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------- Chapter 2.3 - Dumping A Big One ------- In the morning, Kyle got up first and soon the smell of bacon cooking pulled Joe and Ric out of the bedroom. As they ate breakfast, Joe said "I thought we'd spend a few hours down at the pool and scope the guys out. There always seem to be a ton of guys on the apps cruising around here and we haven't had a chance to meet many of our neighbors." Almost everyone in the pool area stared at them when they walked past the gate. A few guys were in the pool, several on lounge chairs and surprisingly, the hot tub was empty. Joe set the cooler down and tossed his towel on a nearby chair. Kyle and Ric both dropped their towels on the same chair and looked around. A sea of eyes looked back at them as they slowly climbed into the tub. They each cracked a beer open and after a few sips, Joe picked up his phone. "27 guys within 500 feet. Looks like everyone at the pool is lookin" Joe said. Kyle kept fidgeting around, trying to find a comfortable position. "Fuck! My ass is still sore, Ric. You gotta knock guys up with just one fuck like that" Kyle said before he finished off his beer. Ric smiled and said "Not everyone gets fucked like that, but I got a good track record. From the way you fucked my face, I thought you wanted it rough. But... When I try to poz a guy, I like giving em a few doses, just to make sure. Joe looks pretty good for being a grampa a dozen times over." "I would have thought it was more than that, Ric. A sexy guy like you should be able to charge a lot of guys up" Joe said, looking up from his phone. "I only count ones I do by myself. I don't include the other half of the swim team, Marcus, the client Paul and I did or other group fucks. I had a part, but I can't claim credit for those guys. I had a couple months where almost everyone I fucked was on prep, that kept the numbers down too. And there's one time hookups or clients that I have no idea if I tagged them or not" Ric said, scanning around the pool area and feeling his cock get harder. Joe chuckled and nodded. "Speaking of which, have you started doing jobs out here yet? I know Paul was eager to do another job with you, which is pretty rare since I know he's really picky" Joe said as he kept flipping through his phone. "Not yet. I got a new number and passed it to a few people like Paul and Rawson. I need to call them back though since both said they wanted to talk. I've just been busy with school" Ric said, slowly getting out of the tub. As Ric dried off, Joe said "Yeah, you have the right priorities. You can't escort your whole life. I've found I have a lot more fun with the gigs now that there's no pressure to make money from them to eat and pay bills. And someone seems to be really horny when I come home from a client stinking of sex." "Guilty" Kyle said before laughing. "Is there a bathroom down here? I gotta piss" Ric asked. Joe gave him directions while Ric finished drying himself off and he headed into the building. He stood at the urinal pissing when a guy came in a minute later. He took the next urinal and began to pee too. "You and your friends are lookin hot over there. Are you new here?" the guy asked. Ric looked over and saw a muscled guy, who was a few inches taller than him, and smiled. He had a large tattoo on his back and another on his leg with a firm bubble butt in between. The guy's head was shaved like his face and a pair of grey eyes with a big smile that looked back at him. "The other guys just moved in. I'm visiting for the weekend" Ric said as the stream slowed to a drip. He shook his cock and then let go of the foreskin before stuffing it back into his trunks. "I hope you visit a lot. We can always use more sexy guys around here" the guy said, as he finished his piss. Both backed away before turning to face each other. They checked each other out, their eyes looking up and down. The other guy moved closer and rubbed his hand over Ric's bulge and smiled back at him. "This feels like more than a mouthful" he said before he slid a few fingers into the top of Ric's trunks. He pulled Ric into the one stall and sat down on the toilet, tugging Ric's trunks back down. "Fuck. Hung and loaded, huh?" the guy said as he lifted the stiffening shaft up and wrapped his lips around the end. Slowly he took more of Ric's cock into his mouth and worked his tongue around the hard shaft. Ric knew he was no stranger to giving head and soon had his hand on the back of the cocksucker's head. Control moved to Ric and he started to plow into the guy's mouth. He listened to make sure they weren't going to get interrupted, since the stall door was wide open and Ric's could feel the breeze on his ass. "Yeah... I hope you like playing with fire" Ric said quietly. The guy froze and pulled himself back before looking up at Ric's face. Ric saw the conflicted look in the guy's face and smiled back at him. "A blowjob is pretty safe, but I kinda want that sweet ass too" Ric said and watched the guy's eyes open wide. The guy started to suck Ric's cock again and it wasn't long before he was plowing into his throat. Any hesitance began to fade away and when his balls slapped on to the guy's chin he wondered if he was going to fuck or just dump his load down the guy's throat. A few minutes later, Ric moved his hands to either side of the guy's head and pushed him away until the partially covered cockhead was just inside his lips. He tugged and drove balls deep into the muscle guy's throat. "Mmmm, I bet that ass would feel even better than your throat" Ric said, chuckling after. His cock inched it's way back until it popped free. Ric let go of the guy's head and moved his hand to his thick bicep, giving a gentle tug. Seconds later, the guy was turned around and bracing against the wall. Ric tugged on the guy's white speedo and as it hit the floor, the guy stepped out and spread his legs like he'd done many times before. Ric had dropped his trunks to the floor too and began to kneel. His hands spread the guy's butt apart and Ric looked in at the tender, pink hole. With not a hair in sight, Ric pressed his face in, running his tongue along the crevice. A few flicks over the pucker caused the guy to moan and slowly the hole started to relax. Ric got a little more aggressive and jabbed his tongue in. His finger joined the fun and he alternated his slick tongue and the long finger. Once he was opened a little, a second finger began poking in. The moans got louder and Ric began to twist the pair. The moan stopped and Ric was sure he heard "Please fuck me" before he began again. He plunged both fingers in and twisted them quickly before he pulled them free and stood up. His rigid shaft was nestling against the spit covered hole, dripping precum into the ring. Ric leaned over, wrapping his arm around the bottom's chest and pressed in. He heard the guy gasp and then pushed again. A few more tries and the head squeezed past the ring as the bottom continued with short, fast gasps. "Surprised you're this tight. Your mouth felt a lot more experienced with thick meat" Ric said softly, his hips working his cock deeper. When the moans turned to groans he pulled back and dripped more spit down and leaned back against the guy's back. Ric jabbed in a few times, pumping another inch in each time. "Fuck! There's more?" the bottom cried out. "Yeah, just a bit. You can take it" Ric whispered in his ear. A few more stabs and his hips were planted against the firm butt. "See?" Ric said as he felt the guy's chest heave. He began to roll his hips, letting the strokes get longer and longer until three quarters of his shaft was plowing in and out. The hole seemed to get a little looser and slicker so Ric began to drill harder into the unprotected tunnel. Grunts and groans had replaced all of the other sounds the guy had been making and soon Ric was grunting along with him. His balls were churning and and soon his cock started to throb. Ric shoved in hard and let his balls start to flood the guy's chute. The spurts were strong and Ric felt the warm cream envelop his cock. The bottom gasped loudly and then whimpered, realizing he had just been bred with a potentially viral load. Ric stood there, the throbbing from his shaft fading slowly until he felt the guy's hole spasm around it. A couple small pulses added more cum to the muscle guy's cunt. A moan returned briefly followed by "Oh fuck." He felt the guy shiver and Ric let go of him, standing up and dragging his still hard cock out of the sloppy hole. Ric backed away from the stall and picked up his trunks, pulling them on. The guy did the same with his speedo, but didn't have the problem of stuffing a thick, semi-hard cock into them, like Ric did. The bottom breathed deep a few times and turned around, glancing over at Ric with a shocked expression. He didn't say anything more, but walked out of the bathroom with Ric a few paces behind. Ric chuckled to himself as they got close to the pool, seeing a pink spot start to form on the back of the guy's white speedo. He grabbed another beer and climbed into the hot tub between Joe and Kyle. "You were gone a long time. Did you dump a big one?" Joe asked, smiling back at Ric. "You could say that" Ric replied, laughing.

This is a day we should send our thoughts Eastward, to our brothers (ok, sisters too) in the Ukraine. Whatever your beliefs on a wide range of issues, there are men in terrible danger, men who are indeed our "brothers", men we cannot spare. We need all of us to be safe, secure, and alive. No doubt there are Russian soldiers too, pressed into their armed forces who will be lost. They too are important. Today, and in the coming weeks, ALL lives matter.

More winter weather in Dallas and the icy roads makes hook ups impossible. Went out yesterday at lunch before the roads got bad and went to Paris, a nearby ABS. Got nailed by a hung Latino guy there for a quickie, came in me twice. Was there a while longer and swapped with a chubby late 20s/early 30s guy. He wanted to wrap but didn’t have condoms and neither did I. Was too lazy to go up front and get some, said we could start out bare but wound up taking my load after all. He had no problem unloading in me of course. Gotta love lazy pigs like him who give up and give in.

Several weeks back my chiropractor recommended that I get back into the great habit of massage therapy. They recommended a local person who was skilled at the kind of relaxation I needed before coming to get my adjustment. Taking this recommendation, I opted to go try them out. It'd been several months since my last massage and the gal I was going to was now booking 2 months in advance she was so busy. So I hoped this new referral would pan out and get me in a lot sooner. I called the office and found out that they had openings just hours before my chiropractic adjustment was going to take place, so I booked a nice early one that would allow me to get back home and relax more. When I arrived at the place it looked like a more traditional ranch home than a massage therapy clinic. I went to the front door and was greeted by a gentleman. He told me he usually works out of a brick and mortar clinic, but that occasionally he moves his clients to his place instead. So we sat and talked about my needs, how often I'd had massage therapy before, specific issues and such and then was shown back to a room where he had things set up much like I've found in other massage therapy studios - tranquil music, dim lighting, standard massage table, even a small waterfall fountain. It was quite peaceful. So he told me he'd give me a moment and be back and to undress to my "comfort level." This is all pretty standard stuff for massage therapists. Just as I was starting to undress I got a text from a friend that was kind of urgent, so I answered it quick and then went back to undressing. I was down to just my tight black jogging pants and my usual pair of black winter weight opaque tights underneath, plus underwear. As I was just slipping out of my pants the therapist walked in. There I was in my tights only with underwear under them. "Oh man I'm sorry I thought you'd be done by now," he said and closed the door. Another minute later and I was done and on the table waiting when he came in. "Gee I'm sorry I knocked and didn't hear anything so I just came in." I told him it was okay. I didn't hear a knock, but then again I was removing my tight undershirt at the time and might have not heard it. So we got started. I was face up on the table - pretty standard - and getting my neck and upper back/shoulders worked on. He asked the usual questions about pressure, about specific areas in there I had touched on before, etc. Then he moved on to my arms and then on to my legs. It was a pretty quiet session, which was okay and sometimes pretty common as I don't tend to talk much on an initial visit. "So I just have to ask, do you always wear tights," he inquired. I told him that I have a family history of DVT and these specific ones are a light compression fabric made to help stimulate blood flow and work from the thighs down. What I didn't say was that they also are very silky and make me feel quite sexy and slutty under my tight pants. He was a bit quiet then before asking his next question. "So no other reason, just the veins and compression?" Not really thinking I responded, "Yeah but nothing you'd be interested in I'm sure." He finished my legs and had me flip over, draping the sheet so I could move and turn over face down. He adjusted the face cradle a bit after seeing how I was not quite right in it and then went back to my legs. "So how long have you been wearing them," he asked. I told him how I'd started to wear similar tights since 2013 when my father was diagnosed with DVT and finding out that with what he did now for a living I was probably headed in the same direction, as well as having more issues because of numerous injuries due to athletics to my knees and ankles as a teenager. "Well it seems to be working. Not a hint of spider veins or other issues that can often be seen on the ankles and legs." He paused for a moment and then said, "Especially for someone whose legs are totally hairless." Now the little flirt in me kind of kicked in, as I was feeling more relaxed and comfortable. "Bet you don't see many men with such hairless legs, do you?" There was a bit of silence. "No, in fact you're only the 2nd since I started doing this." He was now working on my hips and around my cheeks of my ass. Without thinking I let out a little bit of a moan. "That's a good spot," he asked. I responded, "Yeah I had a bit of a rough time the other evening and it feels really good to get that area loose again." Then his next response really struck me, "Hopefully not too loose." It didn't even dawn on me, but he was flirting back and he obviously was either gay or bisexual. As he got into my lower back he pulled my underwear down a little lower than most therapists do, but I didn't think much of it until I discovered why. He was hitting around my tailbone, and moving muscles and tension from my low back downward. Again, a little moan escaped as his hands felt so good doing this. "I feel a lot of tension down here," he said. "Yes, cramped quarters. Having to bend and hold myself in a rather unnatural position, but it's worth it," I said. Now I was really flirting to see if he'd take the subtle hint I tossed. He did. "Yeah sometimes us guys get ourselves into all sorts of positions trying to enjoy ourselves, don't we," he chuckled. I kind of moved my ass up a bit, like I was getting ready to accept a man's cock in it, then relaxed. Again, more heavy flirting to see if he'd take the bait. "So do you get yourself into this position often?" Then I chuckled, "Over the past few weeks yes. But I do so enjoy my work." As he walked around the table I had lifted up my head from the face cradle and could see that he had a rather pronounced bit of manhood in his pants and it was quite aroused. Probably semi-hard looking back on things, but still very solid. He then put some hot stones on my back and began to work them in slowly. "Too hot?" Again, more heavy flirting from me, "Oh no, I like things hot." He paused for a moment as if wondering dare he go further. "Like hot food ... or ... something else," he asked. I reached out my hands and arms from along the side of the table as if I was stretching a bit, but actually it was on purpose to touch his legs yet make it look like an accident. "Oh definitely something else. Oh sorry, got some leg there." He kept working and we kept flirting pretty good. At this point I knew he was interested in me and I was sure interested in him. After the rocks came off I made another really bold comment, "Oh I was just enjoying those hot, hard, solid rocks. I feel so loose." He chuckled and again made a reference to me "not being too loose" in the right places. "Well maybe sometime next session you can explore that," I said, really dropping a hint. As he finished up on my back he had me turn over again onto my back, something I'd never had done before. "Well the session is over, but who says we need to wait?" I reached up and took this as what it was ... an invitation for me to make the move. I did by pulling him closer and kissing his lips. His kiss was so sweet. "Damn when I saw you standing there in those sexy tights I was just hoping that something like this might happen," he said. We kissed more. "Your innuendos were subtle at first," I said, "but not too subtle. But I'll have you know I usually keep my pantyhose on when we start this. But this time, I just need ..." I reached for his crotch and caressed his dick. "This." He untied his pants and dropped them to his ankles, allowing me full access to such a beautiful piece of man meat. He began to feed it to me and I took it into my throat as far as my gag reflex would allow, then just kept sucking on it making it larger, longer, stronger and thicker. My gawd he had one incredible fuck tool! The largest I'd taken prior was a black man, so this was quite a find! "I have only done this once in all the years I've been a therapist and ..." I stopped him right there. "I'm the one who instigated this. Besides, I'd never tell not if I want more of what's taken place AND what I hope is coming." My hot therapist then reached over and took a bottle off his tables and began to finger my ass with it, getting me so wet so quick. And nicest thing of all, it was actually warming too. My pussy was feeling VERY warm and ripe for a hot cock to fuck it. "Damn you are nice and tight. I'm going to enjoy stretching this pussy out and making it beg for another massage soon." By now he was probably at his maximum - so close to 9", maybe longer, balls so swollen and trimmed nicely and no idea how thick, but gawd it was thick! "Ruin me. Put this beautiful manhood in me and just ruin me," I begged. He helped me off the table and he had me squat near it, spread my legs and placed his incredible mushroom head against my entrance and began to slowly invade me. By this time I was just moaning and begging for him to put it in, put it in deep, make me take every luscious inch and ruin my pussy. It took an entire five minutes before i had him all the way in balls deep and I swear I've NEVER taken such a big, thick stud in me! It was then I was glad I was in a private place because the moan of intense and extreme ecstasy would have alerted people for several yards! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWD," I cried out putting his name at the end. "If you don't fuck me untnil my eyes roll into the back of my skull and I pass out I will NEVER forgive you!" For the next 20 minutes he did just that. It was an incredible blend of a robotic jackhammer just annihilating my pussy with a passionate man truly enjoying what I was offering him - no begging him - to use. I say begging because the entire conversation from me was all about "use me fuck me make me scream" in between lots of moans and cries of pure pleasure. I know I was making a precum mess all over his floor too but I could not help nor control myself. For the first time ever a man was fucking me and I had no lingerie, panties, stockings or anything feminine on. I just was enjoying every moment of this hot stud using me - and bareback too - from start to the eventual finish. I could feel my eyes hitting the back of my skull, just as I think his dick was hitting some wall deep inside me where no man had ever reached. It was both painful yet pleasureful because of the fact no cock that I could recall had ever struck me so deep. My hands just kept reaching back to touch the legs of the man fucking me so beautifully and so powerfully. All I could think about was the moment I was in and making it last as long as possible. And then I said it ... "My gawd if you don't impregnate me I'll pass out! Fuck me put your baby in me and make me a bred bitch!" Once more my passions for hot sex coaxed another man to pump harder, stronger and give me what I needed. And my gawd did he give it to me. His fingers, so strong, grabbed onto my hips as he emptied into my pussy and let me feel his forceful ejaculation of baby batter too. I've felt men cum inside me, but this was a feeling I'd never felt! I guess him reaching deeper into me made a difference, but all I know is I loved it and needed it ... again! "I know that was not very professional of me but," he tried to say before I cut him off again. "No lover. I encouraged this. I wanted this. Gawd now I know I needed this! I needed to feel a man want me as a man - not my usual alter ego in silk, satin and nylon." I explained to him about my rape in 2001, about the training from female dominants, about the men who had all fucked me as my feminine side in drag, about only just discovering I was fully attracted to men and wanted men now for the rest of my life as lovers. As he was pulling out I turned around and kissed him so passionately and thanked him. He left to clean up while I got dressed. I took my time, wanting him to watch me slip into my tights to see if it'd arouse him or not. It did. He liked it very much! So we made a deal - I'd never speak about his "improper conduct" and he'd continue to see me every week - three times a week just to fuck and once as a client for the massage and then, if we had the timing right, a little deep massage of my pussy with his dick. I have to say I walked out a little different. My stride was a bit off as I felt like my hole was still gaping from his incredible cock. But also I think it was having had the best fuck of my life and feeling good about myself that a man wanted me and not my feminine clothing as a fetish. Four hours later I had my chiropractic appointment and was asked if the referral was a good one. I just smiled and said, "oh yes." I get to see my stud again in exactly a week for two full hours of sex.

Hello everyone, thanks for the nice comments. The account I used to post the first part has been blocked for now. The administrator felt the story did not fit in chem fiction and moved it to the bi/straight section. As a result, my account is blocked until March 4. I have sent an email to the administrator for this but get no response. Despite this, I have continued to write the story and part 2 and part 3 are now finished. So that is why I am posting this now under a different name. Part 2 can be found below and I hope you like it. If you have any fun ideas for the rest of the story let me know. Part 2 the preparation Jack entered the room. Brad who was still tied up on the bed looked at Jack and floundered violently on the bed hoping to get loose. Try it, go wild it doesn't matter anyway you will never get loose said Jack. It makes it all the more fun for me to convert you. Despite the ball in his mouth you could still hear no never from the mouth of Brad. Jack grinned, you are not my first boy nor will you be my last. When I'm done with you will beg me to empty my fat cock into your ass, you'll beg me to swallow my seed and you'll want to please me so much that you'll be willing to do anything for me. Brad began to cry out why and tears ran down his cheeks. Jack was laughing loudly with the crying and yelling Brad. Why, well I'll explain it to you. We picked you very specifically, our clients are looking for athletic studs who have been transformed. They love to humiliate former pussy lovers, drug them and fuck their butts open. You fit the bill completely. Angel first gained your trust and made sure she could control your entire life without anyone starting to look for you. Let's get down to it, I'm looking forward to it. Because I love to see a transformation happen, it brings me great pleasure and delight to see my work bear fruit. The light was turned on in the room and Brad could now see the room clearly for the first time. Everywhere he saw attributes lying around. The walls were lined with chains, whips, ropes there were several benches with all kinds of sizes of dildos and cone shaped things. He saw rings lying pliers, and other weird looking instruments. In the corner he saw a shower and a toilet. In the middle there were different kinds of benches with holes in them on the side there was a cross there hung a cloth attached to the ceiling with 4 chains. Next to the bed there was a table with syringes and needles, different kinds of bottles of pills and lubricants. He also saw gas masks and armor. On the other wall he saw pumps hanging rollers with spikes on them, he saw clamps hanging and on the ceiling and on the walls he will attachment points to hang chains. In front of the bed was a large flat screen on a wheeled base. With most things he could imagine what they were for but with some things he really had no idea. Jack went to the table where the syringes were and picked up a bottle of lube. He positioned himself on the bed and put an amount of lube on his fingers and without warning shove it up Brad's ass. Brad tried to spar against it but it didn't have much effect. Jack was in complete control and Brad tied up nothing starting against the burly Jack. Brad cried out in pain, it was the first time he had fingers in his ass and his exciting pussy was giving him a huge pain jolt from the brutal invasion. A grin came to Jack's face. Soon you will get hot he said first it will burn and then for the first time you will experience what it feels like to have an empty pussy. Jack withdrew his fingers and Brad still shouting no no no no please stop. He felt the burning in his ass come on. What are you guys doing stop this he yelled. Not that Jack really understood what he was yelling or cared. After a few minutes the burning sensation began to ebb away and Brad looked around with fear. Jack had gone to the wall and was taking a gas mask from the wall. Brad felt a tingling sensation rise in his ass, he didn't know what it was but he indeed felt an empty feeling in his ass. Fight it, Fight it you won't let yourself be used he was telling himself. Jack stood beside the bed and took the gag out of Brad's mouth. Finally the damn ball was out of his mouth, he started calling for help as loud as he could. Jack grinned, yell as loud as you can slut no one can hear you. I am not your slut, untie me and let me go. If you let me go now I won't tell anyone what happened here. I will not untie you and you will not tell anyone either said Jack you will be here for a long time and when we are done will want to tell everyone how proud you are of your new life and status. Brad tried to say something back but the Tina began to overpower his thoughts and his ass was clamoring to be filled. Oh what do we see there said Jack is the Tina starting to do his job. No cried Brad, I will never transform I am a real guy a guy who fucks women. We will see about that said Jack and with some difficulty placed the gas maker on Brad's head. Brad yelled for him to take off the mask but Jack took a pipe and some crystals and melted them and inhaled the white smoke. He blew it into the hose of the gas mask and then held it closed. He repeated this several times and little by little Brad's cries hushed. His body stopped struggling and he began to moan lightly. Jack stroked Brad's nipples and saw that he was beginning to squirm on the bed. He stroked his cock and heard Brad moan lightly. Then he put some more special lube on his fingers and inserted them into Brad's pussy without any opposition from Brad. Brad moaned and between moans you could still hear stop, I don't want this. The gas mask was taken off and the flat screen turned on, a movie began to play. Brad saw a young guy like him lying on a bed where there were several men standing around and fucking the boy. The boy was also sucking some cocks and you could hear he was enjoying it. Brad got headphones on and heard the boy being fucked moaning and asking to be fucked more and harder, he too heard someone talking in the background saying in a sweet tone that he was a slut a penis loving whore who wants nothing more than to suck real men's cock, a slut who gets his pussy fucked and filled with seed, a whore who lets himself be used. Jack left the room, leaving Brad alone with the movie and headphones. This will help bring him closer to his transformation, I have seen it happen several times and this time will be no different. Brad tried not to look but because his head was fixed he could only close his eyes. The headphones made sure he still heard the constant moaning and the soft voice that was imprinting on him that he was a slut. The chems caused him to become aroused by the moans and his ass to scream to be filled. He tried to tell himself that he was straight and that he could resist but after a few minutes he could no longer control himself and started watching the movie anyway. He saw the young man being pimped on all sides. Even though he found it horrifying to watch, deep down he felt a strange sense of longing. He tried to banish the thoughts from his mind but the sound of the moaning and the voice in the background took over from his own thoughts. An hour later, the chems began to lose power, the movie continued to play and Brad could resist more of what he was being shown. He try to break free again but quickly felt that it would not work. Jack came back into the room and turned on the light. Untie me cried Brad, I will never do what you are showing me here, never. Jack remained silent for a moment took off the headphones and opened a bottle of Getorade, you need to drink he said, because you have been lying here for a while. We don't want you to get dehydrated. Brad indeed had a dry mouth but didn't know if he would drink from the bottle. He refused, but Jack pinched his nose shut and poured the bottle into his mouth. Brad started to gag but still drank the bottle half empty. It tasted strange, surely something must have been put into the drink he thought. He was right Jack had indeed put GHB in the bottle and Brad would soon find out. Jack took some special lube again and Brad tried to struggle again. You know it's no use friend said Jack, stop resisting and accept your new life. As Jack stuck his fingers with the lube in Brad's pussy Brad cried out no, never. Again he felt that burning sensation and tingling sensation in his ass. Jack took a quick look at his new toy and saw that the Tina was starting to do its job again. Just a little while longer he thought and then the G will be in his system too and we can introduce something for the first time. Brad tried again to fight chems and the feeling that came up his ass. Jack meanwhile was stroking Brad's body to make him a little hornier and was spinning circles around the sphincter. Brad who was trying to fight it had to give in. The G was starting to kick in and he couldn't resist the stimulation of his sphincter. The muscle opened gently and that was the signal for Jack. Look what we have here said Jack. Brad was moaning lightly through the chems and without wanting it to be the same he was enjoying the attention his ass was getting. Jack got up and walked over to the wall where the buttplugs were. He took one of the smallest plugs and went back to the bed. Brad had stopped moaning and started moaning because his pussy was not getting any attention. He saw the plug Jack had in his hands and between moans started saying, no don't , I don't want it. Sure you do said Jack, your pussy is asking for it. Your pussy is starting to open up spontaneously. He took back the lube and put it on the plug and stuck it in Brad's virgin pussy. Brad wanted to work against it but the chems made it impossible. He felt the top of the plug push against his sphincter muscle. Like a miracle the muscle opened up and let the tip of the plug in without any problems. No I don't want this cried Brad and Jack grinned. Your pussy says something else, my friend. Jack pushed the plug a little further and Brad felt his ass being pulled open. A feeling of pain and at the same time of relief came through him. The pain of his muscle being pulled open and relief of his pussy being filled. The plug was pushed deeper and something magical happened for Brad. Suddenly his muscle closed back up as the plug was completely in his ass and he felt a sense of satisfaction. The pain was gone and his tight pussy was completely forming around the plug. Jack took back the headphones and put them back on Brad's head. The soft voice and moans of what was happening on the screen were back. The lights were turned back off and Brad was alone again. This time the feeling was different for Brad. He watched the movie still in horror but he felt his pussy filling the plug. He tried to push the plug out of his ass but he couldn't. He pushed and every time he stopped he felt the plug sucking back into his cunt and that gave him a blissful feeling of fullness, he felt the plug massaging his prostate. Some pre-cum was flowing from his limp dick He felt the wet spot and was shocked by what he saw. This can't be happening he thought, sex between men can't turn me on. I don't want this. But the chems and the plug were doing their job and without even realizing it Brad was moaning and trying to get the plug deeper into his pussy. Each time he did, more pre-cum poured out of his pole. His horniness was beginning to take the upper hand over his thoughts. The longer it went on the more his wall began to break down and the more he began to accept the feeling of a plug in his pussy. He started working his ass so hard to get the plug deeper that without realizing it he had pushed the plug out of his ass. He got an empty feeling in his pussy and even though he wanted to fight it he started to cry out, please help me put it back in. Please put it back in I need it. Jack who was following along in the room next door on the screens saw it happen and started to grimace. He knew something had changed with Brad. He let him call for a moment and then went into the room and came to stand next to Brad took off the headphones. Jack saw the pre-cum on Brad's belly and said laughing a little oh slut did you like the plug in your pussy so much you couldn't hold back. What do you want slut why did you call out. Brad was embarrassed by the moisture on his belly and looked at Jack with doubt, he didn't know what to say. On the one hand he didn't want this but on the other hand he didn't want to continue with this empty feeling in his ass. I euh, I euh . Yes said Jack what do you want. I want to hear you say it all you want, ask me and I'll see what I can do. Brad hesitated and tried to counter but Jack started circling Brad's sphincter again with his finger. Brad couldn't take this anymore and without another thought he said put it back in. What said Jack, what do you want. Put that thing back in my butt see Brad. That thing is a butt plug said Jack and if you want it back you will have to ask nicely. May I please have the plug back said Brad. That's not how you ask it Jack said. You ask it like this: May I please have a plug in my slut ass sir. Brad didn't want to say it but the stimulation of his sphincter, the empty feeling in his cunt and the chems took over. Without another thought the words came out of Brad's mouth and Jack stepped up to the wall and took a larger plug. Brad saw Jack standing there with the bigger plug and wanted to say no but Jack interrupted him by saying he should be glad he got a bigger one and he should thank his master. He asked for it to get a plug back in his ass. Jack smeared some special lube back on the plug and pushed it back into Brad's ass. Brad felt his ass immediately open up and suck the tip of the plug in. He groaned, then he felt the plug was much larger than the previous one and his sphincter was pulled open again. He groaned in pain but Jack had no pity and pushed the plug in fully. Brad felt his muscle close back up and his cunt suck the larger plug tight. Again he felt that burning sensation and after a few minutes he felt his cunt relax and a huge surge of horniness came over him. Jack who remained in the room this time was watching the spectacle. Brad was rubbing his ass on the bed trying to push the plug deeper. Jack positioned himself on the bed and gave a tap to the flat piece of the dildo. A loud moan of pleasure filled the room and Jack pushed against the plug for a moment. He pulled lightly on the plug and then released it again. You could tell Brad was enjoying the new sensation he was discovering. Do you like it slut asked Jack. Brad groaned but remained silent. I asked do you like it slut and Jack gave a firm tap to Brad's ass. Brad gave a moan and said yes I like it. Brad got another smack against his ass. You don't talk to me like that Jack said. You need to learn your place. Again. Do you like it slut. This time Brad didn't hesitate and said Yes sir I like it. Good girl said Jack. We are going to make your pussy enjoy much more he said but you will have to earn it. Brad who was moaning was startled. He felt Jack pull the plug and pull it out of his ass. Because he was doing it so roughly, Brad got a pain shot through his body. But once the plug was out of his cunt the empty feeling came back. Pleas put it back in sir moaned Brad. But Jack refused. It's time you learned that you don't get something for nothing. Brad looked at Jack and everything went through him. His mind as far as he could still think said no, his ass and his body said yes. How far would he be willing to let this go, how long would he be able to resist and how long would he have to stay here. What were they still planning to do with him. He didn't want this but the feeling of a plug in his ass was still so delicious. His mind was completely messed up by the chems and the manipulation he didn't know what to think, say or do anymore. Well slut, what do you say to this said Jack. Will you work for your pleasure.

editor's note. I think this is a weak chapter Pozzed While Cruising 9 I ate some lunch in silence reliving my last week wondering if I was going to poz or not, whether or not I was infecting other guys or not. I sat there in the Union in a booth at the back of the cafe with a full on raging hard on. I knew then my answer was to keep going on. I was having some of the best, sluttiest sex ever in my short 18 years. I was opening myself to a world of any load anytime. I knew I was not going to make it through my last class without getting off, but I hunkered down. I was determined not to cum until I ran into Josh or made it to the last cruise spot of the day. I ran into Josh as I walked to class. I could tell he was a little embarrassed, but we chatted as if nothing happened the night before. It was funny to see girls in class flaunt over him trying to get into his pants, but he seemed to deflect them one by one. He gave me a wry smile and I told him to meet me after class. Class dragged on like you would not believe. The professor droned on and on. He finally wrapped up the class and thank god it was Friday. Josh sat at his desk talking football with one of the guys while he waited for me to make my way to his desk. He brushed off a few bimbo’s. As we made our way out of class. I asked him if he wanted some more of last night's fun, but nearly completely anonymously. He nodded. I said, “follow me!” When we got to the bathroom door where it all began for me. I gave him the lay of the land. I instructed him to take the center stall and if the person next to you taps their foot, that means they want a blowjob. Go from there. I could only hope Jake was already in there or would be here soon. I led Josh into the bathroom and pushed him towards the middle stall. I could see under the last stall that it was Jakes’s shoes under the divider. I had Josh right where I wanted him. I got into my stall and looked underneath and Jake was already tapping his foot and Josh was answering him. Jake was was on his knees in no time with his hung white cock under the divider and Josh was slowly jerking it and getting on his knees to suck him. I was halfway to accomplishing my mission. I had faith in Jake to close the deal. Josh may be the QB stud on the field, but behind closed doors he was just a Jock Twink. Jake had his cock Josh’s mouth, and Josh was really getting into it. He had his pants down around his ankle and was stroking his cock. I heard Jake invite him over to his stall for a more intimate encounter, but Josh hesitated. Jake spoke just above a whisper, “listen QB get your faggot ass in this stall now or else!” Josh did not need to hear anything else. He literally crawled under the divider to be with Jake. I heard some additional slurping from my vantage point. I could see Josh being bent over the toilet and Jake getting behind him. I knew my job was done. I had delivered my first gift to Jake and his crew and I had more planned. I could hear Jake fucking Josh and Josh was loving it. I could hear Jake use the same words on my Josh that he did to me like “gift”, “tainted” and finally “take my poz load QB slut”! Josh took it all. Never once questioning what it all meant. Jake spoke aloud asking if I was still there. I had moved over a stall to watch Josh take Jake’s special gift. He told me to bring QB Slut and be at his apartment within the hour. Josh tried to excuse himself, but a stern look from Jake shut him down. I knew what Josh had in store for him, and for myself I was of course looking forward to it. Jake smacked Josh on the ass, looked at me and left. Josh fingered his hole and licked his fingers clean of Jake’s gifted jizz. I offered to rim him. He nodded and I made my way over to his stall. He sat down on the toilet and lifted his legs. I got down on my knees and licked at his well fucked hole. Jake came a ton and I am sure I was getting a bit of Ty in there as well. Just then we heard the outer door open up and I had just enough time to get between the wall and the toilet so that it looked like only one person was in the stall. Our new visitor must have been a cruiser as well as he took the stall right next to us and within seconds he tapped his foot. I prompted Josh to tap back, but he shook his head no, but I persisted. Josh tapped back. From under the divider snaked a Latin python that was over 9inches long. Josh nearly dove head first onto it. I watched in awe as he tried to deep throat it. I had to have some of that. I joined Josh on his knees, and I heard the mexican guy gasp that there were two sluts sucking his cock. We gobbled his cock for a few minutes before he asked if we could take this little 3way someplace more private. I answered yes. I brought him to Jake’s More to Cum Love the hot chat email me Joey

7. Prey for the Sinners It’s night. He’s naked and disoriented. He stumbles barefoot through the swamp. Toads croak all around him. Snakes slither through the bog. Gliding by, one caresses his bare ankle. Dark outlines of lifeless trees everywhere. Each stride is a slog. Loud, slurping sounds accompany each step. Is he going the right way? He keeps falling deeper into the mire. Black ooze surrounds him up to his thigh and getting higher. All too quickly his cock and balls touch the mud and then, with his next step, are sucked down, invisible below the surface. He feels things down there. Unseen things. There’s a large creature beating overhead, a demon hovering with a massive wings above the treetops. It creates great gusts of wind over the brackish water. The disturbance bring up waves that crest over his chest, splash over his collar bone, get in his mouth. He’ll drown, he frets. The night might swallow him whole. Something rises from the center of the swamp. A face discernable only by the shape of a skull, is bone only. The sockets have eyes but there is no skin. A cowl hangs around the figure’s neck. The cloth, a muddy robe, drips with muck. The skull glides toward him. The wings above grow louder, closing in. The skull opens its mouth with an eyeless serpent slips out. It plops into the water. He feels it circling his body. It pokes and prods, searching for an orifice to penetrate. He feels it wrap around his chest, crushes the breath out of him. Its head surfaces, writhes before his face, swaying in an eyeless dance, weaving its lips across his. The serpent’s darting tongue violates his mouth, tunnels in before he can stop it from slithering down his throat. Beating wings crescendos into a scream. It's him. Screaming. Eros and Tommy shake him, tell him to wake up, what’s wrong, it’s okay. It’s a cascade of words he clings to, uses them to climb out of the terror. Tommy and Eros kneel on the futon, each holds one of his a bare shoulders. Jesse recognizes their faces, dives his arms around their necks, clutches them so tight he could snap them off. “Okay. Christ!” Tommy says, pulling off Jesse’s strangling arm. He coughs a mirthless laugh weighted by concern over the dopey kid. A strong wind bangs the blinds; cold, misty daylight seeps in. Jesse eyes ricochet around the shack. He’s alarmed because he still hears the same sound of wings beating from his dream. Eros searches his face, holding it reassuringly. “Just a dream, Chewbacca.” His perfectly imperfect smile is soothing, a balm to his fears. Jesse realizes Eros’ face is wet, his dark hair dripping. “Can’t imagine why you’d be having nightmares…or day-mares.” He poses the question to Tommy, seeing if that’s a word. “Day-mares?” “The fuck should I know. At least he stopped yelling.” “What’s that whopping sound?” Jesse crawls on his knees to the windows—the noise comes from the beach. “Rescue helicopter landed a few minutes ago,” Tommy says. He points to the dunes. “This morning just keeps getting better and better. Gleason’s being airlifted out by that chopper.” Eros joins Jesse at the window. “He had a heart attack at breakfast. Right when we got back from…you know.” “All that fucking coke he did last night. And he’s a cow,” Tommy adds. “They’re about to fly him out.” "And you owe me a pair of work boots.” Tommy points to solidly caked boots at the door. Next to them sit Eros’ muddy—formerly white—sneakers, the ones he wears when he cleans the pool. “We’re in the outdoor shower when we hear shouting.” “Shamu keels over, clutching his heart and falls into the pool. He’s lucky Eros and Mac think they’re deep sea divers. They jump in and fish him out.” “Mac's puts in a bunch of calls. Gets the Coast Guard out here. And then you starting screaming like a banshee. Helluva morning.” Suddenly the pool area comes alive with commotion, voices, rattling metal wheels. The side gate opens. Jesse scrambles to the door with Tommy and Eros right behind. Two EMT workers wheel Eddie down the path strapped to a gurney. The actor’s frozen, his fingers claw the rails, an oxygen mask over his wet face. His eyes open wide in terror and pain. He glances at the three of them, pleading—something—with his eyes. Mac and a newly-clipped Jaxton follow directly behind the gurney. Eddie’s lifted off the walkway ready to be taken to the helicopter. One of the EMT guys holds up his hand. He’s too far away to hear what’s being said, but it’s enough to turn Jaxton and Mac away. Jaxton, with his new short blond hair, is almost unrecognizable lacking the curtain of dreadlocks always covering his face. “They’re taking him to the county hospital,” Mac says to the three of them. “Why can’t I go with him?” Jaxton petulantly demands behind Mac’s shoulder. Mac shakes his head. “I’ll call the hospital. Once he’s stabilized we’ll take the boat over.” “You’re too kind, Mr. McPherson,” Jaxton says, glumly. Jesse scrutinizes Jaxton’s new look and recognizes Mac’s handiwork. He was never of fan of Jaxton, but, man, the guy looks like he could be one of those Calvin Klein poster boys now. Not jacked, but one of those really thin models, all cheekbones, like no one ever is in real life. He doesn't even slump, which of course makes him even taller. Mac puts a hand on the gangly kid’s shoulder. As he’s taking him back to the house, he stops, turns back to the shack and asks if any of them have seen Father Lucius? Jesse, Tommy and Eros begin a chorus of huh-uhs, nopes, and head shakes. “Odd,” Mac says, studying their faces. “No one’s seen him since he went upstairs with you, Jesse.” “I noticed there’s a missing kayak.” Eros helpfully points to the rack of canoes and kayaks next to the side gate. Mac pauses. Considers it. He looks up at the milky sky with the trees rustling in the wind. “Not really a great day to take out a kayak. Really choppy ocean, I bet. Seems he would be back by now, though, don’t you think? All this aerial activity.” He points at the Coast Guard helicopter taking off. All three again are all shoulder shrugs, don’t knows and maybes. Mac gives them a quick sideways glance. Shakes his head. He smiles at Jaxton and tweaks his nipple. Jaxton returns a breezy smile. He stretches his arms in the air like he’s just waking up, and they go back through the side gate. Tommy gapes his mouth at Eros. “’You’re too kind?!’ The fuck was that? * The morning mist never really burns off. After Eddie’s evacuation there’s a calm pervading the compound. It’s almost too quiet. The filter hums while Eros skims leaves from the pool. He looks uneasily at the monk’s room’s wall of windows. Twigs crunch underfoot as Tommy picks up armfuls of broken branches scattered around the yard from last night’s storm. Inside the silent house, Jaxton and Mac huddle in the office, lowering their voices when Jesse walks by. He changes Eddie and Jaxton’s bedding, disinfects the monk’s rubber sheets and replaces them with a paisley cotton percale. Then, an hour later, Mac’s office phone rings. The hospital regrets to inform that Eddie is dead. Mac gathers Jesse, Tommy and Eros together to let them know about it, and that they can take the rest of the day off. If they wouldn't mind, he asks them to watch after Jaxton while he makes calls on Eddie’s behalf. The sky’s steely gray when the three of them get to the beach. A sedate Jaxton in the long swim trunks that Eddie hated, tags along. He keeps his beach towel a little away from theirs. It’s like he wants to be alone, but there’s not much point on an empty beach. Eros and Tommy body surf in the rough water, and Jesse, in his white briefs, lies face down on his towel between their two beach chairs. He listens to the breaking waves for a while, then hears, “You know what a usurper is?” Jesse looks up from his towel—Jaxton’s propped up on his elbows watching the guys attempting to ride the waves. “Huh?” Jesse gets up and turns on his side. “What’d you mean?” Jaxton studies the two men. “That kind of turbulence isn’t made for catching waves.” He pauses. Looks at Jesse. “You’re like a fifth wheel. I think they tolerate you, maybe even feel a little sorry for you. But they’re definitely not into you. Not like you think.” Jaxton thinks for a moment, then adds, “except maybe to abuse you.” “What do you know.” Jesse gets up and flops into Tommy’s chair, near Jaxton’s towel. He digs into their Yeti cooler and pops open one of Eros and T’s beers. “You don’t know anything.” He sips. Tommy and Eros are bobbing in the waves, splashing each other in the face. “Why, did they say something?” “No,” Jaxton says. “I can just tell.” Eros and Tommy trudge out of the surf, then happily race back dripping with sand-crusted hair. “Gnarly,” Eros comments to Jaxton. “Am I right?” Jaxton give him a wan smile. “I suppose.” Jaxton stares at Eros’ naked body as he dries himself. Tommy eyeballs Jesse in his chair. “Out.” “And who says you could take a beer?” Eros barks. Jaxton throws Jesse an I-told-you-so look. Hurt, Jesse offers the beer up to Eros who tells him to just keep it, but ask next time. Jesse rises from Tommy’s chair. He toes on his flip flops, throws his sandy towel across his shoulders, and shuffles off toward the lighthouse. Maybe Jaxton’s right, he thinks, sipping his beer. He does sometimes feel like he overstays his welcome. Like the other night, hanging out with them, watching a Frasier re-run on Eros’ phone. Did they mind him falling asleep, spending the night with them? There’s gulls screeching on the rocks of the lighthouse. A trawler bounces near the coast line; seagulls swirl and dive around it. He drains the rest of his beer. Mist overtakes the trawler and grows thicker. By the time he hits the rocks it’s disappeared in the rolling cloud. He rarely comes to this end of the island. No one does. The lighthouse lantern lights up and a fog horn moans ushering in the bank of fog. He rattles the dregs of the beer and tosses the can between the rocks. Looking up at the tall structure, he watches the fog encircles the catwalk. The lamp's beam slowly rotates. With the fog rolling in, it seems he hears the ocean crashing on the rocks rather than sees it. The fog chills him and, though it does little good, he pulls the towel tighter around his shoulders. He tries the lighthouse door and discovers it's unlocked. “Hello?” he says cautiously opening the door. Met with silence, he inches into the room. Inside it’s murky but there’s still a bit of afternoon light remaining. He feels for a switch but doesn’t find one. Instead he discovers the table at the entrance holds an old kerosene lamp and matches. He lights it and the hollow space illuminates with the lanterns yellow glow. A winding staircase extends around the walls. It loops around twice before disappearing into the room above. Below the staircase there’s stone steps leading to a basement. He’s never visited a lighthouse before and he’s curious about what’s upstairs. The metal steps creak as he ascends. Twice around the interior walls he climbs before he enters the kitchen-living room area of the upper level. Light comes through the vertical window slats the color of Vaseline. Someone lives here—he can see that. He puts his hand on the cold potbelly stove. A coffee pot sitting on top is slightly warm. There’s an unmade single bed, with a piss pot next to it. A desk has writing papers scattered about; several journals are stacked; one lies open. Jesse shuffles in his sandy flip-flops over to the desk. Holding up the light he reads words in the open journal. The Hung Priest, it starts. After a few sentences he stops, incredulous—he’s in it! Jesse takes the stairs two steps at a time, it reads. Eros is in his beach chair watching Tommy chase him down the beach! Even the part where he gets a hard on from Tommy sitting on top of him! His arms suddenly prickle with goosebumps; the hair rises on the back of his neck. Someone’s watching him? But why? He’s not at all interesting. Footsteps clanks above on the metal grating—someone’s descending. He quickly scrambles down the stairs as quietly as he can. He’s about to slip out the front door but something stops him dead in his tracks. It’s a soft moan, or more exact, several moans. It comes from the stairs that lead down to the basement. It’s definitely a group of men, bass voices, muffled cries, rasping groans. He moves to the stone steps. In the living space above someone prepares a fire—twigs snap, a match strikes, the potbelly stove’s door shuts with a clank. A voice in the room seems to be debating himself. Jesse peers down into the gloom where the moaning voices softly reverberate. Holding out the lantern he makes out a thick wooden door. Treading lightly down the steps, each wet and slick with algae, he reaches the door. The whimpering is clearly coming from the other side, yet still they seems far off in the distance. Slowly he twists the knob but it’s locked. Part of him feels relieved that it is. “Hey,” he breathes through the door. “Hey,” he repeats. The murmurs continue unresponsive, seeming not to hear him. He promises himself he’ll come back but next time with Eros and Tommy—if they’ll believe him. Jaxton’s right, though, that they’ve probably had enough of him. Why should they do anything more for him after what they’ve already done? He climbs the stone steps unsure of anything—their friendship, his place in the world. On the top step he slips on algae. He crashes to his knees. The lantern snuffs out and clatters noisily across the floor. He picks himself and dashes to the entrance. “Who goes there?” an authoritative voice booms from the top of the stairs. The figure holds out his lantern but the weak light shows only a small, shadowy figure dart out to the entrance. Outside, front door bangs shut as Jesse sprints into the fog. After putting enough distance between him and the lighthouse, he slows to a brisk walk. Looking over his shoulder he sees the glowing light rotate but growing dimmer the farther away he gets. The moan of the foghorn stay next to him, however, like a phantom he has yet to escape. For several minutes he strides along the beach, his heart beating rapidly in his ears, the surf pounding. Several times he thinks he should head away from the shore and cut inland. He’s most worried though about getting far away from the lighthouse, so when he finally does cuts away from the waves, he find high dunes blocking the way. Regardless, he marches over them hoping to find the wooden walkway that will lead him home. Sliding down the other side of the dunes, he discovers the fog is thinner but he’s overshot the compound and is in the swamp. He’s not crazy about walking back in the direction of the lighthouse but he’s sure the path will take him back to the house soon enough. As he walks further he loses track of the ocean’s constant roar. He should be walking parallel to the surf, but now he’s afraid he’s walking deeper into the swamp. There’s no reliable direction he can discern in the remaining light. Sound is his only guide, but that’s now quieted, leaving only the marsh choir of croaking toads. Vapor off the swamp mixes with the mist in the air. It’s all wrong, and too close to his earlier nightmare. He thinks better of going deeper into the swamp, turns around and goes back the direction he came. An owl hoots directly overhead startles him. The sounds of the marsh grow louder—croaks, rivets, peeps, more hoots surround him. Then he hears something that freezes him to his core—a low growl. There aren’t any dangerous animals on the island, he’s sure of it, or has never heard of any, but a growl’s a growl. He makes out waves crashing straight ahead, which convinces him he’s heading in the right direction, but it’s also the direction of whatever made the noise. Step by step he makes his way in the dark; his thin flip flops test each board trying not to draw attention to himself with a creak. He comes to an intersection with a larger walkway, the road he’s familiar with that’s between the dock and the compound. This feels right. He sighs a small relief. The sound of waves resumes on his right, so he’s fairly certain he now headed back toward the house. Then, abruptly, he bumps into something upright and furry. He looks up into glowing red eyes. A large creature peers down at him. It snarls menacingly, large fangs glistening as its lips pull back. Jesse’s mind races—fight or flight rears its head. Flight, he’s out of there, no question about it! He pivots and there’s a loud crack: a fractured wooden plank snaps in two and he falls several feet through the walkway, into the cold wet swamp below. As his feet hit the mud, he cracks the back of his head against the plank with an audible thwack! * Jaxton furiously rides Mac’s cock on the dining room table. His swinging dick beats out four-four rhythm like the baton of a crazed band leader. He grinds his ass on Mac’s gargantuan cannon of a cock, pulling his ass lips apart straining to capture Mac’s slick balls into the bargain. Just as Jaxton’s on the cusp of blowing his first wad in this new body, the front door chimes. He yowls with unrestrained frustration. He and Mac sourly scramble off the table. Jaxton finds his swim trunks and Mac pulls up his khakis. They answer the door and two extremely old and frail looking monks peer back at them. “Abbot Santana,” Mac says, pulling down his tank top. “I didn’t expect you at the earliest till tomorrow.” He ushers the elderly pair inside. The Abbot, a small man with a pointed salt and pepper beard and a mop of curly dark hair, hobbles on his cane into the foyer. His petite assistant, bald and spindly, carries a large satchel. “Plans changed so quickly, I didn’t realize you would—,” “Yes, yes,” Abbot Santana interrupts with a wave of his hand. “Bueno sera, signore. Bueno sera.” He points his cane at the other monk. “My attendant, Brother Virgil.” The Abbot looks Jaxton in his swimming trunks up and down. “Lucius, is you?” "I'm Jaxton, Mr. Gleason’s personal—” “Ridiculous, I see you Lucius.” He jabs the rubber tip of his cane up into Jaxton’s chest. “You make a terrible mess of things.” Mac and Jaxton exchange a look. Jaxton pleads, “Forgive me your Eminence. It was spur of the moment decision. I was caught off guard by the boy’s regal—“ “We no do ‘spur of the moment’ nonsense. Idiota!” The Abbot taps his cane, looking over the house. “Signore,” he says to Mac. “I must sit. The walk, it is long, and coming here, we were accosted by an animal.” Mac motions to his living room. “Please, your Grace.” With a flick of a switch the living room brightens and the gas fireplace is set aflame. “Can I get you something? Water? Some tea?” Virgil aids the Abbot toward the sofa. “What sort of animal accosted you?” “An animal animal. I know not what kind. Scotch, for such a cold night. Single malt, not your blended rot.” After sitting he leans toward Virgil, patting his hand. “What will you have, my dear?” Virgil murmurs he’ll have the same. “And the same for Virgil!” Jaxton follows them into the living room and sits across from the two monks in one of the black strap chairs. “I’m astonished how fast you got here.” “Your impulsiveness demanded it. But, I confess,” the Abbot takes a moment to appraise Jaxton, “it is a most pleasing form. Michelangelo never did better, eh, Brother?” Virgil eagerly nods in agreement. “Oh, bless you,” Santana says, taking a glass from Mac. Virgil also expresses gratitude, mumbling a hushed grazie. “So this Jaxton fellow. You vetted him? And he was the personal assistant of who?” He takes a sip. “Ah, bellissima. Mille grazie.” “An actor who passed away earlier today,” Mac replies, then goes back to fix himself and Jaxton a drink. Jaxton bows his head. “A tragic heart attack.” “I’m sure it was. Not induced by you, I hope.” The Abbot frowns at Jaxton. Jaxton doesn’t reply. “At least not traceable to you and one of your experiments in chemistry.” Mac brings Jaxton a bourbon. “Thank you. Nothing that would be suspicious in his already taxed circulatory system. Severely obese, doing cocaine all night—it’s not too surprising.” Jaxton takes a sip of bourbon. “In the morning he knew I wasn’t his assistant any longer, so I might have had to hurry things along a smidge,” Jaxton says with a glint of pride. “An extra little push laced in his coffee, perhaps mistaking a gram of amphetamine for a packet of Sweet n Low. Oops.” Jaxton puts his hand over his mouth. “Might I trouble you for another, signore?” Abbot Santana bows his head humbly to Mac. “A water back, I suppose wouldn’t hurt. An encore, Brother?” Virgil stammers an assent. “And another for Virgil. I suppose this accelerates things, does it not, signore?” On his way to the bar Mac replies over his shoulder, “I suppose it does. But I’m sure you both can still be accommodated.” He quickly returns with a tray of water glasses and refilled scotches, and sets them on the glass coffee table before sitting next to Jaxton. “If your Grace approves the boy’s body, my housekeeper Jesse, and if Brother Virgil is amenable to the pool man, I believe the transference can be accomplished quickly.” “I will, of course, need to test the boy’s body.” The Abbot’s wrinkled face pulls back into a painful smile. “It will be fun, Virgil, will it not? You being the older of us this go-round. It will be—what do the young brothers say?—a hoot!” The Abbot raps his cane excitedly on the floor several times. He clinks glasses with Virgil. They both take a long quaff of their drinks. “Mi scusi,” Virgil bashfully says so softly that Mac and Jaxton have to lean forward to hear him. “The p-p-pool man. I understand he has a marito—?” His voice trails off to being completely inaudible. “Speak up, Virgil!” Santana demands. Virgil clears his throat. “Si, the pool man has husband. What is to become of him?” Jaxton adds, “Tragically, he, too, might succumb to another tragic overdose.” “Only if we can watch,” chuckles the Abbot, to which the Jaxton joins in with his droll humor. “Ma—” Virgil holds an index finger in the air. “Is two overdoses too many overdoses? To the authorities, I mean?” Jaxton leans toward Virgil conspiratorially, “Not if a body isn’t found.” Virgil is confused, but quickly catches on, nodding his head with a snickers. Mac looks at his glass before taking a sip. “Thomas Price has been an addict ever since his mother kicked him out as a teenager, Lucius. I’d go down that road with caution.” Jaxton scoffs. “All I’m saying is that junkies can surprise you with their tolerance.” Jaxton waves his hand. “I know the limits of the human body. Three times the actor’s dosage—no one can survive.” Mac shrugs his shoulders, but then turns his attention to the Abbot. “Your Grace. I understand—” Mac pauses, not sure how to broach the subject. “I understand you have a…condition.” “Ah,” says the Abbot. He and Virgil share a look. “Si. A thing I pick up—” He gives Jaxton a stink eye, “—before we begin vetting more carefully. Back when we do a thing in haste.” “In Romania,” Virgil adds, bobbing his shiny head. “M-many centuries ago.” Mac leans toward the Abbot. “Will the boy…” Mac isn’t sure how to phrase it, “…inherit this condition?” “Si. Not at first, but it always come back over the years.” The Abbot starts lifting his robe. “Let this be the lesson to you, Lucius.” As he lifts his robe, he reveals a massive amount of dark body hair on his tiny frame, with a perfectly normal old man’s wrinkled penis. He continues raising his robe and above his navel, first two, then four, then six, and finally eight plump nipples run from abdomen up to chest. “I believe it was a transference in the eighteenth—” Virgil shakes his head correcting the Abbot. “—oh, si, seventeenth century. Tainted boy before we make habit of checking more thorough.” “Werewolf?” Jaxton says in disbelief, to which both Abbot and the Brother chuckle. “No, no, no. We rule out Lycanthropy,” Abbot Santana says, “long, long ago.” “Old w-wives tale,” Virgil stutters. “Wolf-man n-n-nonsense.” He clears his voice. “Supernumerary maladaptation, is science name for Abbot’s condition.” Mac leans over the coffee table and brushes one of the lower nipples with his fingertips. “Oh!” gushes the old Abbot. “Sensitive.” “And on full moons?” Jaxton asks mesmerized by the surplus of teets. “No worry about full moons.” The Abbot laughs. “But no come up and surprise me. Ah grrr!” He and the Brother exchange a laugh, playfully clawing at each other. “Only thing that brings on condition is emotions that are strong. Passion, fear, anger, et cetera, et cetera.” He turns to Jaxton and Mac with a sneer of his upper lip and a laugh. “Ah grr!” he growls at the two of them. The doorbell chimes and the four men exchange concerned looks. The Abbot drops his robe covering his nipples. They sit in silence until the chimes urgently ring several times. Santana turns to Mac. “You answer your door?” Mac warily approaches the entrance. “Yes?” He cracks it open to see who it is and Eros pushes in, knocking him backwards, holding Jesse in his arms. Jesse shades his eyes from the sudden brightness. His legs drip mud. “We need get him to a hospital.” “Eros, knock it off! I’m okay,” he says. “Just let me down.” “I need the keys to your boat.” Eros shakes Jesse in his arms, scolding him. “You need to be looked at.” “We found him on the marsh,” Tommy quickly fills over Eros. “I guess he fell through some planks. He was up to his neck, shaking, whining—” “I was in mud, T! Of course I was shaking.” “What are you talking about? Slow down.” Mac says, his hand on Eros’ chest. “Don’t tell me to slow down.” Tommy continues speaking over Eros, “He went off at the beach and didn’t come back.” He checks the back of Jesse’s head. Jesse swats his hand away. “When it got dark, we went searching for him.” Tommy points to the lounge chair in the living room. “Put him on that. We thought he got lost in the fog.” “I was lost!” “He just now is coming round. I think he was knocked out. He was dazed when we got him out.” Eros sets him on the lounge chair. He and Tommy realizes there’s others in the room. They give the monks a cursory grunt but are obsessed with Jesse. “I wasn’t knocked out. I was stuck in cold mud.” The two sit on the ottoman, fidgeting. Eros says, “See, there’s a little blood back here.” He twists Jesse’s head to show a dried patch. “Hey. I’m not a mannequin!” Jesse squawks. "Oddio!” says the Abbott rising with Virgil’s help. “The fault is ours. We are terrible—how you say—scaredy cats. Something frighten us walking from the boat. We think it an animal. We are afraid and hurry to the house. We don’t think to find out what it was.” “Apologies,” Mac says to the monks. “Eros and Tommy, this is Abbot Santana from Father Lucius’ monastery and his attendant, Brother Virgil.” Tommy and Eros give them distracted greetings. “Fortune smiles, gentlemen,” the small Abbot says, putting his hand on Eros’ bicep surreptitiously squeezing it and exchanging a gleeful look with Virgil. “No need for hospital. Brother Virgil is registered nurse. He see to your friend.” “Si, Concussion, very serious.” Virgil is again barely audible so Tommy and Eros have to lean toward him. “But he no pass out, so is good.” Virgil takes his glass of water and offers it to Jesse. Jesse grabs Eros’ forearm. “See, they heard an animal, too. It had red eyes. And before that, back at the lighthouse, I heard voices under the floor!” “He might wish something stronger,” the Abbott suggests to Mac, softly. “And, guys, someone’s writing about us!” Mac brings back a whiskey. Virgil takes it. “Here,” he whispers to Jesse. “You drink.” Jesse sips then grimaces from the taste. “Come. Once more.” Jesse takes a second reluctant sip. “Gees,” Tommy says. “You poor guy. You musta really knocked your head.” “It doesn’t sound like he was unconscious,” Mac assures Tommy and Eros. “But he could be in shock.” “Let’s get him to the shack,” Tommy suggests. “You can. But you’ve got a registered nurse right here,” Mac suggests. “Are delusions a sign of a concussion?” Eros quietly asks Virgil. “Eros. I’m right here. You know I can hear you? Jesus Christ! Sorry Father,” he says to the Abbot. “I’m cold, wet and upset, not delusional.” Jesse takes a deep breath, then adamantly states his case: “There’s voices in the lighthouse basement. There’s someone in the lighthouse who’s writing about us. And there’s some red eyed monster in the swamp.” “Just listen to yourself,” Tommy says, aggravated. "Total nut job." “He got a big conk on his head is all.” Eros says to Tommy. He scans the room and sees everyone is skeptical. “You know where you are, don’t you, Chewy?” “Of course I do,” Jesse says impatiently. Then seeing Eros clearly wants him to answer. Rolling his eyes, he says, “Okay. I’m in Mac’s living room. But there really were voices—” Tommy and Eros are nodding indulgently. He sees they’re just humoring him. “Someone was writing…In the swamp, there was—” He takes in the concerned looks of the monks, and sees Jaxton’s behind them smirking. He leans back into the lounge chair and exhales. “Okay. Forget it. I guess I am totally…” He twirls his finger around his temple. “He should stay here tonight.” Mac puts his hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Jesse, why don’t you go upstairs, take a hot shower and wash off all that mud?” Jesse nods. He gets off the lounge chair, scowls at Tommy and Eros, then trots up the stairs. “C’mon, Eros.” Tommy elbows him. “We’ll check on him in the morning.” Eros sees the small bald monk is beaming at him adoringly. He snarls not liking that one bit. He jabs his finger at him savagely. “You just make sure he stays okay. You hear me?” Virgil cringes from Eros’ hot breath. The Abbot cuts in front of Virgil, “Oh, most definitely.” He places his hand on Eros’ chest. “We will be with him throughout the night. I assure you this.” Eros pushes off his knees and rises. He confronts Mac, poking his finger in his face. “You got Gleason airlifted. You’ll do the same for the kid if it comes to that. Got it?” “Got it,” Mac replies. His eyes shine from Eros’ insolence, but he keeps his cool. Eros and Tommy get ready to leave, but Eros turns back giving the group a last menacing look, before slamming the door. “Most unpleasant fellow,” says the Abbot. “Not for much longer,” Mac says under his breath. “Another statue of Michelangelo, eh, Brother Virgil? But the teeth, they will need repair.” Mac climbs the stairs and finds Jesse relaxing under the streaming shower. The last of the mud swirls down the drain as Mac slips off his khakis and top and joins him. He gently washes Jesse’s shoulders and back, soaping up his chest, under his arms, between his legs. Jesse unwinds in Mac’s arms. He turns the boy around and kisses his lips lightly. “I’ve so enjoyed out time together.” “Me too.” Jesse wraps his arms around the man and clutches him tightly, tasting the saltiness of his skin. Mac soaps the boy’s groin and gets a rise out of him. Jesse smiles as he’s being stroked. Mac rinses him off and turns off the shower. He grabs a warm towel and dries him. “Like our first time, isn’t it?” Mac says. He leads Jesse into his bedroom straight to the sling. Jesse eagerly climbs in letting Mac slip his legs into the straps and positioning his butt at Mac’s crotch. He places his hands above his head grasping the chains ready for Mac to slide his cockhead into him. Slipping quietly through the door, Jaxton grabs Jesse’s right hand and puts it in a restraint, while Mac quickly cuffs Jesse’s legs. “Motherfucker!” the boy shouts at the top of his lungs, thrashing wildly. Jaxton tapes his mouth with duct tape and Mac secures Jesse’s other hand. No matter how hard he bounces he’s held in place by his cuffs. Abbot Santana and Brother Virgil enter naked, Santana rubbing his hands together excitedly as Virgil sets down his satchel next to the sling. They both leer at the helpless boy, whose eyes widen in fright taking in the hairy Abbot surplus of nipples. The aged monk seems to grow taller as he bares a wolfish smile, his teeth unusually large and his ears, under dark ringlets of curls, appear pointed. His shoulders and flanks are black with thick fur as are his arms and legs. The Abbot walks between his parted legs, running his hands on the inside of Jesse’s thighs. He has grown larger than Mac and Jaxton, who close rank on either side of the hairy Abbot. They stroke the Abbot’s many nipples causing his wrinkly dick to swell to attention. As the veiny dick rises it pokes Jesse in the balls; the boy, revolted by the canine monstrosity bearing down on him, redoubles his effort to try to escape. He hollers and yells behind his tape, shaking his head, kicking his arms and legs in every direction. The sling clangs away in his frantic struggle to get away from the beast. “Can you not calm him down?” the Abbot says to Jaxton. Jaxton produces his zippered drug case and removes a hypodermic. “Hold his head to the side.” Mac presses down on Jesse’s ear so that his neck is exposed. The veins pop out prominently as Jesse strains against Mac’s hand. Jaxton finds a suitable candidate and injects the fluid. Mac releases him as Jesse coughs behind the tape, begins breathing rapidly and starts trembling violently as the drug directly hits his brain. The men around the sling watch the alteration of the young boy, from rebellious captive to writhing slut. “Virgil, we start with il cazzo. See what he can take, but mind the ruby.” Virgil, eyes lit up with excitement, pulls out a set of sounds from his satchel. Staring with one of the smaller one, he coats the silver rod with lubricant and places a drop on Jesse’s piss slit. The old attendant expertly inserts it. Jesse pumps his hips up into the sound, wanting it to penetrate him faster. “Slow, slow, child,” says the Abbot amused. “You have much time to enjoy your impaling.” Virgil holds his cock, squeezing and releasing it as the weight of the sound drills deeper into Jesse’s urethra. The tip disappears and reappears as Virgil pumps his dick. A happy look of enchantment blooms across his face as he nods to the Abbot. Virgil extracts the sound and replaces it was a much larger one that has multiple ridges. He coats the new sound and lets its weight fall much more quickly down into Jesse’s erection. Almost vanished, the Abbot grabs the tip and pulls it out and then pushes it quickly back in. He masturbates the boy from the inside out. Jesse eyes roll up in his head at the overwhelming agony and ecstasy of the sensation. Virgil coats a huge sound, one thick as his finger, and gives it to the Abbot. The Abbot removes the medium rod and attempts to insert the new gigantic one into the narrow piss slit. Just the tip is difficult for Jesse to accept, but the Abbot teases the boy’s small opening until Jesse, his eyes filled with dark cravings, pushes his pelvis to force in the sound. He can’t help himself. The pain is great but his corrupt desires are stronger. In pure anguish, notes the Abbot, he still keeps pushing up on the impaling rod. For several minutes the men watch the dance the Abbot and Jesse perform—almost out and then all the way in. It makes the boy crazed and amuses the ancient monk. He loves the exquisite torture he’s giving the boy. Mac brings over a brown bottle, uncaps it and places it under Jesse nose. Whether he’s aware or not, Jesse hits the bottle hard, and then relaxes into the sling and lets the Abbot glide the enormous sound in and out, as he shudders in the Abbot’s hand. “Magnifico,” the Abbot says, as he molests the boy. “Decidedly a masochist. We can only pray he also displays a sadistic side.” The Abbot extracts the sound and slaps Jesse’s balls. The boy spreads his legs inviting more abuse from Santana. “Stupendo,” breaths the Abbot, and continues the slapping, harder and harder, until the hand turns from palm to fist. Jesse rams his crotch into the man’s clenched hand, tears streaming from his eyes in his desire for more pain. “Molto bene. Now we fuck,” he says, leaving the sling and moving to the bed. Mac and Jaxton release Jesse’s cuffs, help him out of the sling and lead him to the Abbot. The old man sees the boy’s eyes are dark and corrupt. He plays with his many nipples to increase the young boy’s debauchery. Jesse’s dick rises at how perversity of what he’s offered. He climbs on the old man who rips the tape off his mouth to allow him to bend down and suckle the many plump choices. The Abbot writhes in delight as the boy nurses him. “Ah, ciccio. Fantastico. Sit, sit,” he says, wiggling his erection. Jesse climbs over his hips, while Brother Virgil slicks his butt with lube. Jesse lowers himself on the hairy mutant’s penis and squirms down on it. His hands on the headboard, he winces in perverted pleasure as he accepts the cock sliding inside his body. Mac strokes Jesse’s cheek and offers him another hit of poppers. Jesse grabs Mac’s hand and pulls it to his nose and hits it hard. He moans, doubling down on the Abbot’s furry crotch. Virgil lubes his own bloated cock and crawls behind the boy. He introduces his member to Jesse hole, and Jesse bends over presenting his sloppy cunt to the Brother. Virgil happily grinds himself in, rubbing his cock against the Abbot’s. Jesse feels his sphincter incredibly stretched as he maniacally pounds his hips against the two old perverts. He gives in to the foul scene and pinching the nipples of the abnormality below him. Santana pants, his tongue lolling to the side, a long red tongue. His pace of fucking his cock into the boy grows faster as the boy pinches his nipples harder. He snarls, grabs Jesse’s head and gnaws at his neck, growls viciously and explodes his load into the boy. The slick wet hole triggers Virgil, knowing the Abbot sperm engulfs his cock. Jesse growls himself and bites the Abbot’s neck in return. He rubs his hand up and down the Abbot’s chest and abdomen, pinching them pitilessly till the Abbot howls in pain. The pure depravity of the act makes Jesse cum all over the Abbot many teets. He rubs his sperm into the old man’s pelt. Looking down into the Abbot’s face, he sees blood red eyes glowering back at him. The Abbot bares his fangs, growls hungrily at the boy, quite ready to devour his soul.

Went to a cumunion before I was on PrEP and didn't use condoms and took two loads

I had a date planned for 7pm, so naturally I hooked up with someone around 5pm, and wandered to my date with his load in my ass. We had dinner and hooked up, and I left his place around 11pm and wandered straight to a sex party in the hills. There I got drunk, sucked, fucked, got fucked, got drunk, had a blast. My date was a blip in my weekend whoring 😉

5. “Looks like you just had some fun,” Mike said still grinning. “I, um…” there was literally no way of denying anything, I was standing there in just a jock, sweating with cum leaking out of my hole, “yeah, I was pretty horny today.” “Horny enough that that wasn’t the first guy?” “Well…” He grinned wider, and stepped closer, “Horny enough that you let all of them cum in your ass?” “Uh…” Another step closer, “And you were thinking about what I said yesterday weren’t you?” “Umm…” “About how fun it was to not get off and just get fucked?” “I guess…” “How many guys,” he was very close to me now. “Three.” “Seems like a good start.” “A good start?” “Yeah, you had one slutty day…” “What you’re having more than just a slutty day?” He laughed. We were standing very close now. His smile became a little sheepish, and then wicked again. “I have a slutty life.” He unbuttoned his short shorts and pushed them to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He was naked, but his dick was locked in a tight little cage. “You think you’re horny now, wait till you haven’t cum in week.” “Fuck, Mike! Who locked up your cock, I didn’t know you were some kind of sub.” “No one did this to me. It’s what I wanted. I caged myself.” He leaned close to my ear and said in almost a whisper, “I like being a cumdump, and I think you do too.” I laughed, “I heard that yesterday. You took a lot of loads” “And I took a couple more today after work.” “I… well… how did this start?” “Same way you started kinda, I was watching porn of a caged guy getting bred over and over and thought how hot it was that he wasn’t cumming just getting fucked. So I decided to hook up with a guy and not cum, afterwards I wanted more, and I got fucked again. After doing that for a couple weeks a bought myself a cage.” “When?” “Couple months ago.” “Fuck that’s…” “Hot?” “Yeah.” “Look I’m hungry,” he pulled up his shorts, “let’s go get dinner. Unless you need to jerk off first?” “No, um… no I’m good. Let me just take a shower.” “How about you skip the shower and throw some clothes on.” I hesitated for a moment, I knew I smelled like sweat and cum, but then I gave in and got dressed.

------- Chapter 2.2 - Fucking the Boyfriend ------- Joe rolled off the couch, kneeling, while Ric stretched out relaxing for a few minutes. "We need to find another guy to fuck together. Marcus was so good 'cuz I got to do him with you. Just like the guys I've knocked up with Kyle" Joe said before standing up. He walked to the kitchen and tossed an apron over his naked body. Ric stood up and clenched his ass, trying to hold Joe's load in. He walked back to the kitchen and leaned against the wall like before as Joe tried to get back into cooking mode. Ric stared at him and the conversation wandered around. Joe suddenly stopped and turned to Ric. "I hope you don't think I just invited you over for sex. It's a lot deeper than that, but I really hope we fuck a lot this weekend. I really have missed you and while I know our lives can get busy, I want to stay in touch" Joe said. He turned and went back to preparing dinner. "I missed you too. I just don't want to... intrude. I know you have Kyle and I hope to find someone like him one day. But... I'll enjoy the times we can meet. Sex or no sex. God knows I haven't fucked much the past two months. Even the doctor bitched at me about it" Ric said. Joe smiled and turned to Ric and said "Then let's fix that. We're going to meet at least every month to fatten you up and swap as much seed as we can." Ric laughed and said "Sounds good." Joe kept working on dinner and any time Ric would ask if he could help, Joe would say "no." Ric watched and realized he had never seen anyone really cook. His mom had always thrown stuff together or popped a frozen dinner into the oven when she got home from work and what Joe was doing looked nothing like the food he had eaten. A few minutes later Kyle walked in and dropped his pack at the door. "Oh fuck yeah, two naked guys ready to make me feel good" Kyle said, before laughing. "Both of us are off the clock. You'll have to find some other rent boy" Joe replied. "After the day I had? I expect a twenty finger massage" Kyle responded, winking at Ric. "Aww, someone have a rough day?" Joe joked. "Longer than yours. And where's my fuckin' dinner?" he asked before giggling. "I got distracted. Give me 45 minutes and dinner should be ready" Joe said. Kyle grinned at Ric before walking up behind him and wrapping his arm around Ric's body. "I bet you were the distraction. Know what we can do in 45 minutes?" "My friend Lisa says it only takes five minutes to make a baby" Ric said, chuckling. "She needs to find better guys. Even I can fuck a girl for longer than that" Joe said, laughing. "Well then, we'll have forty minutes to smoke a cigar afterwards. Let's try to get someone pregnant" Kyle said as he grabbed Ric's hand and pulled him to the bedroom. Ric was still naked and Kyle had his work clothes on. Ric looked at Kyle and he was worried. He didn't want to do anything to jeopardize his relationship with either of them. Kyle smiled as he took his shirt and pants off. When he saw Ric's expression he said "You should know that Joe and I share everything, including friends. Just not clients." Ric sunk to his knees and tugged on Kyle's trunks. Seconds later his mouth engulfed Kyle's cock and he felt Kyle's hands wrap around his head. Ric thought that if he was just a bottom for Joe and Kyle for the weekend it would be well worth it. He was so hungry for sex it didn't matter what position he was in. He regretted not going to the bath house a few days before, but he knew the two tests he had on Thursday were more important. Ric's face kept bouncing off Kyle's trimmed pubes and the roughness of Kyle's face fuck turned him on. His cock was hard as a rock while he worked Kyle's shaft over. The playfulness of the fuck with Joe earlier was gone, replaced by a much more aggressive vibe. When he felt Kyle let go of his head, he slowly pulled back, letting the cock pop free of his lips. He looked up, never really having closely examined Kyle's body before. "Not bad for a freshman" Kyle said, barely containing his laughter. Ric chuckled too, unsure of where this was going. A few seconds later Kyle pulled him off the floor and the two fell on to the bed. Kyle's hands were all over Ric and it wasn't long before Kyle had Ric's cock in his mouth. Ric was surprised at how good Kyle was at taking his cock down into his throat. While his technique was different than Joe's, it felt just as good. Ten minutes later, Kyle pulled off grasping Ric's balls in his hand. Looking up Kyle said "I need this cock. Joe's raved too much about it and I need to know if he's bullshitting me." "It's just a cock. It might be thicker or longer, but it's just a freshman cock" Ric said, smiling back at Kyle. He had taken the time while he talked to crawl between Kyle's legs and aim his cock at Kyle's pink hole. Dripping some spit down on to the slightly exposed head of his cock, Ric stared back at Kyle and grinned. "Need some poz dick?" he said just before he stuffed his bare cock in. Ric wasn't sure whether to follow the rough face fuck or the joking banter. Kyle screamed out "FUCK!" as Ric's thick cock plowed into his hole, feeling like it was ripping him in two. Ric was less than half way in and it felt tight, but good. Ric then looked down and saw Kyle sweating and trembling. He knew more lube was needed since there wasn't a need to try and charge Kyle up. He pulled back and added a few more gobs of spit before pushing back in a few inches. He rocked his hips, plunging in and out, and getting a little deeper before he stopped. "Too bad you're already knocked up. Did Joe get you too? That would be so fuckin' hot" Ric said. He pulled back, leaving just the head of his cock inside Kyle's ravaged hole. "Need or want? Either way you're getting my dick. All of it" Ric said right before he thrust back in until his balls slapped into Kyle's ass. Kyle stared back at him wondering how Ric went from this quiet, soft guy to the crazed animal that was destroying his hole. Ric felt Joe's cum dripping down his leg as he fucked and loved how good it felt. "Need. Not sure who... but it wasn't Joe. We converted at the same time" Kyle gasped out as Ric thrust back in again. This time he only stayed planted a few moments before dragging his thick cock back most of the way and driving back in. Quicker and quicker the strokes got and soon Kyle was smiling back at Ric. He was getting plowed like only a few guys had ever done to him, but now he understood why Joe loved getting fucked by Ric. It never got abusive and yet Ric fucked like he owned Kyle's ass. There was also a gentle side to him and many of the thrusts had a softness to them that almost hinted at love making. The part that impressed Kyle was that he also heard Ric was an amazing bottom. Maybe that was what Joe liked so much about Ric, it was something they had in common. Ric's thrusts got faster and just as Kyle feared, his cock thickened before he came. His stuffed hole stretched out even more and then the shots of cum filled his wrecked ass. The two laid there fully connected as they looked at each other. Kyle pulled his face close and kissed him deeply for a minute. When Ric's cock softened, Kyle's ass clamped down, trying to hold the shaft and load inside. "Ten minutes before dinner" Joe called out, standing in the doorway watching his boyfriend come down from being used by his 'little bro'. Joe smiled, hoping that he got fucked like Kyle just did sometime that weekend. The pair laid there a few more minutes before Ric stood up and pulled Kyle to his feet. Normally, Kyle would head off to the shower to wash the sweat and cum off, but he decided he'd rather let the smell accumulate. He doubted it would be the last fuck of the weekend and hopefully by Sunday night all three of them would reek of each other's sweat and cum. They feasted on Joe's dinner of lamb chops and souffle, leaving nothing on the plates. While they all had worked up an appetite, Joe's food was exemplary. Ric and Kyle cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and when they walked out, Joe was rolling a few joints. "Where'd this come from?" Joe asked. "I brought it. I was kind of hoping you'd show me how to roll them. So far, all I know is how to smoke 'em and get high" Ric said. Joe turned his head and grinned back at Ric. "Come here. This is something every guy needs to learn in college... or in my case, a lot earlier" Joe said. He slowly showed Ric step by step how to load and roll each joint. He did one and then had Ric roll the next. By the time they emptied the bag, Ric's joints looked pretty close to the one's Joe had done. "All that's left is to smoke 'em and enjoy the buzz" Joe said as he picked one up and flicked the lighter. Once lit, he took a quick toke and he passed it over to Kyle who did the same. Ric took his hit and then gave the joint back to Joe. They kept passing it around until it was spent. "Damn, that's some nice stuff. Where'd you get it?" Kyle asked. "Some guy on the floor. I know he screwed me, but I wanted to bring something over I knew you'd both like" Ric said. "All you had to do is bring yourself. But... maybe you should screw him back. Fuck his ass like you did me and he won't walk for a week. With any luck, he'll be really knocked up and will give you the poz-guy discount" Kyle replied. Ric chuckled. "Yeah, but there's a few other guys on the floor I want to get my dick into first" Ric said. They kept talking, drinking and smoking late into the night until Joe dragged them all to the bedroom. They stripped what little clothes they had on and climbed into bed, Joe surrounded by the other two.

Hi everyone, first of all english is not my mother tongue. Everything is written in dutch and translated by a translation machine. I started writing a transformation story, it starts with the relationship of a man and a woman and you guys see how it continues. Hopefully you will like it. Please leave your opinions and if you have any suggestions please send them to me. If you like the story and the approach I will continue writing. Part 1 introduction Brad and Angel have been a couple for 6 months and both senior years. Brad is an athletic quarterback muscular and tremendously handsome. Every girl is eager to get a little attention from him, but his attention goes to Angel. Angel is a girl next door type, the girl every boy will turn around to when she passes by. Blonde hair, blue eyes and big breasts and she also has a very nice smile. Brad is crazy about her, he has already introduced her to his parents and his mother told him to cherish her because you don't find a girl like that very often. Brad said she was right and told his mother that if things go on as they are he wants to marry her and have children. His mother already saw it for her and gave her blessing. The relationship between Brad and Angel went like any relationship, in the beginning they lived on the pink cloud and they couldn't stay away from each other. Every day sex, Angel brought him to seventh heaven when she sucked his cock and she moaned with pleasure when he put his thick and big pole in her pussy. But after a few months as with many relationships the sex diminished and some minor annoyances began to arise from time to time. Brad did not want to lose her and did his best to please his girlfriend as much as possible. He did everything she asked and this is where our story starts. Angel felt that Brad wasn't showing enough interest in her friends and talked to him about it. I want you to come with me tonight she said. Tonight we are going to a gay club with the friends from dance class and I want you to go with us. Brad had nothing against gays but still didn't really like this. Angel said that it would be fun. Don't worry, we're a couple and we're doing Dave a favor. He dances there every weekend and we want to go and see it with the group. Brad, who would have done anything for his sweethart, agreed to go. I'll have to cancel my appointments with my friends, he said. He had agreed with his friends to play a whole evening and even though he would have preferred to do this he went with his girlfriend. His friends were very disappointed and said that he should stand up for himself and not always slavishly follow his girlfriend. He was the man and he needed to show her who was boss. Yet the same night Brad went to the gay club with Angel's friends. The group consisted of Angel another 2 girl Dave and another 3 guys who were definitely gay too according to Brad. Brad was not really comfortable that night. The entire evening he walked around with his buttocks pinched shut and kept circling around his girlfriend. That way he could show the men walking around there that he was straight and that he wasn't there for them. Yet every five minutes he felt at least 2 pairs of hands squeezing his ass. Are we leaving he asked Angel because I don't feel comfortable here. We've only just gotten here she said. Drink something and pull yourself together, you have to have something for me hey if you want to be my boyfriend. Brad ordered a beer and tried to make the best of it. Angel was talking to Nick, one of the two other guys from dance class. Brad joined them and heard Nick talking about his threesome from last weekend and how much fun it had been. Brad frowned and didn't want to hear about it. 3 men fucking each other, no that was nothing for him, if the conversation was about a threesome with 2 women and him, that was something else but 3 men no. The evening was not a great success for Brad but he saw that Angel was entertaining her so he was happy anyway. He thought, I'll do anything to see her but happy. The next day at breakfast, Angel said she had a great time and asked Brad what he thought of her friends from dance class. Brad said that he liked them but that he was still shocked at how open Nick was about his sex life. Angel started to laugh, that's Nick she said. He is always open about everything. He said he would be into you too. Brad laughed and said that Nick could keep dreaming that he was only into women. Angel laughed and gave Brad a kiss and said that's true sweetheart. But Nick told me about his threesome and it turned me on Angel said. Oh yes said Brad are you up for a threesome. I don't know said Angel, maybe I am. Maybe we should think about it and see if we don't want to pimp our sex life a bit. Brad grinned and said yes let's do that honey. But do you want an extra woman or an extra man. Angel thought about it and said maybe best first with an extra woman for sure and then can see what we do next. The idea of a threesome did not leave them and after some serious conversations they decided to give it a try. They placed an add on a site for couples looking for a third person and after a few days they had found someone they both liked. After sending a few messages they decided to take a chance. They would meet over the weekend and that Saturday night Daisy was at the door. Daisy was smoking hot, she was bi and had a fair amount of experience with couples who wanted a little adventure. Brad and Angel were a little nervous but Daisy's beautiful appearance melted their nervousness like snow in the sun. Brad opened a bottle of champagne and they started talking. It was a nice evening and when everyone started to get a bit tipsy Daisy took the initiative and sat between Angel and Brad and put her hands on their legs. Brad's leg started to shake a little and he looked at Angel to see how she reacted. But he saw from her look that it was okay. Daisy came closer and kissed Brad and then she kissed Angel. Brad's cock began to get hard from what he saw. It turned him on to see his girlfriend being kissed by another woman. After they kissed for a bit Angel and Daisy took off their tops and Brad started licking their breasts. Angel took off Brad's pants and started sucking his pole, Brad took off Daisy's panties and licked her pussy. The game continued and after a few hours they were played out and satisfied. Brad had fucked both women a few times and the girls had been biting and fingering each other. It turned Brad on immensely to see his girlfriend being licked by another woman while he was fucking them doggy style. They both felt good about it and wanted to do it more. Their relationship had been launched back. They grew closer and closer to each other and every few weeks they did a threesome. But suddenly Angel said she wanted to turn the tables. She wanted a threesome with another man. Brad had a hard time with this, did she also want him to kiss and suck on the other man's pole. He didn't want that. Angel reassured him, she just wanted to be used by two men at once. She didn't want Brad to do anything with another man. Brad walked around for a few days with the idea of a threesome with another man. But as always, he agreed. He would do anything for his sweetheart. Again she posted an add on the site and this time they found Jack. Angel had found him on the site, he had placed an ad and Angel had responded to it. By now they were used to meeting someone so there was less talk of nerves. Except for Brad who was still a bit nervous. It was also the first time that an extra man came into play. Angel on the other hand was over the moon, she would finally be fucked by two poles at the same time. The Saturday that came Jack stood at the door. Jack a black large man solidly built and muscular. Brad was impressed by Jack's appearance. He felt a little intimidated by Jack's looks he felt that he was not the alpha male but that Jack was. Brad looked at Angel and saw that Angel was over the moon, he thought she has already given me a tremendous amount it is time for me to give something back. The same scenario began as with the threesomes with other women. They sat in the couch, had a drink and talked a little at first. After a while Angel went over to Jack and kissed him. Brad looked at it and it did excite him to see his friend being kissed by another man. Are we going upstairs said Brad. Angel and Jack nodded, Jack took his bag and they went upstairs. Brad took off his clothes and Angel and Jack followed. Brad looked at the monster coming out of Jack's briefs. Jack's pole was huge even when flaccid. Angel's eyes lit up, she got down on her knees and took Jack's pole into his mouth. She sucked both men and then Jack said lie down on the bed. Angel laid down on the bed and Jack took hold of his backpack and took out some wrist and ankle straps and gave them to Brad. Brad looked a little weird and wanted to put those on Angel but Jack said no, these are for you. I want you to put those on and sit there in the chair. I'll tie you up and you can watch me fuck your girlfriend first. This way you will get nice and horny and when you can't hold on anymore we will untie you and you can join in. You'll see it will be very exciting. Brad hesitated, Angel saw that he was hesitating and please Brad do it for me. Brad nodded and Jack put the wrist and ankle straps on Brad and fastened him firmly to the chair that was in the corner of the room. Once he was secured Angel stood up and got her panties from Jack and stuck them in Brad's mouth. Brad thought it was horny but got sleepy and ... Angel patted Brad's head and said, he's sleeping. We can get started. Finally. Brad woke up, he was a little dazed and wondered what had happened. He was no longer in the recliner but was in a bed, he looked around the dark room and didn't recognize the room. Where was he, what had happened, where was Angel and what had Jack done that he doesn't remember what happened. In his mouth was a gag and he was sprawled out naked and secured in the bed. He heard footsteps in the hallway and the door opened. He squeezed his eyes shut by the bright light that met him. Angel stood in the doorway and stepped towards him. Oh honey you are awake. Finally, I was getting worried that you wouldn't wake up. Brad wanted to ask what had happened but the ball in his mouth made it impossible. Don't talk Angel said, you probably have a lot of questions but I will tell you what happened. I love you baby said Angel, I know you will do anything for me and I want you to prove it now. Jack here will train you, he will make you a cock craving meth whore. I want this so bad baby, I want you to have an open pussy and crave cock and seed. That's how I'll be able to take you in. I want you to join my club boys: the ball-less whores. From the moment I saw you I knew I had to have you in my club. Little by little I isolated you more, and got you ready for your new life. Soon I'll call your parents and tell them we're going on a road trip and we won't be available for a while. They like me and they know you like to travel so that won't be a problem. Brad didn't know what he heard, did his girlfriend just say she wanted him to have an open pussy and crave seed and cock. I know she said it's a lot to take in but when I come back here you will be begging to be fucked instead of fucking my pussy yourself. You will also be begging for me to remove your balls. Because all you will want is to make me happy. Brad wanted to yell bitch but he couldn't, he started to thrash wildly on the bed but it didn't do much good because he was tied up. Angel came and sat next to him and stroked his hair and said, you're probably thinking right now that you won't break and that you're straight but I assure you, you'll thank me. You are not the first to think this. See you later baby and enjoy your transformation. Love you. I will be back for youre test. Angel went out of the room and Jack came in. Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

I will try and keep this short as possible. I am a 33 year old "Straight" guy. Never had any issues getting girls. Over the last few years I have become more and more obsessed with gay porn to the point where it was all i watched. All I would watch was breeding porn, glory holes, cumdumps etc but every time I came I felt guilty and would close down the laptop and move on. I must have downloaded squirt, grindr at least 50 times and instantly deleted it. I did try a few times with guys but I was so nervous and out of my depth that they weren't great experiences. I did suck one guy to the point of him cumming in my mouth, that was hot but I struggled to get hard. So I just went back to my regular "straight dating" . The sex with girls was always hot but after a while it got boring and I was back wanking off to breeding porn The problem was, I was never really attracted to men, mostly just cock and ass, so to me I wasn't "gay" but why in gods name did I fantasize and watch no holds barred breeding porn. all the time?? All I wanted to do was go to a bathhouse/ theatre , take my cock out and stick it up a hole and dump my load. I didn't want to kiss, touch, just drop loads in dirty cumdumps. But I also knew the danger in doing this so I always stayed on the sidelines. I recently got out of a relationship and AGAIN went back to the gay porn. I was at the stage where I was like " dude you have been watching this for years, its time to take the plunge, you will regret it if you dont. I always thought it was "Weird" that I didn't find EVERY guy attractive cos in my mind Gay= attracted to all men. stupid lol I wrote down what I like: Trans Twinks/fem asians with no body hair So with all my failed attempts I decided to go slowly, I had to get this experience right or I would regret living " a straight life" . So I went online and booked an appointment with an TS escort that had good reviews. I got to hers expecting to top. she started to lube my dick, I again was very nervous like the past few times but this time I brought my friend Viagara with me. I calmed down and just went with it and before I knew it I was gagging on her cock with my rock dick also rock hard. She then started putting lube on her fingers and putting the fingers into my ass. I thought " this is strange , I am the top" I went with it as it was enjoyable, she started off with one finger , then two then 3... I liked it, I assumed since she was an escort raw was out of the question and she was from a reputable site and had many reviews. Next thing I know she sticks her raw dick in my ass... it was GIRTHY , at first I was like " fuck we are doing this raw" but then I was like "dude you haven't used condoms in ten years, dont pretend like you want her to put a condom on" . She then said " I am on prep, do you want me to put on a condom or will i keep fucking you raw" I didn't even answer.... I spread my cheeks and she went to town wanking me as she fucked me ( missionary style) This was the first time I was fucked so it was quite painful but I kept breathing and pushing my ass outwards ( I read this helps somewhere? lol) . I begged for her load inside me, then the pain went from soar to ecstasy and next thing I know I am cumming all over my stomach while she is fucking me raw. We had been fucking for a while and my ass was soar as fuck so unfortunately she didn't come inside me . I had gone from expecting to fuck her with a condom to getting fucked by a raw cock and cumming while she fucked me so it was a lot to take in. I got up and left but the best part was, I felt ZERO guilt, zero shame and I thought it was hot as fuck. She wasn't the hottest TS but just thinking of her raw dick inside me makes me so hard. I immediately went home and set up a consultation with a doctor to get on prep. I tried going through the public sector but thee wait list was months so i am paying $200 to skip the queue. My appointment is March 10th. I hope I can start taking prep that day or do they give you the prescription after they have done your testS? I have downloaded grindr and already have a few twinks and trans lined up for when I am on prep. I feel zero shame and can't wait to start barebacking, I dont know whether I will continue my plan to top or after this escort encounter start bottoming. All I know is I will take my time and this feels 100%% right. I even had a wank today to some glory hold porn, again zero guilt, my jaw was nearly at my knees looking at it. Not sure what changed, maybe I just accepted what I like ? I read online a few days ago, someone saying the had the same nerves and issues I had and the only way to fix it was to just keep pushing through and eventually it will get easier... I am going to Toronto end of March for work, I used to live there and know from research they have some slutty theatres bathhouses, I really just want tot bareback through a gloryhole or dark room.. As I mentioned , not necassarly turned on by guys face etc but a good ass and cock with the addition of the sleaziness of fucking through a hole or dark room drives me insane and this is me writing this after a wank. Normally I turn off the laptop and go back to my straight life . Now I just want to breed, I unfortunately have to wait until I get on prep and its going to be hard waiting until March but there's zero chance I am putting a condom on, I just can't do it. I haven't used one in years and my biggest fetish/turn on is the sleaziness of breeding another man. I know prep won't help me with STDs but I have to be honest with myself, I can't lie anymore. I want to breed ass, I want to fuck dudes through glory holes and not pull out, I want to cum inside a man in a darkroom and leave... I am so fucked amnt ? The fact I am saying this one day after being fucked and having another wank and still thinking this is the thing I want really leads me to believe I am....

"I think I'm gonna cancel. I don't care who wins and besides, tomorrow's Valentine's day. Let's snuggle up and watch it together." This was my usual bullshit and she wasn't having any of it. "This is your usual bullshit," she said patiently. "You know you'll have fun. You love John!" "..." "Frankly I'm offended you tried to use Valentine's day. Have some self respect." She was genuinely kidding. I laughed and said, "I admit I panicked. But you're right. John is awesome and I should go." John was awesome and I did want to go. ***** He was right around the corner. We had a six pack in the fridge so I grabbed that and walked over. I knocked a couple of times and he opened the door. "Hey! I didn't think you'd come. How's Sally?" "Oh she's great. She sends her regrets but would rather die than watch the Superbowl." John laughed more than he needed to and I came inside. There were only a couple of other guys there. He hadn't said, but I assumed John would have a bigger crowd but in fact there were just a two other guys. Both of them were like visibly gay. John didn't read as gay. Big and burly, he seemed like one of the guys. I definitely wasn't homophobic but I felt a little uncomfortable because I sometimes had gay fantasies. I'd never acted on them but at this point in my life I kinda figured why not... And I had a crush on John... And I think he knew it. We were all enjoying John's margaritas and I realized going over without eating lunch had been a mistake. One of the other guys, Tedd, took a liking to me. He was maybe mid 30s, but with a youthful look. i liked his tattoos and told him so. John was being his usual charming self and made sure my drink stayed full. He also made sure to be cool, cornering me as I came back from the bathroom and saying seriously "Hey, Tedd wants to fuck you. That's fine with me but I know you and Sally have a good thing going so think twice.. and make sure you know what you're in for." My tongue was loosened by the Tequila. "Tedd is fucking hot." Then I lied. "Sally knows I mess around with guys." He reached his hand back and down my jeans. His finger probed my anus. My dick started to stiffen. "He's got a big dick and you're really tight.... But alright faggot, have fun!" He said brightly. **** I wandered back into the living room as John's other friend was leaving. "Tell John I said bye. I've got a shift." I sat back on the couch. It was half-time. I was so horny and drunk and nervous I'd lost track of the game. Tedd sat next to me and got right to it, undoing his pants and pulling out his cut dick. I stared, frozen for a moment. He grabbed my head and gently pushed down. I scrambled down and sucked his penis into my mouth. My first time. It was harder than my girlfriends and wife made it seem! I struggled to take him as he got hard. He kept calling me "Bud". It was weird. "Suck my cock, bud." "Yeah that's it, bud." "You want to get fucked in the ass, bud?" My heart skipped a beat. I pulled my mouth off him and said "Yes... But here?" "Oh it's fine. John knows what's up. He said he was gonna work out. His equipment is in the garage." "Don't worry. I'll get some lube, bud." He headed into John's bedroom and I heard him in some drawers. I kicked off my shoes and undid my jeans. I pulled them off with my underwear leaving me nude from the waist down. I pulled off my shirt next. I was buck naked in my gay neighbors place waiting to get fucked in the ass by a man. My heart was pounding. He came back with a big pump tub of lube and what I recognized from gay porn I'd watched as poppers. Tedd maneuvered my body so I was on my knees on the couch facing the back. "Does John have any condoms?" "I didn't find any, bud." He squirts a glob of lube on his hand and slops it on my hole and slicks up his cock. He comes up behind me and hands me the poppers. "This'll make it easier, bud." I inhaled and my head spun for a minute. He slid inside me. Tedd fucked me hard, slapping against my ass. His dick was big and uncomfortable inside me but I loved it. It was hot knowing he was fucking me bare. He was definitely going to breed me, I was sure of that. I could tell he was close. I could tell he was trying not to cum. He didn't last. He pounded my hole for a few seconds and then pulled out. I stayed still, panting, as he jerked more cum against my hole. "fuck, you've got a tight hole, bud."

How firm is your dildo, and does it have any rough texture at all? One of mine is a good deal firmer than the others, and though the texture on it is subtle, the firmness of its consistency makes that texture somewhat abrasive to my cunt. If I’m not very cautious, penetrating my sigmoid with it will result in red matter. Nothing egregious, but evidence that I’m scraping at my inner walls. If your dildo isn’t perfectly smooth, you might try switching out to one that is. Or if it’s relatively firm/solid, you might try one with less firmness. A company like Mr Hankey’s Toys offers dildo styles for which you can choose your level of firmness, everything from stiff to uninsertably soft (an option I fail to comprehend in a dildo, but you can get them that way). I wouldn’t be overly concerned, in general. Posters above have rightly pointed out that your cunt isn’t designed to be a cunt and using it as one can unsurprisingly result in minor tissue damage. There are plenty of tiny blood vessels to rupture because the whole function of the organ is to transfer matter (mainly water by this point) from what you eat to the rest of your body. If you see a little blood, it’s an indicator that the protective mucous membrane has been compromised, and some surface abrasion has occurred. Now, that’s never a good marker in terms of disease prevention - any time you cause a breach in the mucous defense barrier, you potentially open a door to facilitate infection. That’s worth keeping in mind, and a strong argument for PrEP. But unless the blood occurs in volume you probably haven’t seriously damaged yourself. It’s when it does that you have to be concerned, because it’s possible to rupture the colon with an inserted object and spread contamination into the abdomen, resulting in potentially fatal sepsis. I remember once seeing a video of a bottom dildoing himself with an extremely long dildo, and watching the shape if the end of the dildo push his belly outward in different directions; it made my blood run cold. I always wondered what happened to him, and if he got medical attention in time. But if your main concern is purely aesthetic, that you’re not pushing out pearly white cum “like everybody else”, forget about it. And why are you pushing it out at all? Fuck’s sake, man - I’m going to compile an official set of Cumdump Rules of Service, starting with No. 1: Once you have their cum, you never give it back.

I can't imagine sitting on the edge of your seat, wondering if war is about to breakout in your homeland and if your family will make it out alive. The concept of war is just beyond me - how can political power be so intoxicating to world leaders that they would send men and women into battle with the stroke of a pen, knowing that the price is human lives and utter devastation? Not just during the war, but the thick emotional and mental scarring that carries on for generations after it ends? The families that deal with the heartache of death, and the families that cope with the trauma of PTSD when a soldier who saw unthinkable things comes home and is expected to just carry on like nothing's wrong?

my heart is breaking over the Ukraine. i do not think most people want violence in their lives. i do not understand why humanity continues to follow the orders of violent people, why we allow them control. We have amazing resources on this planet, intelligence, treasure and sources of pleasure beyond imagination. Yet humanity continues to squander those precious resources on making weapons and on destroying what we have based on the whims of insane 'leaders.'

You'll get no disease fetish from me. I'm positively avoidant. But there is no problem and there's definitely nothing wrong with your rectum or sigmoid colon. Penetration and copulation is an obvious misuse of these organs and the resulting minor bleeding is routine. It stops, you heal, and you're ready to be broken all over again. If you're worried about disease, screen your partners and reduce their number (to one perhaps). I love the damage. The prospect of seeing blood mixed into my seed every time I fuck raises the value of a cuntmate considerably.

LOL ... I think I still have an old Polaroid shoved in some box somewhere ... Thanks for the words of encouragement. I always had secretaries to deal with all of the electronic stuff. And if none of them could, one of the editors was a computer-whiz, so I'd get him to do it, so I avoided the "ground floor" of how all this stuff works, but we live with the decisions we've made. I do feel a bit - oh - ashamed, I guess - for not being proactive in learning all about this stuff years ago, my only excuse is I was really too busy with other things to take the time, and I didn't really care how it all worked. Weak as water, huh? Per the question though, yes, and yes I did. He was from India, dark hair, brilliant smile, lovely Hole, but it took him a while (I'm on the thick side). Of course, when something deleterious happens with the computer, I just so happen to have his personal number, so I call him first. Unfortunately though, he's not really a Pig in the same sense I am, but at least he takes raw Cock/Sperm up his gut. There have been others from the same company that haven't given off the slightest hint, so I didn't either. I think he sniffed around on my computer and saw some stuff when I wasn't looking (plus, the slingroom door is right next to the bathroom door, so it's entirely possible he glanced in there at some point if he had to take a leak). In any case, his demeanor changed from thoroughly professional to thoroughly interested in fairly short order. When the Universe presents us with that kind of gift, who am I to turn it down ??? 🐷

Tedd grabbed me a warm rag and i cleaned cum and lube off my ass and thighs. I walked into the kitchen to set down the rag when John walked in and surveyed the scene. He burst out laughing. "I thought I might walk in on a blowjob!" "I, uh, well I ...." Tedd finished my thought, "wanted to get fucked." "So I'm guessing Sally shouldn't know about this?" asked John. "...yeah well she doesn't know anything." I grabbed my jeans from the floor and started pulling them on. "Actually, I haven't ever done anything like this before." I was amazed it took John a second to process that information. "Well, you jumped into the deep end of the gay pool with Tedd!" "What do you mean?" Tedd chimed in. "Don't listen to John, bud. It's just sex." John gave us a look and headed to his bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower," he said flatly. We sat awkwardly on the couch for a minute and then I turned up the volume on the half time show. "So is that true? That you haven't been fucked before?" "... Yeah that was my first time." "Well you've got a tight ass. I believe it, bud." "... well it was fucking hot. I loved feeling you inside me." Tedd undid his pants and pulled out his stiffening cock. He was bigger than I appreciated. I had a hard time believing I'd just been fucked by that. It was fat and long. I hadn't cum so my cock sprang to attention, straining against my zipper. Tedd got naked and approached me. I saw his cock up close for the first time. Fuck. He opened my jeans and pulled them down to my feet then flipped me over on the couch. "Can I record me fucking you, bud?" I guess I was up for everything this evening but didn't say anything. Tedd was pointing his phone at me as he slid his penis back in my anus. He pulled out and had me flip on my back on John's couch. His camera was in my face as he rubbed his lubed cock around my hole. "Is it true that the only person to fuck your ass is me?" he slid inside "... yes" He stayed buried in me then started fucking. I'd been in the moment but lost it, thinking about Sally and how she didn't deserve this. I looked away as Tedd pounded my hole. "fuck yeah cum slut" "...wait, can you..." he came again, deep inside me. He kept the camera trained on my face.

Hey Guys.. sorry for the wait but I wanted to make sure this ended as I wanted. Yes... this is the end of the story... Thanks for all the reactions and messages. Hope you enjoy. Whore 14 – A Continuation All the while that Daddy led me forward, cock was the only thing in running through my drug-addled mind... My cunt throbbed with every movement of my pumped-up body down the hallway. The dose of chems rushing through my veins increased the heightened awareness that I was nothing but an orifice for cock. Reaching the dungeon door, Daddy looked down at me. “Fucking spun-out chemwhore...” He laughed, opening the door and pulling me in by my septum. Immediately, the smell of sex hit me and brought me back to first time I was brought in as a piece of property. Daddy continued to pull on my leash and I moved forward into the dimly lit dungeon, my face unable to look about the room as my leash pulled me forward. In the darkness, I recognized the deep growls of lust coming from puppy from what must have been an equally large slam. I paused... “Get the fuck in here!” Daddy yelled, practically ripping the ring through my septum I lurched forward, trying to ease the pain until I felt the leash slacken. “Heel,” I heard Daddy order. I stopped, fell to my haunches in one quick swoop... Dropping to my side on his knees, Daddy held me by my neck and around my waist before moving to my cunt. “Good bitch... Fucking bitch for your alpha.” And with those words, the red hue of the dungeon lights illuminated the room and two figures emerged from the corner, one standing and leading the other on all fours. “Goddamn,” I let out, seeing the muscled grey-haired man before me leading puppy forward. The solidly muscular handsome man tightened on puppy’s leash, clicked his tongue and puppy stood at attention on all fours. “Whore, this is Doc Ian...” Daddy informed me. My chemmed up cunt pulsed... Doc stood in wide stance, his thick veined legs apart. His right hand held a leash leading down to the beast at his feet. With a lustful gaze, my eyes moved from puppy’s collar up the leash held by Doc’s powerful hand to the well-muscled left arm surrounded by a white leather armband. A white leather Master’s harness framed his pecs. His ringed pink tits stood out from thick growth of grey hair on his thick pecs that trailed down past his abs and into the full white leather jockstrap with a solid red cross prominently placed on the pouch containing his cock. I began to moan... wanting to bury my face into his groin. My gaze moved down his solid thighs to marvel at his huge calves filling a pair of white leather boots until I heard Doc speak in a deep voice to Daddy. “So, this is whore? Beautiful... Let’s talk about improvements...” I trembled, looking into Doc’s piercing blue eyes until I heard puppy growl. He remained at attention on all fours kitted out in full pup mode staring at me with a tilted head that was enveloped in a black neoprene puppy hood accented with red to match his gear. His eyes appeared completely black, like a demonic dog guarding the gates of Hell. His front paws, encased in padded leather mitts with red paw prints prominently showing, began to aggressively scratch the floor. I began to moan, knowing that he was in full chem-mode. His harnessed pecs heaved as he raised his snout and took in the scent of my cunt... I was in heat. “Grrrrr,” puppy snarled as his back arched and hips shook the 10” red silicone tail nestled in his cunt. “Steady boy... I know... I know. You’re healed and ready to knot.” Doc chuckled. My own lust took over and I looked up to Daddy with pleading dilated eyes. “Fucking bitch whore...” Daddy chuckled, releasing my leash. “Go on...” The moment I was free, I scurried to puppy. Staying in position, puppy continued to growl as I lowered myself under him. Making my way over his pits, my tongue reached out and took in the salty sweat before moving on past the rib cage. I traced the deep hollows of his muscled abs with the tip of my tongue until I slipped between the musk filled crevice where his thighs met his crotch. My tongue immediately went to his ball sac now dangling loosely from the movement of his hips and began slathering them before I took one of the now golf ball-sized orbs into my mouthcunt. Not satisfied, I let it go and lapped at the wet sac before taking it in again. I moved to take the other one in... causing puppy to howl as the warm juices of my mouthcunt enveloped the pair. I remained there, relishing the taste of the smooth skin of his crotch. Now eyeing the object of my desire, I released the orbs and greedily lapped at the smooth skin as I moved up to the now permanently modified shaft. My wet tongue slid over the thickened base and moved up the sheath to taste the sticky clear fluids leaking from the dark-red head now emerging from it. My cunt ached, studying every inch of his beautifully transformed cock until I needed to taste it... My mouthcunt expanded and I lowered myself over the leaking head as my lips latched onto his sheath. Tasting the stream of pre-cum now escaping his cock, I grabbed hold of his now stretched-out sac and fondled his cum swollen nuts within. I couldn’t contain myself and I began to devour the cock... my sweat and spit splashing against puppy’s strong thighs. But yet, he continued in position with only grunting sounds emanating from his snout and the thickening knot indicating the pleasure he was experiencing. He stared directly into Daddy’s eyes waiting to be given the signal... “Sik!” And with that, puppy pounced... grabbing my head with his paws, he pushed me down and moved into position behind me. Signaling my submission to puppy, I arched my hips and lowered my head as he sniffed my ass and began to chew on my swollen cunt lips before digging into the wet folds of my cunt. “Goddamn, puppy!” I moaned, shoving my cunt against puppy’s snout until he was ready to take me. With a grunt, puppy raised himself onto my back... his dripping cock head now sliding down my ass crack in search of my hungry cunt. Once he felt the fullness of my cunt lips, he began to hump until he was fully in me. “SHIT YES!” I grunted, feeling the fullness of his cock invade me and begin to pulse. Quickly, puppy began to rock back and forth in quick sharp thrusts. “Fucking beautiful breeding stock...” Daddy growled to doc... Over and over, puppy’s assault continued as his knot thickened and I began to moan from each thrust. Recognizing it, I consciously prepared myself while puppy held me tighter and his thrusts grew shorter. I felt his knot swell against my prostate and lock into me... “Shit yeah!” We were now knotted and I wasn’t going anywhere... “FUCK!” I yelled, feeling the contractions in the shaft begin depositing the weeks of contained cum deep within my throbbing cunt. Falling on my sweaty back, puppy began to chew on my neck as the final drops of cum seeped out of his piss slit deep into my bowels. Without thinking, puppy pulled out... “No!” I yelled, feeling my cunt lips stretch and I reached back and pulled him back into me. That’s when an idea came to me... Holding onto puppy’s hips, I raised myself up and leaned back forcing puppy onto his back. Still knotted, I swung my legs over his torso and straddled him. “It’s gonna be a while,” I grunted and settled onto his hips, reminding puppy on his first knotting. “Might as well make the most of it, whore,” Doc Ian growled moving forward, ripping off the cod piece.... his ringed cock now standing at attention. Doc grabbed me by the chin and lifted it up... our eyes locked as he shoved the cock in my mouthcunt, I managed to let out a muffled growl and began working my tongue around the thick shaft. “That’s it, whore... use your mouthcunt to service my cock. You’re nothing but a cunt aren’t ya?” “Uhh Huuh..” I mumbled, my mouthcunt now greedily slobbering to take in the leaking cock. “Fucking cunt whore...” Daddy laughed, “Pay Doc for his services...” “Grrrr...” I heard puppy growl underneath me, watching as Doc slowly began to throat fuck me. “Motherfucker... take it all the way down.” Doc ordered, pushing down even harder causing me to begin gagging. “NO... NOOO!... NOOOOOO!!,” he roared pulling my face to his crotch and holding me tight. Tears welled up in my eyes but I knew this was what I lived for... cock. Remembering my training, I began to breathe through my nose while the pre-cum slick ring of his cock slid down my throat. Holding my head with both hands, he gradually increased his pace... faster and harder until the muffled sounds of my moans filled the air as he invaded my gullet. He continued fucking my mouthcunt with abandon... until his pace shortened and I felt his cock pulse and release volleys of cum down my throat. I heard him cry out... “SHIT YES! FUCKING CUNT WHORE!” I began to milk every last drop out. I remained there for a bit... my mouthcunt savoring Doc’s cock until I felt puppy’s knot begin to contract and slip out of me, releasing part of his load over my cunt lips. Before I could clamp down, I felt puppy’s wet tongue lapping at my cunt and feeding on his own cum. “Fucking feed...” I grunted, enjoying the tongue action against my swollen cum-slick cunt lips. Backing off my cunt, he crawled to face me and stared at me with those black still dilated eyes before crawling to Daddy. “Good boy,” Daddy chuckled, crouching down and petting puppy’s sweat slicked body. “Go on.” With a slap to his ass, puppy moved to Doc’s cock and began lapping at the slick shaft until a torrent of piss escaped. Quickly, puppy latched onto it and took the contents of Doc’s bladder in its entirety. Once he took in the last drops, he was off and settled on the floor next to the bed. “He hasn’t broken character from the moment he was slammed. What do ya think about having a chemmed up pup around all the time, whore?” Daddy chuckled. “You got a good stable here...” Doc said, his cock firmly back in place within his jock, and holding his white leather medical bag. “Let me know when I can be of service again...” Motioning to me, “Throw that one in as part of the deal and we can discuss discounted fees.” “MMMM,” I moaned at the thought as Doc exited. “Yep,” he said, hitting the intercom. “Get in here, now.” In a matter of seconds, the door opened and in walked boy holding a leash that made its way into the hallway. “Present...” Daddy loudly said. The tightly held leash began to slacken as a heavily tattooed body made its way into the dungeon. “HOLY FUCK!” I cried out at the sight of a transformed cunt. “I had some work done on this one too,” Daddy laughed, seeing my reaction. After not seeing cunt for weeks, I gazed at his transformed body. His smooth muscled body was now covered in swirls of black ink covering his body from the neck down. “Wait a minute.” I thought.... “Those tatts...” and I turned to Daddy with a questioning look. “That’s right whore... the same design... the same tattoo artist.” I remained on all fours, transfixed. “Go on, whore.... check him out.” I stood getting my bearings and walked to cunt. He stood there smiling... his leash now attached to a thick silver septum ring that matched mine. Walking up to him, I place my hands on his pecs... “Fuck yeah,” I growled, feeling the increased muscle mass as my fingers moved to the thick rings now firmly in place within his eraser-sized tits. “You’re not the only one cycling,” cunt grinned, checking me out. “Shit, cunt...” I babbled, my hands exploring his taught skin and feeling the hard muscles of his beautiful body. I was always in awe of it, but now... I had to admit...all I wanted to do was worship it... Making my way down, I grabbed hold of the stretched-out bulge of his jock pouch and fondled the overflowing sac. I took hold of the waistband and pulled it down over his strong thighs and dropped to my knees in front of him. “Yes!” I growled, seeing the tatts covering the obscenely engorged sac and impotent cock just sitting there. I couldn’t help it... I began kissing the sac now prominently resting on his thickened thighs. I then took the soft cock flesh in my cuntmouth and sucked at it. I needed cock and I didn’t care... it was cock. “Fuck!” cunt cried out, feeling the warmth of my mouthcunt. I continued on... knowing that I would never feel the hardened shaft of cunt’s cock but he still could provide me with something I craved.... and he did. Warm piss streamed into me as my throat muscles moved with the gulping action and I held onto his hips to steady myself. Finally, the river of tart chem piss began to slow from his cock and I relaxed until the last drops fell on my tongue. I released his flaccid cock and sat back on my haunches with a smile. “Turn around,” I said, half ordering, half begging. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight against my pecs, smiling at the tatts seemingly flowing from my body onto his. I took his now ringed pig tits in my hands and worked them, causing cunt to moan before I moved down to his bulge and held it with both hands. “Fucking love it!” I moaned, kissing cunt’s neck and tracing the tatts with my tongue. My own caged cock and sac rested above his ass cheeks... He began to teasingly move up and down against it. A primeval memory emerged within my brain for a split second before I backed off... and, at the moment, I knew it was the last time I would ever feel that desire to fuck. I smiled and let out a sigh of relief. I ran my hands down his back, lightly tracing every muscle on my way to his ass. I trembled as I held both tatted cheeks in my hands and felt their thickness. Laughing, cunt bent over and spread his ass cheeks... exposing his beautifully erupted cunt lips covered in the swirling design as mine leading into his cunt. I couldn’t resist and traced the black lines into the slick folds of his cunt with my tongue. “God yes!” I heard cunt moan as he arched his back and presented me with his rosebud. I began to feed on the slick cunt juices leaking out of that beautiful cunt. I was drawn to it... to the thick cunt lips permanently erupting from the smooth tatted skin. I felt the thickened flesh sliding against my face and depositing the thick viscous cunt juices on me. “Fucking feeding my whore...” cunt growled, depositing more of himself on me. With every drop of those savory cunt juices, I grew more insistent until I grabbed his hips and pulled his cunt to my face... His cunt lips were now covering my face as if it were a mask providing the essentials of life to me. I kept on as if, with the sheer force of will, I could crawl inside him. “Enough,” Daddy said, pulling on cunt and forcing him from me. Catching my breath, I sat back as I wiped the remnants of the cunt juices from my face with my hand and calmly lapped it up while waiting for Daddy’s command. Keeping an eye on me, he grabbed cunt’s leash. “Come.” Without another word, cunt obediently followed Daddy as he neared me. “Up...” Instantly, I rose and stood before Daddy... my head bowed in subservience. He reached up with the clip of my leash, attached it to my septum and led us both across the floor to the mirrored wall. “See yourselves as you are...” Daddy barked. Obediently, cunt and I looked up and saw ourselves together in mirror for the first time.... I began to tremble, realizing what I was seeing... we were two versions of the same object... we were cunts. Our useless cocks and sacs now purely ornamental without function. As I continued taking in the sight of us in the mirror, I saw boy and puppy behind Daddy smiling. The emotions of the moment overtook me... I looked directly into Daddy’s eyes in the mirror and said it... “Yes... cunt...” Nodding, Daddy put out his hand as boy handed him a silver tag and walked behind me. He briskly wrapped his arms around my neck, removed the silver tag attached to my collar and threw it to the floor. He raised the new tag up to my eyes and I saw the inscription... cunt whore. “I’m a cunt whore...” I repeated as he attached it to my collar. “Secure the cunts...” Daddy ordered boy. “Yes Sir...” boy growled, quickly walking both of us across the dungeon floor to a pair of slings hanging from the rafters. Settling in, we both looked up to ceiling mirror and smiled as boy secured us while Daddy stood between us... one hand slathered in chem-laced lubed at each of our cunts. Before I knew it, boy wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep and held a rig to my vein. Seeing the register pulled, I moaned as the contents of the syringe turned a pinkish hue. “Fucking cunt whore...” boy grinned, slamming into me the largest dose I had ever had and then releasing the strap. “CUNT!” I cried out, staring up at my doppelganger in the mirror now being slammed with an equal dose. “SHIT YES!!! CUNTS!” he hollered. “MY CUNTS” Daddy growled before shoving his fists deep into our hungry cunts. The End

Moving on... ------- Chapter 2.1 - A Reunion ------- "hey dude long time no talk u ok?" was the message that popped up on Ric's regular phone. It had been over a month since Ric had visited Joe at his brother's place right after he moved into his first dorm room. School had kept him busy and he really didn't want Joe to think he was clinging to him. He'd rather have a few visits rather than none, so he figured that he would let Joe contact him rather than chatting all the time like he wanted. He got excited, but didn't want to show it, so he sent "Been busy with school but ok. hbu?" an hour later. Seconds later he got a response from Joe "ikr work crazy n we moved 2 new place u want to come see it? ill make dinner." "Gr8. when?" Ric sent back a few minutes later, still trying not to show how happy he was to be talking with Joe again. "Fri? u can spend wkend if no tests" Joe sent back a few seconds later. Ric knew that he had a connection to Joe like he had to few other people. It wasn't just Joe's bug inside of him but he really cared about him. Joe understood how he thought and they were similar in many ways. Joe had changed his life and Ric appreciated it. He remembered that Joe had made a comment when they met at the swim clinic months earlier that they were like brothers and he really did think that. Joe was the brother he never had. He sent back "Friday good. No tests next week." He wanted to add "Horny as fuck" but decided to not press it. "Yay can u get here or shud I send uber?" Joe replied right away and followed up with his new address. Ric copied the address, put it in Joe's contact entry and then plugged it into the maps app to see how to get there. It looked like it would take an hour to get to Joe's apartment via bus but he would rather learn the transit system than impose on Joe. It would also help him be more mobile for his escorting jobs. "I can get there. what time?" Ric asked. "after 5:30pm Kyle wont b home til 7" Joe answered and Ric sent back "K". The week seemed to drag and he could hardly wait until Friday afternoon. As he sat in the lecture hall waiting for his 2pm class to start he sent a message to Joe "bring anything?" and about five minutes into class got a reply from Joe - "condoms lol speedo 4 pool" He hoped Joe was joking about condoms because he was counting on taking and giving several loads with him and Kyle. He hadn't thought about bringing a swim suit so he added it to the list of things to pack. He finished his two afternoon classes before he went back to his dorm. As was the norm for his floor, there were several drunk people already staggering down the halls. He realized some people set up their schedule so they didn't have classes on Friday afternoon and could start the party early. Ric put on some jogging shorts, grabbed a towel, his shower stuff and walked down the hall. He knew that both tattoos were at least partially visible, but after his experiences in the shower lately he decided that he wasn't going to hide them anymore. No one seemed to care or notice. He cleaned out, showered and walked back to his room, spotting several guys checking him out. One bumped into him, knocking him against the wall and felt him up before saying "Fuck yeah. Thanks, hot stuff" and then stumbled away. Ric laughed and walked back to his room. He dressed in the outfit he picked out the night before - the jeans Joe had bought him at their first meeting, a low cut tank that showed off his body, chest hair and parts of the upper tattoo and some sandals. Ric went through his list and packed his backpack full of the few things he knew he needed for the weekend. He even had scored a bag of weed since he knew Joe and Kyle loved it. He was sure the guy, Larry, screwed him on the price since he had no idea what it should cost, but at least he threw in a package of rolling papers and a lighter. Larry called it the "New Customer Package." He waited for the elevator to come and looked around. Two girls were leaning against a wall kissing, a pair of guys were talking to each other and another guy was squeezing his cock through his jeans as he glanced around. Another guy came up just as the elevator arrived and smiled at Ric. "Lookin good, Ric" the guy said, giving him a wink. Ric couldn't remember the guy's name, but obviously the other guy knew his. They piled into the elevator and the guy that had been grabbing his junk stood in front of Ric. He backed up and ground his ass on Ric's crotch, letting out a soft moan as he felt Ric's cock stiffen. Ric made a mental note that there were at least a few more queer people than he thought on his dorm floor and some were interested in playing, or at least flirting. It was only his second time on the bus but he at least had a clue this time. He had to transfer twice but showed up a block away from Joe's apartment at 5:20pm. Ric was almost relieved to get off the bus with several guys eyeing him. He wasn't sure if they were horny or looking to mug him. Hopping off the bus, he was so nervous he almost wanted to open the bag of pot and roll himself a joint, but he didn't know how. "Another thing I need Joe to teach me" Ric thought. He walked a few blocks in the wrong direction and then got the map app take him to Joe's building showing up just a few minutes after 5:30. Ric slowly went through the directory and found an entry for "Joe N Kyle", he crossed his fingers and pressed the button. "Yo" came Joe's voice over the speaker. "It's Ric" he said and heard the door buzz. Ric went in and called an elevator, pressing 4 as he got in. He laughed to himself, thinking the building was close to the one that he had met Paul at for the escorting gig when he was touring the university the previous Spring. He got out on the fourth floor and found Joe's apartment and tapped on the door. Joe opened it, dressed only in some thin, silky shorts with the tail of the scorpion tat poking above the waistband. "Fuck yeah. It's so good to see you" Joe yelled out, dragging Ric into the apartment by his jeans. Before he could even set down his backpack, Joe had him planted against the wall kissing him deeply. Ric was a little surprised but was kissing him back almost immediately. Their tongues danced and spit was swapped back and forth for a minute until Joe stepped back and looked Ric over. "Shit, just as sexy as you were last time. God, I've missed you. I like the mustache with the beard. You've lost some weight though. Bad food or is the bug hittin you?" Joe said, licking his lips. "I can say the same. I see the mohawk is coming back. It looks hot, but I think you got the weight I lost. For me, I guess its from stress and crappy food" Ric replied, chuckling. "Toss your bag in the bedroom, I need to chop some shit up for dinner" Joe said as Ric looked around. Everything seemed to be new and he looked out of the large windows at the hazy cityscape. He spied the doors across from the kitchen and looked inside the left one and saw the bed. He dropped his backpack inside and fished out the baggie of pot before walking back into the living room. Ric dropped the baggie on the coffee table and then made his way to the kitchen. Leaning up against the wall he watched Joe chop some veggies up and was surprised at how good he seemed to be. "Watch a lot of cooking shows on TV or did you go to school for that?" Ric asked. "Too many cooking shows while totally baked in college. Sometimes a souffle sounds really good when you're stoned, sometimes its a bag of chips" Joe replied as he kept slicing and dicing. "I guess I'll have to learn that skill but my toaster oven is probably not going to cut it" Ric replied. "You really need to get out of the dorms. Find a good roommate or two and get an apartment. Preferably ones that love to fuck" Joe replied, laughing loudly. "Well, I know I'm stuck for at least freshman year. I finally found a decent roommate though. It was my third try. If there's anyone I want to poz up for revenge its the first one. Fuckin homophobic prick" Ric replied. "God, there's a couple that I'd love to do that to. A coach too. Damn I can see that asshole on his knees begging for cock, too. I've heard a few stories. Maybe he was jealous. I was fuckin all the star athletes, just not him" Joe said as he chopped harder. Ric was a little worried that his temper was going to make him slice something other than veggies. Joe finished the onion and turned to Ric with a big grin. "The only one that got pozzed was the one you helped me with. I never thought I had a chance to tap him again after I got knocked up, but you were the one that made it happen" Joe said. Slowly he walked over and hugged Ric again before kissing him once more. Ric wasn't sure how to take Joe's comment until Joe said "You're still the best escorting gig I've done. It wasn't about pozzing you. Hell, I would have loved to do that same meet if I was neg. At the start you didn't even want to admit you were gay. I just wanted to teach you it's ok to be queer and you need to be happy with who you are. I saw a lot of myself in you and remember how hard it was to understand I was gay" Joe said, pausing for another kiss. "I told you I look at us like brothers and I mean it." Joe said. Ric hugged Joe and kept pulling him tighter. "You're like the brother that I always wanted. Whether my dad really knew what he was doing when he hired you, I have no idea. I'm so glad he did, because it could have turned out much worse. You cared. You tried to make me into a better person and you have" Ric said as he began to kiss Joe. It was a minute later before Joe dragged Ric to the couch and the two continued groping and kissing each other. It took another few minutes and Ric's shirt was on the floor. A minute later, Joe's shorts were nearby. Ric's shoes and jeans were next and the two studs were grinding against each other wearing only matching black jockstraps. Joe laughed. "I broke the first rule of escorting with you, but I don't regret it. Sometimes instinct is better than rules" he said, giving Ric's cock a firm squeeze. Joe moved first, working his way down Ric's neck before latching on to his left pierced nipple and sucking on it. After a few minutes he felt Ric's cock break free of the top band on the jockstrap he'd bought Ric on their first meeting. Joe moved over to the right side and sucked on and played with Ric's right nipple. After a few minutes he worked his way further down before he kissed the biohazard tattoo, with Ric's hard cock poking under his chin. Joe licked over the covered tip of Ric's cock before wrapping his lips over the end and sucking on it. He was a little disappointed that all he tasted was clean skin, but knew that was only going last a short time. Ric put up no resistance when Joe raised up his hips and began moaning loudly when Joe's face pressed into his ass. He raised his hands up and pulled his legs back, trying to spread his legs wider to give Joe better access. Joe dug his tongue in deeper and began to tongue fuck Ric's hole. Joe gave a quick tug and his cock was free of the jockstrap pouch and dripping precum all over his new couch. He remembered the first time he tried this and Ric just laid there moaning. Now he was working his hole around Joe's tongue like an expert bottom. Joe worried that since he didn't taste any lube, Ric didn't want or expect to get fucked, but his hole was clean and ready. He forced some more spit in and felt Ric relax his hole. Joe desperately wanted to feel Ric's ass gripping his cock again. He knew it wouldn't be that virgin hole he popped almost a year ago, but it would probably feel even better. Joe licked up from the hole over Ric's taint and gripped the bulge in his jockstrap with his teeth. He heard a growl from Ric and lowered his ass down, rubbing his cock between the two muscled mounds. "I own this hole" Joe snarled as he speared his cock into the tight pucker, squeezing in a few inches and then glared at Ric's face. Ric grinned and replied "You fuckin' do. Been a long time since you been in it. Show me how bad you need it." Joe pulled back and thrust back in several inches. "That all ya got?" Ric asked and seconds later started to laugh. "Asshole. We can't all be hung like you. Even your dad isn't" Joe replied, starting to laugh before he could even finish his sentence. Joe pulled back until the head of his cock was tight against Ric's outer ring and plunged back in. "Yeah, that's more like it!" Ric said. Joe continued the long strokes and realized that this was a very different fuck than he'd ever had with Ric. It was playful and fun, just like two brothers might have and how many of his fucks with his brother Mark were. They watched each other's faces, realizing how much both were enjoying it. Their comments were taunting, but never intending to hurt the other. He plowed away, feeling Ric's hole get slicker with precum and it just let him fuck faster. Ric pulled his face down and kissed him briefly before he started to milk Joe's cock. "You want this poz load, bro?" Joe asked as his thrusts got harder. "Won't do no good. You knocked me up a long time ago" Ric replied as he clamped down on Joe's cock. Joe chuckled as he kept pounding Ric's ass. His mind raced, trying to find a good comeback and just as he slowed his thrusts down he said "You better be leaving a trail of newly charged freshman." On his fourth hard thrust, Joe's cock sprayed out his charged load inside Ric's hungry pussy. He looked down and Ric was in bliss before he closed his eyes and emptied his balls. He knew how Ric felt at that moment. Feeling another man flood your guts with cum always felt good, but when you were as connected as they were, it was a million times better. When Joe's cock stopped pulsing he leaned forward and kissed Ric again. He realized this was as close to his connection with Kyle as he'd ever felt with anyone besides his brother. In some ways it scared him but it also felt so right. The smile on Ric's face told him he wasn't the only one. He slowly pulled out and looked down, seeing a few streaks of cum nestled in Ric's chest hair and chuckled. Ric opened his eyes and breathed deep. "Thank you" Ric said softly. "No, Thank you" Joe replied.

------- Chapter 1.3 - Five Dollar Stripper ------- Ric was getting used to seeing the same guys in the shower in the morning. He had caught Dan and Scotty a few more times, but now they were at ease with Ric knowing what they did in the shower. Ric even fingered Scotty a couple times as he got into the shower. He was happy to know they had ditched the condoms and Scotty was getting filled with Dan's cum almost daily. But there was the guy that had made the comment that Ric had tried to brush off. They seemed to have the same schedule and were always the last to shower around that time. Just like the first time, he'd stare at Ric's naked body and while Ric didn't mind, he wondered if the guy just wanted to look or maybe fool around. The only words that ever were spoken was just "morning". After another encounter with the guy slowly drying himself with his eye's glued on Ric's body in the shower, Ric decided it was time to call him on it. At breakfast, he saw him sitting alone and sat down across from him. "Hey... Uh... I think I should start charging you five bucks to watch me dry off in the shower each morning. I take it you like what you see?" Ric said. The guy froze and then began to tremble. Ric chuckled and then said "I'm just kidding about the money. I'm Ric, by the way." "Uh... I'm Gabe. I didn't realize it was that obvious. Sorry" Gabe said, staring down at his plate. "I don't mind, it just seems weird that you look but never talk. Other than the occasional 'morning' greeting, that is. So what makes you keep looking?" Ric asked. It took a few moments, but Gabe finally quietly said "Everything." It seemed like getting Gabe to talk was like pulling teeth and Ric was about to give up. "Well, if you want a better look, just let me know. I try not to be too scary." He watched Gabe's eyes get big. "I'll stop if you don't want me looking" Gabe replied. "I think I said the opposite. What do you like best?" Ric asked. Gabe trembled again before taking a deep breath. "Uh... how chill you are... the ink is cool too... the hair..." Gabe said, pausing a moment before he said "and your dick." Ric laughed. "Most queer guys start with my dick. It's nice that you can look past it and see the rest of me too. My roommate isn't going to be back until five and I don't have class for a couple hours. Do you want to come over and talk a bit more?" "What? Really? You're not pissed?" Gabe said, finally sounding more comfortable talking to Ric. Ric leaned in and said softly "Why should I be pissed? My gaydar sucks. I'm never sure if guys on the floor are straight or gay. I like to meet other gay guys and maybe fuck around if they're interested." "Oh thank god. You're gay too? My gaydar sucks too. I've gotten beaten up a few times cuz straight dudes freak out if a gay guy hits on them" Gabe said. "Only the insecure ones. I've met some that weren't assholes and one that even gave it a try" Ric said. "Really? Wow. Uh... were you serious about meeting up today?" Gabe asked. Ric smiled and nodded before saying "I gotta head to class at twelve thirty, but any time before that is good. I'm just going to study, otherwise." "Uh... OK. I have a couple things to do but I can stop over in half an hour" Gabe said, sounding more excited by the second. Ric was laying on his bed in his usual room uniform of a jock and jogging shorts when the tap on the open door broke him away from reading messages from potential clients. He set the phone down and said "Come on in." He could sense some of the nervousness back in Gabe's demeanor. "Close the door and get comfortable" Ric said, pointing at the middle of his bed. He watched Gabe walk in and sit down near the other end of the bed. The jeans and tee he had on down at breakfast were replaced by some basketball shorts and a sleeveless tee. "I hope you're liking the floor better than the last place you were. It's hard to meet people if you move in a few weeks after everyone else. Did your roommate from last year not come back?" Gabe asked timidly. Ric laughed and explained "I'm a freshman. My roommates last year were mom and dad. The first two I had this year sucked. One guy said he was afraid I would rape him in his sleep and the other guy was just a dick. Eddy has been a million times better and I'm slowly meeting new people. How about you?" "Oh, I'm a junior. I've been on the floor the past two years with the same roommate. He's great since he spends all of his time at his girlfriend's place and I have the room to myself except for the odd time he comes back for a day or two" Gabe said. "That's cool. But I'd hate to get surprised when he shows up. At least with Eddy, I know his schedule" Ric said before moving to the middle of the bed, closer to Gabe. "What kinds of stuff do you like to do when you get your room all to yourself? It doesn't sound like you invite lots of guys over" Ric said, grinning back at Gabe. "Uh... no. After the last guy beat me up, I let other guys make the first move. I'm kind of submissive, anyway" Gabe replied. "That sucks. I mean that someone would beat you up for showing an interest in them. Submissive guys can be fun. Are you a bottom or one of those rare submissive tops?" Ric asked, moving a little closer and resting his hand on Gabe's leg. "Mostly bottom. I had a Dom make me fuck his sub last year, but I only top maybe once or twice a year... Are you one of those big dicked bottom guys? It seems that most freshman are bottoms" Gabe asked. Ric smiled hearing Gabe get much more relaxed. His hand moved under Gabe's shirt and started to feel the soft, hairless chest. Gabe let out a soft moan as Ric replied "I'm vers, but most of the time I top. I thought I'd be getting laid all the time in college, but it hasn't turned out that way. I was a lot more active in high school." "I'm sure a hot guy like you will have your pick of guys to fuck soon" Gabe said. Ric leaned in and whispered "I already found one. Whatcha think?" "Who? Me?" Gabe gasped. A few seconds later he said "Oh hell yeah!" Ric tugged on Gabe's shirt and had it off in a flash. Gabe slid off the bed, kicked off his shoes and pulled his shorts and underwear off almost as quickly while Ric stood up. A few seconds later, Gabe was on his knees looking up at Ric. Ric smiled and watched Gabe tentatively reach up to the sides of Ric's shorts. He nodded and Gabe pulled them down, revealing the growing bulge inside the jockstrap's pouch. Gabe didn't wait for approval for the next move, where he rubbed over the pouch and then pulled the jock off. Next, he wrapped his hand around Ric's cock and looked all around it. His tongue licked under the shaft and along the length before he pulled the foreskin back and licked over the head. Initially, Ric wasn't sure how experienced Gabe was but the way he was working his cock over now showed he knew his way around a guy's crotch. Gabe raised his other hand and started caressing Ric's groin while he lapped over the hardening shaft. It felt good and Ric let Gabe go at his own pace, soon feeling him wrap his lips around his cock and starting to suck. When Gabe grasped his hips with both hands, taking his cock in deeper, he knew he was in for a good blowjob. He wrapped his right hand around the back of Gabe's head, following it as it bobbed on his leaking cock. Gabe's hands moved around and grabbed on to Ric's butt cheeks as he kept sucking. Ric only gave a few light encouragement tugs but when Gabe gagged a little, he backed off. A couple deep breaths later, Ric felt his cock enter the tight throat. Gabe continued for a few more minutes, taking Ric deeper into his throat until he forced his face into Ric's pubes. He stayed there several seconds, squeezed his throat around Ric's shaft and then pulled off. "Fuck yeah! I can take it!" Gabe yelled out, looking up at Ric and smiling. "Damn, that felt good. You've done that before, I can tell" Ric said. "Mmhmm, last year there was a basketball player I used to suck off. His cock was about your size. While he claimed to be straight, he said gay guys suck dick a lot better than women. I think I sucked him off two or three times a week most of last year" Gabe said. His hands were back roaming over Ric's abs and groin when one stopped over the tattoo. "God, I love this tat. It looks so hot hiding there under your pubes. Do you know what it means or did you just get it since it looks cool" Gabe asked. "It's got a few meanings to me, but I know what it usually stands for. Do you?" Ric asked back. "Yeah, but I'm surprised. I usually don't meet poz freshman until later in the year" Gabe said. Ric chuckled and said "Well, I used to be a poz senior. Now I have to start over again. You don't seem to be scared by it." "Nah, I've been fucked by several poz guys. They're actually safer than guys that never get tested" Gabe replied, tracing his finger around the tattoo. "Not always. Only the one's on meds for a while. So you're poz too?" Ric asked, hoping to meet another poz guy to fuck. "No, I just got tested too. All neg, but yeah, the poz guys that fucked me were undetectable. I assume you are too. The tat doesn't look fresh so you've had it a while" Gabe said. Ric chuckled before saying "Bad assumption." He chuckled again as he saw Gabe's reaction. Several seconds later he added "I guess our play time is over, then. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to." He started to reach for his jockstrap on the floor when Gabe said "I don't want to stop. You're the hottest guy I've ever been with and that comment just made you even hotter. You're not looking at me as just another notch in your belt... or bedpost." Ric saw the excitement in his eyes and replied "Thanks. I try not to always think with my dick. Oral is pretty safe, you can suck me off if you want." "I'm up for anything. I always wondered what that basketball player's dick would feel like and you would be really close. I got a couple big dildos to try, but there's nothing like a real cock in your ass" Gabe replied. He winked at Ric and climbed back on the bed, laying on his back before pulling his legs back. "Just go easy, I haven't been fucked in over a week" Gabe said. "I only fuck bare. That ok?" Ric asked. "Yeah, condoms make my hole sore, so I avoid them" Gabe replied. Ric smiled as he reached over and flicked the lock on the door. A quick tug pulled Gabe's ass off the edge of the bed which was followed by a little push on his legs to get his hole in position. Ric dragged the tip of his leaking cock around the ring, watching the precum soak the soft skin. His eyes slowly looked up Gabe's body, first seeing his rock hard cock drip it's own pre, past the hairless chest and dime-sized nipples and up to his grinning face. He saw Gabe take a deep breath and relax, giving him the chance to push in. A couple seconds of pressure later, Ric's cock slipped inside and he paused, with just the head past the outer ring. Both guys moaned while Ric let Gabe get used to his bare cock. Gabe took a deep breath again and Ric felt a lighter grip on his dick and began to rock his hips to drive his cock deeper. "Oooohhh that feels so good" Gabe said softly, with just a slight hint of pain in his voice. Gabe was tight, but Ric quickly realized he knew how to take a thick cock. His strokes got longer and his cock plunged deeper each time. A few minutes later, Ric leaned forward, letting Gabe rest his legs on Ric's shoulders. The moans got louder from both of them and soon any evidence of pain was gone from Gabe's voice. "Yeah, plow that hole. Make me feel all of that dick" Gabe moaned out. "Mmm? You want more?" Ric asked, a grin covering his face. Gabe nodded and Ric began driving his cock in deeper. Gabe's moans turned to grunts with the longer thrusts, occasionally with a hint of pain coming back into his voice. The smile on Gabe's face never wavered, though. He'd lightly grip Ric's cock as it plowed in, gripping it tighter occasionally and clamp down hard a few times trying to get Ric to fill his guts with cum. Ric felt the hole getting slicker from his cock leaking precum. He wasn't sure he wanted to knock up another guy on the floor, though. He had already dumped another seven loads in Jack's neg ass and was waiting for the fuck flu to hit him any day now. But when Gabe squeezed his cock hard for the third time he had a decision to make and he had to make it quick. A few moments later he slowed down and Gabe started to milk his shaft. "Fuck yeah!" Gabe yelled out as Ric's cock started to swell and his breaths got labored. Ric pulled his cock free and aimed it at Gabe's chest and let his load spray all over. Gabe's smile disappeared and was replaced with a confused 'What The Fuck' expression. A few moments later, Gabe said "I was hoping you'd cum inside me." "You sure?" Ric asked. "Oh yeah. Its not a good fuck unless someone takes a load" Gabe replied. "I could knock you up if I breed you" Ric told him. "With as slick as my ass feels right now, your pre might already have. But I want to feel cum in me. You got some more?" Gabe asked. Ric felt his cock twitch a couple times and he nodded. With the shaft still hard, he adjusted his aim and jammed his cock back into Gabe's wet hole. Ric fucked harder than he had all day, trying to coax some more cum from his balls. "Work my nips" Ric said, staring back at Gabe and seeing the smile back on his face. At first, Gabe just rubbed lightly over the pierced nubs but a minute later the pressure got harder. Then he pinched them and Ric started to slam into Gabe's ass. When Gabe twisted his left nip and then right one, Ric howled out and slammed in one more time, releasing several volleys of toxic seed into Gabe's hungry ass. He heard Gabe cry out in the middle of his orgasm and he hoped it wasn't from regret. Then he felt Gabe's cock shooting cum into the bottom of his jaw. The next few spurts hit Gabe on his face and the rest over his chest and stomach. Both stood there, gasping but a grin on their faces too. Ric slowly pulled out and laid on top of Gabe's chest and kissed him. A few moments later, he rolled off and laid on his back next to him. "Now that I know you can cum twice, I'm going to expect at least two loads every time we fuck" Gabe said. "You shoot damn hard. That would feel real good breeding me. If you ever want to top let me know" Ric said. Gabe chuckled and replied "I like feeling a dick in me too much. It's even better when it leaves me feel sore and filled... like now." "Cool. But... maybe we can flip some time and you can shoot your first poz load in me" Ric said, grinning back at Gabe.

Coming a bit faster than expected, what was supposed to be the first few paragraphs became the whole of part 3. It's basically an expansion of the second part and lays the ground better for what's coming. Buckle up, things are barely getting started for Rick and his boy. Part 3 – A sign of Things To cum After the fact, Daddy told me that my conversion session lasted three whole days. He fed me so many kinds of drugs to keep me high, horny and awake that by the end my brain was completely fried and I have no memory of the last 24 hours. Daddy had his dick in my ass pretty much the whole time and only stopped because he was too sore to carry on; there was blood and cum all over his cock and oozing out my ass, he also told me it was the longest and most intense fucking session he ever had. During this epic session, Daddy would never stop telling me how happy he finally found me. He kept calling me his greatest achievement and a dream come true. Corrupting and converting a straight boy like me was his lifelong dream and he finally had a slave he could mold exactly to his image. When we finally both collapsed from complete exhaustion, Daddy injected me some tranquilizer to help me go to sleep for a long while to make sure I could get a full rest without experiencing a crash from the chems withdrawal. “This will help you sleep soundly. I’ll see you again in a couple days when you wake up, and by then you’ll be just like new. In more ways than one,” he said while pushing on the syringe. It was true. I was now a completely new person. The straight old me was definitely dead and gone and a poz chem slut had taken his place. But it wasn’t all that simple. When I finally woke up, I didn’t know how much time had passed. I was completely naked. I was in a place I didn’t recognize either. It was a different room than mine. I was on a bed covered in black rubber sheeting. The walls were black and there were no windows. It looked something like a fetishist’s dungeon, but almost empty. An awful feeling crept over me. Was this all a dream? Did it really happen? Did I accept to become a gay slave and be fed all kinds of dangerous drugs and let Rick fuck my ass relentlessly? Oh my god, was I HIV positive now? What have I done?! I was starting to panic when the door opened, and Rick came in. “Hey son, calm down, it’s alright. Daddy’s here. Don’t worry, everything is under control.” “What did you do to me?” The drugs had worn off and I was sober. The reality of my situation was hitting me hard, and I had a hard time accepting I had surrendered so quickly and easily to my recent fantasies. “I told you, son. I have shown you your true nature. What you are experiencing right now is completely normal. This is a very big change you just went through, and your mind is trying to make sense of what happened. Don’t worry I have just the thing to make you feel better.” He sat down next to me and passed an arm around my shoulders. I thought he was trying to comfort me, and in a way that’s what he did, but he mostly was holding me in place. With his other hand, he stuck some black rubber respirator mask in my face and held it tight. I tried to protest and get away, but Daddy was stronger than me and I couldn’t move. “It’s alright, son. Calm down and breathe slowly. That’s it, deep breaths. Slow and steady.” At first, I didn’t want to be drugged again but I didn’t have a choice either and I had to breathe so I did as I was told. I inhaled whatever Daddy was giving me and. It smelled like very strong medicine, but with a sweet cinnamon hint. I instantly felt different, relaxed and mellow, but there was also a strong tingling building up in my groin. “I told you I was going to keep you high on drugs all the time and never let you regret your choice, right? Well, there it is. Keep breathing, son. I’m sorry I thought you’d sleep a little bit longer and you woke up before I could dose you again. Now try to focus on what you remember from before you passed out. How much pleasure you felt. How horny you were. My huge poz cock in your ass. How you begged me to slam you over and over again. How you couldn’t get enough of my seed.” Daddy removed the mask from my face, stood up, removed his shirt and faced me. “Remember this,” he said as he pointed to his biohazard tattoo. “You kept telling me how beautiful you thought it was and how you couldn’t wait to get one.” It was all coming back to me at once and all my fears were washed away as soon as I saw the tattoo. It looked glorious. Daddy was right, I was fascinated by it and wanted one on myself. “And you will have yours, don’t worry about that. As soon as you are confirmed poz, which is only a matter of time, I will have one of my friends come here and put some ink on you. You’ll get one just like this one, and a few others I have in mind. It’s gonna be a nice surprise, you’ll see. In the meantime, why don’t you suck on this one for a little bit.” I already had my mouth open when Daddy said that while moving forward to meet me. I started sucking and licking his nipple once again and worshipped his large, bold biohazard tattoo. I was obsessed with it and got extremely horny having it in right in my face. And just like that, the last remnants of doubt or regret went away. Even though there were a few moments after that when I wasn’t chemmed up in my life with Daddy, I never regretted it once again. I was barely high from whatever was in that mask, but I was completely set on my new life as a chem slave. I already wanted to feel like I did before I blacked out from our epic session. I was getting extremely excited worshipping my Master’s tattoo and started moaning like crazy. Daddy put his hand behind my head and pressed on it, forcing me to suck harder on his nipple, which made him grunt with his deep voice. “That’s it boy, worship the tattoo. Worship the virus. Can you feel it flowing in your veins? It’s slowly taking place in your system, infecting your cells, wrecking your DNA. It’s altering you as we speak, making you into a different person. A poz slut. But you’re not completely poz yet. It takes time. We probably have a few weeks before you begin experiencing the fuck flu. You’ll get a nice fever, you’ll feel like complete shit for a few days, and by the end of it you will finally have completed your conversion. In the meantime, I have lots of plans for you. You’re going to learn what it means to be my slave. Okay now, enough with the nipples, you have to suck on something bigger while I explain a few things to you.” Daddy then pushed me back and unzipped his pants, whipping out his magnificent poz cock, already rock hard and oozing precum, right in my face. I didn’t need more directions and started sucking it hungrily, swallowing as much poz juice as I could while listening to what Daddy was saying. I don’t know what I inhaled in the rubber mask was, but it was making me hornier and hornier even minutes after I stopped taking it. The poz talk was music to my ears. I was no longer horrified by the disease; I was craving it. I wanted more HIV, more virus. My Daddy’s poz cum was so tasty I was convinced the virus was giving it an additional flavor. I felt like it was burning my mouth and my throat. And I wanted more. I wanted to be fucked by several poz men. I wanted the most toxic cocks available to line up and fuck my ass and fill it up to the brim. I wanted to overflow with deadlier and deadlier strains. I wanted to give birth to the most toxic version of the virus possible and then gift it to the world. And while these feelings were drowning my thoughts, Daddy kept talking to me. “Now is the time to tell you a bit more about me, son. I’m now 54 years old. I’ve stopped working about 3 years ago because I had made so much money selling patents that I never have to worry about money ever again. You see, I’m both an anesthesiologist and a chemical engineer. I’ve always been interested in drugs of all kinds and enjoy getting people high, either through legal or illegal ways. I started as an anesthesiologist about 25 years ago and wanted to improve what we used so I designed new compounds that are now widely used in the field. I’ll keep receiving very large royalties for decades. I also still act as consultant for several big pharmaceutical companies even to this day, when I feel like it. But my true joy is to really get people fucked up and abuse them in various ways. And this is exactly what I plan on doing with you. I have built a whole complex in the basement of my house, a sex dungeon if you want to call it that way, where we are right now. This is your new room for the foreseeable future. I never showed it to you since you’ve been living here. Nobody knows it exists except a few trusted friends. Nobody can find you here, it’s like you don’t exist anymore. And you’ll probably never get out of here again. There is everything you and I need here. It’s now your whole universe and you will experience so many great things here. But for now, I haven’t fucked you in three days and I must keep you charged up to further your infection so let’s get on with it. Stop sucking me and get on all fours, facing the wall, NOW.” I regretfully let go of Daddy’s delicious dick and did as I was told. I was expecting to be fucked right away but instead I could feel something wet and warm touching my hole. It felt amazing and I started moaning loudly. Daddy handed me a brown bottle. “Take these poppers and inhale continuously, or until I tell you to stop.” I opened the bottle and started sniffing heavily while Daddy was eating my ass. After three hits I was already flying and could feel Daddy’s tongue go further and further into my hole. After a while he was basically tongue-fucking me and I was screaming in delight. “Don’t stop hitting that bottle you fucking faggot.” I was having trouble keeping my hands steady and spilled some on the bed. Then I could feel some fingers in my ass stretching and opening me up. I kept inhaling and I could see my fingertips turning blue when Daddy told me to stop and put the lid back on the bottle. Then I felt something cold in my ass and knew I was getting some T-laced lube, just like my first time with Daddy. The burning sensation soon followed and Daddy didn’t wait any longer to ram his huge toxic cum inside me. I came instantly and felt like my own cum was being pushed out of my balls by Daddy’s cock. He started fucking me very fast and with each push more cum would come out of me. “Oh yeah, you’re still so tight and warm boy, such a perfect little hole. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking you, son.” I was so happy to hear how Daddy liked my ass. I was incredibly proud of being his son. The Tina he pushed in my ass was starting to get to me and I could feel the heat all over my body and I craved even more dick and poz cum. I wanted it all. I felt so good I started crying. “You ok boy?” “I... I love you so much Daddy. I love your toxic poz dick so much, I love it fucking my ass. Please breed me again Daddy. Please give me more drugs and make me into your personal guinea pig. Get me high and fucked up, give me more toxic seed so I can grow my own poz babies, give me your gift and make me more pregnant. I love you so much and what you do to me, please never stop abusing me, it’s sooo good...” “I know son. It turns you on, doesn’t it? The poz talk, the chems, all these dirty and horrible things I did and plan on doing to you? That’s why you were born. That’s where you belong. Soon I’ll breed you again and then I’ll put you to sleep and make you experience things you have never heard about. You will see, I have so many surprises for you. I will have complete control over you and remove any possibility of free will that remains. You’ll be turned into an object, a fuck toy, an HIV incubator, a public attraction, a freak. And you will love every second of it.” “Yes, please Daddy!” “Now take my load, you fucking bitch!” And then Daddy pushed violently against my ass with his hips, buried himself deep and shot a load so big I felt it filling my guts. His toxic cum was hot in my bowels and I could feel it burning my insides. I was picturing millions of viruses running through my ass, entering my walls and invading my bloodstream, joining the growing population of viruses slowly infecting my body, and I welcomed them all with open arms. “Thank you, Daddy!” Daddy pulled out, leaving an awful void in my ass. It felt cold and empty instantly and I cried out in despair. Daddy pushed me down, turned me over and shoved the rubber mask back in my face. “Inhale, deep breathes.” I instantly felt calmer and numb. After a few seconds, Daddy removed the mask and produced a syringe. I thought he was about to slam me but then Daddy said: “Now I’m putting you back to sleep. I still have some preparations to do for the next phase of your journey. When you wake up, you will enter a new reality. I’m about to send you on a one-way trip to Wonderland.” Daddy had a huge grin on his face as he inserted the needle in my arm and quickly pushed on the plunger. I felt a cold wave spreading in my arm and I immediately felt heavier. Darkness overtook my vision and the last thing I saw was my Daddy’s magnificent biohazard tattoo, a sign of things to come, I hoped...

Visited London awhile ago, was sucking and getting fucked in a public park at night. After a couple hours I started back to my hotel when I realized a young hot guy was following me from across the street staring intensely and touching himelf. He gave me a nod to follow him down a dark alley, he ended up me sucking him off. Then he said to go home with him nearby so he could fuck me proper. He kept fucking through the night, going back to sleep and I wake up to him pushing back into me. No talking the whole time, about 2 fucks. Around 5 in the morning he just finished when the door opens, flatmate asks if he can have a go. He rolls off my back and moves over in bed when flatmate presents his sweatly damp uncut for me to spit on, mounts me facedown and just fucks like I'm a toy. Cums deep pushing hard to be as deep as he can be, slow rhythmic pushing into me,lays there in the afterglow for a couple minutes. "Clean the spunk off me" he said presenting his dick and balls for me to clean off. They sandwiched me as we fell off to sleep. I felt really used when I left in the morning walking home smelling of cum.

Planned a layover in Atlanta Sunday night and went to Flex. Only large room available was the sling room so I got it. Walked around wearing only a harness and chastity cage, no towel. Only wore the jockstrap when ass up on the bed and didn't when in the sling. Between being anon ass up face down with blindfold on the bed and blindfolded in the sling in the room I took 16 loads. Some guys dropped 2 loads in me. While walking the hallway I saw this tall, muscular slightly beefy Latino in his mid to late 20s I guess. Hot! Figured he would blow me off and keep going. A little small chat and as I reached for his dick under his towel he pulled it out. I dropped to my knees and started sucking him in the hallway. I then said I have a room if he wants to go. Luckily it was right behind us. He said yes and we went. He laid on his back and I started sucking him. As he got hard he asked if I wanted to ride him. I didn't hesitate to slide down on him raw. I rode him for a bit then he started fucking me. After a short while I started riding him again and he said he was about to cum. When I thought he was about to cum I came down on him and held him inside as he shot his load in me. I collapsed on top of him and we started to kiss and make out for a short while. Both of us sweating. Set a new best taking 17 loads in one night. Previously had taken 15 loads at Flex before New Years and 15 once before at Crew Club in DC. Pic below is of the Latino guy and myself.

Anyone liked those tube videos of Mungo87 or Sir_Redd breeding sluts like Kris hart with his his BBC? I miss his videos. seems to be from Canada. How do you get fucked by him? Doesn't respond on twitter.

Does anyone know of any Triple DP vids out there?If so, please post links. 😛😛😛

War in Europe. How much of global human calamity has been encapsulated by those three words? There’s no point looking for a rational explanation for how things have come to this - Putin is mentally unbalanced, just as Trump is mentally unbalanced, and the leaders of China, Hungary, Poland, Venezuela, Brazil, Myanmar, Afghanistan… the list continues. As long as populations place power in the hands of lunatics, chaos will ensue. The only question is what price sanity will have to pay to restore order. A lot, I should suspect. In another thread, we bemoan the tendency of young people these days to ignore conventions of social conduct that make society function smoothly, but young people today are growing and developing in a period of uncertainty and chaos that I, at least, have not experienced in my 55 years. It’s hardly to be wondered that they exhibit signs of insecurity and anxiety. The world has gone mad and they think that’s the way it normally is. The question now is, how contagious is Putin’s madness? It’s not as if his attack harms Ukraine alone. Every shell he lobs is an attack on the world, because the harm is felt everywhere. The weapons he fired today made holes in buildings in Eastern Ukraine - and made a big fucking hole in my retirement account when the markets plummeted. Not that I put my piffling monetary concern on a level with the suffering faced by the people of Ukraine, but when you multiply my loss of wealth by that of everyone else in the world so affected, the global cost of Putin’s aggression becomes staggering even before it starts being counted in lives lost. Will his madness encourage others? The notion that slapping a zealot in the wallet is going to deter him strikes me as wishful thinking. I am not hopeful that he can be pushed to any kind of outcome that will not seem like successful aggression, and encourage more of the same…

I really appreciate it that you share your thoughts. Although I don’t have close friends either in Ukraine or Russia I have students from both countries (in same courses) and this war is happening in our neighbourhood. War is not a proper answer for debates. And aggression generates newer aggression. There are no words how much I am sad. 😞

While I personally know multiple people who are from that region and still has family there, I don't need to talk about that horror specifically. I have already seen civilian casualties through unofficial media, I can say that collateral civilian damages in the first day are tremendous. There are already military casualties on both sides, including Russians, and I'll just say I am glad Ukrainians are fighting back even being overwhelmed militarily. The Javelins are working. Collective "you" for the people in other European countries need to register that costs of an adventure like that will be global, and it will be unavoidable for any major economy in the West. AND regular citizenry will be paying them out of pocket. When you see higher prices for petrol and diesel, when your heating supply may be jacked, if you lose value in your retirement savings because the market crashed - the ways Putler will impact civilized societies will be unprecedented. That is before direct military impacts and casualties on the ground. There are already reports about military fighting around Chernobyl, where the radiation levels from 1986 disaster are still at play. That alone can become the biggest eco threat to Western Europe when that dust starts flowing with winds after being lifted in the air as a result of explosions. We really don't know how bad this is going to be.

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What you’re pointing to and suggesting, however, actually sharply limits the potential range of localities, because what you describe is by far the exception in America, not the norm. Instead of doctors who have the spare time in their practice to devote to research, we see an increase in licensed nurse practitioners filling in behind a shortage of fully qualified MDs because the burgeoning population is outstripping the capacity of the medical system. There are (many) places in the American heartland where there simply no longer is no local clinic at all - some places are even losing entire hospitals. Even in a place like the third-largest city in Kentucky, in what is probably its best-regarded clinic, my GP didn’t have enough experience with HIV to recognize its symptoms until I had progressed to full-blown AIDS right under his nose. Never mind finding a shame-free clinic, try finding one where they even know it when they see it. The best you can hope for is to find reasonably competent care in Louisville or Lexington, and for the majority of the people in this state that means an hour or more drive, one-way, if you can get an appointment. They’re so backlogged with patients that research is out of the question. I certainly don’t hold godforsaken Kentucky up as any kind of example, but it’s more or less the same story anywhere from rural America all the way up through the mid-range towns and cities. The hard reality is that the farther you choose to separate yourself from the major metropolitan centers, the more high-end options you may expect to sacrifice. There’s a reason the rents get cheaper out there - the standard of living doesn’t merit the price. You should certainly look for the best possible options…but you may have to modulate your expectations.

I found most attractive to be pretty cool actually. If we are using a scale, I’m talking about guys 8-10 (good looks, stable financially, socially, etc.) I’ve had good luck with those guys. They are totally secure. For example, we have a guy in my town who’s been in some major label gay porn. When he’s online, no hassle, I can go over and breed him. Total stud and a sweetheart. We had a super hot guy show up in our cruising spot a few months ago in a $100k car. We fucked him six ways to Sunday behind the restrooms. He was hella cool It’s the average guys that have a chip. Their constant need for validation is exhausting. They always believe they are one step away, one job away, one friend/FB away from being THAT guy. Not so attractive or “less desirable” guys are usually know who they are and have accepted it. So called nerds, sketch guys, losers or they guy with a little bit of a gut often turns out to be the better fucks. They get right down to business, almost as if to hurry before you change your mind. Im speaking in generalities of course, but that’s just my observation!

Actually, no. A lot of this stems from the degradation of civil society caused by the rise of online social culture that allows people to anonymously interact and indulge the worst aspects of their character without consequence. People from an older generation developed their character during a time when people knew how to treat one another in order to get along and make society function. Young people now are forming their character in echo chambers full of people who screech that nobody has to play by any rules, and ironically complain that anyone who complains about anything is an asshole. Which means, of course, that anyone who disagrees is an asshole. And since nobody is going to agree on everything, everybody becomes an asshole, and why should you be nice to an asshole? So we arrive at a culture in which no one feels obliged to be nice to anyone, are affronted if it’s suggested that they haven’t, and rise in arms if it’s suggested that they must. Nice society of assholes you’re building for yourselves. It doesn’t encourage openmindedness and acceptance as you’re suggesting - it promotes tribalism, polarization and social schism, and we’re watching it tear our nations apart - the “United” States especially - as we watch. So, no, it isn’t just about butthurt because some twentysomething told us no. It’s because the twentysomething has either forgotten how to behave like a decent human being, or never learned in the first place. I raised two of them, and I made damn sure they, at least, understood the difference.

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Since my nature became clear to me, I've known that monogamy was a non-starter. What I've learned is that, while I love and crave offering up my receptive hole to many men, I do crave a deeper bond with a breeder or breeders that can add deeper meaning to my life. Any version of that involves them enjoying and supporting my nature, as I support and enjoy their own nature and need to fuck and fill other men. Going out and getting filled with cum for a man you love or are bonded to so he can enjoy it just makes everything better for me. The only thing better than that is staying home and doing the same thing for him while he watches. I think the kind of relationship you're looking for is possible. I think it's just an additional layer of filtering that makes finding the cumdump you can have a connection with more challenging. I think doing it when the cumdump isn't local to you, and he isn't one of your regular cumholes you've grown to want more from, is even tougher.

The only man I've ever been completely 100% Loyal to is my Twin brother, we've been together our entire lives after all 😈😏

Whenever I have a day off I love to stop by a few places and have some fun. I've never cared if it's understall, gloryhole, or pretty much anywhere. Put a hard cock in front of me, and I'll do my best to work a load out of it. Got lucky and got two cocks back to back. I recognize his hairy belly of the first guy that walked in, and his long, thick cock. What's great about him is how vocal he is. As long as he knows that people are in the restroom cruising you're going to hear him moan when he comes. After I swallowed his load the second guy walked into the stall next to me. Sadly it doesn't have a gloryhole, but he had no problem giving me his hard cock under the stall while my first load giver was pulling his pants up. Eventually he moved to the gloryhole so he was more comfortable, and I could tell he was going to require more effort to get off. That wasn't a problem since both of us were enjoying ourselves. After about 8-ish minutes or so he gave me his load. There's just something about feeling a man's cock pulse while shooting cum inside you that's the best feeling ever. Haven't decided if I'm going to post the videos of me sucking off both guys yet online, but I'll at least post a pic of it here.

I thought I would put this down before it blends into just another night of nasty. Tonight started like many others. I was on my way home from work and I stopped off at the video store to see who or what I may get into. It started quick. I walked by a larger booth and a guy waved me in. I went in and he was fucking another hot older man that was bent over. I got down on my knees and started sucking the guy that was getting fucked. I stood up to take my coat off and the man fucking gave me a look that I have seen hundreds of times letting me know he wanted to breed me. I turned to show him my ass and he rubbed his hand between my crack to feel my pussy. I naturally presented myself to him and he pulled out of the hot guy he was fucking and took off his condom. He asked me if I had a condom and I said no I don’t use them. He started to put his nice sized dick inside me with some spit. He got the head in and when I started to push back on him he said he only fucked safe. I said ok and focused my attention to the other guy. I turned around and presented my ass to him while I sucked the guy that wouldn’t fuck me without a condom. Seconds later I could feel some lube slide into my crack and the hotter of the two guys start to slide in. He fucked me good and gave a big moan as he was unloading in me. The other guy pulled out of my mouth and shot all over the wall of the booth. What a waste of good seed. I pulled up my pants and left the booth in search of my next load. I walked by another booth with a tall black guy in it sitting down stroking his huge cock. It was beer can thick and at least 9 inches long. I went in and let nature take its course. I got down between his legs and started to suck on his mammoth cock. He had a particular way of getting serviced. He liked to get sucked without hands and his nipples lightly stroked. I did this for about 20 minutes until my jaw was tired. He made it clear that was all he wanted. He didn’t want my pussy. So I left. Having one load in me I wanted more of course so I drove to another video store that has glory holes in their booths. I cruised for a while but nothing was happening. I was walking to my car to leave when I saw this young black guy getting out of his car and walking in. I turned around and went back into the store again. He went into a big booth and I opened the door after and he motioned me in. He was looking for strait porn and sat down on the bench. I assumed my dagger pose and got down between his legs to suck his cock. He has a nice dick. Not huge but around 8 I would guess. I suck him for a few mins and he says…I know you want me to fuck you. I said yes please. He asked if I had a condom and I said no. I turned around and sat down on his cock and rubbed it a few times on my pussy. He liked that and guided it in my cummy hole. There is nothing better than hearing the low and deep moan come out of a man when he is entering you. He started to lift me up and down riding his cock. I started to get a cramp on my leg from the odd angle so I stood up and got doggy on the bench with him behind me. He was fucking me good. Very hard when I heard the door to the booth open. A guy I had seen at the other video store came in to watch. He took his cock out and I sucked it a little to get him hard. He was jacking off mostly as the black guy fucked me relentlessly. The guy that was jacking said he was going to cum and asked the guy fucking me if it was ok if he came on his dock while he was fucking me. The guy said yes and he came on his dick and my pussy has he was shafting me. It must have been a big load because I was instantly a sloppy mess. The guy that just came pulled up his pants and left. The black guy said he was close to cumming so I asked him if he wanted to breed me doggy. He said yes and I assumed the position. He pounded my pussy hard for several minutes. I almost asked him to stop but he gave me the signal that he was breeding me by slamming in as hard as he could and holding it while his balls drained in me. He pulled out I got down on my knees and cleaned him and thanked him. He pulled up his pants and left me there gaping and dripping seed. I did one more quick sweep of the facility and left. My pussy is still sore as I type this. It was a great way to start my week.

Chapter 3 of 4. Jack reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. He got down on his knees and lapped at my boy’s eager hole. My boy moaned in delight as Jack worked his tongue deeper and his hole loosened up, ready for the fucking that was about to come. Jack looked and me and the cab driver and told us to get our dicks out. We did and in a flash there were three precummy dicks at my boy’s ass. Jack pulled the rubber over his big cock and guided my hand to his crotch for the second time that night. ‘Put it in him. Put my cock in your boy’s hole,’ and I did. I led his huge tool right up to my boy’s winking pussy and it slid right in. My boy squealed with delight and Jack slid his sheathed cock balls deep, lubed just with spit. He held it there for my boy to adjust to his girth and then started rocking his hips back and forth. I kept one hand holding my boy’s leg up and the other milking my drooling dick. The cab driver did the same. Jack pulled out, careful to keep the rubber sheath in place. He nodded to me and I took his place. He held my boy’s legs high as I slammed raw into my boy’s hole, loosened up by Jack’s massive cock. It felt so good feeling his stretched-out pussy sliding back and forth that I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I leaked precum into his guts, hoping it would make taking that big rubbered-up cock easier. I pulled out and shot ropes of fresh cum all over my boy’s hole and caught my breath as the cab driver shoved me out of the way. He mopped up my seed with his raw cock and slammed himself balls deep into my boy’s unprotected cunt. I didn’t know his name or his status, but I knew he was making my boy feel good. The guy pounded my boy for a few minutes then pulled out. I knew he was close and wanted to make it last longer. Jack took his place and shoved that sheathed cock back into my boy. I heard him gasp and looked over his knees to see him wincing in pain. Jack’s cock was bigger than me or the cab driver and the latex was scraping his guts. Jack suggested he take it off saying, ‘he’s already been filled up once tonight. What harm is one or two loads going to make?’ For the first time, I shook my head, ‘no,’ and he just grinned and pulled out. I knelt down and lapped at my boy’s puffy hole. As I was lapping the remnants of my frothy cum, mixed with the driver’s juices seeping, out of my boy’s used hole, I couldn’t help but think how perverse it was for me to be complacently and enthusiastically lubing up my boy’s hole for another man, or men, to fuck. With my boy’s hole wet and sloppy, I stood up and helped the cab driver hold my boy’s legs aloft. Jack smiled at me, again leading my hand to the base of his cock to slip it inside my boy. To be continued…

I'd be in the abortion clinic every 8 months. 😉 Then start over again.

I was laying on my back. Legs spread apart, looking at these two, hot muscular men. They were smiling their horny smiles to me and each other. Michael took a step foreward, and approached me. He let some spit drip down on his cock, just before he placed his cockhead on my hole. He slowly inserted it into my ass, inch for inch. When he was balls deep he exhaled deeply, and started thrusting. He kept a steady rythm, fucking me. He didnt go particularily hard, nor too soft. Peter came over to me, stepped up onto the bed, sitting on my face while he made out with Michael. At this point I really enjoyed the whole scene. Peter's ass was hot, his hole was beautiful, and when felt really good when I used my tongue on it. Sitting on me, he was mostly in control, burying my face in his ass. It felt amazing eating it while Michael was fucking me. I was really their toy now. Peter was right, Michael came rather quickly. Thinking of the fact that we had been playing for hours, I was surprised he suddenly came so quick. I noticed he changed tempo and force, thrusting faster and harder. "I'm close", Michael remarked. "Fuck yeah. Fill this slutty hole with your cum. Breed him well, and ampty your balls inside him" Peter said with great energy. "Mmmmm", was all I could say from inside Peters tasty ass. "He wants your cum, Michael. He needs it, he really does. All that sperm inside him, fill him up. Give him that cum. All that you got." Peter continued. It was right. Peter was a verbal genius. It was after this that I checked out Damien Silver. No wonder Damien and Peter were friends. Continuing to be verbal, and make the situation horny as hell, Peter was almost directing the scene. Michael got closer and closer, Peter asking him to come inside me. While this was happening he moved away, and stuck his cock down my throat. I really got familiar with the taste of Peter this night. I would recognize it any day. Michael came inside me. He was thrusting, then suddenly stopped, and just pressed deeper and deeper. Leaning foreward, cramping a bit while pumping his cum into me. He moaned like nothing I had heard before. It was maybe the most satisfied sound I ever hread. Peter however, didnt take any break. He kept throatfucking me the whole time. "Hell yeeeah! Thats good, pump him full, Michael! Fill his ass with your ball juice. Empty your balls in him. Fuck yeah!!" I was horny as fuck, and had I not gagged on Peters cock, I would have begged for his load too. Michael continued some minutes with slow thrusting, just to make sure all drops of cum were inside me. Then he pulled out carefully. Peter let my throat go, and jumped off the bed. He gave Michael a kiss and pat on the back, saying "Good job. One load inside, one to go!" ...

I'm not into it.

Part 99 - Diploma Time Mark and Eric were walking down the concourse at the stadium looking for the section where their seats were. “Fuck. I hope this goes ok” Mark said to Eric. They stopped near the mens room and Mark was in front of an older guy and said “Hello, Uncle Edward. I didn’t expect to see you here.” The guy was a tall, thin, meek looking man who was mostly bald wearing an ill-fitting, cheap looking blue suit. “Mark? Likewise, I didn’t expect you to be here. We came up for Cynthia’s graduation. It’s a year early but you know what a bookworm she always was” Edward said. “Congratulations. I came back from California for my brother Joe’s graduation. Is Aunt Sophie here too?” Mark asked, trying to be polite. “Oh yes. We even brought your parents up. I was hoping that seeing your brother on the stage getting his diploma will get them out of their stubborn old fashioned thinking and let your family be whole again. Is this your… boyfriend?” Edward asked. “Oh yes, sorry. Eric this is my Uncle Edward. Uncle, this is my partner Eric” Mark said, surprised at the accepting tone. “Good to meet you Eric. Keep a tight leash on him, he can be pretty wild at times but he is a good person” Edward said with a smile. “Yes, he is. I think I manage keeping him in line” Eric replied with a grin. “I’d love to talk more, but I need to get back to Sophie and your parents. Fingers crossed it goes well” Edward said as he leaned in to hug Mark and then Eric. Edward continued down the concourse and Mark and Eric went in the opposite direction to their seats. “Well, fuck me. I can’t believe how good that went. I expected fireworks or him avoiding me” Mark said. “Maybe there’s hope yet” Eric said. —— Walking out of the stadium after the ceremony, Mark spotted his parents with his aunt and uncle. His mother glanced his way and smiled briefly but kept walking. He and Eric got to the car and headed back to the hotel. They took a long hot shower together, taking turns sucking each other and making out under the cascading water. They finally turned off the water and dried each other. They both stood there naked, rummaging around their suitcases trying to figure out what to wear to Joe’s party. Eric slid on a pair of shorts and a jersey with his last name emblazoned on the back above the number 69. “Going commando, huh?” Mark asked. “Yeah, I don’t want to slow anyone down from stuffing their college dick in me or mine in them” Eric replied, chuckling. Mark pulled on a yellowed, dirty jockstrap and some baggy cargo shorts that hung down showing the top of his crack and the waist strap on his jock. He pulled a tank top on and then grabbed a couple bottles of poppers and a small lube bottle and put them in a pocket. “You don’t think your brother will have enough?” Eric asked. “I want to be prepared. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night” Mark replied. They drove over to Joe’s apartment, stopping at the drug store on the way. Mark laughed when he got to the checkout line and it was the same cashier that checked him out when he got the tests for Joe and Kyle the previous fall. She had the same disapproving expression on her face as she scanned the kit and Mark paid for it. He grabbed the bag and walked out and hopped in the car. Eric looked inside the bag and said with a big grin “I can tell you the result right now, if you’re not sure.” Mark laughed and replied “Joe wanted it. I assume he wants to know if he tagged another one.” They got to Joe’s apartment and walked in the open door. Joe and Kyle were running around getting everything set up for the party. The keg was in the end of the kitchen, the dining table was pushed against the wall and the four well-worn dining chairs were spread around the living room. The TV was on with no sound and music was playing. “Congratulations Joe. I’m really proud of you” Mark said, hugging his brother. “Thanks! You brought me a present? I love the wrapping job you did” Joe replied, taking the bag from the drug store. Eric hugged Joe and told him “Congrats, bud. Now you can start being a responsible adult” before laughing loudly. Mark gave Kyle a hug and said “Congrats to you too” while squeezing his ass. “So, who is the lucky guy that earned his test?” Eric asked. Joe burst out laughing. “Uh, it’s my neighbor and I didn’t even know he was gay. For the past 2 years, his roommate has been fucking him and sharing him with his buds and I never suspected a thing. He’s going to be our entertainment for the night. I just want to know if he’s already in the club or not. He doesn’t seem to care” Joe said. He finished setting out some munchies and headed back to his bedroom. Joe came back with a canvas bag and said “Mark & Eric, can you help me a minute.” They followed Joe out the door and down the hall. Joe knocked on the door and soon Zhen opened it up. “Hi Zhen. Are you ready?” Joe asked and Zhen nodded back. “This is my brother and his boyfriend Eric. They’re going to help you set the sling up. I’ll be back in 20 minutes or so” Joe told the three as he started to leave. “Oh, I forgot. Here, swab your gums with this” he told Zhen passing him the test stick. Joe went back to his apartment and the three assembled the sling. Mark looked around and there was nothing in the living room of the apartment. Once the sling was put together, Mark showed Zhen how to get on it. It took Zhen a few tries, but then he had it figured out. Mark said “Now, take your clothes off.” Zhen was nervous but did as he was told. He stood there naked with his hands behind his back looking back at Mark. Both Mark and Eric looked him over and felt up his body. Eric guided him into the sling and positioned his legs in the straps. Mark pulled the bottle of lube out of his pocket and slicked up Zhen’s hole. Both Mark and Eric chuckled as they heard him moan each time Mark’s finger pushed inside. He pushed in two fingers and added a little more lube. “I think that’s enough to get you started. After the first two guys, cum will be your lube” Mark said. Mark and Eric stepped towards the door and Zhen asked “You’re not going to fuck me, sir?” Mark stopped and turned around. “Would you like us to?” Mark asked. “Yes, sir. I haven’t been fucked since Tuesday and I need to feel a man inside me” Zhen replied. Mark looked at Eric and grinned. “Are you sure? We don’t have any condoms” Mark said. “I never use them, sir. I was taught it was rude to refuse a top man and to always let them fuck me as nature intended - bare” Zhen stated. “I never pull out. You will take our cum” Mark replied. “I hope so, sir” Zhen said back. Eric unbuttoned his shorts, pushed them to the floor and moved in between Zhen’s legs. Zhen let out a loud gasp. “What?” Eric asked. “I… uh… I have never been fucked by an asian man before” Zhen said. “You’re kidding” Eric and Mark replied together. “No, sirs. Mostly black, some latinos and a few white men. Just the men who Lenny sent to me” Zhen replied. “Well, then. I will be your first” Eric said as he held Zhen’s legs and pushed his cock into the freshly lubed hole. “Thank you, sir” Zhen said as he closed his eyes and relaxed. Eric worked his cock in deeper, knowing that Mark had only lubed the first few inches of Zhen’s fuck chute. Once he was driving the full length of his shaft in, Eric started to fuck harder. Zhen kept muttering encouraging words, occasionally begging to be fucked even harder. Eric obliged and was soon pounding Zhen’s ass as hard as he could. The chains jangled as his cock slammed in repeatedly until Eric growled loudly and pumped a large shot of his poison into Zhen’s empty hole. “Thank you very much, sir” Zhen said, smiling back at Eric. Eric slowly removed his cock from Zhen’s hole and gave room for Mark to take his place. Mark lined his cock up and yanked back on Zhen’s legs, impaling his cock into the tight, cummy hole. Zhen grunted but gave no other protest. Mark fucked hard and varied the angle his cock jabbed into the walls of Zhen’s colon. Mark was impressed at how well Zhen was taking the abuse his cock was delivering and was surprised when Zhen started to use his ass muscles around his cock too. “You want me to breed you, don’t you” Mark asked as his cock thrust in hard, pushing Zhen off of it and then ramming back in as his body swung back. “Yes sir. I want every man who fucks me to give me his seed” Zhen replied unemotionally. Mark grabbed Zhen by the legs and slammed his cock in, feeling each spurt of venom he was pumping into Zhen’s battered cunt. He pulled his cock out and easily pushed two fingers into the slowly closing hole. He twisted them around and then fed them to Zhen, who eagerly licked them clean. “Thank you sir” Zhen said smiling back at both Mark and Eric. “Our pleasure. I’m sure there will be many more tonight” Eric said as he and Mark pulled their shorts on and headed to the door. They met Joe in the hall carrying a few towels and a bottle of lube. “He’s already got enough lube unless no one else fucks him for a few hours” Mark said. Joe chuckled and opened Zhen’s door and set the stuff inside. He came out a minute later and said “Damn, you guys really filled him up, there’s already a puddle on the floor.” They walked back into Joe’s apartment and finished setting up. Kyle passed a freshly loaded pipe around and each took a big hit of some killer weed that he had gotten. “Shit, dude. That’s got some kick” Mark said. The knock at the door brought the first guests. Jeff, Connor, Dennis and Corey all stood there and Joe invited them in. “Glad you could make it. Beer’s in the kitchen, food’s out here, bedroom at the end of the hall is available to fuck or the apartment next door has a guy in the sling taking all loads” Joe recited. Each of the guys chuckled and walked in. Kyle looked over and Connor now was wearing the leather collar he had given to Jeff many months before. He walked over and said “Damn its good to see you here. I was worried about freeing you, but you look like you’re doing good, Jeff.” “Thank you, sir. It was hard, but I understand now. Congratulations on getting your degree” Jeff replied with a smile. People arrived at the party and soon the room was packed. Each got the same welcome message from Joe or Kyle. Joe looked around and saw people heading back to his bedroom or disappearing out the door and coming back ten or twenty minutes later. After a couple hours, Mark walked up to Joe with a concerned look and asked “What happened to Steven?” Joe smiled and said “He and Ryan are working tonight. Hopefully they’ll be here just after 11. I’m sure the party will still be going by then.” Mark nodded and then asked “Have you bred your neighbor yet?” “Not yet. Now is probably a good time, can you greet anyone that shows up?” Joe replied. “Sure, go have some fun” Mark answered. Joe grabbed Kyle and they went next door. They walked in and were surprised to find a line waiting to fuck Zhen. Connor was balls deep in his hole with Jeff grasping his collar in his hand. Jeff was sternly telling Connor to fuck him harder and Connor obeyed. He hammered his cock in until he was shooting ropes of diseased cum deep into Zhen’s ass. “Make him number five” Jeff said as the last spurts filled Zhen’s hole. Connor pulled out and moved over to let Zhen lick his cock clean. Jeff shoved his cock in and pounded Zhen, holding his body still so he could suck Connor’s cock. After only a few minutes he rammed in and unleashed a huge load of viral seed to the mix inside Zhen’s cunt. When Jeff pulled out, Connor immediately pulled away from Zhen and dropped to his knees to clean Jeff’s cock. Joe watched the next guy stuff his cock into Zhen’s cum filled hole. It was one of his ex-teammates from the wrestling team, Devin. Once he got a good rhythm going he turned his head back and said “He’s even sloppier than you were after your last match, Joe.” Joe smiled and watched him fuck harder until he was unloading his cum into Zhen. After he removed his cock from Zhen’s hole, Joe walked up to Devin and whispered “There’s a lot of poz cum in that hole, I hope you’re good with it.” Devin turned back and replied quietly “I’m hoping to take a few charged loads tonight since my boyfriend won’t poz me.” Joe pushed Devin against the wall and spread his legs wider. “You want it, you got it” Joe said to Devin. His dick had already been hard, but now it was hard as steel. Devin pushed his ass back and Joe rammed in. Devin screamed out as Joe’s cock ripped in and stretched the soft tissue of his rectum. Joe covered his mouth to muffle the scream and as it died down, Joe pulled back and thrust in hard again. Devin growled this time and Joe began to plow harder and harder into Devin’s unlubed ass. This was an ass he had wanted to fuck since they were freshmen together on the team. Devin had fucked him many times since then, but now he got to fuck and maybe mark him for life. Joe slammed in and bred Devin at the same time Devin’s boyfriend dumped his medicated poz seed into Zhen. Kyle looked back and forth as Devin’s boyfriend moved away, trying to decide who to fuck - his neighbor or Joe’s teammate. Kyle moved in and shoved his hard, dripping cock into Devin’s hole. Not having heard any of the comments between Joe and Devin, Kyle just fucked. There was no erotic talk, just one guy fucking another as hard as he could. He wrapped his arm around Devin’s neck and shoved in deep, pumping another charged load into Devin’s hole. As the four walked out of Zhen’s apartment, two more guys were walking in. “Hi Thad, hi Daryl. Have fun and see you next door when you’re done” Joe said. Joe and Kyle joined the party again and were milling around talking to people. A while later, a guy tapped Joe on the shoulder and asked “Did you just poz my boyfriend?” Joe looked back and it was Devin’s boyfriend. Joe smiled and said “Yeah, I did. He wanted it” hoping that the scene didn’t get ugly. “I know. I just can’t do it. Thanks for helping him out” he said and walked away. Joe walked over to Mark and said “See that guy there with the soccer jersey on? He needs a few more toxic loads.” A few minutes later he watched Mark and Eric push Devin into Joe’s bedroom. He knew that Devin’s chase was about to get a helping hand or two. Kyle saw the front door open and a guy walk in that he didn’t recognize. He walked over as the guy looked around. “Looking for someone?” Kyle asked. “Yeah, my cousin Steven lives here and invited me to the party. Is he here?” Sam said. “Are you Sam?” Kyle asked and Sam nodded back. “Good to meet you. I’m Kyle. Steven said you might stop by. Grab a beer, have some fun. Look at the room that says ‘Do Not Enter’ on it, that’s where you would stay after Steven and Ryan move to our room. Steven should be here in about a half hour or so” Kyle explained. He watched Sam get a beer and look around the apartment, spending a long time looking into Joe and his room, where he knew at least one guy was probably getting fucked. “Gotta burn that mattress before we move” thought Kyle. Twenty minutes later, Sam walked up to Kyle and asked “You know a bunch of guys are fucking in your room, right?” Kyle laughed and replied “Yeah. We’re sending our room out with a bang. If you want to join in, go right ahead. Or you can fuck our neighbor next door. Just remember the rule in this place is ‘no condoms allowed’ and the load you get might have some bite to it.” Sam grinned and said “Thanks” before he headed back to refill his beer cup. Mark and Eric walked out of the bedroom, zipping their shorts up. Moments later, Devin staggered out and rejoined the party looking much more exhausted than he did earlier. Kyle saw Sam walk into their bedroom and decided to see what was up. As he walked in he saw Dennis and Luis pawing over Sam and stripping him naked. A minute later he was being strapped to the cross and Luis was stroking his cock fully hard. Luis lubed it up and then forced some lube inside Sam’s tight hole before he pushed his cock into the tight chute. Kyle smiled as Luis started to fuck and Dennis abused Sam’s nips. He went back to the party to let Sam get fucked by Luis, Dennis and hopefully a few other guys. Aaron and Nick walked in the door and Joe gave them the run-down of alcohol, food and sex spots. Just as he finished, Steven and Ryan walked in. Kyle walked up and told Steven that his cousin had shown up earlier and was around ‘somewhere.’ Steven replied “cool, I’ll find him after I change out of this uniform.” Ryan and Steven went to their room and found two guys on their bed naked, making out. Ignoring them, they stripped off their work clothes and changed into shorts and tees. Aaron grabbed Mark by his shorts and dragged him back towards the bedroom. “You owe me one. Drop those shorts and bend over” Aaron said with an evil grin. Mark bent over the side of the bed, staring at a smaller jock who was getting fucked by a much larger one. Aaron licked a finger and pushed it into Mark’s ass. “You fuckin slut. You’re already filled” Aaron said before stuffing his cock into Mark’s cunt. “Fuck me Aaron. Recharge me with my own bug” Mark said back to him. Aaron drilled Mark as hard as he could. The bed was bouncing as Aaron and the larger jock brutally fucked their bottoms. Just as Aaron was getting close, the larger jock growled “I’m pozzing you good, Tommy!” The smaller jock yelled out “Oh fuck! NO!!!” as he collapsed on the bed, trying to escape the bigger jock's cock. Aaron shoved in and shot six ropes of highly infectious cum into Mark’s chute. “You didn’t even have the guts to tell me like that guy did” Aaron said, slapping Mark’s ass hard. Aaron pulled out and pulled up his shorts and Mark stood up and pulled up his. “Sorry, Aaron. You’re right, I should have. Sometimes I think with my dick” Mark said. “Yeah, I know. I do the same. I don’t regret it… now” Aaron replied. “Speaking of which, how’s Zane?” Mark asked. “A little freaked out. It was his first time getting bred. He was also really turned on. I’ll give him a few weeks and if he doesn’t get sick I’ll finish the job” Aaron replied with a grin. Steven looked around and didn’t see Sam anywhere. He finally went into Joe and Kyle’s room and found him strapped to the cross getting fucked. Luis and Dennis were pulling their jeans on as Thad slid his cock into Sam’s now loose hole. He heard Sam beg for a hard breeding and figured he would check up on him later. He got two steps out of the bedroom door and turned around. He stood back watching Thad hammer his cousin’s ass. His cock got harder every time Thad shoved in to Sam. Thad slowed down and leaned in, whispering something to Sam. Sam said something back that he couldn’t hear and then Thad began to roughly pound Sam. Two minutes later, Thad slammed in and unleashed his cum, pumping Sam's hole full of toxic jizz. Steven pulled his clothes off and waited for Thad to pull out. He heard Thad say something else to Sam, but the only words he could make out were “free tattoo.” Steven didn’t say anything, he just slid in behind Sam and gently pushed his hard shaft into the sloppy, wrecked pussy. He felt the cum coat his bare cock and then pulled out and shoved in hard. “I guess you like taking poz loads” Steven whispered into Sam’s ear. “Mmhmm” Sam replied. Steven pulled back and rammed back in again. “Good, I have a big load just waiting for you” Steven said as he began to thrust in and out. He had no idea what Sam’s status was but knew he was filled with some pretty potent cum and desperately wanted to add his. He may have been tired from work, but he had renewed energy fucking his cousin. Even over the sounds of music and an apartment full of people, everyone in the living room could hear the cross bang on the wall and the grunts and slaps as Steven attacked Sam’s hole. He didn’t know why, but he needed a rough, rape-like fuck right now and Sam was his victim. He drilled a few more minutes and then shoved in, shooting huge spurts of charged cum deep inside as he yelled out. Steven stood there with his cock all the way inside Sam, kissing the back of his neck. “Get used to this, we’re going to be fucking you a lot as soon as you move in” Steven whispered to Sam. He backed away and bumped into Marcus who was standing there, stroking his cock. “Can I take a turn?” Marcus asked. “All yours. Hope you like it sloppy” Steven said as he grabbed a towel and wiped his cock off and then got dressed. “I hope he likes it toxic. I got almost a million babies that want a new home” Marcus said as he shoved his cock into Sam’s leaking hole. As the clock turned three AM, the crowd had dwindled. The core group was still there, but looking tired and wasted. Joe headed next door to check on Zhen. “You doing ok?” Joe asked as he walked in seeing someone he didn’t know pump their load into Zhen’s puffy hole. “Very good, sir” Zhen replied. The guy pulled out his cock and pulled up his pants before heading out the door yelling “Thanks.” “How many, Zhen?” Joe asked as he rubbed his bulge. “Nineteen have filled me, sir” Zhen answered. “Let’s make it an even twenty” Joe replied as he let his shorts fall to the floor and stroked his cock the rest of the way hard. Looking directly at Zhen, he slid his cock into the cum filled hole. Zhen moaned and closed his eyes briefly. “Thank you, Joe” he said as Joe started to fuck, churning up the cum mixture of several men. A ring of frothy semen formed at the base of his cock and Joe thrust in harder. Joe drilled a few more minutes and then planted his cock in deep and shot several spurts of his charged cum deep inside. Once the orgasm died down, Joe pulled out and then helped Zhen out of the sling. Zhen wrapped his arms around him and Joe didn’t know at first if it was because he couldn’t hold himself up or not. As Zhen squeezed tighter, he said “Thank you” over and over. Eventually, Zhen released Joe and he headed wearily to the bedroom while Joe walked out the door, locking it behind him. He walked into his apartment and found most of the guys sitting around the living room passing the pipe and a few joints around. He sat down and joined in. Mark asked “Hey, Joe. How did the test go?” Joe chuckled and replied “It was positive, so no one knocked him up tonight. He’s probably been poz a while and doesn’t even know… or care.” Steven looked over at Sam and asked “How was yours?” Sam looked down at the floor and said “Negative… but who knows about the next one”

Part 8 David could see Beni was about ready to craft after the jocks were done. He told Benji, “I think it’s time for you to crash. Go ahead and let yourself sleep. I’ll join you I a few minutes. I just want to start digitizing the video so I can edit it tomorrow.” David covered Benji with a sheet as he started to load an the video into the editing program. He knew it would take sometime for it all to load. He then joined Benji in bed as the two dozed off. Benji woke with a slightly clearer head recalling what he’d done at the party and, recently, with the 3 jocks. He was slightly panicked over letting so many men fuck him raw and cum in his ass. He knew that he was very careless letting that happen and that he couldn’t let it happen ever again. Then he felt that he wasn’t alone as a pair of arms reach out and grabbed him tight ass he heard David say, “Good morning babe.” Benji felt David’s hard cock against his side. Without knowing why, Benji turned his back towards his bed mate and backed his ass onto his bare cock. He knew it was risky, but he couldn’t deny himself or anyone who was going to fuck him the pleasure of his ass raw. A moan was heard from both Benji and the man who introduced him to do many pleasurable things over the past 2 days. David delivered a powerful fuck as they lay um their sides in his bed with Benji pushing his ass back match every stroke into his body. David made sure Benji enjoyed ever inch of his cock further cementing the kid’s need for cock and cum. The moans from the teen were unmistakably apparent to be from let pleasure. In Benji’s mind he was receiving pleasure from giving David his ass to fuck and breed. As if on instinct, Benji began to ask for David to bed him, give him his cum, even asked fit his gift as the fuck progressed. David began to wonder if the twink was stand to understand all that he had been really getting from all the cum he had received. When Benji said, “C'mon, give it to me. You know I want your cum. Breed me! Breed me!” sent David over the edge as he yelled out, “OH FUCK! TAKE MY DIRTY CUM! YOU ARE SUCH A CUM SLUT!” As the two laid there I David’s bed recovering from their fuck. David’s cock was still lodged inside Benji’s ass as the David let Benji know, “I think we both need a shower before I the you back to your car.” Benji reluctantly agreed as the two got to and headed to shower up. After drying off and getting dressed they had something to eat. As they sat at the table David explained a new “app” that was added to his phone, “I added the group’s app to your phone. You’ll need to set a password to access it where you will find the first name and phone number of every member of our group. Next to each member name there will be a symbol and each has a arterial meaning of the member’s generosity. A ‘$’ means the member shows his generosity in the form of cash, a ‘Gift Box’ means the member shows his generosity in the form of gifts and a ‘Airplane’ means the member shows his generosity by taking you in trips.” David then handed Benji the envelope containing the $135 John gave him Saturday telling him, “These are the tips you earned at the party except one from me.” David then gave the somewhat stunned teen a $50 dollar bill and added, “The members of the group want you to attend future parties.” Benji gave David a big hug and asked, “Can I make tips like this at future parties?” David was honest, “The tips you have always depend on who fucks you.” Benji nodded understanding what David was telling him. He then told the newbie about the promise me made to Arthur, “I want to remind you that you have a appointment with Arthur at how club, Manhole Underground this Wednesday after you get off school. He’ll be at the club around 2:30.” Benji vaguely remembered Arthur talking to him about a job, but what can an 18 year old do in a bar?

Part 2 As they entered the house they were greeted by the party host. David introduced Benji to John, grabbed a couple drinks off the counter, handing one to Benji before leading him out to the side patio. This patio was spared separated by a 6 foot wooden fence with a gate leading to the main pool patio. David knew the drinks contained G as this would make Benji more open to what he had planned. They sipped their drinks on the way to the private patio. Once there David began to down his, urging Benji to do the same. Once the drinks were gone the two immediately began making out again. David took a moment to ask Benji, “Are doing ok with us kissing?” Benji answered, “Yeah, I guess. The guy I was going to meet told me that he was curious sexually. I thought about experimenting with him. He didn’t show up and I met you. I glad you’re doing this with me.” David smiled, kissed Benji again telling him, “We can stop anytime you want. We don’t have to do anything you dying want to do.” Benji smiled back at David as the two kissed. David began to work on Benji's belt letting his pants drop to the ground. Benji followed David’s lead loosening his belt letting David's pants join his I the ground. They both shuffled out of their ankle restraints kicking off their shoes I the process. They were down to underwear, David in a nice pair a bikini briefs, Benji had a pair of boxers. Benji’s boxers didn’t last long when David slipped his finger into the waist band and removed them as he guided Benji to a mattress in the corner of the patio. Getting Benji on his back, he pushed his legs back saying, “Bet you’ve never had your ass eaten before.” Benji shook his head ‘No' as David dove in face fist and began to give the newbie his first out-n-out rim job. As David first began to lick the outer edge of his hole. Benji began to moan at the pleasure he was receiving end of David’s talented tongue. Benji felt the pleasure travel up his spine as David switched from just licking his hole to probing into his ass with his tongue. Benji never imagined he could receive so much pleasure from his ass. This we all part of the plan to turn a typical make into a cock crazed, cum craving bottom. David began to alternate between licking and fingering Benji’s ass. As David moved up to inserting 2 fingers inside the moaning teen, he slipped a shard of Tina. He pushed the shard in deep then massaged the kid's prostate to distract him from the burn is the drug. The booty bump was doing the job as David added a third finger to the teen’s virgin ass. Benji was pushing back against David's and trying to get more of his fingers inside his now hungry ass. David could sense the hunger in his new bottom when he teasingly pulled them slowly out. Almost immediately when David’s last digit withdrew, and sounding like he was begging Beni said “Please put them back in. Your fingers back in, it feels so good.? David stood up his 8.5” cock straining against his underwear, teasing the twink’s hungry hole, “In due time you’ll have something that feels better then my fingers. Right now I think you need to get my cock hard before you’ll get anything what inside your hungry hole. You ever suck cock before?” He already knew Benji’s secret which the twink openly admitted, “A few years ago my cousin for me to sub his cock.” I asked, “Did you like it? Did you get him to cum?” Benji didn’t hesitate with his answer, “Yes, yes I did like sucking my cousins cock. It didn’t last long before he came in my mouth.” David inquired further, “Nice, did you swallow his cum?” Benji shook his head yes. David stood up, placed his hands on Benji’s shoulders and pushed him to how knees. The twink needed to learn that cock sucking is done with the bottom on his knees. Once in his knees Benji was staring at David’s confined cock. He reached up going his fingers into the waist band, then pulled David underwear down freeing his 8.5” poz fuck stick. Benji reached out and jacked the dick before him licking his lips. He opened his mouth and you half of David’s cock into his mouth. David leaned his head back and said, “Oh fuck yeah, suck that cock.” With some minor direction from David, Benji was giving a pretty good blow job. He was still not getting all of David’s cock into his mouth. Benji knew he needed to get David's cock down his throat. Looking to at David with a pleading look. David placed his hands on Benji’s head telling him, “Relax, it takes time to learn how to deep throat a cock. Just do as I say and it’ll be easy.” As Benji moved up and down on David’s dick he was told, “Breathe in every time you go down on my dick. When it hits the back of your throat try and hold there as long as possible. Try to hold it there a little longer each time.” The twink did as he was good and soon he had David’s cock at the entrance to his throat. He knew the next step was to get it down his throat. He gave David a look that signaled his readiness for the next step. David took Benji’s had in his hand and when the newbie went down and he felt his cock reach the back of his cock sucker's throat he applied a little pressure pushing his cock into the 18 year old’s throat.. Immediately 6” had disappeared down Benji's throat. He fought his natural instinct to gag as David pressed on and another inch disappeared, followed by the last inch. The warmth of Benji’s throat felt amazing. Benji felt a sense of accomplishment as he fought the urge to gag. David praised his cock sucker, “Oh that’s it, massage that cock with your throat.” David’s cock was doing pre cum directly into Benji’s stomach. Benji tried to pull back, the need to breathe was now taking over, but David held him turn a few seconds longer before letting him pull off. Once he was able, Benji took a deep breath before he instinctively went back down taking David's cock back into his throat. David’s cock was now hard as a rod of titanium. He knew it was time to give the hungry bottom boy what he’d desire from now on. He pushed Benji into his back, pushed his legs up and dove been in to eat that ass again. He needed to tease the twink some more, lube him up a little and add once more shard of Tina to prime his hole. Benji began to writhe and moan as David worked sine lube into his hole with a decent shard. He then worked some lube on the head of his cock. The lube let him put a few small pieces of Tina on the head of his dick. Benji was now chanting, “Fuck me. God, please fuck me.” David stopped the rimming and stopped fingering the twink, kissed his way up his body, looming his bare cock when Benji’s hungry hole. He looked down as asked, “You ready to get fucked bro?” At first Benji could only nod, but finally answered, “Yes, fuck me. I want your cock inside me.” Benji could believe what he was asking David to do. It wasn't that long ago he’d be thinking about girls, how he would fuck them and now he was asking to be fucked. The two locked eyes as David pushed his hips forward building pursue on his cock as it pressed against Benji’s virgin hole until it suddenly popped inside. As tempted as David was to just thrust fully inside, he knew a bottom’s first fuck needed to be memorable. The feelings from the drugs, the raw cock and (eventually) cum deposited had to be feelings he’d want to experience over and over again but this day forward. David asked, “You ok?” Benji answered, “Yes. At first it felt strange when you first entered me, but it actually felt great. You can keep going, I can take it.” David slowly pushed his cock deeper into the new bottom boy’s ass. Little by little the cock disappeared issue the no longer virgin. There was probably a good inch, inch and a half left when Benji looked at David and said, “Fuck me already, give me the rest of your cock.” David wasn’t sure if the kid knew what he was asking for, but he wasn’t going to be one to turn down such an offer. He thrusted his hip forcing the rest of his cock into the newbie bottom. David expected Benji it howl, what he heard was a deep moan of satisfaction. Benji had taken all 8.5” inside his virgin ass. David set about giving Benji his first fuck. David knew how to get a bottom accepting to being bred. He had the ability to cum multiple times and was able to hide it from the bottom. The first load was the easiest to deliver, especially when the bottom is as hot as this one. David started pulling out and pushing back in with a slow steady pace he could feel his balls tighten and being to deliver a toxic load. David kept silent as he came asking, “How’s that cock feeling inside you?” Benji’s only words were, “It feels so hard. Your cock is so hard inside me.” David continued the mental game by saying, “You just focus on your ass, focus on my cock inside your ass. See how much pleasure you can get for your ass, the pleasure you give to others who fuck for ass.” As his first orgasm subsided he began increase his pace. Each thrust on caused Benji to moan and occasionally cry out, “Fuck yeah” and “Fuck me.” David would kiss Benji working on making the feelings associated with his first fuck imprinted on his brain. David delivered his second load without Benji’s knowledge. Benji was lost in the pleasure of David’s cock inside his hole. Benji would feel a ‘shock’ travel up his spine when each thrust into his body. As the first time bottom was getting lost in the feelings of his first fuck. His brain was going places he never thought possible. He began to say, “Fuck, give it all to me.” David wasn’t sure is he was asking for his cock, his load, his HIV. He replied, “You’ll get everything you want, just relax and let go.” David pushed up his pace as his breathing changed. His cock began to thicken as Benji seemed to know David was getting close. He kind of asked, “You going to cum?” David didn’t answer at first as he quickened his pace, thrusts in deeper then he had ever been inside this virgin territory and then answered, “FUCK YEAH!” He filled the teen with a third poz load. As David’s cock was throbbing inside him, he responded by kissing his breeder then saying, “You're cumming inside me.”

I had to go to work the next day and every time I sat down my ass ached and i thought about how hungry they were and how they treated me like a worthless piece of meat.... a few months later I was back. This time I hid a second pair of cloths down the trail a bit and a gallon of water to wash up with so I wouldn't look so disgusting when I came back to the hotel. I came up on the area again and I saw them all sitting around and hanging out....I had a small bottle of whisky and took several long swigs and felt the burn in my stomach. I wanted to run away but I was paralyzed standing there. fuck or flight!....I stripped down naked and walked up to them...then I turned and went over the the mattress..the one guy recognized me...he came over and grabbed my hair and pulled me to his cock...they all came over and I sucked them off...then they pulled me up on my feet but I was now woozy from the booze...they bent me over and a guy plowed me up my ass as another skull fucked my throat...It was not as rough as last time or maybe this time I knew what to expect. I could feel their anger and frustration with how their lives turned out with each thrust..it was like they were saying "fuck you" world....I did notice this guy sitting off to the side not wanting to join in no matter how much they egged him on...when they were done one of the guys went to him and pulled him over. I heard him say that he didn't want to because he had some disease...the guy just laughed and said well then its your turn to go last....I freaked out as he pulled his pants down but they held me there on my knees...he stood before me..some guy lit a lighter and I saw it! His cock was oozing puss and was filled with open sores...fuck no!!!but they held my head as he slide it in my mouth....it tasted foul...he was raping me with a diseased cock...he suddenly turned into and animal telling me I was just like the fag that gave him this disease....then he pinned me to the mattress and shoved his cock in my ass...over and over....I finally felt him cum...he pulled out relieved and rolled away...I went to get up but they took me to the piss area and put me back on my knees...time to clean the fag off and they all stood in a circle and pissed all over me.....I left before sun up...washed up put the hidden cloths on...back to the hotel and then to work the next day....the clap and some antii bitotics and I was ready for my next trip.

Many of you who read my posts know I travel a lot for my job. Being in hotels in different cities all the time gives me some great opportunities for anonymous sex with strangers. My weaknesses are bbc, str8 men and anonymous sex. This encounter gave me all three. I was out of town on business and had posted an ad on the local craigslist site. And it had been a pretty good evening. Shortly after my ad posted, I hooked up with another guest at the same hotel. He said he was str8, but needed to get blown, but he was not interested in anal. So I invited him to my room. He arrived in less than five minutes, and within another five minutes had blown his load into my mouth and left. This was certainly a good start, but I needed a lot more dick for that evening. Not long after the first guy left, I received a reply from a local 21 year old kid who lived just a few blocks from the hotel. He wanted to fuck, but insisted on using a condom. Although I prefer bareback, his pics were so hot and his dick was so rock hard in the pic, that I was willing to put up with the condom - just to have him inside me. He arrived at my room less than 15 minutes after we confirmed online. He came into my room, quickly undressed and climbed up on the bed, and lay on his back. His eight inch youthful dick was sticking straight up in the air. I also undressed, climbed up on the bed, slid between his legs and began to suck his cock and balls, and after a couple of minutes, I began licking under his balls, eventually going for his asshole. He groaned in approval so I lifted his legs, which gave me a nice view of his soft, pink, puckered hole. I licked across the hole and he moaned loudly so I flicked my tongue across it several times, then drove my tongue up into his hole. He clearly loved the attention, so I rimmed his sweet ass for a few minutes. I could tell he was really turned on. Then I came up from his ass. Lowered his legs and I straddled him. With his rock hard cock rubbing against my ass crack, I leaned down and sucked one of his nipples. His cock bounced against my ass in approval. He was loving me sucking on his tits. I took several minutes to suck first one, then the other nipple. He was grinding his hips. His cock rubbing up and down my ass crack as he ground against me in ecstasy. As I was flicking my tongue across his stiff nipples, I reached behind me and placed his cock at my asshole. I squeezed my ass cheeks on his cockhead. And his hips continued to grind into me. Perhaps I can get his cock up inside me, uncovered, after all. I came up off his nipples. I spit onto my middle and pointer fingers and slid the saliva up into my ass. I did this a couple of times to get myself thoroughly lubed. I spit once more into the palm of my hand and lubed up his throbbing, young cock. Then I placed his now leaking cockhead against my asshole. I expected him to stop me, so he could put on a condom. But he was enjoying it all too much to stop me. I lowered my ass down onto his cock. His cockhead pushed through my sphincter. He still didn't stop me. I slowly lowered my ass, so that I had the entire length of his 8"s inside me. I grabbed the bottle of poppers I had laying next to us and took a deep hit. He reached up for the bottle. I handed it to him and he also took a deep hit. Now, I started to ride. After about 5 minutes of riding and his grinding up into me, he said, "Get on your knees". I climbed off him and got on my hands and knees. Pointing my ass towards him. He rose up behind me. Spit on my asshole. And spit again on his cock. Then in one swift thrust, he slid back up inside me. He was serious, now. He wanted to cum. He grabbed me around the waist and repeatedly slammed in and out of me. In less than 2 minutes he was groaning and grunting. I knew he was close. Finally, he slammed up into me and let out a loud groan. I squeezed my ass tightly on his young cock. And I could feel his cock throb as he emptied his balls into me. He pulled out. And without a word, proceeded to dress and left my room. I lay there on the mattress, trying to catch my breath. It was now past midnight and I thought I'd better delete my CL post and get to sleep. Just as I logged back onto my computer, I saw another reply to my CL post. I read the email. It said, "I'm a 40 year old, straight, black guy. I'm also staying at the same hotel. I wouldn't mind a blow job or fucking a tight hole if you're up for it. But, it has to be anonymous. Your room has to be dark. I don't want to see you. Or for you to see me. If you're up for that, let me know". That sounded hot. I replied back that I was interested. I gave him my room number and told him I'd fix the door, so that all he had to do was push on the door to come in. I would have all the lights off and curtains drawn. He could find me kneeling on the edge of the bed. He quickly replied that he was heading for the elevators, and would be there in a few minutes. I flipped off all the lights. Took my position, kneeling on the back edge of the bed. I had laid a bottle of lube next to me. And I had my bottle of poppers in my hand. The next minute or two seemed to drag on as I anticipated hearing the door open. Sure enough, I soon heard the door push open. The do not disturb sign that I had used to place between the door lock and the door frame dropped to the tile entry floor as he stepped into my room. Upon hearing that, I took a deep breath of poppers. I could hear his footsteps as he came up behind me. I heard the sound of his zipper and belt buckle as he opened his fly. Soon I felt his finger probe my asshole. He could feel that I was already lubed up with saliva and cum from the kid that just fucked me. Without saying a word, he then put his hard cockhead up to my hole and pushed up inside me. Damn, it hurt. Even the last fuck hadn't opened me up enough to take his 9", thick bbc. It took a couple of more deep breaths of poppers, before I could relax enough to allow him to slide fully up inside me. He wasn't interested in taking his time. He wanted a tight hole. And he wanted to get off quickly. I could hear his belt buckle clank as his pants dropped all the way to the floor. And his thrusts began. He'd pull nearly all the way out of my ass, then quickly slam back into me. His body would make a slapping sound as he pounded against my ass. He was silent. Not even groaning or grunting as he repeatedly slammed in and out of my ass. The only sound was the mattress slapping against the wall. And our flesh slapping together. A good 10 minutes went by, then I could hear his breathing getting heavy. He was getting close. I squeezed my ass tightly around his cock. He finally let out a load growl and let his load fill my gut. Then he quickly pulled from me. I could hear his pants being pulled up and his belt being buckled. The zipper went up and I heard footsteps towards the door. Just as I heard the door open, I was able to turn my head to the door to see the shadow of a tall, 6'+, slender, muscular black man leaving my room. I went back to my computer where I found a couple of more replies to my CL ad, but I was spent. It was now close to 1:00 AM, and I had work to do in the morning. I deleted my CL ad, but not before sending a quick reply to the messages I had already received, telling thee guys I was done for the night, but would be up to do it all again tomorrow. The next night I put up my CL ad a few hours earlier, and ended up with six loads that next night, but I'll have to write about that evening in another post.

I've done quite a few truckers especially back when I was in my early 20's , i used to cruise truck stops and rest stops for tricks. been gang fuck more than a few times down a wooded trail at a rest stop