick. I was disappointed but then I felt his hand move downwards my asshole and he started to massage it. “Keep stroking me boy, you’re doing a good job.” After a while, I don’t know how long, he got a finger inside my hole, and it felt amazing. I was sucking his nipple harder and harder and moaning louder and louder, stroking his huge cock (my god it was big!) with increasing speed. I eventually came hands-free, shooting cum everywhere on ourselves and on the bed. “Good job, boy. That was very nice. Not bad for a first experience, right?” The orgasm was even more intense than the one I had the day before, but I was still extremely horny and restless. His finger was still inside my hole, and I wanted him to push deeper. He knew it and was wiggling it just enough to make me want more. “You enjoy having your ass played with boy?” “Yes.” “Yes who?” “Yes... huh... Rick.” “After sucking on my nipple like a little baby on his mom’s tits I think you should start calling me Daddy, don’t you think, boy? Say it.” “Yes Daddy.” It felt so right calling him Daddy. I was definitely seeing him as such now. I wanted to be his little boy so bad. I realized how much I loved when he called me boy, something I didn’t even notice until now. As I was calling him daddy for the first time, he pushed his finger all the way in, and I let out a loud moan. This felt so good I wanted more. “You want me to take you to the next level? You think you could handle my big dick?” “Oh yes daddy I’d love to have your big dick in my ass.” “You ever been fucked before, boy?” “No daddy” “You’re going to need to be loosened up a bit if you want to be able to take it all. I got just what it takes.” With his finger still firmly planted in my ass, daddy produced a syringe and held it in front of my eyes. “This is called a slam. I think you already know what it is. I know what kind of videos you’ve been watching lately. You did your homework, haven’t you, boy? You’ve been craving it, now. Am I right?” “Yes daddy. I want to try it so bad.” “You know what will happen when I put that in your arm?” “I... I’m not sure.” Daddy put the syringe down, held my face in his hand and looked at me in the most intense way I’ve ever been looked at. As he started talking, he kept massaging my asshole making me squirm with pleasure. “You’ll be hornier than you ever thought possible. You won’t be able to refuse anything I tell you to do. You will get past the point of no return. Now listen to me very, VERY carefully. If you want to proceed, there is no going back. You will become my little slam pig. You will beg me to fuck you. And I will, but I only fuck raw. No condoms. Ever. And as you already know, I’m poz. This means I carry a virus that I will gift to you. After I poz you, you will be sick for a while, but I will take care of you. I always will. You will then become a poz slam pig. I intend to keep you with me for a long time. A very long time. I like you a lot, boy, so you will not only become my poz slam pig, but my personal live-in fuck slave. I’m into a lot of weird and kinky shit and you will experience all of it. I will take you to levels of sexual depravity you never imagined were possible. You will be fucked every day several times a day. I will keep you high on drugs pretty much 24/7. You will become completely addicted to the drugs I give you, but also to my poz cock and my toxic cum. You will feed on it, with your mouth and with your ass. I will share your holes with some of my friends, all poz dudes, who will also share their DNA with you. You will be constantly filled with poz cum, bred, and fucked up all the time, for the rest of your life. Nothing truly bad will ever happen to you, you will be under my protection forever. If something ever happens to me, I will make sure that another daddy can take you under his wing. Otherwise, I will make you experience levels of pleasure you never even dreamed of, and it will be relentless. I won’t let you ever regret your choice. But I won’t do any of it unless you give me your consent right now. Take it or leave it. You choose a life of sexual servitude with me, or you say no, go back to your room, pack your things tomorrow morning and leave this house to never come back. So, what do you choose? Think carefully, because it might be the last choice you ever get to make, boy.” I was so high and horny that I wasn’t in any position to make that kind of decision, but I didn’t really have a choice. I couldn’t say no. My whole body was screaming “YES, DO IT!”, my ass was saying the same thing, my dick agreed, only an increasingly small part of my mind was protesting. I briefly considered the consequences of contracting the virus. I knew it was possible to live a very long life with it, and I trusted daddy to make sure I’d be fine. I was feeling the urge to get this over with, I felt it was now inevitable and if I said no I would end up regretting this. Leaving my old life behind was concerning, but what daddy was offering me in its place was way too tempting. I knew I wasn’t thinking completely clearly, but my choice was made. “Yes, daddy. Slam and poz me please. Make me your drugged up slam poz pig slave. Shove your needle in my arm and your huge cock in my ass. Make me yours, I want to live by your side forever. Do it daddy, please!” Daddy gave me a big smile, pushed his finger way deeper inside my ass one last time and withdrew it. I cried in despair at the sudden emptiness. “Patience my boy, you made the right choice. I’m so proud of you. You have no idea what’s about to happen to you, but I guarantee you will love it. Now before we go any further, I want you to confirm your decision. See that big dick I got here? You’re gonna put it in your mouth and you’re gonna suck it. Go ahead, boy, get down on the floor, on your knees and suck my big poz dick.” I quickly did as I was told and got on my knees. Daddy’s huge cock was right before me. It was the most magnificent thing I ever laid my eyes on. With two large balls hanging below, an incredibly thick shaft with a network of veins running all over it, a mushroom head half covered by an intact foreskin. It was glistening with precum and looked incredibly tasty. I opened my mouth and sucked it in. The taste was even better than I hoped. Way better than my own cum. A bit salty and sweet at the same time. “Yeah, that’s it boy. You’re taking very well to your new role. Soon you’ll be sucking it like a pro. You have great potential. I’m glad I chose you to become my little poz bitch hole.” I was hungrier and hungrier for his perfect dick and sucked greedily. With every suck, his cock was going further and further into my throat, and Daddy started pushing it even deeper, thrusting against my mouth with his hips. After a few minutes he was basically fucking my face, and I was loving every second of it. I could already feel his toxic precum coating my throat and happily swallowed his fuck juice. Suddenly, Daddy pushed me away. “Okay, that’s enough boy. I don’t want to spoil my load. This one’s going into your ass, and I want it to be big enough to make sure we convert you on the first try. Now, how did you like sucking that poz cock, boy?” “I love it Daddy, it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I love having your huge poz dick in my mouth and down my throat. I hope I get to please you this way every day. You can use my mouth in any way you want, Daddy”. “I know, boy. I don’t need you permission anyway, I already have it. I’m glad you like it because you’ll be doing this a whole lot more in the future. Now, get back on the bed, on all fours, facing the wall.” I did as I was told, eagerly waiting for what was next. Daddy still wasn’t slamming me so I was curious what he had in mind when I suddenly felt something small and hard pushing against my asshole. “I’m filling you up with some lube laced with Tina. I’m putting a lot of it in there, so you’ll be all slippery to welcome my cock in a few minutes. The Tina will heighten your horniness a few notches.” As he was talking, I could feel something cold filling my asshole. “And done. Now don’t move while I keep preparing your hole.” Daddy started fingering me again, slowly making circle motions to stretch my anus. Soon he put in another finger, and then another. The stretching turned into a slow finger fucking. The T-laced lube was starting to take hold, my ass was burning, and I couldn’t get enough of his fingers. I was craving something bigger, longer, and harder. “Oh god, Daddy, it feels so good. I love what you are doing to me.” “Shut up boy, let me do the talking. Now I made some bruises inside your holes. You’re bleeding a little bit so when I cum later my littles poz babies will go inside your blood stream through your ass and knock you up. I think you’re ready for your total conversion, then. Lie down on your back and put your hands over your head.” Once again, I obeyed. My ass was on fire, empty and screaming to be filled, especially after having experienced Daddy’s fingers. He took one of my wrists and tied it to the bed, then the other one. I couldn’t move much, couldn’t escape, and was at the complete mercy of my Daddy. My heart was pounding, I was getting way higher than I ever been before and still couldn’t believe what was happening to me. It was all going so fast, but I felt more alive than ever before in my life. I was experiencing so much pleasure already that I started moaning like a bitch as Daddy strapped a tourniquet around my arm. The feeling of being outside my body came back. My attention started to drift from what Daddy was doing. I was looking at the porn on the TV; some rubber gimp was tied up in bondage and taking cock on screen, his ass overflowing from previous loads, and I wished I was him, when I suddenly felt a prick on my arm. For some reason I kept looking at the porn. “The needle is in, boy. This is it. The point of no return. Once I push it in, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine forever. This slam contains a little bit of my blood, so even if my poz cum doesn’t convert you later on, this will guarantee the outcome for you. No matter what happens, starting from NOW, you’re my little poz slam pig slave.” When he said “NOW”, Daddy pushed the syringe and injected his mix of blood and meth. I was now infected with his virus and there is nothing I could do about it. Not that I wished to. I was finally where I was supposed to be. Everything felt completely right. Daddy then removed the needle and the tourniquet. I felt something very strange in my lungs and had to cough violently. I suddenly got very disoriented. “Breathe, boy, slow and steady. You’re feeling the slam rush. In just a little moment you’ll feel so good you will never want to feel any other way. Welcome to your new life.” I tried to focus on my breathing and started to calm down from the rush. At this point Daddy was right. I was feeling extremely good, horny as fuck and high as hell. It was like riding a cloud at full speed while everything around me goes in slow motion. My whole body started tingling and an intense warmth was radiating from my ass, which begged to be filled already. I felt wide open down there and started gyrating my hips to get some stimulation, waiting for my Daddy’s cock. He positioned himself at the end of the bed and looked straight in my eyes while he entered me on one smooth move. I expected it to hurt, but his ministrations and the slam made it go in without the slightest hint of pain. An indescribable feeling of pleasure exploded all over my body, coming in waves from my ass, each wave being stronger than the last one. And Daddy hadn’t even started moving yet. With his dick firmly planted up to the balls in my ass, he told me to focus on his face and listen. “I have been looking to get a boy like you for quite some time. I placed the ad hoping to find a nice young man, preferably straight, lure him to my place, groom him a little and make him discover the joys of extreme gay sex to convert him and enslave him. You fell right into my little trap. But aren’t you glad you did?” I tried to reply but could only make a questioning moan. “Yeah, that’s right. I spent the last month conditioning you to trust me and depend on me. I gradually exposed you to homoeroticism without you even realizing it. I configured my wi-fi network so I can see each site you visit and what videos you watch. I know exactly what you did after you saw me with my poz buddy yesterday, who agreed to stage this little show with me just for you. I have access to your webcam and got to witness just how much you enjoyed what you saw. You’re very cute when you cum, you know that? You’re not the first guy that lives here, I had dozens of other attempted victims, but all the previous ones weren’t up for these things. They were turned off by it, horrified even. But you, my boy, are different. You took it way faster than I expected. It only took 24 hours to make you see the truth. You always wanted this, but you didn’t know. It was always in you; I’m just showing you your true nature. We were meant to be together. I was meant to take care of you and fuck you, and you were made to be my slammed up poz bitch.” All these words were making my head spin but my ass hornier. I accepted everything my Daddy said and left the pleasure consume me as he finally started fucking me, picking up speed rather quickly. “I can keep this up indefinitely, boy. I’m so rich I don’t have to work at all. I have well enough money to keep you high 24/7, feed you and pay for your meds, and enough free time to fuck you all day long if I want to. This is all you will ever know from now on. No more jobs, no more school, no more going out with friends or sleeping with girls. You are a gay sex slave. This is your new life. Forever, all the time. You’re now just a gimp. When we’re done converting you, starting tomorrow, I’ll show you the rest of my kinks, fetishes and perversions. You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Every sentence was hitting my mind like a ton of bricks, confirming what Daddy said; this was my true nature. I was ecstatic to learn my fate, knowing that I didn’t need to worry about anything anymore and I just had to serve my Daddy and experience all this pleasure. I couldn’t wait to find out what he had in store for me. “You’re about to be bred for the first time, boy. That’s right, I’m gonna shoot a big poz load deep inside your guts. Once it’s done, you will truly become my son. I will own you forever. No matter what happens, wherever you go, I will always be inside you. You already have my blood, now you’re getting my seed. But I won’t pull out yet. We are in for a very long night. I’m going to breed you again, and again, and again, until I’m completely drained, and you’re completely filled with my toxic poz cum.” And there I was, on my back, hands tied up to the bed, my knees almost up to my shoulders, high as fuck on meth, just having surrendered myself to this perfect man for the rest of my life. I had accepted a life of servitude, of infinite pleasure, depravity, drugs and devotion for my Daddy. He was giving me the best gift possible. At this point in his speech, he paused and grabbed a small brown bottle. These must be poppers, I thought. “I almost forgot about this. Nothing better than a nice few hits of poppers right before a breeding.” He uncapped the bottle, closed one of my nostrils and put the bottle under the other. “Sniff.” I took a deep hit. “Exhale. Sniff again. Again. Again.” After 4 hits, he took 4 for himself, closed the bottle and resumed his fucking. The rush from the poppers was exquisite and my ass felt even looser and better. Daddy’s dick, on the other hand, seemed to have grown even bigger and harder. He started to ram me. I was suddenly mesmerized by the sight of this perfect man fucking me, I stared at his beautiful tattoo and wondered if I would end up having one too. It looked menacing and commanding respect. I wanted to worship it. I couldn’t wait to suck on Daddy’s nipples again. “All right boy, this is it. The final step in your total conversion from straight neg boy to gay poz slam slave. Take my load, you little bitch, take my toxic cum up your ass, get pregnant with my virus and make it grow!!” Daddy then let out a very loud groan, became all hard and stiff as rope after rope of poz cum painted the deepest parts of my ass walls. He came to a stop, his dick deeply buried in my hole. He then opened his eyes, looked at me with the most loving gaze I’ve ever seen and said: “I love you, son.” I will always remember this moment with such clarity. He called me “son” for the first time. Not just “boy”. “I love you, Daddy.” He smiled and started fucking me again without pulling out, just like he said he would. He truly was my Daddy. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued in part 3 (tentatively called "My life as a chem slave" for now, but I'm still planning it out). Parts 1 and 2 were pretty much the entire story I had in mind initially, but I have more ideas about what happens next. It's gonna take up to a few weeks to write it out. Hope you enjoy !

I dragged my teeth along his cock. He slapped me and told me to watch my teeth. I cleaned him off. He told me to give him 20 minutes and then come to his room. I finished my shower, dried off, went to my room, pulled on a jock, some workout shorts and a T. Pozzed While Cruising 7 I was at his room in 19 minutes… I lightly knocked on the door. Someone from inside yelled that it was open, so I slowly opened the door to see the up-and-coming jock freshman QB on his knees sucking off the starting stud freshman linebacker in their dorm room. He ordered me to lock the door, stripped down and eat some QB ass. Josh, the QB, looked back at me with a weary eye and that is when Ty the linebacker assured him that I was cool and that he just fucked me in the shower. I was going to eat his ass as he was going to finally learn to take it up the ass whenever TY wanted it. I could tell Josh tried to object, but when he opened his mouth Ty stuffed with his huge black cock. He had just bred me about 30 minutes ago, but he was again rock hard and ready to fuck again. I was hoping he would fill me again, but I am sure Josh was in his sites tonight. I still had some poz loads buried deep in my hole. I am sure one of them would fuck out of me. I thought how could I get one or both or these guys back to the apartment and convert them. I could not believe I was thinking like this just yesterday I was damn a condom nazi. Now, I had loads from 7 or 8 guys in me and some of them I did not know their names. I tossed my T-shirt and shorts back by the door and knelt behind Josh and licked his ass. He moaned a loud whore-ish moan. I thought anyone walking by the door would hear. Ty urged me to continue. I got in there. I was tonguing his hole and slipping a finger here and there into him. All at the urging of Ty to add another finger and to eat his ass, spit on it. I had nearly 3 fingers in him when Ty asked him, “What do you want me to do QB1?” Josh looked up at him never taking his cock out of his mouth and mumbled, “fuck me” “What do you want me to do?” Ty repeated. Josh pulling Ty’s huge cock out of his mouth and said, “I want you to fuck me with your big lineback cock and breed me!” Ty ordered me to get on the bed and Josh to straddle me with his 7 inch white cock dangling in my mouth. Josh almost immediately went to fish out my cock, but TY told him no and that I was there for guys like them to use. Ty got to use Josh and me and Josh got to use me. I was disappointed but I understood. Ty got behind Josh and ran his cock up and down his ass and plopped it in my mouth to get his wet. I did my best. I was ordered to suck Josh and Josh was allowed to finger and eat my ass. Ty slowly pushed his cock into Josh while Josh began to beg him to stop. Ty reminded him that he did ask for it and that Ty needed the QB to be the D’d bitch. This was going to happen no matter what he did it was all just a matter of time. Little did they both know what I had in store for them. Josh’s ass finally opened up and Ty’s hog of a cock slid into the freshman QB. Josh let out another moan of a man in heat. Just as Ty hit bottom Josh filled my mouth with his negative. He thought I brought him off, but I know it was that huge dick of Ty’s that did it. I was already working on a plan to get Josh alone with one of the guys from the group. I had Josh in one of my classes near where I had met Jake. I was thinking how I could get the two together and maybe poz the whole football team. Ty brutally pounded his thick hard cock into Josh. I could see some pink forming around his hole. I ran my tongue along the underside of Ty’s cock. Josh fingered my hole. I could actually feel him get hard again. Ty pumped a thick load into Josh for just having dumped one into me less than an hour before. I sucked on Josh’s cock and cleaned Ty’s prick and Josh joined me. In the last few days, I had turned into a wanton cocksucker, craving bareback assumingly poz cum and was willing to lure other guys into it as well. Josh asked Ty if I could suck him or if he could fuck me. Ty pondered for a moment and allowed Josh to mount me for his entertainment. I was about to get the 7 or 8th load of the day in my slutty pussy. I know I still had some poz cum deep in me. I knew though that if Josh fucked me he would meet in the bathroom after class. My plan was being set without me having to really work it. But Josh was going to be the start. I had to get Ty to the apartment to convert him as well. Was he just fucking guys due to the lack of real pussy or was he really bi. Time would tell. More to CUM I hope you guys are liking this story I am always up for hot chat and/or phone/skype and meeting locally Hit me up Joey

I have been DL gay for a long time but started taking raw loads in DC about 10 years ago. Hard enough to hide from my fam the fact I love black men. But I started chasing poz black dick. My last trip to DC did it. I invited a cute and a bit fem dude with a huge dick and beautiful hazel eyes to my hotel room. I knew he was poz and he knew I was turned on. As he slowly entered me he kept saying that I am surrendering my life to him tonight. He had me rub his scorpion tat as he worked his dick slowly in and out of me. Then it was like he got possessed because he started really tearing me up in a good way. He said he was getting close and I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to. He froze in mid stroke and said “I am changing you forever” and plunged completely inside me. I felt incredible warmth spread in me and his eyes never broke from my gaze. We fell asleep with him inside me. During the night he fucked me awake again. I ended up taking 3 poz loads. I assumed he was undetectable but when he was leaving he said he had a VL of 1M and to let him know when I convert. Now I am just getting over the fuck flu. I told my fam it was Covid. My VL is 500k and rising. I have another business trip to DC next week to take another toxic load and start spreading mine.

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I celebrated my pozzing anniversary yesterday ! 4 years poz and no meds ever. 5 guys were with me, out of which 2 full blown Aids.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. Another try at a "short" story. There are 2 parts. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. -- It had been a crappy year so far. In April I caught my supposedly monogamous boyfriend getting tag teamed by a pair of grindr hookups. I watched him pack his shit up and even caught him trying to steal some of my stuff. I heard he couch surfed for a few weeks before he could get a place of his own. I told everyone I knew what happened and many knew he had been playing behind my back for months. I'm sure a few of them had fucked that sack of shit too. I was nearing forty, but thought I still looked good. Some of the twenty-something guys were starting to call me daddy, usually when I let my beard grow out, which just made me feel older than I was. My workout schedule was three or four times a week which kept my six foot body in good shape, toned but not built. I kept the hair on my chest trimmed and my full head of hair perfectly coiffed. When summer started and I was still in a funk, my workout buddy Chris took me out for a beer after the gym. "Ya gotta snap out of it. Stop looking for a new boyfriend, just hookup with a few guys. You might find you click with one" he said. I knew he was right. I hadn't had sex with a guy since a few days before catching my ex in the act and my hand didn't compare to having my cock buried up a guy's hole. "I know, I know. It's just hard to find a guy my age that isn't already in a relationship or isn't a complete slut. The thought of having to wrap it up to fuck after seven years of doing it bare is a turn off, too" I replied. "Get on prep if you're worried about picking up the big bug. You're gonna drive yourself mad if you stay in this rut" he replied. We hit the bar again a few weeks later, a day after I'd fucked the first guy in months. "You look a little better, but you're kind of distracted... What's up?" he asked. "I finally got laid last night, but it didn't go very well" I replied. "Not all of them do. What went wrong?" he asked. "I couldn't stay hard in the condom. The guy was about to give up but said 'try it bare. I'm on prep' so I did. God it felt so good and we fucked for over an hour. I even came in him, just like I used to do with the douchebag" I told him. "OK, I don't see why you're confused. You prefer it bare, just like ninety-nine percent of the guys out there" Chris said. "Yeah, but I don't want to catch anything, and raw fucking guys I don't know is risky. It's less of a risk if I top, but sometimes I like feeling a guy drill my brains out too" I explained. I saw a smile come over his face. "Yeah, I'm the same. But if you're worried, start prep. Or find hookups that are on it. I haven't had a rubber on my dick in over ten years. None of the guys that have fucked me have had one either. Once you go bare, you won't want to go back, as you found out" Chris said. I nodded and saw him adjust himself. He grinned back at me. "I think I know how we can help each other out" he said. That was the start of six weeks of fucking each other three days a week after our workout. Usually it was a flip fuck and neither of us would ever pull out, dumping our loads into each other without a second thought. It was strange bottoming so much after decades of topping most of the time, but it was a small price to pay to fuck like I was used to. After the third week, I'd taken more of his cum than all of the other guys combined since I started having sex in high school. It felt weird walking home from his place with his cum running down my leg but it reminded me that Chris had my cum dripping out of him, too. I started hooking up with other guys too, but since this town is ninety percent bottoms, I always topped with them. Near the end of July, Chris told me that he was going out of town for work for a month. "Did you ever go on prep?" he asked. "Nah, never got around to it. You've been keeping me busy" I replied with a chuckle. "Good time for it, now. You'll have some free time to do it. I won't be back for a couple months" he said. We met up one last time before his trip and I spent the night. While I fucked him some, most of the time I was the one getting nailed. Before I headed home, he stuffed a butt plug in and said "Don't want you lookin like a cheap whore leaving a trail of cum on your way home." Work for me got busy too, but I finally went in to start prep. "We need to do some tests first" the doctor told me. They called me in to discuss the results a few days later. "Jason, you tested positive for HIV. There's no need for prep. We are going to do some more tests to figure out how best to treat you" the doctor said, along with a thousand other things that I didn't hear. -- "I never said I was on it and you didn't ask. I got a really big Christmas gift last year and I've been sharing it. You're number seven that I know of" Chris said when I called to tell him. "What the fuck? That wasn't cool" I yelled back at him. "It's really cool, since you don't have to worry about it any more. You can go on meds, but once you charge up your first neg guy, you're going to want to do it more and more. Its such a rush!" Chris said, sounding excited for me. "You're fuckin kidding me? You want me to go out and infect unsuspecting guys like you did to me?" I said, exasperated. "Do it however you want. Fuck other poz guys, knock up some chasers, breed some prep guys or stealth some neg guys. Just do me a favor and stay off meds for a few months and see how it goes" he said, calmly. "Fuck! Now you want me to do you a favor? You're just a fuckin asshole. I hope you burn in hell" I yelled out before I hung up. The problem was, I was horny. Really horny. As good as my hand felt, I needed more. I figured that there wasn't any harm fucking other poz guys so that's what I started with. By the time I went in to talk with the doctor about my second set of tests, I'd fucked and bred a half dozen poz guys. One even flipped me over and gave me his own potent, unmedicated strain. A few days after my doctor's appointment, I was surfing and one guy sent me a message. "Hey. Think I've seen you at the Sweat Shop gym. Prep btm here, luv takin poz dick. bb only" he said. The pics in his profile looked familiar and I remembered checking him out more than once during my workouts. After a few more messages, I was convinced I wasn't going to infect him. Later that evening, my dick was buried in his ass as he begged for my toxic seed. While some of the poz guys had mentioned it while I fucked them, this guy went all out on poz talk while we fucked. I pumped a huge load in him and I don't think I'd ever seen a bottom happier to get bred. The group of guys I was now comfortable fucking was now getting larger. It was just about a month since I got the diagnosis when the first chaser messaged me. Well, the first one that seemed serious and sent more than "poz me" as a message. He was ten years younger than me, two inches shorter, smooth above the waist and hairy below. He had a nice looking uncut cock and an even better looking ass. His longish, curly hair hung over the almost shaved sides and I saw several bits of metal in his ears. There were a few tattoos scattered over his body as well, but they looked like he spent time planning them out. "You're the first neg guy I've fucked since..." I started to say as we undressed in his small apartment. "That's cool. The last guy that said he wasn't on meds was last year and either he lied or it didn't take. It's fun trying though" the guy said calmly. Calm wasn't how I was feeling. I was nervous and hoped I was going to be able to perform. After a few minutes of groping each other's naked bodies, he worked his way down until he was sucking on my now stiff cock. He was better than most guys and I kind of forgot why I was there, besides to fuck, of course. After fifteen minutes, I wanted to see if his ass felt as good as his mouth and throat. Holding his head by the hair, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and slapped it over his cheek. "I need your ass" I said softly, staring at him. He bent over the bed and I was on my knees a moment later. I was only going to spend a minute rimming him, but his ass just felt too good. My beard mingled with the hair between the mounds of firm flesh. His ring flexed while my tongue lapped over it, adding more spit to the entire crevice. Ten minutes had passed and my cock was now throbbing, needing some attention too. I stood up, surprised how hard my cock still was. I pressed the leaking tip to his spit soaked hole, wondering how I could even think about doing what I was about to do. Pushing a little harder, I heard Chris' comment from a few weeks earlier about knocking up a neg guy rattling around my head. "Aahhh fuck yeah..." the chaser moaned as my cock drove slowly into him. His chute felt good wrapping around my cock and when I bottomed out, he gave a firm squeeze with his ass muscles. My cock was leaking more than usual and soon his hole was really slick. It let me pound him harder and at one point I grabbed his hair and pulled it back before slamming in. While I ground my hips against his ass I whispered in his ear "Ready to get pozzed?" "Oh god yeah... Please breed me full of your bug... I want it so bad!" he cried out. His ring clamped down harder with each phrase, trying to suck the cum out of my balls. I could only thrust in a dozen more times before I began to shoot. The moan he let out told me how much he loved getting filled with my virus enhanced load. After the last pulse, I plowed his ass a few more minutes, churning up the cum inside him and hopefully pushing it deeper. Whether he felt as excited when he converted or when he tested positive, I would probably never know. After a short rest, I drilled him again until my cum needed to escape and help try and end his chase. He was a fun guy to fuck and when we finished told me he was very eager for a repeat. I spent the next 17 days breeding him until I showed up and his body was on fire. We only had a quick fuck that night and I left him passed out with one big load inside. I texted Chris and said "ur right. big rush when first one converts." A rational guy would have thought that once he'd experienced pozzing a guy it was enough and he should start medication to get himself undetectable. That's not what I did. Just like Chris had told me, I wanted more.

Part 1: The Legend An old Scottish legend, echoed in the mythologies of several other proud and ancient lands, tells of a woman who is enticed away from home,husband, family, and everything of value to her by a demon who appears to her, taking the form of her dead sailor lover. Hamish McAlpine read the description in a respected online reference source and snorted indignantly. It was so completely wrong, on so many levels, that he couldn’t believe they’d actually had the nerve to publish such trash. For starters, he wasn’t a demon. Not even close. He was immortal, true, but that wasn’t how he’d been born, nor was it by his own choice. Some people might think he’d enticed Alan, although he could have sworn it was totally 50-50 -- so who enticed whom? He had certainly not appeared as a dead sailor – what a ridiculous notion! Hamish could and did get seasick crossing a river. In fact, he had absolutely no power to shift his shape. All he could do was change his clothes and his hairstyle. He’d appeared as he always did – as himself, forever aged 32 “and a bit.” Most outrageous of all, the supposed “victim” wasn’t even a woman. Alan was a man – all man, the most sexy and magnetic man Hamish had ever met in his 988 years of life. And it wasn’t as if Hamish had ever lacked for interested men. He’d planted multiple loads of his immortal seed deep in the tight assholes of more than a few kings, ranging from Richard the Lionheart to Frederick the Great, with a little fling with James VI of Scotland thrown in along the way. He’d fucked, or been fucked by, dozens of men named in the history books, from the great through the not-so-great and all the way to the downright-dirty ones, down through the centuries. There’d also been a few missteps, a few intimate exchanges which ended badly with the party of the second part swearing vengeance, and demanding satisfaction. The results in these duels were predictable: Hamish would let himself be killed, then he would promptly resurrect, and the other man would either run screaming in terror or just blink and berate himself that his aim was so far off. Hamish had been immortal for so long that he scarcely recalled what his life had been like before it got extended indefinitely. He had vague memories of living in the servants’ quarters of a Scottish baronial castle, of acting as a footman, opening doors, bowing, delivering food from the kitchens to the Great Hall. His memory was a bit better when it came to his spare-time activities. Start with Neil, an apprentice armourer. Hamish had walked into the armoury one rainy afternoon, expecting to pick up a spear that was being rebalanced for the Baron. Instead, he found Neil bent over with the blacksmith’s spear embedded in his rear gate. Hamish had gotten down on his knees to suck on Neil’s cock, and soon pulled the sperm up and out as the blacksmith filled the young guy’s ass with his load. The blacksmith pulled out and went back to his forge but Hamish stayed when Neil invited him to fuck him some more. Hamish had driven his cock right into Neil’s butt, still full of the blacksmith’s seed, and the sensation soon drew his own cum up and out, filling Neil up to the point where the combined loads of sperm gushed and squirted out as Hamish kept pounding into his hole. But Neil was by this time getting hard again, and he pulled away, turned around, bent Hamish over, stripped away his clothes, and swiped a handful of the cum from his ass as lube. This was Hamish’s first time getting fucked, and it hurt like hell. He could hear the blacksmith laughing in the distance as the cries of pain were ripped out of Hamish’s throat. But the cries slowly evolved into moans of satisfaction as it became apparent that, in this area at least, the apprentice had definitely mastered some skills. Neil proved to be a first-rate top as well as a pliant bottom, and that combination of gifts kept both of them happy for the next year or so. But then Neil left, to take up a position as blacksmith and master armourer at another castle. More memorable still was Ian, fellow footman with a slim, firm body, blazing red hair, and an equally roving eye. It didn’t take any time at all, after Ian was recruited onto the castle staff, for Hamish to recruit Ian for after-hours extra work. Ian was the kind of man who would bend over any time for any man who asked and Hamish asked – early and often. They started with quickies snatched on the fly in the storage cellars, on the back stairway, or after hours in the kitchen. Hamish would walk up behind Ian, rub his hand across the seat of Ian’s breeches, and the younger man would turn to putty. Hamish would yank Ian’s breeches down, bend him over, release his own hard cock from his clothes, and proceed to plow that lovely Scottish ass with its light coat of flaming red hair. Even after Hamish had fucked him dozens of times, Ian’s hole remained delightfully tight, and it took very little time – sometimes as little as two minutes – before the tightness, and Ian’s quiet moans, pulled Hamish right up to the brink. Then he would pound ass, as fast as he could go, until his cum exploded in a frantic burst of energy inside Ian’s hole. Later on, Hamish reached a senior footman position and got a room of his own. It was cold, drafty, and dark, and the straw pallet was all he had in the way of a bed but still… it was private. Ian and Hamish enjoyed many hours of their off time, romping on that pallet. It gave them much more latitude to explore a whole variety of positions for sex. Since Ian’s cock was both shapely and not too thick, Hamish always enjoyed sucking him off. Ian particularly like the nights when Hamish would take him through their entire repertoire of positions, fucking him up, down, and sideways for several hours and planting several loads of seed deep in the redhead’s ass. In time, Hamish got hold of a bigger pallet and they were actually able to sleep together. Ian just loved cuddling up to Hamish after a good, hard fucking, and falling asleep with Hamish’s arms wrapped around him. There was no real love on Hamish’s side of the relationship. To him, Ian was a damn good fuck with a firm body who was always ready, able, and willing – but that was it. Ian understood that, and didn’t resent it, being grateful to always have hot sex there whenever he wanted it (and that was often). Life got a bit more tiring when the Baron’s second son, Robert, took to summoning Hamish in the evenings to help him relax for sleep. That started after Robert caught Hamish and Ian one night, enjoying a quickie for old times’ sake on the back stairs. Robert’s favourite form of relaxation was to slide his far-from-tiny cock deep inside Hamish’s firm ass when Hamish was on his hands and knees on the bed. Robert would then drive inside that hole deep and hard, sometimes keeping going for as long as an hour, and cumming inside Hamish as many as three times in a single extended fuck. He also demanded that Hamish prove his “loyalty” by cumming too. Robert was far too fastidious and dignified to let the lowly Hamish fuck him or suck him, or even shoot on him, so Hamish had to make do with his hand, with his back turned to Robert (who was actually quite a pleasant sight when undressed), and with Robert’s cock slamming into him at top speed. It all made for exhausting sex as well as a fierce ache in the nether regions, and left Hamish sometimes too tired to do the honours for Ian. Life underwent a dramatic change when the Baron decided to revive his struggling treasury by selling the services of his “private army,” as he called it, to the English King, Harold Godwinson, for a generous fee. The “army” actually consisted of a ragtag group of peasants and shepherds, “organized” (to use a slightly misleading term) under the direction of the castle’s senior servants. The Baron and his sons were nowhere to be seen – sensibly, as things turned out. During the trip south to England, Ian died in a bizarre freak accident. He lost his balance while fording a river, cracked his head wide open on a rock, and that was that. Hamish didn’t mourn overmuch. It wasn’t as if he had fallen in love with Ian, so what he mainly was conscious of was that he’d lost his favourite outlet for his most significant talent. In any event, this journey ended when they joined up with the English army at the beginning of October 1066. The King and his forces were marching to meet the invasion of Duke William of Normandy. The clash was due to happen near Hastings. William, of course, was destined to win immortality and a throne by winning the battle, which altered the entire course of English history. Hamish, though, was destined to win immortality of another kind altogether. That was the one part of his story that was due to demonic interference. One of the Norman knights lined up to participate in the invasion of England had fallen prey to his fears the night before the Norman army sailed for England. He’d called on a local sorcerer who had conducted a black mass to lay a spell of invulnerability and invincibility upon his sword. It had worked – in the sense that the dark power had undoubtedly invaded and possessed the blade. The unforeseen consequence was that the power of the sorcerer’s black arts leaped into the 32-year old Hamish when the knight stabbed him to the heart, as the Scottish mercenary defended the English right flank. Hamish died – but then promptly resurrected in immortal form. Meanwhile, the unfortunate knight got killed seconds later by one of the English knights. The real pity of it all was that he was a definite looker, as Hamish saw when the dead man’s armour was removed. He’d have been happy to have enjoyed a week or three – or more -- of mutual fucking with a man as well-built and well-hung as that one. Oh, the ironies of fate. Hamish got more out of the knight’s meddling with the black mass than just immortality. He also got sent back to earthly life in perfected form. His face, formerly pleasant enough, became devastatingly handsome. His shoulders broadened; his waist tightened. His originally short cock lengthened to a seriously challenging, eight-inch-long, uncommonly thick, weapon of choice for his favourite kind of duelling. Add on a newfound, intimidating level of bedroom stamina and Hamish McAlpine had become a major challenge for all of the man-loving men who would cross his path for the next millennium or so.

You and I are on the same page, tallslenderguy. Yes, there is the purely physical (and usually Lust-driven) act, which is a necessary act we are compelled to indulge in. I also believe that there is a deeper, even more satisfying level of exchange beyond merely Breeding. I have experienced it a number of times, and it's real for me. That kind of "mating" is always so very special when it occurs !!

A guy took me to a cruisy layby as he wanted me to suck him while other men bred my ass. One of the men who fucked me VERY hard was an ex-copper. No condoms, no lube, just rammed his big hard raw cock straight into my ass and pounded until he shot his load. Also, when the G7 summit was in Cornwall last year one of the policemen brought to the area would come to see me every evening and breed my ass.

I would definitely back my ass up to a glory hole to get eaten. I haven't had my ass eaten in so many years. I can't find anyone who wants to do it.

lol...well put!Reminded of the old joke told in a bar"I build bridges all over the world,sturdy massive structures.I built sky scrapers too.Have desgned many beautiful structures,,,but do they call me the bridge builder,the construction company president or a master architecht?No they don't...but suck ONE COCK and EVERYBODY calls me gay!"

5. Scorpion Jesse slinks down the stairs and hauls back a half-asleep Eros to the priest’s bedroom. Rubbing gunk out of his eyes, Eros stares at the priest’s thin, naked body slowly twirling. “Yeah he’s dead all right.” Suppressing a yawn, Tommy tiptoes in quietly closing the door behind him. He presents a large plate of sandwiches to Eros and Jesse. "I found these on the counter. They're a little stale but I think they're—" Eros nabs two roast beefs before Tommy even finishes, "—okay." “Mustard?” “Like I’d forget,” Tommy says, annoyed, as he hands over mustard packets from his pocket. Eros is not a morning person, especially after just two hours of sleep. “Coffee?” “How many fucking hands you think I have?” Tommy’s prickly as Eros on two hours of sleep. The corpse does a full three-sixty as he munches a tuna fish wedge. When the monk’s pumped member glides in front of him, he turns to Jesse, “He fuck you with that thing?” “Jesus, Tommy. That’s the first thing you think of?” says Jesse, snatching an egg salad triangle whose crusts are sliced off. He watches the monk continue to rotate. “But, yeah. He fucked me with that thing.” Eros gobbles one of his roast beefs in a few bites. He goes to the bed and picks up a piece of rope. “Bondage, huh? What a shock.” “So you woke up and he was just hanging there?” Tommy suspiciously asks. He’s finished his tuna, and now starts on a turkey and avocado. “First I took a piss.” Jesse looks at the door and quietly slides the bolt lock so no one barges in unexpected. “When I came back I saw him hanging there.” Eros and Tommy circle the body chewing. Tommy looks at Jesse puzzled. “If his arms and legs are duct taped, how’d he manage to climb on the chair and hang himself? He had to have help.” “I told you, he slammed me a second time and I don’t remember anything after that." "So maybe you helped him and don't remember." Eros suggests. “There’s things I’ve done that I didn’t remember till T told me the next day.” "I barely could stand up after the first slam. No way I’m propping up a monk all taped up and getting him up on a chair. Look at me. On a good day I couldn’t lift, what—,” he gauges the body. “Like one-thirty, one-forty pounds? I’m not like T.” Tommy flexes a bicep for Eros and wiggles his eyebrows. Eros frowns, considers the situation. After finishing his second roast beef he proposes an idea raising his index finger. “What if someone comes in, binds him, and strings him up while you’re passed out?” “Except, when I got up to pee, the door was bolted on the inside,” Jesse counters. “Shit, that does complicates things,” Eros concedes. He takes the remaining turkey and avocado, which make Tommy snarl. He puts it back and chooses a lone lobster roll. “That actor guy and the tall kid were in here...I think,” Jesse reflects. “I’m not sure when that happened. But I felt a little dick as some point fucking me. Just like T said. I bet it was him. And the kid bitched about not having a hard on, but he got it up and fucked me, too.” “So tell me everything.” Eros squirts mustard on his lobster roll. “All you can remember.” “Dude,” Tommy balks. “You have to put mustard on everything?” “It’s the good kind. I didn’t know it came in little packets.” “Listen!” Jesse hits Eros to get his attention. “I remember the priest giving me this Prince Albert.” He pulls down his underwear and flashes his jeweled P.A. Tommy’s chewing the turkey and avocado and lifts the empty plate. "Should I go down and get more?" "Nah, you'll risk someone seeing you before we figure out what to do." Eros looks down to the pool below. Still empty. The sky's clear but it's brisk. Leaves are gathering around the pool filter. “Yeah, so after he gives me the P.A., he slams me the first time, and we fuck for a really long time, then he spanked me some, and then we fist—punch fist, sixty-nine fist. I never been so far up someone’s ass, ever! It was crazy weird.” Tommy whistles. “So many things happened. I’m might be confusing the order but I think I was gagged and blindfolded when the actor and the kid came in. I don't know how long they were here but they left, I'm pretty sure. I remember hearing the priest lock the door and then it got really quiet. Then after he poured hot wax on me—," "God damn, Jesse!" Eros bursts out. "You gonna listen to me next time?" "Like I need you to lecture me!” Jesse crosses his arms, looks defiantly at Eros. “Look at you all judgy. Say, how’d you and Mac D.P.-ing the kid go? You give him any choice?” “Let’s say he learned to like it,” Tommy says, watching Eros grind his jaw. “Fuck last night.” Eros snaps. Ostensibly he checks out the pool again, but then suddenly he picks up the antique chair and slams it down hard on the carpet with a boom. Jesse gives him a dirty look, shushing him, but then he blinks, looking wildly around. “Wait.” He searches the monk’s satchel then scurries around the room. “Where’s his case?” “What are you looking for,” Tommy asks, his mouth full. “He had this little case with a hypo in it. It had a couple vials strapped inside.” He looks under the bed, in the empty chest of drawers, and then rummages in the closet. “When he saw I was coming round he got out this kit—I don’t see it here. He also got out some scary tools—I think he must’ve pierced my nipple when I blacked out. After that second slam, I don’t remember anything. But that case should still be around." “Maybe whoever hung him took it,” Eros suggests. “Listen. Bottom line, it won’t look good you drugged up and locked in a room with a dead guy. You’ll be the cop’s suspect numero uno. Good you came and got us so we can get ahead of this. T, before anyone gets up we should get the body out of here. Bury it in the forest or maybe out at the lighthouse. Hardly anyone goes out to the cape.” Tommy pauses, swallowing the rest of his sandwich before he holds up his hand, waving it in disagreement. “No, someone might eventually find it. We should take it out to sea and Davy Jones it.” “No,” Eros says pacing. "It might float back. Then they’ll see neck burns and that’ll lead to a bunch of questions.” “Okay,” Tommy's pacing now, too. “Between here and the dock there’s that swamp. We can take it there, and weight it down with rocks. Nobody’s going to go traipsing into the swamp." Eros enthusiastically bobs his head in agreement. "Okay. Then we take one of the kayaks, make it look like he took one out early—“ “Like,” Eros says, clapping him on the shoulder, “we put his sandals in it—“ “—and his rosary—“ “Genius! And his rosary in the kayak and turn it over on the beach like it floated back without him.” “Yeah. Or just let it float out to sea! It’ll look like he went out before anyone else got up.” They’re holding each other’s shoulders, nodding, electrified by their brilliance. “He's still high—right?—he tips over and accidently drowns. No body to be found, but the police would have reason to believe they'd eventually find one. Right? That’s if Mac even reports him missing.” “I’ll get the kayaks if you guys get the body,” Jesse says. But then he pauses. “Wait. Why wouldn’t Mac report him missing?” Tommy and Eros exchange a look. Tommy says, “Let’s say he’s got his reasons not to attract attention.” Jesse collapses on the leather divan, the corpse spinning above him. He laces his fingers and put them on his head staring up at it. “So, if he didn’t hang himself—all duct taped up like that—someone else did. And if someone else did and got the inside bolt to somehow lock, he’s gonna know Father Lucius didn’t drown. They’ll rat us out!” “Well,” Tommy says, reasoning with him, “if we assume he didn’t hang himself—and I agree that it's impossible he did it—then someone went to a lot of trouble to get you locked into a room with a dead guy. So whoever that was, the last thing he’s going to do is make waves. What’s he gonna say? Like 'I know there’s no body,” he says in a stupid guy voice, “but I know that the body we can’t find wasn’t drowned—it was hanged'?” Jesse cracks his first meager grin of the day. “No way! No one’s going to say that. That’d be stupid.” Tommy claps him on the shoulder, leaning in reassuringly. “And whoever it is, isn’t stupid. So: no body, no evidence, no problem!” While Tommy clips Jesse’s chin bringing out a bigger smile, Eros climbs up on the chair and cuts down the body. He and Tommy slip the monk’s robe back on him. Tommy give Jesse the rosary beads. Eros lifts the shoulders and Tommy takes the feet. Unlocking the bolt, Jesse makes sure no one’s in the hall, and Eros and Tommy take the body away. With the monk's sandals and rosary beads in hand, he sneaks down to the pool. Quietly lets himself out the side gate, takes a bright green kayak off the rack and, though it weighs a ton, lugs it to the beach. There’s white caps all the way to the horizon—fortunately the wind is at his back. He lays the kayak down in the wet sand, places the sandals and rosary beads in the hull, and pushes it out with the tide. It bounces for a while in the surf, spins directionless, but gradually the steady wind guides it from the shore. Soon it’s only a vibrant green dot bobbing under an indigo sky. Far down the beach, rocks surrounding the lighthouse spray white foam in the air from crashing waves. The storm has traveled inland for hours but the ocean remains angry. Seagulls squawking on the sand part before him as he wanders back to the shack. Jesse waits nervously inside for Eros and Tommy to return. Minutes turn to hours. Inside the compound he hears the beginning of activity at the pool. Cups clinks, a low murmur of tired voices just waking up. Laying on Tommy and Eros’ futon he curls into a small ball. Their smell is comforting. After a long, harrowing night followed by a frantic morning—one filled with more questions than answers—he drifts off like the green kayak, into a very dark, very troubled sea of sleep. * Mr. McPherson drives the golf cart down a rickety wooden walkway. He’s none-too-shabby, thinks Jaxton, taking in his broad, tan shoulders, muscular back, and neck thick as a linebacker. Certainly the first good thing on this stupid island getaway Eddie planned. They head, clackety-clack, to the compound. The passing maritime forest would be pretty if you were into nature. He prefers Tribeca. Eddie sits gabbing excitedly beside Mr. McPherson. Jaxton, tuning out the chit chat with earbuds firmly in place, is in the back seat with a creepy old priest named Father Lucius dressed like an honest-to-fuck monk. The monk keeps checking him out. He sees his sideways glances. Jaxton’s trying to ignore him by concentrating on his Nintendo Switch. The moment the priest lays one finger on him, he’s ready to punch the fucker in the face. They disembark in the oppressive heat and take a smaller walkway to the house. They pause at the entrance watching some young guy—in his underwear, for fuck sake!—park the cart. He’s cute but short. Jaxton prefers guys tall like himself—like the owner of the compound, e.g. The owner says something about everyone being casual at his place and pinches his tit, which Jaxton does not like one bit. He thinks the man’s attractive, but he’s not one for men he doesn’t know thinking they have access to his body just because he’s hot and they’re rich. (Well, Eddie notwithstanding. But then Eddie’s paying him a hell of a lot for a bogus “assistant” position and he knows never to pinch.) Jaxton hunches forward letting his blond dreadlocks fall over his face so no one sees he’s simmering. He blasts his iPhone to drown out the men talking. But before Mr. McPherson has a chance to open the front doors, the monk unexpectedly flashes his junk, which is pumped to a grotesque size Jaxton’s never seen in his life, and to which no one but him seems to think is completely revolting, not to mention inappropriate. Inside, it’s what he’s come to expect in modern beach houses—it isn’t grossly ostentatious, at least—a minimum of chrome and brass with lots of wood and glass. Mid-century modern furniture in the living room, an Eames lounge chair, the requisite pair of Wassily black strap chairs arranged around a Noguchi coffee table; a Jasper Johns and a Warhol in the dining room. In the airy foyer and leading up the staircase are pictures of Mr. McPherson with a hell of a lot of famous men, Eddie as a twenty-year-old shirtless stud among them. Dark mullet aside, Eddie was something back in the day. It’s sad, really. Jaxton stops and points at the photo. In it, Eddie, shirtless wearing a leather vest, has his arm draped around very pretty boy about the same age. “That thirst trap is you?” he asks, incredulous. Eddie nods and huffs with their luggage up the stairs. “Look at you, bossman.” Jaxton says, which only irritates Eddie. Eddie hates when he drops into his faux-Jamaican act. “Who was the blondie?” Jaxton pesters him up the stairs. “No one you ever heard of,” he wheezes, clomping his way to the room. Their bedroom is large and thankfully frigidly air conditioned. Eddie wants to go immediately to the pool but Jaxton grouses that he’d rather stay in and play his Switch in the A.C. Eddie states categorically he is not going to have his weekend ruined, and demands the game with an outstretched hand. Back in the city a move like that would have caused Jaxton to tell Eddie to shove it and leave, but here he’s stuck and feels like he’s going to have to be at least a little accommodating. He turns over the game, binds his dreadlocks up in a man-bun, and put on his knee-length swimming trunks. “You heard Mac,” Eddie says. “This place is for the uninhibited. Either you wear that dental floss thingy I bought you, or a speedo like mine or nothing. But you are not wearing those ridiculous trunks. You’re not hanging your surfer friends in Montauk.” “That’s a negative on the speedos, bossman. Too much weenie for the bikini. And the thong barely packs me in.” “Then it’s nothing.” “Fine,” Jaxton sneers, and slips off his swimming trunks. He trots down the stairs having no problem displaying his body, especially if it catches the head of the house’s eye. He finds a shady spot by the pool. With his earbuds in and his player turned up, he doesn’t hear the priest dive in the water. Eddie taps his shoulder, hands him a frozen margarita. A peace offering. Jaxton graciously accepts. Eddie wedges himself on the lounge next to his. Besides his own margarita, Eddie’s brought a full pitcher, which he sets on the ground in the shade. He’s in his speedo, which Jaxton finds tragic. A moment later Jaxton’s alarm is set off warning him the old priest is swimming up. He registers Eddie and the monk are talking about him, so he turns down the music a little to catch if any of what they’re saying is of interest. “He’s a mighty tall drink of water, isn’t he?” comments the priest, leering at Jaxton. The music goes right back up. Jaxton hates that phrase. It’s right up there with String Bean, Bean Pole, Bean Stalk—anything Bean-adjacent really. Though the music is too loud for him to actually hear it, he sees the priest ask him, “How’s the weather up there?” That’s another one that ticks him off. The best he can manage is a minor scoff. He checks for any texts from anyone, anyone—even the DJ he’s currently ghosting—but seeing no bars, sags into the chaise. With a thick bottom lip he nurses a sip of his margarita, but perks up instantly when Mr. McPherson comes out to join them. He’s awesomely naked, too. DILF, definitely, Jaxton muses. No tan lines on that boulder butt, and a cock swaying like an elephant trunk. With a cool sip of his drink he gifts the man a restrained two-finger wave. He takes one earbud out as a courtesy. “Hey,” he murmurs. Mr. McPherson acknowledges him with barely a hi—which straight away sets Jaxton off on offense while destroying his self-esteem at the same time, none of which he allows to register on his face. Mr. McPherson bounces on Eddie’s chaise and rumples his sparse hair. Eddie’s a kid again soaking up attention from someone powerful. Mr. McPherson says, “So if the storm holds off a little we can grill steaks.” He looks expectantly at the monk and then at Jaxton. “I trust I have men here that like to eat meat.” Jaxton pauses his music. If Mr. McPherson wants to be indifferent, he can be as serious as a morgue. “Actually, I’m vegan, Mr. McPherson.” Mac makes a theatrical grimace—turns to the actor, “I thought you said no food issues, Eddie.” Eddie slaps Jaxton’s ankle to get him to sit up. Jaxton reluctantly complies. “You eat meat. I’ve seen you eat a whole chicken.” “Dude, it was a free range guinea hen we had in California before the prelims. It made me sick all during the finals.” The priest emerges from the pool, his junk dripping like he’s taking a piss. He stands fists on hips at the end of Jaxton’s chaise. Jaxton scoots a little away from him, which causes Eddie to raise a cautionary eyebrow. “I’m sure I can find something in your pantry for our young giraffe, if you’ll allow me. Most of our monastery is vegetarian along with a few pescatarians.” Jaxton looks as if a turd is under his nose. Eddie looks puzzled. “Fish eaters, Mr. Gleason.” “Lobster,” Jaxton proposes. He’s being accommodating. “I do eat lobster.” Mac laughs, interjecting, “So you’re not that vegan.” Jaxton insists, “I’m totally vegan, bro." “Except for shellfish,” Father Lucius replies, also amused. He sits at the bottom of Jaxton’s chaise and runs a cold, wet palm over Jaxton thigh. “These have got to be the legs of a swimmer.” Eddie notices Jaxton is horrified by the monk’s touch. “A surfer. Also a competitive snowboarder, aren’t you, Jaxton.” Jaxton nods and hides his distain behind multiple sips of margarita. “He’s won prizes at Telluride and Sundance.” “Racing and freestyle,” he says, with a bit of blossoming pride seeing this interests Mr. McPherson. “And in May I just took first at the Rip Curl competition in San Clemente.” “Amazing.” The priest’s hand is higher up Jaxton’s thigh. “Father Lucius,” Mac trumpets, slapping Eddie on the shoulder as he’s rising to his feet. “How about you and I find our resident bro something he’d like to eat.” “I’d like nothing more.” Both men chuckle as they go into the house. Eddie scowls refilling his drink as Jaxton reinserts his earbud and tunes out the world. Somewhere during his playlist, Jaxton notices he’s cold. He looks up to see clouds gathering overhead. He’s had enough. Eddie’s finished the pitcher of margaritas, his head lolling to the side with a bit of drool in the corner—it’s sick to the point of being hysterical. In addition to having goosebumps, he finds he’s hungry. He wanders in the backdoor and discovers a naked Mr. McPherson fixing sandwiches at the kitchen counter. Jaxton cruises the man, making sure he knows his ass is being checked out. “Ah, I was just about to get you two. Grilling looks like we’ll have to put off till tomorrow. But I did find lobster salad. I made you some lobster rolls. Tell me mayo or gluten aren’t a problem.” “No way. Lobster rolls are dope.” Jaxton grabs one and hops on a stool at the counter. Mac finishes slicing brie for a series of sandwiches. “You know,” he says, without looking up, “you’re probably vegetarian not vegan, and not a strict one at that.” Mac picks up a hard roll roast beef, and joins Jaxton at the counter. “Maybe. These are lit, Mr. McPherson,” he says, finishing his first and takes up another. “Call me Mac.” They both savor their sandwiches, eyeing each other. “Where’s Father Lucius?” As if on cue, a rumble of thunder echoes in the distance, which causes Mac to croak a laugh. He points to the stairs. “The good Father is entertaining our young houseboy with card tricks, or something or other.” Jaxton’s eyes keep dropping down to Mr. McPherson’s hanging cock and back up to his large nipple rings. “I’ve thought about getting one of those,” he says, pointing to Mac’s piercing. “You’d look great with one.” “Sic. Only my left though. Is it true two rings means you flip?” Jaxton face is completely neutral. He slides the plate between them and starts working on another lobster roll. “I bet you think I’m an oinker.” “I’m all in when it comes to piggishness. Eat! You could use a pound or two.” He nudges the plate toward Jaxton. “And, yes, I most definitely flip. But I’m surprised you’re caught up in this whole left side, right side thing. That’s very old timey.” Mac reaches over and tweaks his right nipple. Jaxton elbows him away. “I prefer to top, but I’ll flip for the right guy.” He studies Mac’s reaction. Detects none. His brows furrows as he chews. Mac enjoys how seriously the boy takes himself. He’s lucky he gorgeous—stubble on his cleft chin, wispy hint of a mustache on his upper lip, long dark lashes, solemn brow, a slender face, with dazzlingly hazel eyes that turn on a dime: defiant, mischievous, dangerous, wounded, vengeful. What he would do with this boy over time. He could do without haystack of hair, though—but overall a perfectly lithe specimen of young manhood. Spirited, arrogant, entitled, unbroken. “Can I ask you something personal,” Mac says, opening his sandwich and picking off some roast beef. Jaxton looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “Do you and Eddie fuck?” Jaxton appears disappointed with the question. “Oh, that. No. Oral sometimes. Works out for the best.” Mac considers this a second, then takes a piece of the red meat and offers it to Jaxton. The young man doesn’t disappoint when he opens his mouth. Mac slips it in, fingers Jaxton’s bottom lip. Jaxton chews it down lustily. Mac picks off a smaller piece. “Try swallowing this without chewing.” Jaxton opens his maw and gulps it down. Mac emits his shark tooth smile, and slides off his stool. “You were drinking tequila?” He opens a cupboard and pulls out a bottle of Grand Patron. “A margarita,” Jaxton corrects him. His eyes flash as he recognizes the high-end tequila. “It should be illegal, don’t you think, to mix a two-hundred-fifty dollar tequila with corn syrup.” Mac brings out two shot glasses, fills them, and slides one across the counter. Jaxton throws it back as does Mac. Both slams down their glasses on the counter. “Oof!” Jaxton rasps. Mac fills them again. “You trying to get me drunk, Mr. McPherson?” “Do I need to?” They both down their shots and again hit their glasses on the counter. “Dude,” Jaxton rasps. “That is some fine hooch.” Two back-to-back shots and Jaxton feels warmth in his belly. He cracks his first smile since he’s been on the island. Mac sees he’s got a slight gap between his front teeth. He’s completely taken. “You think? Follow me,” says Mac, heading to the dining room. “Bring your glass.” In the dining room Mac takes a fat, unlabeled bottle off the bar cart. It only has a few inches of amber liquid in it. Jaxton notices something dark, maybe sketchy floats on the bottom. Mac pops out the wide cork and pours a shot for himself and refills the boy’s glass. “Mezcal de escorpion. This,” he swirls the bottle, “is muy, muy contraband. I dare you.” Mac sees the boy’s reluctance. “Pussy.” “Let me see that. Don’t pussy me, pops.” Jaxton takes the bottle, tilts it. “That a fuckin’ scorpion!” He’s incredulous. His façade of aloofness complete breaks down. “I make two shots my limit, but you gone and double dog dared me...Mac.” He spits out the man’s name and their eyes lock. He sips it, not taking his eyes off the man. With lips on fire, he’s challenged to down any more, but glaring at Mac he defiantly finishes it off. “Fuck me!” His eyes shine with a fiendish afterglow. “Gah!” he exclaims, violently shaking his head. “Right?” Mac concurs, downing his glass. Jaxton steadies himself with his bare butt on the edge of the dining room table. Mac pour himself one more and attempts to empty the bottle in Jaxton’s glass, but Jaxton puts his hand over it. “No-no-no-no, papi. I can’t.” “Sure you can. You win the prize.” Mac pushes his hand aside and empties the few last drops. There’s a plop. The small, black scorpion falls in his glass. “Dude,” he says with cloudy eyes. “You’re trying to poison me.” “The cartel I work with embalm the scorpion in mescaline. Not to be confused with mezcal. Bottled for a month, it neutralizes the poison and absorbs the narcotic. I promise you’ll get insight into how the universe truly works.” “Cartel, huh?” He suddenly very glad he came. “You’re lucky I’m as fuckin’ crazy as you are. Bring it.” With his two fingers, Mac plucks the scorpion from the glass, and dangles it in front of Jaxton’s mouth. Jaxton haltingly relaxes his jaw, battles second thoughts, and closes it. “Pussy,” Mac says flatly. Jaxton’s eyes blaze aggressively at him. Mac sees briefly the turbulence hidden beneath Jaxton’s cool surface. The tall lad reopens and Mac drops the scorpion in. Jaxton’s suddenly not sure about this, but two fingers go under his chin and Mac seals his mouth around the arachnid. “Now swallow.” Jaxton grimaces, displaying an agonized face. “Swallow. Don’t chew, just swallow.” Mac traces his finger down Jaxton’s throat, gently coaxing him. “You can do it.” His mouth and tongue burning, Jaxton struggles to keep his eyes from tearing wanting to spit the creature out. He fixes his gaze on Mac who’s sternly watching him. He feels the man’s dominance over his own instincts. He’s awestruck. Jaxton wants to submit to him, he desperately wants to please him, to cast himself off into those cruel blue eyes. He gulps the scorpion whole and begins to retch. “Don’t you puke! You keep it the fuck down.” Jaxton breathes rapidly through his nose. His eyes widen, then he collapses backward, sprawling out over the dining room table, his long legs hanging off the edge. He’s in shock at what he’s done and yet feels incredibly triumphant, victorious: more intense then riding the purest wave; his heart beating faster than the swiftest decent down an icy mountain. Mac examines the kid laid out like a human feast. He gives a squeeze to one of his nipples as a test and gets little reaction save a small grunt and a pulse from his dick. He runs his hand over the boy sandy blond bush, then takes his cock in his mouth and slathers his cock with saliva. Jacking the boy till his eight inches is standing at attention only takes a few stokes. Jaxton moans and grinds his hips in delicious revelry on the table. Jaxton’s head’s swimming. His eyes open, staring at a Warhol soup can, but his entire being is focused on his cock deeply engaged by Mac’s masterful technique. He’s being swallowed whole down an undulating, slick throat. One of the man’s hands glides through his pubes, over his abs, up to his tit. It’s pinched and Jaxton grabs it and moves it to his other nipple. Mac pinches that one twice as hard. Jaxton grabs the man’s ears and gently rocks his cock in and out his mouth. It’s a rare man that he can’t make gag. Mac flows with the motion and lets the kid have at his throat unimpeded, his tongue deliciously going along for the ride. Jaxton got his cock down his throat all the way to his pubes. Holding a guy here long enough always bring about a panicked gag reflex, but not this motherfucker. His long tongue even slithers out, tickling the underside of his heavy, prickly blond balls. It’s the softest, most thorough blow job of Jaxton’s life. And Jaxton’s going to enjoy skull fucking the man as long as he can. Mac lets him enjoy believing he’s the one in charge, skullfucking him by his ears. He can feel the increase of rhythm and the elevated breathing that’s a definite tell the boy’s about to blow. He releasesf his cock much to Jaxton’s disappointment. But he quickly jumps up on his dining room table and set his knees next to the kid’s ribs, feels for his hard meat and sticks it in his sloppy ass. It’s in before Jaxton has had time to mourn the loss of such expert fellatio. Mac slides his muscled ass back and forth adding an occasional gyration for spice. Jaxton’s aware what a good bottom the older man is, aware of how expertly he’s being milked. He’s on his back with a stud of a daddy taking proper care of his boy’s big bone. It’s a boy-daddy ‘ship he could get into. Up, down, round and round his long cock is stirred; stroked, pulled, slathered and slurped by a power bottom that knows exactly how to pleasure his cock in the way he’s entitled to be indulged. He grabs the man’s big swinging dick, one he’d love to get his lips around but he doesn’t have the dexterity. He settles for stroking it one hand and with his other hand gliding over the man’s muscular rock-hard ass, his six-pack abs, and his expansive chest pulling on those awesome door knockers. Visually and sensually he’s close to shooting, but again Mac frustrates him by climbing off before he can nut. “I’d say we’re ready for our next course,” Mac says. He climbs off the dining table and pulls a very drunk and slightly tripping Jaxton back toward his playroom. As they travel through the hallway, Jaxton feels the scorpion’s narcotic begin to wash over him in increasingly intense waves. They surprise Eddie swaying in the back door from the pool. Eddie and Jaxton happily recognize each other, both are happy drunks. Both rest their foreheads together in a gesture of familiar greeting. “You having a good time, kid?” Eddie asks him. “The best, Eddie.” Mac steers Eddie toward the stairs. “Eddie, go get your nose candy and summon Shaggy and Scooby to the playroom?” Eddie beams, elated, giggling in a sing-song to himself: Shaggy and Scooby, Shaggy and Scooby. He staggers upstairs for his stash that will get him through the night and into Tommy’s hot little ass. Mac puts his hand on Jaxton's shoulder so primed to perfection, so ready to be broken in. He observes Jaxton staring up at the light fixture. He’s waving his hand back and forth, observing sparks flying off his fingers, blurred trails following behind. "Come boy.” He guides Jaxton to the door. “This is when the fun begins."

Had a random night free last night and decided to go to ESC to take some random cock and cum. It was a very light night and the handful of guys there seemed to be waiting for their dream guy or they were bottoms as well. I did end up riding an older daddy’s cock before he decided to leave. And before I gave up for the night, a tall former frat bro looking guy circled my room. He was a little hesitant, asking if I was “clean” and I informed him I was on PrEP and that I tested in the past two months. Convinced, he stepped in my room saying ok, he’d fuck me. He wanted me to eat his ass first and then decided he wanted me to fuck him first. He at first asked if I had a condom, but then didn’t push the issue when I rubbed my raw cock against his hole. While he was tight, he’s obviously taken cock before. It didn’t take me long before I stealthed inside him, but I continued to fuck him and my cum deep inside him. As I started to soften, I pulled out and feigned that I was cumming. With his bussy pounded, he was ready to return the favor. Unfortunately he grabbed a condom and started to roll it on his cock. He seemed to think about it and asked me again if I was clean. I reiterated and told him he can fuck me raw and cum inside. That was enough for him. I got on all fours, took a deep hit of poppers and felt him enter me to the balls. Fuck, it hurt, but I was in desperate need for a thorough fucking and he didn’t disappoint. His fucking style reminded me of all the frat bro types that used to fuck me in college when their girlfriends were away. His cock thrust into me hard, quick and rough. Until his balls tightened up and he shot his load deep in my hole, while I came again, a satisfied cum dump. He pulled out, while I recovered and then he grabbed his towel and took off. My hole is still sore from last night, but sometimes that’s the price you pay to earn a load of cum inside you.

I am pretty sure I know when I was pozzed and by who. I was at the baths the last Friday of November last year. This was the only time I have played between testing neg in October and poz at the end of January. I saw a guy with a scorpion tattoo while walking around. At little later I went into one of the dark rooms and laid out on one of the fuck benches. I took three loads. I got up and followed the third guy out. In the light I saw it was the guy with the scorpion tattoo. I didn’t know for sure I was pozzed until my last test. Since I found out that I was poz, I have replayed what happened in my head several times. About a minute after the second guy pulled out I felt a hand on my ass and then felt his cock push in. All he said is he loved a sloppy hole. He fucked really good. I new he was getting close because his strokes shortened and he speed up. Then he push deep in a moaned. After a few follow up thrusts he pulled out and we both got up. The event itself was no different than any other fuck. In my mind now I replay the last few seconds of being neg. I wish I would have known before it was him as it would have made the moment even more intense.

A while back, like prolly 6 years or so ago and before i started partying myself 4 yrs ago. I went to my neighbors apt just a few streets north of me to have a group fuck . ( again this wAs all before i started partying and they were ) a while afer i had been there a few new ppl showed up and one was going to be the btm of the group. It was dawson. And as btm vers at the time i was more than willing just to fool around naked with the guys . as the group gets going, sucking , fucking , kissing.etc. I get a tap on my shoulder and Dawson ( mid fuck of course) tells me in my ear, “hey sorry to interrupt the fuck briefly but can i tell you , you have a fantastic ass! I know this is a weird question but could i fuck it sometime? “ yes, i was stunned and stammering and was like yeah sure, id love to have that . We traded numbers and i had to get going . a week or two later after chattinf back and forth briefly in mssgs we set up a time after i got home from work during the week . He came over offered some T which i didnt do at the time (but fuck how i wish i was) we ended up but raw flip fucking and breeding each other .

This doesn't really fit anywhere but it is porn (technically). Which guy are you? I'm 1 or 6

In case you were wondering why all the videos you uploaded to [insert big tube site here] were deleted, here's what happened… The History Behind What's Going On Going back a ways, there are groups who are dedicated to getting rid of porn on the Internet (or at least as getting rid of as much of the porn as possible). Exodus Cry is one of the main groups trying to get rid of porn. A couple years ago they did a campaign to get state legislatures to declare porn a "public health crisis". A few states signed on, but overall it wasn't terribly successful. So now they've changed strategies and they took aim at PornHub saying that PornHub was being used to traffic underage girls. There was an article here and there with those claims but it didn't get traction. Then they got Pulitzer prize-winning journalist Nicholas Kristof at the NY Times to write an article on it. Apparently they spoon fed him information and he didn't really check the general validity of the claims before publishing his article. (Read more about it here.) But once that article was out things started happening. The other piece of background that you should know is that PornHub is owned by a company called MindGeek. Today MindGeek is an an enormous company, but it has a very shady past. It started as Manwin back when tube sites were just coming out as a thing. Manwin operated out of countries that had no extradition treaties and they encouraged/enabled people to upload videos they didn't have rights to. So their tube sites were filled with illegal content (illegal for copyright infringement mostly). Those tube sites decimated the porn industry. Suddenly people didn't have to pay. Lots of producers went out of business. People like me who sent traffic to sites run by producers went out of business. Anyway, their business was so illegal that the owners would get indicted and around that time the business would be sold to someone else. They they would get indicted and the business would be sold again. Some of the owners later went to prison, others are still on the run or out of reach of the law. Anyway, about the 3rd or 4th time that happened the company was sold and renamed MindGeek. The owners of MindGeek decided to clean up their image. So they hired an army of lawyers and stayed (just barely in some cases) on the right side of the law. Anyway, Manwin had bought up a lot of the big tube sites that they didn't already own. And MindGeek continued buying. Last I knew they owned 5 of the 8 top tube sites. Then as the producers who were having problems and were going out of business because of all the illegal content on MindGeek's tube sites started going out of business, MindGeek started buying them up. The producers were in a constant battle to get illegal copies of their videos off the tube sites, but once the same content was owned by MindGeek all that illegal content magically disappeared giving MindGeek a huge advantage – they didn't have to fight the big tube sites, because they were the big tube sites. These days MindGeek owns most of straight porn, and some really big names in gay porn. Men.com, Sean Cody, Reality Dudes – they all belong to MindGeek (and many many more). The other thing to know is that there's what's legal, and then there's what MasterCard and Visa (and their shareholders) want to be associated with. The Visa/MC standard is stricter than what's "legal". By having a "premium membership" for PornHub, MindGeek was agreeing to be held to the higher Visa/MC standard. The problem was that when customers bought a PornHub Premium membership it allowed them ad-free access to PornHub. PornHubPremium.com is a "clean" site – MindGeek has vetted every person and company that's uploaded to the premium site. And those people are contractually obligated to have signed model releases and age verification documentation on file. But none of that is the case for PornHub.com – MindGeek has no clue who's behind the random email address the person provided. Yes, their terms of service probably say the person has to own (or have a license for) the video and everyone has to be 18+, but given that they don't really know who the uploader is, there's no way to enforce any of that. Because the premium membership included benefits on the non-premium site, what was going on on PornHub.com became Visa and MasterCard's business. If that hadn't been the case then it might have all blown over since the premium site was clean. What's Happened In The Past Couple Weeks The shit started hitting the fan when Kristof's article appeared in the NY Times. That got MasterCard and Visa to start investigations. Within a few days MasterCard terminated their relationship with PornHub, and Visa followed suit later the same day. Because of those investigations MindGeek is in crisis mode – they need the money they get from credit cards. Visa and MasterCard are continuing their investigations and they're looking at more than PornHub – they're looking at everything MindGeek owns. If Visa/MC isn't happy MindGeek could lose credit card processing for all their sites – including their paysites (Men.com, Sean Cody, Reality Dudes, etc.) MindGeek has been working hard the last few years to change their image. They're now so large and have so much legal content that they don't need the illegal content that made them into a huge company. And that illegal content is what got them in trouble with Visa/Mastercard. Unfortunately they can't tell the difference between your personal video (that's legal), and the illegal video that someone else uploaded, so they just deleted everything that wasn't uploaded by someone who they've vetted. And because they had put all their tube sites under the umbrella of the "PornHub Network", this is also affecting PornMD, RedTube, XTube and YouPorn. Oh, and GayTube got shut down completely! All in all they deleted just under 80% of the videos on their sites(!!) It was a massive purge. Final Thoughts – Putting Things In Context 1) For starters this all started because some people said that there was Child Sexual Abuse Material (CSAM) on PornHub. And yes, mixed in among the millions of videos they had on their sites, there was a little bit of it. BUT we need to put that into context. The Internet Watch Foundation has documented the following number of cases on the various big internet platforms… Facebook – 84.1 million cases of CSAM Instagram – 4.45 million cases of CSAM Twitter – 1.47 million cases of CSAM PornHub – 118 cases of CSAM In other words, the "big tech" social media platforms have a MUCH MUCH bigger problem with child porn than PornHub. But Exodus Cry didn't go after those platforms, they went after PornHub, because none of this is actually about child porn. Child porn is just the pretext to go after porn in general. The problem was the publicity got Visa/MC to re-examine the other (non-CSAM) illegal content on PornHub's sites (e.g. pirated porn). Once they were under a microscope for one thing, everything had to be cleaned up. 2) Another takeaway is that this wasn't about you. It wasn't about PornHub not liking a particular fetish, or whatever. This is about the commercialization of formerly free tube sites by a large corporation and what happens when you start using Visa/MC to sell memberships (or products) on your site. This is about Visa and MasterCard's rules. 3) Another thing to remember is that, while this may be painful for a time, ultimately it's really good that PornHub deleted all those videos. The big tube sites decimated the porn business. Lots of producers went out of business, and most of the people like me who got commissions by promoting sales on legal porn sites just went out of business and disappeared completely. 10 years ago there were three gay webmaster forum sites that were all really active with discussion. Today there's one and it's lucky if it gets 1 or 2 people posting comments in a day. By deleting all those videos the playing field is considerably more level. So it sucks that your videos are gone, but ultimately this means a better, healthier porn industry.

Pouring Jack’s Seed into My Boy Chapter 1 of 4. I knew Jack from around the bars. He’d been quite the beauty in his twinky days, but that was years ago. Lately, he’d embraced his bearish daddy looks and sported a buzzcut and beard. He looked so good poured into tight jeans that showed off his impressive bulge very nicely. His shoulders and chest were covered with a dusting of salt and pepper fur that peeked out of a tight tank top. A few weeks ago, we chatted each other up at the bar while I was waiting for my boy to finish at the gym and meet me there. Jack told me that he was single these days and that he’d been super horny lately. He confided that he’d recently converted and was starting meds, but his viral load was nowhere near undetectable. I asked if he was playing safely these days and he grinned saying, ‘I’m happy to start with a condom,’ and pulled one out of his back pocket. Jack asked about my boy, and I took out my phone to show a few pics of him. I accidentally flashed him a steamy pic of my boy on his knees with his ass up. He looked so sexy after fucking and filling him up, I had grabbed my phone and snapped a naughty pic. I was mortified but Jack just grinned. He told me he loved leaving boys like that, opened up, freshly fucked and leaking. I thought about what Jack had said and felt myself getting hard. I had to take a piss and headed to the bathroom. A few seconds later, Jack followed me in and stood at the trough right next to me. He unzipped his tight jeans and hefted out a massive cock. It was long and thick. I was mid-piss but started getting harder at the mere sight of his POZ manhood. I couldn’t continue pissing into the trough as my erection grew. Jack raised his eyebrows and asked me, ‘You like what you see?’ I could only nod, my mouth suddenly gone dry. ‘You ever think of sharing your boy with a hung POZ daddy?’ I couldn’t help but nod again. Jack reached out and grabbed my hand, bringing it to the base of his impressive cock. He kept grinning at me. ‘Next time you grab my dick, I want you to guide it into your boy’s hole. Sound like a plan?’ How could I not nod again. Jack continued, ‘The first time I fuck your boy, you’ll put my cock in him.’ I nodded. ‘The first time I get my seed in your boy, you’ll pour it into him.’ I nodded again. Jack left me in peace to collect myself and finally finish pissing into that trough. I was so hard I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish until I’d cum, so I stood there jerking off. For like five minutes, I wanked with images of Jack’s huge cock sinking into my boy’s raw hole. I shot my load into the ice at the bottom of the trough and was only then was able to empty my bladder. I shook my cummy cock dry and tucked myself back into my jeans and headed back to the bar. To be continued…

I was in Madrid last week and after a night out with mates I slipped off to Attack bar. Super charged atmosphere by the time I arrived just after midnight. Went down to the basement where most of the action was going on. A bear from California got down and sucked my cock deep and then turned round. His ass was wet with lube or cum (not sure) so I slid my hard cock deep inside and fucked him doggy. I was so turned on fucking him with everyone watching and fucking and sucking that I couldn't hold my 5 day load. I shuddered and shot a big load deep inside and carried on fucking and pushing my cum deeper until my balls hit his ass. I slid out once my dick was soft and then wandered around the bar, upstairs and downstairs, beer in hand. I ended up in another smaller room which got crowded quickly as there was this hot guy offering his cock for sucking. A guy from Berlin sitting next to me started to show his ass and I inserted my finger, then two more fingers and soon my whole fist was inside his ass. Felt amazing watching him squirm while I fisted him with my right hand and played with this balls and cock with my left. I fisted him for ages. Turned me on so much I was rock hard in no time. California guy came in then and offered us his well-lubed ass. Berlin guy fucked him hard first while I watched his cock slide into Cali guy's ass, then I took over and fucked him doggy even harder than before. This time I didn't cum so fast but when I did I edged for ages and then shot what felt like a pint of hot cum deep inside his ass and I bent over and kissed his neck. A fantastic end to an amazing night at Attack. My balls felt sore and empty as I left the place at 2am. I want to fist Berlin guy again.... loved it!

First met this guy from Craigslist - some 4 years ago looking for anon fucking. He got a rock hard 8" and always shoots big loads. Back then, he insisted on condoms but now he loves to breed me as eh went on prep. Takes him 20 minutes to pop over and all I need to do is text him "breed?". Never saw his face and only know his cock and how he hits my prostate when fucking. Heaven! As I am writing this he just left and I got his big load deep inside me. Need more regulars like him!

Same here. I've been with some amazing tops with all sized cocks, but I've had some terrible tops with huge cocks. It sucks when a guy with a big beautiful dick doesn't know how to use it and just shoves it in. One time I hooked up with a hung top who put it all the way in, then smashed his pelvis hard against my ass cheeks and gyrated for a minute. He never actually thrusted. He just ground his hips around, then he came and it was over. The next time he came by, I climbed on and rode his dick and it was much, much better.

ASSMUNCH ********************* When you get booted, it happens fast. It’s intended to be overwhelming so that you don’t have time to think because they’ve already decided you’re leaving. Oh, they play their games with the questions, instilling fear in you with threats of court martial if it’s that serious. They ask the questions, you answer. They lay out the worst case scenario if you choose to play it out, and everything is painted in terms of damning evidence no matter how flimsy. It didn’t matter anyway because no 19 year old has any idea what qualifies as admissible evidence and it’s all damning. And they know that. They know you don’t know any better and they use your ignorance against you. Add to that they’ve trained you to recognize the Army has total control over you. It’s not even subconscious, it’s right there in the front of your brain, every day. You don’t fight Command because you lose every time. But you’re scared. So fucking scared. You can’t think straight. Standing in front of your First Sergeant you have no power, no control and you feel your life slipping away. You want to throw up and feel like you’re going to lose control of your bladder and bowels. You’re told you could spend years in military prison. Almost none of what they hit you with is true or at least so unquestionable it can’t be argued. It’s pure Interrogation Manual tactics. But more experienced minds would instantly recognize if they lobbed a slow pitch like a less than honorable it meant they were hoping to get you to take yourself out because putting you through the grinder of a tribunal or trial had little chance of success. And the sickest, most twisted part of it is that you end up feeling just a little grateful that they’re being kind enough to give you a way out that doesn’t mean being dragged in front of a tribunal, your shame publicized, and you get to stay out of prison. All you have to do is admit you broke the military code of conduct or the UCMJ. When you have time in the long regret of life beyond your destroyed dreams you might think through it all with a clear head and realize the game they played. Maybe it would occur to you that they didn’t want the mess and negative publicity that formal discharge fight would entail. And you might follow the logic to the conclusion that if these old guard career military had anything near a slam dunk case you’d never get an offer of bowing out gracefully. The Army loved to make public examples of bad conduct. So, your older clearer mind would ponder, why would they work so hard to avoid making an example of you? Discharges happened for all sorts of reasons and routine ones happened weekly because the Army doesn’t tolerate fuck-ups. All that was going through my head when Sarge called me off the rifle range and told me to report to Top. We were in the middle of rifle qualification, and a summons by the First Sergeant was nothing less than dead serious, especially if it interrupts training. It was either because of the meet ups with Sleeper, or the stunt I pulled out in the field. If that fucker Puta ran his mouth I was going to make him eat through a straw for the next six months. Sarge was blank faced, I couldn’t read any clue from him and when I asked his reply was short. “First Sergeant’s orders. Don’t make him wait, Private.” So there I sat outside Top’s office trying not to lose my mind. I was going through explanations for my actions in an attempt to be prepared, but I had trouble focusing. Every worst case scenario kept interfering. Was this another tactic - interrupt my qualifications course, have me rush here, then make me stew until I was ready to break? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! “The First Sergeant is ready for you, Private. Go in.” His clerk jolted me back to reality. I knocked on the door and heard ‘Enter.’ from inside. I really tried to walk through the door with confidence but part of me knew I was anything but that. “Close the door Private.” I immediately did, then assumed attention. “First Sergeant.” I addressed him. “At ease, Brickmann.” The First Sergeant looked tired. He was maybe in his early 40’s, somewhere around my dad’s age. Still in pretty good shape, but I guess they don’t pick the fat ones to run the show, that might look bad. “Son, there’s no good or easy way to say this. Your father has died. Your mother is expecting your call. Use my phone. Nolan will put you through, just tell him the number.” He got up from his chair and motioned me to sit down. I didn’t move. What? That can’t be right. I just talked to him three days ago, Sunday. We talked about the playoffs and the upcoming college bowl games. He twisted his back playing golf, but was fine. He was going to take mom to some fancy restaurant and a play for her birthday next month. Just normal dad stuff. “Top, that’s not funny. Why am I here? Am I in trouble?” That made more sense. If this was another sick and stupid tactic to throw me off, they were about to meet one super pissed off Private. They could fuck ALL the way off with that bullshit. “Son, just-“ “DON’T CALL ME… “ I shut it down. Control. Stay in control, I told myself. “What is this about, First Sergeant? The truth…. please.” Top looked even more tired. “Call your mother. I’ll make it an order if I have to.” I moved around him to his chair and picked up the phone. I watched Top leave, closing the door behind him. I told SSgt. Nolan my home phone number, and heard my mom pick up. It was mid morning back home in Texas and I was glad that I wouldn’t be waking her up. “Mom? What’s going on?” I tried to sound calm, but my voice was shaking. “Tom, sweetheart your father died last night. I’m so sorry I have to tell you like this.” She sounded strangely composed. “How?” was all I could manage to get out. “He woke up about three, went to the bathroom, then came back asking where the heartburn medicine was. Then he couldn’t get back to sleep, so I made him a grilled cheese. You know he loves those. Then he sat in his chair and told me he married a good woman. He fell asleep in his chair, and when I went to put a blanket on him, he wasn’t breathing. The ambulance people said it might have been a heart attack from the sound of the symptoms.” I sat there stunned. How could he die like that, so fast? He wasn’t old. He was the strongest man I knew, he could handle anything. He couldn’t be gone. I imagined him sitting in his chair the last time I was home, we were watching ESPN talking about pre-season baseball and the Pittsburg Pirates. I imagined the smell of mom’s grilled cheese, also one of my favorites. I thought about the beer dad let me drink that trip, because he said I was a man now after graduating Basic. Even though he knew I’d had beer before, but this was my first beer with my dad, and yeah, that made me feel like a man for the first time too. “Tom? Are you okay?” Mom pulled me back from my thoughts. “Sweetheart, talk to me.” I reasserted control, clamped down on my crumbling heart and the tears I felt filling my eyes. This was not the time for that. My mom had to be hurting and I could push my own emotional storm down to do whatever I could to help her through this. I put the raging debris of my own feelings in a box and shoved it behind a door in my mind. This pain would not master me. “I’m okay, mom. Are you doing okay?” I answered her with a confidence that was entirely faked. The last thing she needed was to worry about me. She didn’t answer right away. Knowing her, she was probably trying to decide whether to believe me. Apparently she chose to let me lie to her. “I’m fine.” I heard her sigh. “There’s a lot to do, but I have time. I’m supposed to meet with your father’s commander today. He said they’ll do whatever they can to deal with the arrangements and paperwork. I don’t know what he’ll be able to do, but he’s going to talk with your commander and get you home for the funeral.” “When? Mom, I don’t know what happens if I don’t complete training. I’m too close to finishing.” God, if I had to choose, the Army was going to kiss my ass. Would they do that to me? Probably, the Army didn’t give a crap about our personal feelings. I slammed the panicked thought into the steel wall of my determination. Let them try. I welcomed the opportunity to prove they couldn’t force me to make an impossible choice. “I don’t know either, sweetheart. Talk to your First Sergeant. Call me this weekend, when you have time. We’ll both know more. Timmy wants to talk to you. I love you sweetheart.” My younger brother’s voice came over the phone. “Tom?” He sounded sad. “Yeah, little bro? You doing okay, bud?” Fuck, this was hard being half a world away. I should be there, hugging them both. My brother was only 16, he shouldn’t have to handle this shit without his big brother. This was a triple kick in the gut and the tears threatened to unman me again. There was an empty space left behind by my dad and I was SUPPOSED to fill it for my family, but I wasn’t there when they needed me. The unfairness and powerlessness made me angry. I couldn’t let it leak out where Tim could hear so I did what I had become far too comfortable with, I locked the anger away. I wasn’t important. My feelings didn’t matter. Tim needed me to be strong and I would help him be strong because we were TNT, TomAndTim… the dynamite Brickmann Bros. “Dad died, Tom. I don’t know how I am.” The lost sound in his words broke my fucking heart. “They took him away in the ambulance and he’s not here anymore and he should be here.” ‘I’m sorry I’m not there either, Tim’ I thought to myself. “Yeah, bud, I know. It sucks so bad. But you know mom needs you. I’m coming home, but I don’t know when they’ll get me there. So you gotta be the man, okay? Can you do that for me bud?” I heard him sniff and knew he was crying. That made me want to cry too. “I guess I can.” Tim said. “Mom said I don’t have to go to school, but I don’t want to be here. I don’t know if I want to go to school either. I don’t know, Tom. I don’t know where to go! What am I supposed to do?” The threat of losing control stampeded inside my chest at hearing my sweet brother falling apart and having no idea how to handle something no kid should have to endure. But I could help him at least this much. “You stick with mom today, buddy. She’s got a lot of calls to make, she’s going to the base, and probably more errands. Just hang out with her, and listen, to everything. I need you to tell me what you see and hear, and if mom loses it you call me here, I’ll make sure you have a number where you can get a message to me. We have to make sure mom’s okay. That’s all you have to do today, and tomorrow. Got it bro?” “Okay, Tom. Can you come home soon?” He said in a quiet voice. “As soon as the Army will let me. I love you, buddy. Can’t wait to see you and give you a huge hug.” “I love you too. Bye.” I stayed on the phone, wondering if mom was going to come back on, but it just clicked to silence. I hung up and went to the door. Outside, Top was standing next to SSGT Nolan at his desk, talking with him. They both looked over when they heard the sound of the door opening. “Everything okay, Private?” Top asked. “Yes. Everything’s fine.” I know it came out cold and emotionless, but I had no room in me for entertaining empty sympathies. “Could you make sure my family has a way to get a message to me any time they need to, even after duty hours?” “Already done, Private. SSGT Nolan is going to make the arrangements for you to get home for the funeral. Let’s talk in my office.” I got six days leave, two of which were for travel. They were flying me civilian there, through Frankfurt, then Atlanta, then Austin. They didn’t have a date for the funeral yet, so couldn’t get me on a hop to the States. But I would be on a military hop on the way back out of Ft. Hood because there would be plenty of lead time and there were already scheduled flights on the books for equipment and personnel transfer. Dad’s Commander said dad was eligible to be buried at Arlington. He was a Vietnam Vet, and died as an active duty soldier. But mom didn’t want him to be buried that far away from home. It was an immense honor that didn’t feel right for dad, or our family. There was a VA Cemetery in Killeen, Texas and the VA helped mom with all the arrangements, which was a godsend both financially and personally. Dad would like that. Sarge said all our training modules would be 98% complete by the time of my leave, and I could take my last test early or when I got back. The relief that brought freed me to focus on my training and thoughts of my family. I decided not to wait to try for Ranger School and told Sleeper, who then convinced Zeus to make his request with us. We filled out our paperwork in the Lieutenant’s office. Now it was up to the Army to decide if we had what they wanted for the Rangers after completing AIT. It seemed more important now that I didn’t take my time moving forward with my career in the Army. Yeah, dad had cautioned me to wait, to get more experience serving before making that choice, but I couldn’t shake the need to determine the important course of my career NOW. Why should I wait? Delaying held an emptiness, a void that demanded to be filled as if having too many possibilities diluted all potential. Dad had died, which painted everything in colors of finality - my completion of AIT, the probable separation of my Platoon as we got PCS’d to different duty stations in new locations, turning 20 and leaving behind the title of teenager. So why shouldn’t I clean the whole slate, leaving the Infantry behind? That the word Infantry spelled out ‘Infant try’ seemed like a sign to me. I could not accept being led anymore, my path was my own to determine. I was no longer a child who could rely on my dad to guide me. Necessity demanded a choice as it always does and I felt the weight of the waiting decision smothering me with its constant presence. I could not reason it away. Foolishly I held myself apart from my brothers who meant well but had no comparable experience with which to empathize. Their sympathies felt obligatory which on some level I knew was unfair to them. “Sorry about your dad, bro.” Empty words. They could never pull me from where I tumbled in the back flow undercurrent of the seething rapids that my thoughts and feelings had become. They still traveled on the surface down the river, while I existed trapped by this vortex. I moved through the next week and a half with a machined efficiency, using tasks and classes to get me through each day. I called home collect every night before bed check just to let mom and Tim know I was there in spirit and to hear how things were going. I had to travel by train to Frankfurt for my flight. I should have enjoyed the sights of the countryside but I let my mind get lost, retreating to that place where there was no ‘me’. I left my body on automatic, my brain knew what to do. I had to change trains once, but travel by train in Europe was easy I found. At the airport there was a USO volunteer waiting for me in front of the ticket counter. I didn’t need a babysitter and the unjustified anger that flared up inside me brought me to my senses before I lashed out. It was unlike me to get angry. I wanted to hit something, or someone. I shoved it behind another steel door in my mind without looking at the feeling too closely. I hadn’t brought much with me because I had civilian clothes at home that would still fit so I didn’t need to check a bag. I brought my Class A’s for the funeral and a couple other things, which fit easily into a medium sized army issue backpack. He already had my tickets printed out and explained my layover in Atlanta and how to find my flight to Austin. I regretted the anger I’d felt. It was actually helpful that he’d done all the footwork for me. I suppose that was his job, but I still felt grateful that it would allow me to avoid reality for just a while longer. I ignored his approving eyes as I felt him checking me out while we walked to my gate. He could tell I wasn’t in a talkative mood and stayed silent, for which I was relieved. As we passed a bar, I told him I wanted a beer. In the States the drinking age was now 21, but here in Germany any 16 year old could drink beer, and liquor at 18. My gate was not far, and Phillip responded with a polite no thank you when I offered to buy him one too. He was working, which I understood. I wanted to be alone anyway. I said goodbye to Phillip, and thanked him for his help. He told me to contact the USO office here at the airport if something happened with my flight, and I had a momentary panic that there was the possibility I couldn’t get home. “Just in case, Private. Nothing will go wrong.” He said when he saw my panicked face. I didn’t correct him about calling me Private when I was out of uniform. He had to know better. I think he was agreeing to the distance I demanded with my quietness. I had three hours before my flight. I ordered a beer and sat at the bar. Before I was almost done with my first, I felt someone take the seat beside me. “Flying home, soldier?” The rough American voice said. I turned to look. A man in his low 30’s sat there, his hair cut to regulation, but even if it hadn’t marked him as military his bearing would. He was ruggedly handsome, a seriousness hung in the air around him that spoke of deadly competence and unworried confidence. Before I could answer, he told the bartender to get me another, and one for him. “Yeah. Family business.” I responded. I neglected to thank him for the beer. “Ah. A funeral then. Who?” No empty words of sympathy. No attempts to soothe my pain. I found myself grateful for the casual directness. He seemed to know that assumed familiarity would bring bitterness. Maybe he’d been in my shoes, it sure seemed like it. “My dad.” He raised his glass to offer a toast. “To your dad. And fuck the bullshit of losing them young.” The perfection of his words brought my own glass up to join his without thought, the ease of the natural conclusion did more to calm the turbulence inside me than all the sympathy in the world could do. I really looked at him this time. He wore civvies, a long sleeved grey plaid flannel over a thermal undershirt, the sleeves rolled up over thick forearms that had a sprinkling of dark brown hair. Faded jeans which gripped his sturdy thighs above brown suede hiking boots. His brown eyes possessed a hardened severity that spoke of his own memories of death, locked immobile in an unblinking stare ahead. He allowed a couple minutes of silence while we sipped our beers. It felt right, this shared pain. “I’ll listen if you want, but that’s not what you need, is it?” It was gruff, but kind. Again he saw me exactly where I was. No, I didn’t need a shoulder to cry on, least of all from a stranger. So we talked with few words over the next two hours, and he told me he he was with the 75th, a Ranger. I told him I’d made my request and hoped to go to Ranger School. We spoke of many things, none of them about my dad. There were frequent stretches of silence, and it was comfortable. I realized he knew. He knew that it was not his place to hear those intimate details, and that sharing them would not help me. He wasn’t trying to distract me. We were simply being… being there, together. At some point I realized our arms touched as we leaned them on the bar while we talked. I came to notice we sipped our beers with our other hands so that the contact would remain. I felt his strength, wanting to siphon it from him, maybe borrow it for what was ahead. I focused my eyes on his hand, relaxed so close to mine. Rough and capable with scars that decorated his knuckles, his middle finger slightly misaligned as if from an injury that hadn’t healed right. His skin was closer to a working worn than an unused softness. Busy hands familiar with facility and struggle. Before we’d finished our third beer, he said “let’s go”. I brought my glass up to drink the last of mine, and he stopped me with a hand on my wrist. “Leave it. For them.” His hard stare allowed no argument. It said this was the way of men, of homage and respect and keeping their memory. Those of us left behind could not forget, the fallen deserved no less. And in that moment the loss of my father seemed graciously less than the loss he’d endured. Suddenly, the full mug that had sat untouched beside his the entire time hit me. Hard. “There it is.” He said softly. He wrapped his heavy arm around my neck and pressed his face to the short new hair growth on my head as silent tears fell from my eyes. I leaned into his soft grey flannel, his solidness an anchor. I didn’t cry or sob. It wasn’t self pity or useless indulgence flowing from my eyes. The sudden knowledge of irreversible change and being forced to move forward when the unfulfilled will exist beside you always and pushes at your soul. My tears were recognition of what was rather than what wasn’t: the pain I had to carry with honor. It was the first thaw of a frozen river, quiet but gently inevitable as rivulets descended over my cheeks to drip from my jaw. His warm nearness coupled with the heat of his breathing against my skull melted the frigid world inside me. His lips were soft against my ear. It was intimate not invasive. I don’t know how long we sat like that, it felt both too long and not long enough, but he didn’t move until I returned from the emptiness. “Thank you.” I mumbled, feeling slightly ashamed, righting myself. “No shame.” Again he allowed no argument. “If you join us, you’ll be my brother. We’re the only ones who understand. There is no shame, not with us.” He gave me a solid pat on the back. “Let’s go, we’re boarding.” He and three of his brothers were on my flight, and because the plane wasn’t full, after takeoff they moved to sit in empty seats around me. I felt like they were protecting me. No… not that. They were letting me rest on their strength, to show me how strength was shared and your brothers carried the weight when you couldn’t. They shared their laughter and some tales of their adventures, avoiding anything serious. I slept some, as did they, but it seemed like there was always at least one of them keeping an eye on me. I realized I had been wrong to keep myself apart from my brothers in the Bravos, most especially Sleeper, but also Zeus the only one who hadn’t tried to fill my emptiness with platitudes. We said goodbye after landing in Atlanta. They were headed to Washington. They each hugged me tight, said “see ya around, little bro.” which felt really good. The funeral was somber, with a dignity I think I only understood after the Rangers had taken me under their wing. There was an honor guard, and I and my brother Tim helped carry the casket, positioned in the middle. Some of Dad’s friends had come. Mom was presented with the flag and she cried. I handed her one of Dad’s handkerchiefs I’d taken from his drawer, instead of the Kleenex she pulled from her purse, the simple act of which made her cry more, but that was okay. I was surprisingly fine, having found my peace. It was sad, and so unnecessary, but it couldn’t be undone. The closest ones, family and lifelong friends, gathered at the house after. Most everyone arrived together, but the door was left open for people to come and go. I was talking with two of Dad’s buddies from Vietnam, they’d kept in touch after they’d left the Army in ‘73. Our house was full, so when I caught a flash of straight blonde hair beside dark hair, I froze. I excused myself from the men I was talking with, and wove through the people. Grandma stopped me to ask how I was doing for the tenth time since I’d been home. I assured her I was okay, asked her if she needed anything, to which she replied “that’s my job young man. You don’t worry about that.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You’re the boss.” I replied with a chuckle. “I bet Grandpa loves that.” Her grin was just a bit improper. “He does, dear. Often.” I about choked. “Why Grandma, I’m shocked!” “No you’re not.” She sipped her wine giving me a knowing look. “I think I saw your pretty blonde girl come in a few minutes ago, shameless boy. Maybe you should find her.” I was NOT ready for my Grandmother to know about Carol and my sexual history, but I guess mom and dad knew more than I thought they did if passing it on to my Grandparents made it family knowledge. “I’m going to avoid the embarrassment and take your advice. I love you Grandma.” I kissed her again and continued searching. I found them talking with my mom, obviously offering proper respects. I was not prepared for the sight of them and how I reverted to high school Tom. Some of the feelings surfaced, but I refused to acknowledge them. They hadn’t seen me and were faced away, which meant my mom noticed me first from between their shoulders. She stopped talking and they turned to see what had caught her attention. God, he looked the same, except for the dark suit he wore that only made him look stronger and more powerful than I remembered. But there was something more to him, something more real. He had a presence that was undeniable with its ephemeral weight. His almost black hair was braided back cleanly in two thick braids to either side of the crown of his head, joining at the back above the loose cascade that fell to his shoulders. His straight remarkably defined jaw accented his handsome face like it always had. He gazed at me unflinchingly, direct and deep. His eyes were not soft grey flannel, they were the color of a promised storm. And I felt him pull me in. I resisted with the strength I borrowed, the pain I’d endured and the resolute steel I’d forged with the molten memories I had to burn with the pieces of my soul he’d left me. It was a bloody battle we fought there in the midst of my oblivious guests. His determination assaulted my carefully built fortress. I felt the gates begin to fail. “Kevin, don’t. Please.” I begged. It was all I had left. “No Tom.” He dismissed me. “I know why you won’t answer my letters. I understand why you think you needed to do everything you did. But what you’re too stubborn to admit is that it wasn’t necessary.” It was almost angry how he said it. Retreat is wise in the face of overwhelming odds. But I was trapped by obligation and had nowhere to go, and couldn’t even disappear to the place where I didn’t exist because I couldn’t trust my automatic brain not to fall into his arms and surrender me to him like it had always done. “Kevin, maybe we should do this later.” Carol said softly, putting her hand on Kevin’s arm. I still couldn’t break his gaze, he was a weakness for me. But his eyes became lighter, the softness returned. That only made it harder to resist him, but they released me, finally. “Thank you both for coming.” I struggled for something neutral. “But aren’t you missing classes?” That sounded dumb, even to me. I didn’t know how college worked. “It’s winter break. We don’t start again until next week.” Carol explained. “Oh, I didn’t know that.” I stumbled in the words. “Can you… would you tell me what it’s like? How is college life?” I was truly interested. I needed to know they were both doing well, that life was everything they wanted. I felt out of place in my own house, this civilian world while we talked about their experiences, the cities they lived in, all the normal things they did that I could never do. It was too different, and it made me miss my Platoon and the Bravo Brotherhood. The things I did and what l learned seemed far more important than football games and crazy professors. Although sad, it was clear we were growing apart, at least Carol and I. Kevin felt even better than I remembered. He had a power to him that is hard to describe, shored up by a confidence that had only grown since graduation. He still wasn’t a talker, but this reluctance to speak came from a place of strength rather than from holding back. I often moved away from them, telling them I’d be back, so I could circulate and make sure I spent time with everyone who had come to remember my dad. I listened to their favorite stories of him, learned a lot about who he was when he was younger. A memorial can be a gift. I had dreaded it before today, but was now thankful for it because it was like my dad lived again today in every story and conversation. It was late now, almost 9:30. Everyone had left except Grandpa and Grandma, who helped us clean up. I’d said goodbye to Kevin and Carol a couple hours ago. At the end of it, it was nice to hang out with them again. And they watched over Tim, keeping him from going off to hide in his room. Tim loved them both, and they’d always made him feel special while we were together in high school. Finally Grandma and Grandpa left for their hotel. Neither mine nor Tim’s bed was big enough for them, and that’s all we had. I said good night to mom, gave her a kiss, and went to go shower and go to bed. Not long after I fell asleep, I felt the bed move, and someone crawling into bed with me. “Tim, you okay buddy?” I asked, rolling over to hug him. But it wasn’t Tim’s smooth chest I felt. He felt too good to let go, but I managed to blurt out “This isn’t a good idea, Kev.” I could manage that much. “You’re the only one who thinks that, Tom. So how about you shut up?” And then he grabbed me into a spoon, wrapping his big arms around me and pulling me into his hairy chest. I didn’t have the strength to fight him. I could smell his scent and with the exhaustion of today’s events it put me right to sleep, his mouth breathing gently against my neck. I woke up holding him in our usual sleeping position, me behind him, naked. My traitorous automatic brain did this, that fucking bastard. My hardness was nestled in his cheeks, my face in his beautiful sweet smelling hair. My body remembered how it was supposed to be even if my mind didn’t want to remember and fought my awareness with drowsy relaxation. I hugged him tighter, my hips grinding into his backside, and before I realized what I was doing I was kissing his neck. I know I was only half conscious and was lost in the comfortable weightlessness of this beautiful man. He shifted slightly, moaning in my arms, half asleep himself. My rigidity found his spot, but we were both enjoying this intimacy too much to pay too close attention. He was now meeting me for every grinding push. “I miss you, Tom” he mumbled. “I miss you every day.” We both gasped when I slipped inside him, but neither of us ceased our lazy movements. My entry was not deep just…there. My hands rubbed his solid chest, which felt so much firmer than I remembered. My mouth worked on his neck and jaw, tasting him all over again. I ran a hand down his flank amazed at the hardness I was feeling. None of it felt real, it was a languorous dream state so slow I don’t recognize the moment I was fully inside him. We simply moved so minutely every sensation became exquisite. There was no purpose to it, merely a desire to float on this overwhelming feeling forever. We remained that way for some time, I am unsure how long moving almost imperceptibly together, my length filing him for the first time, but it was long enough for every wall I’d built to crumble into dust, allowing my love for him to rise like the morning sun to warm away the ice with which I’d frozen my memories of him. “I love you Kev.” I said into his hair. “I miss you so bad I can’t take it sometimes. I’m sorry.” I whispered. “I’m sorry I’m not strong enough for you.” The tears were coming now as I cried into his hair, and with their release I felt my balls let go sending my love deep inside him. “I’ll be strong for both of us.” He sighed.

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Not only would I let him film me, but I'd insist on using my name and contact info

I have the greatest respect for cumsluts.

I was awakened sometime later by a deep voice and a hand pulling the plug slowly out of my pussy. He told me Jake said I could have a turn and that you would not care. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs and guided his thick long cock into my dripping cunt. Pozzed while Cruising 5 My new faceless and anonymous fucker easily slid his thick cock into my gaped hole. I thought for a quick moment where did he find all these thick dick friends. I knew I would be a regular in this apartment if they let me. He drilled his large cock back and forth in and out of me picking up his pace as he went along. Soon he was pulling nearly out of me and driving it full force back into me. I tried to slow him down, but he smacked my hand away. I am going to add my tainted load with the rest of them, you little slut. I was hard again at his verbal abuse. I slowly jerked my hard cock as he slammed away at me. I begged him to breed me. “Poz me…” I heard myself whimper. It was the first time I knowingly admitted that I wanted their tainted loads. I begged him to cum in me. I hear the door open and light from the hall streamed in. I could see 3 or 4 guys standing there. My original top told me to repeat myself, but louder. “Poz me” I said just above a whisper. “Louder!” he demanded. “Poz me!” I said with more authority. “Louder! Cum Slut or he’ll pull out and we’ll kick you out” he exclaimed. “POZ ME!!!” I said loud enough to be heard around the block. He flooded my torn up and now obvious pozzed cum filled ass. He collapsed on top of me. I felt his beard scratch my neck. HIs thick dick retreated from my cummy hole and I leaked from my gaping hole. He soon got up and tossed me the plug. I knew full well what to do with it. I dragged my worn and well-fucked body from the stranger’s bed, got dressed and followed some voices out into the living room. I must have been a site with my hair all over the place and my clothes all wrinkled, and they were all chatting like I was not even there. Jake, I assumed, was the guy that first fucked me in the bathroom and then brought me back to the apartment along with 3 other guys which two of them fucked me. I was pretty sure of one of them because he was the one with a beard. He was a black guy and fucking HOT. They finally took notice of me and Jake welcomed me to the club. I asked if they were really poz and did they just poz me. He assured me they were and that I was, but it was going to be OK, and that I would soon get all the cock I ever wanted. He asked if I wanted more. I shook my head yes. He then instructed me to strip and get in the middle of the room. I slowly stripped out my jeans and t-shit down to my boxer briefs and Jake motioned for those to go to. They watched a basketball game on TV while they were spread out on the couch and the recliner. I stood there naked while I slowly got hard again. That is when the guy next to Jake pulled out his cock and nodded for me to come over and suck him. I got down on my knees and swallowed his thick cock and by the taste of his meat. I could tell he had been in my ass or someone’s ass recently that just made me suck him even harder. That is when I felt a tug at my balls and Jake shifted on the couch and someone got behind me, pulled the plug from my abused hole and slid his cock back into me. Then Jake spoke up…”if you ever want this treatment ever again, if you want to be a part of this club, you must come by once a week and bring a new boy with you as often as you can to submit to our and your needs. In a couple of days or a bit more, you are going to get sick, come back here as soon as you can and let us know, but it is essential that you bring new meat with you.” He continued, “ you can find them like I did you in several restrooms on campus, those are the popular ones, but almost anyone is ideal ‘breeding’ ground’ for picking up and converting guys. Most just want to get sucked and this is where your thirst for cum will be helpful, but we need more guys like you to fuck and breed. Do you agree with that? Nod if you do? I mumbled with a fat cock in my mouth and nodded the best I could. He ordered everyone to hurry up and send me on my way because I had work to do. He wanted my first victim in two days. My mind buzzed on how and who I was going to ensnare in my trap and truly wondered what I got myself into. I worked myself and was fucked into another orgasm as my cock erupted shooting my load all over the carpet white the cock in my mouth shot volley after volley into my throat where I had not choice but to swallow it. I was soon rewarded with another ass full of cum. I walked home with a plug shoved deep in my cunt and every boy that I saw becoming a potential target for the “brotherhood”. I got hard…again Hope you guys like this one Love the hot chats and emails from some of you NWiJoey@gmail.com

Chapter 2 It was evening by the time I arrived at my brothers. I pulled up outside his house, turned my car off and just stared into space. Seriously, what the fuck was I doing here. My brother was basically a stranger. It had been at least 30 years since I'd seen him in person. I was seconds away from starting the car and leaving when there was a knock on my window. It scared the shit out of me and I let out a small scream. My brother was standing outside my car with a huge stupid grin on his face. I rolled down the window. "Damnit Matt, you scared the shit out of me." He started laughing. "Well little brother you've been sitting out here for over a half an hour. The neighbors were starting to think you were casing the area." I looked at my phone and saw I had indeed been parked in front of his house for way too long. "Holly shit, I guess I lost track of time." Matt opened my car door. "Come on. Enough stalling, time to come inside." I got out of the car and he quickly engulfed me in his arms. He whispered in my ear, "damn, I'm glad you're here!" As we approached the house a nice looking guy came out to meet us. "Zac, this is my husband Thomas." Next thing I knew I was engulfed in a bear hug. Okay they were huggers, just great. This was more human contact than I'd received in years. At first I stiffened then I slowly found myself melting into his strong arms. Okay that was different. He finally released me and we all walked into the house. My brother looked me up and down and said, "you look...I mean wow it's so good to see you." That definitely broke my shell and I started laughing. He looked mortified. "It's okay, I know I look like shit compared to you two." I should stop here and describe my brother and his husband. They were both easily over 6 feet tall; compared to my 5'4". They looked like they spent a lot of time in the gym; I can't remember the last time I saw the inside of one but definitely needed too. I'd kind of let myself go the last few years. They had several tattoos that I could see; while my skin was a blank canvas. So basically we were polar opposites. I seemed to take after my mom while my brother looked just like my dad. "No way little brother, you look a little tired but other than that you look good. Damn it's so good to see you again." He grabbed me in another bear hug. God that felt good. "Come on let me give you the 5 cent tour." He proceeded to show me the first floor which contained the kitchen, living room, master bedroom and a guest room they were using as an office. I was starting to get a little worried about where they were going to put me, thinking I really shouldn't have come when he said, "we saved the best for last," and lead me to a flight of stairs I had missed. We all walked downstairs into a small studio alcove like space. There was a small kitchen area, more like a bar space with a cozy living room setup and the bed was tucked away in a small space behind french doors hiding it away. "Wow this is great," I said as I took it all in. "You even have your own entrance that opens out to the patio. The bathroom's over there and on the other side of the stairs is our gym. Please make yourself comfortable, if you need anything let us know and help yourself to anything in the fridge. Please just make yourself at home. Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat.” "Thanks, I’m good for now. If you don’t mind I think I’m just going to crash for the evening. I think all this is catching up to me.” So I guess this was my new life. My brother and his husband were perfect hosts. We interacted a bit and I’d have dinner with them about once a week but for the most part I kept to myself. I had found a pretty good rhythm. I’d spend 2 hours looking for a new job, then I’d spend 2 hours in their gym working on me, and then I’d do it all over again till was time for dinner. I’d been there about a month when I had my first real breakthrough on the job front. I had a second interview tomorrow for a position I was actually excited about. It was our weekly dinner together so I made my way upstairs. Matt and Thomas were just putting the finishing touches on dinner. I’d noticed over the last couple of weeks they had both started wearing just shorts to dinner. I mean not that I minded. Hell if I looked as good as them I wouldn’t wear a shirt either. I mean it wasn’t like I stared at their muscular hairy chests all night. Well maybe just half the night. Ok that's just weird. "So what time is your interview tomorrow?" Thomas asked. "Nine. They told me to expect to be there for about half the day so I'm hoping that's a good sign." "Well I'm working from home tomorrow so come tell me how it goes when you get home." My brother shook his head. "It not fair you get to find out before me. I'm his brother." "Guys it's just an interview. I promise if I get the job I'll tell you both at the same time." My brother smiled at me at and said, "now we just need to find you a date." If I'd been drinking i would have shot water everywhere. "Yeah thanks but I'm good." "He doesn't need a date he just need to get laid." "Thomas no I'm good really. You both don't need to worry about my sex life. In fact, please don't worry about my sex life." "Oh come on, when was the last time you get laid?" "Matt," I stammered, "that's really none of your business." "Oh my God. Now we have to know. Come on seriously how long ago?" Thomas asked grinning like a damn cat. "I don't know it's been a while." "How long's awhile? Three, six, nine months?" "I can't believe we're having this conversation." They both looked at me and I could tell they weren't going to let this go. I thought about it for a few seconds and then said, "holy shit, I think the last time I had sex was before I moved down into our basement." "And when was that?" Matt asked. "Ummm about ten years ago." "What the fuck!" They both said at the same time. "Are you fucking kidding me? Please at least tell us you're jacking off each night." "Well not really. I mean I do, maybe every couple of months, but I'm not really that sexual." Thomas recovered first and said, "are you sure you two are related because your brother can't go very long before he has to stick his dick in something." "Hey, I'm not that bad." He stopped for a second then got a huge grin on his face. "No you're right. My dick loves to bred a tight hole or not so tight. He's not picky." Oh my God I was turning bright red. I had to get out of there. "Ummm as interesting as this conversation has become I think I'm going to turn in so I'm well rested for tomorrow." I got up and left the table and quickly headed for the stairs but not before I heard Thomas say, "hon we really need to get him laid." I was so embarrassed and what the fuck, my dick was hard. I made it though the interview and was feeling pretty good. Based on what the last guy I met with said, I had really good feeling about the job. Now it’s just the waiting game. I was feeling so good I really wanted to tell someone so instead of going into the house through the basement like I normally did, I went in through the back door to go find Thomas. I walk down towards the office but could hear some moaning coming from the bedroom. I slowly looked in through the partially closed door. There was Thomas naked on top of somebody who was not my brother with his rather large cock going in and out of a guy's ass who, did I mention was not my brother. Holy shit he wasn't wearing a condom. I didn't know much about gay sex but I was pretty sure he should've been using a condom. Thomas was cheating on my brother. Oh my God seriously how big is his dick? The other guy was moaning like crazy and saying, "that's it daddy give me that toxic cum, knock me up." I had to get out of there before they saw me. I snuck back down the hallway and went downstairs before I got caught. I suddenly had two thoughts. First, what the fuck was I going to tell my brother and second, why the fuck was my dick so hard?

Pozzed while Cruising 4 We left the bathroom separately and chatted as we made our way across campus. He told me of all the cruising spots that he knew of on and off campus. I so wanted to ask him about his tattoos, but was scared to learn the truth. In his apartment We walked across campus and all I could think was his tattoos of the biohazard and the scorpion which I thought were a tad aggressive for a college kid. A preppy college kid at that. He was over 6 foot tall, sandy blond hair, had a magnificent cock and was well-muscled. I noticed both girls and guys would check him out as we made our way through campus. His shared apartment was just a block off of campus near a pretty popular sports bar. He made the joke that it was too bad that I was underage to get in to drink, but he smiled. I know a guy that will get you in though if you want it bad enough. I will admit as we walked and talked, I was hard just listening to him talk about whatever he wanted to. He was charming and affable, but that all changed the moment we got inside his apartment. We were both a little sweaty as he led me into his apartment that he obviously shared with another guy. I dropped my bag just to the side of the door and he tossed his bag in front of the TV. He undid his shorts, pulled out his stiffening cock and grabbed me by shoulders pushing me to my knees so that I was eye level to his cock. He fed me his 8 inch hard cock and in one swift motion I had him deepthroated up with my nose in his bush to the point I could smell the other kid’s ass in his bush. He fucked my mouth for just a quick few minutes before he led me on my knees to his bedroom. We were naked before we got to his bed with our clothes scattered about his apartment. He put me on all fours on the edge of his bed. I could feel his fingers explore my used hole. He chuckled when he realized I had a load in me. He began to eat my ass. I only had one other guy do that to me and that was an older guy when I was in high school. I loved it and I begged for more. I heard the outer door open. I asked him to shut the door to his bedroom, but he just slipped his cock into my now well-fucked hole. He bottomed out in me as I heard, what I assume to be his roommate, at the door. “New convert?” I heard a voice say from the doorway. As I heard clothes being taken off. “Yeah, I fucked him just yesterday in the Union, and he came back for more today after getting a load or two earlier.” my barebacker said emphatically. “HOT!!! Mind if I get some too?” he asked from the doorway, already naked and not waiting for an answer. The only reply he got was the guy fucking me pulled out and gave him access to my bare ass. Neither one caring what my answer was going to be. I never even saw the face of my of my new fucker, btut I knew he had a cock just as bigh if not a bit bigger than the first guy. Which I still do not know his name, but I guess I knew him well enough to let him fuck me twice. They took turns fucking me for the next 30 minutes edging themselves inside my ass. When one got close to cumming he would give the other another turn in my well fucked boi pussy. Meanwhile they had fucked the cum out of me once and I was hard again. They would spit on their cocks when I needed some lube, never once letting me off of my knees. They kept dropping hints like this one will be a good convert. The other’s will like him a lot, he will turn so many guys and convert them too. I was puzzled as to what they were referring to. They chatted as if I was not even in the room let alone fucking me. “I bred another freshman today”, the first fucker said, “right before I brought this slut home.” I heard them high-five each other as the other admitted to breeding someone in yet another bathroom in yet another building I did not know about. That is when the roommate grabbed my hips, plunged his cock deep in my used hole and flooded me with what I now knew to be his tainted seed. I could feel his cock expand and contract in my ass as he unload torrent of poz seed in my soon-to-be-if-not-already poz hole. Once he was done, the first guy took back over using his roommates cum for lube pounded my hole. I collapsed on the bed with his cock still buried deep in me as jackhammered away at me. I came again, getting off on being used like a common slut, the thought of being pozzed and being passed around to some other guys. I begged for his poz load for him to breed me and turn me out. He held his cock deep in me as he came letting his cum mix with his roommates. I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and fell asleep while my ass just began to leak their cum. One of them slid a butt plug into my ass to keep me from leaking. I dozed off while they went off and did whatever. I was awakened sometime later by a deep voice and a hand pulling the plug slowly out of my pussy. He told me Jake said I could have a turn and that you would not care. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs and guided his thick long cock into my dripping cunt. More to Cum Love the Feedback Always open to chat and/or phone Joey

It's my absolute biggest fantasy. I want to be one of the top so bad, and my husband one of the bottom. The idea that guys are in a no load refused / free to use mode is so fucking hot for me. But there is none in France sadly.

I've sucked this 5 days unwashed smegma cock last time. it was so delicious!

So after a month in Paris I will answer my own question. IDM is the place to go to. But it tends to be relatively slow except on Thursdays, maybe Fridays and Sundays. Sundays, particularly opening (10/11 am) to 4 pm, are the day to go to IDM, when it becomes a "sexual paradise" (the exact term a French-North-African Parisian young man used the last time I was there). This does have another side: I have seen 5-10 guys literally line up to fuck two asses and often ignore the others. I almost always got fucked at least once when I went (but one time I didn't get fucked but it wasn't a Thursday or Sunday). IDM closes at 1/2 am every day. Sun City: only went once and there was no action for me. It is a kind of almost American style bathhouse and while there was some fucking, mostly guys went there to wait for the metro to open on Sunday morning (or maybe they wake up and fuck on Sunday morning after 5 am). Sun City is in effect a 24 hour (or close to it) sauna on Saturday. Their vaunted backroom doesn't seem to exist now. Secteur X and Full Metal : only went once but didn't get dicked. So for me their didn't measure up. Guys lined up to fuck mostly one guy the night I went to Secteur X. Missed Le Keller (unfortunately) and didn't go to any other clubs.

I get cock cheese quite often and really get off on it, as does my (cut) partner

I went to the market in Berlin just before covid shut things down. I am a top who usually does pretty well on the apps finding hot holes to breed. I showed up right on time and went into the market. I stripped down and entered. It was alresdy pretty crowded...probably 15 tops and 20 or so bottoms...but only 4 red hoods. I am almost exclusively a bare fucker so this disappointed me. The hottest body in the room had on a white hood so no bareback for him. I walked right up to the hottest guy and started whispering in his ear about how hot his ass looked and how much I wanted to breed it. He reiterated condom only. So, I put on a condom (provided for by the assistant) and got down to rim his ass to lube it up. Then I slid my cock into his tight ass...he was definitely getting his first fuck of the night. I pumped in and out of him a few times sayoing over and over I need to breed your hole...he was really pushing into me taking my full 19cm and letting my balls slap against his low hangers...I was about to cum and I pulled out. Time to test the other holes. I took of the condom but I kept it in hand. I ended up breeding two of the four red hoods and used the old condom to sample the holes of 3 other white hood mares...I went back to the first guy at the end of the night and told him I would be waiting outside for him and what I was wearing...at the end of the night he came out and met me on the street...we said hello and he took me to his apartment where I bred him 2x that night. He was so horny for cum he begged me for it.

pain pig here. love punishments, spanking and brutal arsehole-tearing deliberately painful fucks

You are definitely one hot fella.

Part 37 - The Swimmer and the Artist Ric tossed and turned all Friday night. Thankfully his dad didn’t come into his room that night, since his balls were empty and he was still freaked out about breeding Zac. He finally got a few hours of sleep and got up. He was supposed to meet Jason around 11 AM. He thought about cancelling, but in the end decided to meet Jason as they planned. Ric got to Jason’s house just a few minutes late as Jason’s parents were pulling out of the driveway. He went inside and was just about to grope and kiss him when Jason’s older brother, Jared, came running up the stairs. “Gimme five minutes and I’ll be out of here and you two can have your fun” said Jared. Ric looked shocked and Jason rolled his eyes. “He knows?” said Ric quietly. “Oh yeah. We’ve been doing it for a while and when he fucked me this morning I begged him to leave a big load inside since the guy I was meeting was hung and I needed the lube” Jason said with a chuckle. They started to walk to Jason’s bedroom and his brother came out of his room and squeezed past and winked at Ric. “Don’t stretch him out too much, I like that tight boy pussy. Have fun!” Jared said as he headed towards the door. “Fuck, that’s wild. I can’t imagine getting fucked by a brother. It doesn't matter since I don't have one” Ric said chuckling. “Yeah, I came out to my family a couple years ago and it was kind of rough at first. Jared was cool with it but it took a few months before mom and dad realized I was happy not having to hide it. And now its just not a problem. Dad even gave me a couple condoms this morning. They think I’m fucking every time some guy comes over” Jason explained. “Not every time, just most of em?” Ric joked. “Hahaha, yeah. You know me too well” Jason said as they walked into the room and he closed the door. Ric pinned Jason against the door and kissed him. Jason opened his mouth and their tongues darted against each other. Ric liked holding Jason’s hands against the wall and his chest against Jason’s while they kissed, but Ric was trying to figure out how to tell Jason he was poz. During their previous fuck, Jason forced himself onto Ric but nothing was ever said other than Ric screaming “No!” He knew from comments that Jason had made that he thought Ric might have HIV, but neither had said anything outright. Jason broke the kiss and pushed Ric back. “Do you think you’ve already pozzed me?” Jason asked with a sly grin. “Wow. I guess that means you know that I’m poz. But I don’t know if I have pozzed you. I heard that sometimes one load is all it takes and sometimes its hundreds” Ric replied. “But you’ve fucked me a half dozen times..” Jason said. “Only once after I got sick and that’s what matters. You ok with it?” Ric said. “Fuck yeah. I get so boned when I read stories online about guys getting pozzed or even fucking with poz guys. I figured I was going to have to find some older guy to give me my first poz load, but when you got sick, I was hoping it was because you were poz. I’ve been jacking off thinking about you charging me up” Jason replied. “Well then we better fuck and make sure that hot pussy of yours gets knocked up” Ric said as he pulled Jason towards the bed. They both took their clothes off quickly and Jason was on his knees lapping at Ric’s half hard cock. He pulled back the foreskin and licked the head. “Fuck, I love sucking uncut cocks” Jason said before taking the length of Ric’s shaft into his mouth and throat. “Oh fuck!” Ric yelled out as Jason’s throat gripped his cock. Jason flexed his throat around Ric’s cock and Ric felt the precum start to flow from it. He pulled back and started to fuck Jason’s face. Jason looked up at him and the two locked eyes. Ric could see the hunger in Jason’s eyes and figured Jason could see it in his too. He kept sliding all the way into Jason’s throat with only a little gagging coming from Jason. Ric could feel his cock get slick and needed to feel Jason’s ass wrapped around his toxic cock. Ric pulled his cock all the way out of his mouth and pulled Jason up and on to the bed on his back. He pulled him a bit forward, so Jason’s ass was hanging off and pushed his legs back. Jason grabbed his legs and rolled back exposing his hole. Ric spread his ass cheeks and pushed his tongue into the quivering orifice. “Mmmm, I can taste Jared’s cum” said Ric while he stood up and aimed his toxic sword at Jason’s neg hole. “FUUUCCCKKK YEAH!” Jason yelled out as Ric’s cock drilled into his cum slick hole. Ric sunk his cock into Jason with one long firm push, feeling the warm tissue envelope his dripping cock. “Is that what you want, Jason?” Ric asked with his cock held deep inside Jason. “Oh god yeah. Fuck me Ric. Give me all of your poz seed” pleaded Jason. Ric started to work his cock back and forth, stretching Jason open. Ric was like a train, building up speed and intensity with each stroke. It wasn’t too long before he was pounding Jason. His balls swinging and slamming into Jason’s ass with his body slapping against Jason’s ass. Ric looked down and Jason was stroking his own cock, precum dripping over his abs. “You’re going to be shooting your own poz loads soon, Jason” Ric said while his thrusts got more irregular. “Fuck yeah!” yelled Jason, feeling Ric’s cock digging deep inside him. He started to flex his hole around Ric’s cock, like he had done with his throat. “Breed me Ric, I need that cum inside me” Jason pleaded and wrapped his legs around Ric. He heard Ric start to grunt with each jab of his cock. Ric leaned forward and grabbed Jason’s shoulders and pulled himself deep. His cock pulsed over and over as his poz venom filled up Jason’s guts, mixing with Jared’s load and the virus hopefully seeping into his bloodstream. The two were screaming out in unison with each spurt of cum. After the last shots finished, Ric slowly fucked his cum in deeper and then pulled his cock out. He stood at the side of the bed breathing heavy and Jason had spun around, his head hanging over the edge of the bed and was licking Ric’s cock clean. Once all the cum was licked up the two laid in bed next to each other. “How long before you can breed me again?” asked Jason. “How long we got until they come home?” asked Ric. Jason looked over and said “Shit! Only about an hour.” “Then you better get on your knees so I can fuck that hole again” Ric said. Jason rolled over and got on all fours and said “woof woof” before laughing. Ric climbed behind Jason and mounted him, sliding his long cock into the cum filled tunnel. Jason fucked his body back on Ric’s cock, the shaft easily pushing through the battered inner ring. He held Jason’s hips and pounded his hole hard. This fuck had only a few seconds of gentle motion before Ric’s thrusts got intense. Jason moaned, feeling his hole getting beaten from Ric’s long, thick cock. Jason thought his uncle’s was big and he had been able to take it dozens of times without problems, but Ric had almost two inches on him and was a little thicker. His ass ached, but he enjoyed the feeling and knew it helped get him charged up. Ric pulled his cock all the way out of Jason and watched some cum drop out of his hole and then rammed back in. Jason let out a loud “UGHH.” He did it a few more times and when he was ready to pump a second toxic load into Jason he heard “Fuck, that cock is big. Take it bro!” Jared had come back early and had been watching Ric fuck his brother. Ric slammed in and felt the ropes of cum shoot inside Jason’s ass. His body shook and his cock pulsed. Ric looked over and Jared had his cock out, stroking it. “Don’t waste it on the floor, pump it into his ass” Ric said, pulling his cock out and turning Jason so his ass was over the side of the bed. Jared walked awkwardly over to the side of the bed, his pants around his ankles. He shoved his cock in, feeling the mixture of Ric’s and his cum surround his cock. He moaned and then jackhammered his cock in until he started shooting his neg load into his brother’s bug craving ass. Ric was right behind Jared, his cum covered cock rubbing between his ass cheeks. Ric angled his hips and felt his cock push in and stopped at Jared’s hole. “Oh god, please, no. I can’t take a cock that big” begged Jared. Ric thrust his hips and felt the tip start to penetrate and stopped and whispered “Any time you’re ready, I’d love to knock that ass up just like I did your brother’s.” The three quickly showered and then Ric and Jason sat in his room talking. They heard the front door open and close and then Jason heard his parents talking. “Should we let them see us making out?” Ric joked. “They’ve seen worse. I was sucking a guy off in my room when they came home one time. Thats why I closed the door this time. Little good it did!” Jason said with a little laugh. “I hope we can fuck again soon, Jason” Ric said. “Yeah, I do too. Without my brother next time” Jason said rolling his eyes. — Monday Ric walked into the cafeteria and got his lunch. He sat down at a table by himself over in a corner facing away from everyone. He got about halfway through his lunch when he heard someone come up behind him and sat down next to him. He saw Zac and his stomach felt queasy. He stopped eating and said “I’m sorry, Zac. I didn’t plan on that happening” as Zac looked at him. “Its not your fault Ric. That was the hottest fuck I’ve ever had. Now I know why you guys do it. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all weekend and it made me hard when I did. Can we do it again soon? I want to see what it feels like when its bare the whole time. And I loved feeling your load in me.” Zac asked. “I don’t know. Maybe. Lets talk about it later in the week, OK?” Ric said solemnly. Zac replied “Cool” and got up and left Ric to finish his meal. — Ric had scheduled the appointment with Thad on Thursday afternoon. He told his parents that he needed to help Shane with a project and he wouldn’t be home for dinner. That should give him enough time to drive up, get inked, talk with Thad about Shane’s tattoo and get back home before his curfew. He sent a message to Dave that he would be there around 5pm. Ric had been fucking both Shane and Marty at least once a day. Sometimes it was before school, sometimes after. Wednesday he even fucked Shane in the locker room during school and Ethan had found them just as Ric’s cum shot into Shane’s ass. Ethan quickly fucked Shane and added his neg seed to the poz load Ric had just given him. Ric slid the plug easily back into Shane’s ass and he wondered how many other people noticed that Shane was walking funny with the butt plug he was now keeping in him all the time when Ric wasn’t fucking him. Ric also wondered how long before Shane got sick, since he had been pumping one or two loads a day into him since their first fuck. Ric met Shane at the usual spot by the tree after school and they walked back to Shane’s house. They dropped their backpacks off and went out to the garage. Ric went to get in the passenger side and Shane said “Not so fast. Come over here.” Ric walked over to the driver’s side with a puzzled look on his face until he saw Shane leaning against the car with his jeans down and his jockstrapped ass pushed back. Ric chuckled and moved behind him and pulled the plug out, pushing it into Shane’s mouth to give him a taste. His dick was half hard just seeing Shane’s greedy naked ass and with a few strokes of his hand and a little spit he was pushing back into Shane’s hole. Shane was now used to Ric’s cock and knew what to do to get him to shoot his load quickly. This time, they didn’t need to be quiet like when they fucked in the bathroom, locker room or storage room at school. “Oh yeah, Ric. Breed me full of that bugged up spooge. Poz me good!” Shane begged. Ric had already pumped more than a dozen virus laden loads into Shane. That was twice what he had given Marty and just a few more than his dad. His cock was drooling precum inside Shane while he kept thrusting his cock deep inside Shane’s cunt. His kisses and caresses belied the hard slams of his cock. Ric’s cock started to throb and swell, filling up Shane a little more. Ric pinched both of Shane’s nipples through his shirt and felt Shane squeeze Ric’s cock with his hole just as the diseased cum flooded Shane’s body. After the last few shots joined his lunchtime load, Ric grabbed the plug from Shane’s hand and put it back into place in his ass. They hopped into the car and drove up to Thad’s shop. Shane kept asking questions the whole way about getting tattooed and what was going to happen when he converted. Ric told him what he knew from experience and from reading stuff on the internet. Soon they were pulling into the parking lot. Ric saw Thad at the door of the shop, giving him a thumbs up. He thought it was weird, but the two got out of the car and started walking to the shop door. He got to the front fender and he felt someone grab him from behind and then a cloth go over his nose and mouth that smelled funny and then everything went black. Ric woke up and looked around. He was in a warehouse of some sort and there were guys standing around him. As his eyes got less blurry, he could make out Dave and Thad but didn’t know any of the other eight guys. He realized they were all naked except for one guy that wore a red leather harness. He looked down and realized he was naked too. He started to get up and heard Dave say “Ric, stand here. We are going to induct you into the club. It’s a short ceremony which I think you’ll enjoy. Ric stood and the priest began “We are gathered here to welcome the newest member to our brotherhood. Our mission is to celebrate our gift and help those less fortunate than us become a positive force in the world. Ric, are willing to join us support our mission?” The priest looked at Ric and Ric looked at Joe who was nodding and Ric then replied “Yes”. The priest led him over to a fuck bench and laid him down on it. Ric was extremely nervous. He had never seen anything like this and felt very vulnerable. Dave came over and locked his hands and ankles down and then spit onto his exposed hole. The priest then said “Let the consummation begin.” Ric could only look forward and saw nothing but a brick wall. He felt someone come up behind him and then felt a cock at his hole. He only had a second to prepare for the invasion and felt the guy shove his cock in. The pain ripped through Ric’s body and he screamed out. The guy fucking him ignored the screams and started to pound his hole. Ric’s heart was racing and he was sweating and breathing heavy. He knew he had to relax or it would be even more painful. He thought about all of the cum he had pumped into Shane and how his dad had willingly bent over and begged him to fuck him. Just as he started to relax, the guy fucking his ass slammed in and he felt the cum fill his tortured hole. Joe leaned down and whispered into Ric’s ear “Normally its just one AIDS breeding to induct you, but you get three.” He felt the guy pull out of his ass and soon there was another cock entering him. This one was thicker and pierced. He thought it might be Dave, but Dave was standing in front of him, his cock drooling. Ric opened his mouth and raised his head. Joe moved closer and pushed his cock into Ric’s mouth. Ric sucked and licked the cock that had probably knocked him up while the second guy pummeled his ass. He felt the slams of the cock in his ass get slower and harder until the guy planted his cock in all the way and more hot AIDS cum filled his body. It was quickly replaced by a third cock. This one was longer and thicker than anything he had ever had in his ass. The pain as it pushed deep inside him was new. He screamed around Dave’s cock as the cock in his ass kept ramming in against a wall. “Come on boy, let it past your inner ring” a deep voice said behind him. After two more thrusts, he felt the cock go even deeper inside him and Ric wondered if it was going to come out his throat. The long cock kept driving in and out of his wrecked hole and then Dave started to fuck his throat. The two were thrusting in at the same time and Ric was overwhelmed by the new experience. After a few more minutes of cocks slamming into both ends he felt Dave start to spurt cum into his throat. He tried not to gag but was having a hard time until he felt the cock in his ass erupt. As he tried to scream, a flood of cum shot down his throat. Both cocks pulled out of his exhausted body. He felt several guys slap his ass and Joe leaned down to unlock his hands. “Dave, please fuck me before I get up” Ric asked. He heard a few people nearby clap their hands and Joe unlocked his ankles before moving behind Ric. He felt Dave’s fingers push into his throbbing hole and then felt them on his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked the fingers clean as Joe slid his cock into Ric’s cummy pussy. Joe fucked slowly, feeling the AIDS cum cover his cock. Ric had no problem taking all of Joe’s cock and Joe remembered that first time he had fucked Ric. It had only been a little over a month ago and Ric had gone from a virgin to a poz breeding slut. Joe started to fuck harder and faster and heard Ric moan and beg “give me more of your poz cum, Dave.” Joe grinned as his cock drilled into Ric and the other guys standing around started to chant “Breed him, breed him” over and over. He leaned down and kissed the back of Ric’s neck before ramming in hard and unleashing his toxic load into Ric’s cum soaked cunt. Ric laid there a minute after Joe pulled out and finally got to his feet. He was a little unsteady but Joe held him up and then hugged him. “We didn’t expect you to come with someone else” Joe started to say and Ric blurted out “Oh my god, where’s Shane?” “He’s ok, we have him up front, knocked out. Who is he?” Joe asked. “He’s the friend of mine that I told you about. You know, the swimmer?” Ric replied. Joe chuckled. “Oh, that guy. The horny slut that’s chasing?” Joe asked. The word ‘chasing’ got everyone’s ears perked up and suddenly everyone stopped talking and looked at Joe and Ric. “Yeah, that one” Ric said with a smile. “Do you think he’d like several more doses from some really toxic guys?” Joe asked. “Maybe. I don’t know if he wants it just from me or anyone that can help him get knocked up” Ric answered. “Let’s find out” said Tony. A couple of the guys soon were carrying out Shane, his arms draped over their shoulders. Shane had a fitted hood over his head with only nose and mouth openings, but was otherwise naked and looked pretty lifeless hanging from the two tall guys. As they held Shane up, Tony waved some smelling salts under his nose and Shane slowly came back to life. “Where the fuck am I?” Shane asked groggily. “You’re ok, boy. Now tell me… Do you only take poz loads from Ric here or are you open to a more diverse set of strains?” the priest asked. “Get this hood off my fuckin’ head” yelled Shane. “It’s ok, Shane. Just tell him what he wants to know” said Ric. “Anyone’s, I guess” Shane said feeling helpless. “Do you want to get bred by these guys, Shane? They’re pretty toxic” asked Ric. “Fuck yeah, just don’t hurt me” Shane said. The guys carried Shane over to the fuck bench where Ric had just laid and put him down, pulling his hands and ankles down and securing them with cuffs and locks. Thad walked up and said “Let me have the first shot at him and then you can fill him up while I take care of Ric. Thad stroked his cock, using just some spit, and it got hard quickly. The cute, young swimmer was about to get gang banged by some of the most charged up guys in the area and Thad wanted his to be the first load in. Thad spit on Shanes hole and went to push his fingers in and found the plug. “What do we have here?” asked Thad. “I fucked him before we came up to the shop” Ric said. “Hehe, he’s prelubed then” said Thad as he pulled the plug out. Shane yelped as the plug came out of his ass and yelped again as Thad shoved his cock in to replace it. Thad loved pump and dumps, especially with fresh neg meat. Even with the plug in him for the drive up, his hole was tight around Thad’s shaft and he could feel the PA dig into the tender walls. Tony moved in front of Shane and held up a bottle of poppers to his nose and said “Breathe deep boy, you’re going to need this.” Shane took a couple hits from the bottle and relaxed as the rush hit him. Thad drove in harder and faster and then let out a groan as his balls emptied their poison into the young cum slut. Thad pulled out and presented his cum covered cock to Shane and another guy from the club pushed into his ass. The priest said “Save the AIDS loads for last.” One by one the guys took turns pounding and then adding their own strain into Shane’s doomed cunt. Shane took the pounding well. He was begging while each guy fucked him and then thanked them for their load. He grunted and whimpered as the larger cocks tore into his sore hole but he never asked them to stop until Derrick slammed his cock in. “Oh my fucking god!” Shane screamed out. Derrick left his cock deep inside Shane for a minute, letting him get used to the girth. When he felt Shane’s body stop spasming, he started to fuck slowly. “You’re getting one of the newest AIDS loads in your hole, boy. This should fuck you up good” Derrick said. Tony and him had just gotten their test results and they were now officially classified as AIDS patients. Derrick picked up speed, feeling his cock drip precum the full length of Shane’s colon but he was planning on pumping his seed in deeper. When he couldn’t hold back any longer, Derrick shoved in all the way, hearing Shane scream out and unleashed his very toxic load as far inside Shane as he could. Derrick’s cock was replaced by Tony’s and Shane was relieved that something smaller was now fucking him. Tony didn’t last long, watching so many other guys breed their poz loads into the hot young swimmer had him ready to shoot at any moment. The three guys that had bred Ric on his initiation earlier were the last to fuck Shane. With their loads deposited, the priest reinserted the plug into Shane’s hole. They let Shane lay there, resting and trying to recover from the onslaught. After Thad had bred Shane, he took Ric over to the side and prepped him for his second tattoo. This would be the biohazard that he had talked with Thad about for over a week. He wanted it between his navel and cock and to have just the very tips of the top horseshoe poking above his low rider jeans. The red inner ring interlocked with the three black horseshoes giving it a tribal look. Thad shaved his pubic hair off before starting in. Ric’s cock was hard the entire time Thad worked on the tattoo. He wasn’t sure if it was the excitement of getting the biohazard tat, hearing the guys take turns breeding Shane, or wanting to feel Thad’s cock fuck him like he had fucked Shane. Once Thad finished his work, he gave Ric instructions on caring for it until it healed. “It’s going to be difficult since its in an area you usually have tight clothes on. Use these bandages to keep the area protected and moisturized and you’ll be fine. Now lets get you guys back to the shop.” Thad said and then whispered to Ric “We’re going to knock Shane out. He can’t know where the club meeting place is.” Ric nodded and the two walked back over to the main area. Ric grabbed his clothes and put them on and watched two guys unlock and lift Shane off the bench. Ric looked down and there was a huge puddle of cum where Shane had shot and another one further back where the cum had dripped out of his ass while he was being fucked. One guy used a towel to wipe Shane down before they helped him get back into his clothes. Once he was dressed Tony put a rag over Shane’s face and Ric watched Shane struggle a bit until he was passed out and limp again. Ric noted where they were when he walked outside and got into the van with Tony, Derrick and Shane. They drove back to the shop and Thad unlocked the door and they all went inside. Tony laid Shane out in Thad’s tattoo chair and they used the salts again to wake him up. Tony and Derrick left and Ric and Thad waited for Shane to fully come to. They pulled the hood off and soon Shane was awake. “Fuck, dude. What happened? I had this wild dream. I… I think it was a dream. Why’s my ass so sore?” Shane asked. “It wasn’t a dream, Shane. You were the lucky bystander for a little club initiation I had” said Ric. Thad just smiled at Shane and nodded. He wasn’t going to add anything that Ric didn’t want to tell him. When Ric finished, Thad pulled out some sketches. “These are a few ideas I came up with based on what you sent me. Does it cover what you wanted?” Thad asked. Shane and Ric looked them over and Shane pointed out what he liked on each. Ric kept quiet letting Shane decide what to get. After a lot of discussion and a few more sketches, Shane asked “Before we go much farther, how much is something going to cost?” “Well, I think I can probably give you the club discount now. You’re not really in yet, but after today’s event I’m pretty sure its just a matter of time. And not much time either, from what I hear Ric’s been giving you” Thad said. Thad wrote a number down on a slip of paper and handed it to Shane. “I know you don’t live around here, so getting up here is kind of difficult. I normally would do something like this in two sessions. First an outline and then fill it in on the second visit. We can do it that way or all in one long sitting. I’d block out three to four hours if we do it in one day. We’d have to take a few breaks in the middle.” “That’s just a about what I have saved up, but I can do it. I guess the next question is when? Next week?” Shane asked. “Which day were you thinking about? I do have some time available next week” Thad said. “How about Tuesday. I can get up here after school on Tuesday and Thursday. I would have to do it all at one time. If anyone sees it part way done, it could cause a lot of problems and I might not be able to get the rest of it done for a while” Shane said. “Tuesday at 5? That should work. You can get all of the money by then?” Thad inquired. “Yeah, I should be good by then” Shane said. Ric and Shane got up and started towards the door. “See you Tuesday” Shane said while walking awkwardly. He had gotten pretty good at walking with the plug in his ass, but now his whole body hurt. They got in the car and started driving back towards home. “That really wasn’t a dream?” asked Shane. “Nope. You really got fucked by a group of poz guys. Ten of them” replied Ric. “I remember someone saying ‘AIDS’. Did that really happen?” asked Shane after a few minutes. “Yeah, five of the guys have AIDS. I hope you were really serious about getting infected, cuz this probably guaranteed it” Ric said. “Yeah, I am. It just seems surreal that something like that happened. If I wasn’t so sore, I would have insisted that it was a dream” Shane replied. Ric got home exhausted and tried not to let his parents look at him too much and notice. He saw his dad on the couch looking like hell with a blanket wrapped around him. “You ok, dad?” he asked. “I think I’m coming down with something, but I’ll be fine” his dad replied. Ric went to his room and sent off a text message to Joe “Think I have my first one ;)”

Thanks for your comments guys. Here's Part 2. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Relief flooded over me. The decision was made. I was knocked up, had experienced the morning sickness and had joined the brotherhood of poz men. Nothing could take away my membership so I embraced it, loved it, and was determined to do my best in sharing it with others by gifting them, regardless of whether or not the guys wanted it. Showered and feeling newly energized, my cock bounced with every heartbeat becoming painfully hard with the need to breed, so much so strings of clear venomous pre-cum drooled onto the wooden floor boards leaving a toxic slippery snail trail as I walked about. Upon checking my laptop I found several replies to my advertisement, one of which answers, one in particularly captured my attention. The individual replying posted under the name tag ‘Seeks Scorpion Sting’ and simply stated “Hot TOP jock wants POZZING." My cock jumped and twitched as more pre-cum oozed out as I typed "What u looking 4, jock.” The reply was virtually instantaneous. “Being fucked raw, status important. Unmediated HVL POZ.” I could barely breathe. My dick was rock hard as I thought 'Should I go to him or just to fuck my bf off by fucking this stranger here in our bed'? I made my decision and replied “Here’s my cell number and address ___________________." He immediately then logged off. 'Fuck it, too bold, too brazen, damn!' I thought to myself only to hear my phone ring. Glancing at the screen, I didn't recognize the number, and as I was thoroughly pissed off the guy apparently had bailed, I almost ignored the call, but instead, taking a deep breath, I answered with a curt "Yes?” “I’ll be there in 15 minutes POZ Daddy” a voice answered, but before I can speak he clicked off, and to my amazement, true to his word, in 15 minutes my doorbell rang. Now naked, my steel hard cock leading the way, I opened the door and found a twenty something Nordic Adonis, about my height of around 6’3”, his white T barely concealing a muscular body with his long length silky shorts giving no indication of what he was packing between his legs. Confidently he stepped into our house, initially kissing me lightly, then more vigorously as our hands frantically explored each other, and as my slimy, cum-smelling cock smeared copious amounts of toxic pre-cum all over his now tented shorts. Just as my hands slid down under the waistband of his shorts, grazing the valley between his ass cheeks, his right hand firmly gripped my pulsing cock as he murmured "Lead me to the bedroom.” Once there I pushed him onto the bed, back first, grabbed his ankles, forcing his knees against his chest, which, of course, left his winking hole exposed and his beautiful thick hard-on unattended. Positioning myself against his ass, my cock brushed against his seemingly virginal pucker. I was hot and hard more than willing to tease his hole. This was soooo not my norm. I had definitely changed. I bend forward and devour his ass. There’s no other word for it – my tongue, my rough stubble and occasionally my teeth – I feel the need to eat that hole from the inside out. He bucks against me as my thick tongue dives in deep slurping making loud wet noises that makes him moan, “Oh yeah mmmm” The boy goes to stroke his cock but I beat him to it and bat his hand away. “Leave it! Concentrate on pleasuring MY cock not yours! I hiss I circle around the rim on his tasty boyhole, then spear in with my curled tongue, rubbing my stubbled chin scratching over his hole making it red and sore, then my tongue again, licking and lapping and then a sudden unexpected bite on one ass cheek and then other then pull those rosy cheeks as far apart as possible pulling the boys ass as open as I could. I’d never eaten ass like this before, and I was in heaven, he on the other hand was in hell, it was making him crazy for me to fuck him. Oh.. please... oh!” he was gasping between my tongue lashings. Pre-cum flowed from my piss slit like a tap turned full on leaving a pool of poison on the duvet cover. I pull back just a little. “Please, what?” “Please!” he gasped, “Please fuck me!” He moves his hand and pushes a single finger against his spit-slick pucker, and groans again. “Please!” “Hope that’s enough spit, boy because that’s all you’re getting.” I’m enjoying this new me. “Look into my eyes boy and don’t look away I want see the moment you first feel my deadly POZ cock enter you.” I looked up at him, losing myself in his youthful brilliance and rub my slick cock up and down his furry crack before my mushroom head hits bulls eye, his hole. I push, pressure mounting as I start to press in past his ass lips. His hole offers surprisingly little resistance as my cock quickly presses into his sphincter stretching it open across my bulbous head. “Ooooo, Aaawwwwwow..I feel every vein, mmmmmm, every, mmmmm, contour of your fat cock as it slides, urggh, deeper and mmmmmmm deeper into my hole” is his running commentary as finally, all eight inches had sunk in and my pubes rested against his pale furry cheeks. “You feel that boy? Feel how easily my POZ cock slid into your hole? You’re no Top, just a hole made for taking loads you should never have been able to take this fat POZ cock so easily.” I flex my diseased cock deep inside depositing yet more radioactive venom, “You like having my POZ cock inside you boy?” “Yes.” “You want me to fuck you now?” “Yes.” “Breed you?” “Yes” “Yes what?” “Please I want you to fuck and breed me with your POZ cock.” “Your wish is my command.” I lean over him, pressing down my mouth to his own. It was less like a kiss and more like possession and domination as my tongue enters his mouth and flex my cock once again before kissing him back fiercely once more and oh so slowly withdraw my cock until the head begins to push his ass lips wide again and wait. Then I pushed, inexorable, not fast but without pause and inch by inch, I felt his body open even though he tried to rock back away from my invading cock. “It’s so thick, so large” The boy says “Yeah boy, eat that up.” I bucked and pushed in twisting as much as I could. “I’m more stretched and full than I’ve ever been”, he says as his eyes start watering, breathing in short bursts, trying to catch his breath. “Good boy…..now take IT” as I ram in as the words leave my mouth. His voice wobbled in response, “Y-esss S…i…r” as he thrashes about under me as I pick up speed with raged rough shoves in and out of his hole. He yelps, I kiss and I swallow the boy’s cries and notice his erection had subsided leaving his once gorgeous cock now lying impotent across his groin I pull my cock from his hole in the same slow deliberate manor that I had pressed it in, allowing the head to pop out too and then with the same inescapable pressure slid back inside and I sense jolts of electric pulse through his hole as the bulging head and veins on my cock push home. I started groaning telling him to I’m going to fuck him in earnest before all of a sudden slamming the full length of my cock into him with the entire force of my body behind it. He screamed. Then it was on, keeping my promise of wrecking his hole. I had never fucked like that, I had never felt so connected to someone, I had never wanted someone as much as I wanted him in those moments. The room became hot and the smell of cum and sex filled the air, I felt beads of sweat drip from my face as my bucking body rammed into him but neither of us cared. The sound of slapping flesh combined with we sloppy squish of his hole was the only sound in the room save for the occasional whimper as my cock forced its way past his second sphincter. I was a beast, hammering away full force at his hole for nearly twenty minutes never missing a beat before…, “I’m about to change your life boy. I’m going to flood your guts with the first of many POZ loads.” “Yeah give me your POZ load,” he pleaded red faced and panting “Here it comes.” As with one final lunge I bottomed out, as the head of my flexing cock bursts past his second sphincter, my load firing deep into his guys. I swear that load was massive and more powerful than any before as I roared, finished cumming and ground my cock deeper into him, working my load to where it could do the most damage. “Oh my god,” he panted, “That was amazing.” “Don’t worry boy, there’s plenty more where that came from,” as I flexed my still hard cock inside him. We shift on the bed as I swear I hear a sound come from the outside? Or was it our front door? I don’t hear anything else expect our hearts thumping as we momentarily recover. “Let’s see how many loads get pumped into your hole to make sure it takes.” Slowly, I begin to fuck him again as my cock never went down or left his battered hole. “feel good boy? I ask as I set out with a slow rhythm and start to pick up speed. The second load was going to take a little longer until I gripped him tight and whispered in his ear “You like riding the death stick thats gonna get knocked you up?” “Please daddy, POZ ME UP!” And with that I was panting raggedly and my balls were retracting. It was time. “I'm pozzing you all over again, cum slut!” The boy was being fucked raw by a complete stranger who's rock hard cock was utterly turned-on. I knew nothing about this boy, nothing, but I fucked more, driven on by an inate sense of generalized revenge. His hole burned around my dick, as I changed pace, giving him a few more rough thrusts as my balls prepared to to blow another load deep in his flooded hole "I'm getting real close-- where do you want me to cum?" I asked, without breaking my pace. He didn't answer. Again I asked "I'm about to blow, man - where do you want it?" He, however, was totally blissed out, eyes closed, laying there, his soft cock expanding as I repeatedly slammed into his prostate, only to have him suddenly exclaim "Oh, Fuuuuuuuuuck!" as perhaps his last negative jizz spurted from his throbbing cock. I was in heaven as his ass had clamped down, squeezing my deathstick, massaging its toxic cargo out, but he wasn't done, he had one trick left up his sleeve. “Convert me,” he plead, adding “I want your toxic cum, to take every lethal swimmer you have. Knock me up, man!” That was it. I pounded even harder, slamming deeper, completely withdrawing with each out stroke, with the result that on one such out stroke, my cum shot all over his crotch, but it also meant that when I plunged back in, I also blew balls-deep in his hole. Of course I continued stabbing his hole forcefully until my climax finally subsided and utterly involuntarily I collapsed on top of the boy, squeezing the air out of his lungs. When I had caught my breath I slowly withdrew, rather carefully almost, and then rolled back on my haunches to survey the damage. Cum was dribbling out of the boy’s puffy hole, cum which was pink with streaks of red plop oozing onto the duvet. Leaning forward, I slid my fingers deep in his cunt and relished finding gobs of mixed diseased spunk and ass juices which I fed him from my fingers. From behind my back the bedroom door creaked open, and I heard clapping and the enthusiastic praise of my boyfriend calling “Way to go Harry!”