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I had decided to go off my meds to mark my 20th anniversary of converting to POZ. My return to toxicity was to coincide with the beginning of my three month winter vacation on my favorite Mexican nude beach. I had been pozed during my very first visit to this out of the way beach town. My pozer was a handsome Mexican about ten years younger than myself, probably in his mid 30's. He had a slim, fit body but the outstanding feature was his gorgeous smile that lit up his entire face. Those warm inviting eyes just pulled me in and cemented my desire to submit to anything he had to offer. When I first noticed him standing still in a crowd of dancers on the beach I was taken by his smile but certain it was not meant for me. I was sure he was cruising the four naked gym bunnies dancing behind me. I certainly would have been if I thought I'd have half a chance. I couldn't figure out why he made no move to approach them. He just stood there and smiled in their direction. I couldn't help it, but I tried not to stare at him. His smile was so magnetic. I realized I was loosing the internal staring battle and decided on another tack. I danced over beside him and when I knew I had his attention motioned to the four and said 'yeah, they are hunks aren't they?' He smiled and shook his head. In broken English he said, "I saw you last night in the street. I said to myself what a handsome man." You could have pushed me over with a feather. I stuttered, "Oh ... uh ... um ... d ... do you wanna dance." We began to seductively dance around each other. Even though many were dancing naked he was wearing shorts and an open button down shirt, I was dancing in very baggy shorts that kept threatening to slip off. About the fifth time I reached to pull them back up he grabbed the waistband pulling me in for a close dance. We could now feel each other's erections through the shorts. He reached inside to hold my hardon and said, "Let's go take care of these. " I had no intention of resisting as he took my hand and led me down the beach. We soon established he spoke very little English and I speak no Spanish. He wanted me to know up front that he only plays the active role. I assured him I love the passive bottom role. He then led me to his impressive home by Mexican standards. Without fanfare we were toasting with shots of mezcal, three each in quick succession. Suitably tipsy any of our remaining clothes were quickly ripped off. I was led upstairs and under the mosquito netting on his bed. I immediately went down on his nine inch thick cock. His instant moans made it clear he was enjoying my oral technique and I was not disappointed that his fingers were already playing with my hole. He let me deep throat him for a while and tested my endurance by holding my head down from time to time. I love drinking down a load, especially if it's going to shoot against my tonsils but I had no desire to miss a ride on his beautiful fuck stick. I was relieved when he moved me up on my hands and knees and dove in to eat me out. There was lots of spit, tongue fucking and fingers stretching my hole. Clearly he had lots of experience preparing tight asses for the onslaught of his massive tool. Remember this was twenty years ago, condoms were the norm in hookup culture. Most of the time you didn't even need to say anything, you could usually count on the top to automatically sheath up. That's why I was a bit surprised when he introduced his raw cock head to my bare hole. Without checking my assumption I decided he was just teasing me and decided I would tease him by pushing back . 'Just the tip' I thought, 'how could that hurt. ' With his raw cock head penetrating my hole I turned enough to see his face. He winked and bathed me in that stunning seductive smile. Every thought went out of my head and I became pudy just waiting for him to do whatever he wanted. He raised his eyebrows which I interpreted as him daring me and without a thought we both participated in him suddenly being balls deep bareback in my ass. If there was a thought in my mind it was 'fuckin dominate me man, take whatever you want. ' After giving my ass a moment to adjust he leaned into my ear and whispered, "ready?" I just nodded my head and he laid into a powerful doggy style pounding of my ass. I was so engrossed by the fuck that I totally forgot we had no protection. Totally lost track that a stranger was barebacking me for the first time in about 15 years. Twenty minutes of "harder", "deeper" and we were both soaked in sweat and panting like dogs. I motioned for a break and he pulled out of me. I instantly wanted him back in but he had left the room. He returned with a joint and glasses of water. Leaning against the bed head we shared the joint and topped up on water. Our free hands were stocking each other's cocks back to hardness. Soon he was maneuvering my head to line my mouth back up with his cock. Without much thought I gobbled it down. Soon he was lining up to take my ass missionary style and even though I watched his raw cock slide in I didn't protest or resist. I was in fuck heaven, my ass was his to do as he pleased. Besides his magnificent eyes kept me mesmerized. After about twenty minutes he had moved my legs over my shoulders and bent me in half. The full weight of his body pinned me in this awkward position. It hurt a great deal, but even more so I was ecstatic that he was totally in control and claiming me so fully. He'd become a drill press and his big raw cock the bit punching deep inside my very being. One thought dominated my mind by this point. 'I just want to make him cum. ' 'I want to give him the pleasure of an awesome orgasm. ' My excitement and anticipation grew as his breathing grew more and more erratic. One final thrust, he pinned my tortchered body and shot rope after rope deep into my guts. My first raw load in years. I was over the moon! He asked me to stay the night. We spooned with him at my back and quickly fell into a deep sleep. In the wee hours of morning we awoke a couple of times and each time he proceeded to drill press another load deep into my vulnerable guts. He cooked breakfast as I showered. I came down only wrapped in a towel and found him finishing up working only in a short sirong. As we sat across from each other I let my eyes drop from his gorgeous smile and for the first time focused on admiring his slim body. No six pack, but very close. Well defined hairless chest and shoulders but not gym manicured. Only then did I realize he had two black tattoos. The first a simple arrow on the side of his stomach pointing toward his cock. The second a small black plus sign to the left and slightly above his sexy left nipple. I chocked on my coffee. "Ah ... um .... fuck man, is that what I think it is?" "What?" "The tattoo on your chest?" "Si." "You're HIV positive?" "Si" "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" "Why?" "I've got three of your loads in me. You may have infected me!" "Si, didn't you want?" "What the fuck man! What made you think I wanted to be pozed? " "I never hid it, my shirt was open when we met. You came home with me to get fucked, no?" "Yeah, but I hadn't seen the tattoo." "You didn't stop me ... ask for condom." "How long? How long have you been poz?" "Si, quattro " "Four years?" "No months." "Meds?" "No." "Fuck man you could be very toxic!" "Si, very toxic." "Have you infected other guys?" "Si, si, dose" "Did they know it was you?" "Uno si, dose no. We were drunk." "What did he do when he found out?" "Left his wife and had me fuck him again." "And the first guy asked for it?" "Si, si! Begged for it like you. 'Breed me, fuckin breed my ass!' " "I didn't beg for it." "Si, si, second time. And third 'fuckin A man, fuckin knock me up ' begged for my toxic letche. " "Holy fuck man ... no!" Opening his sirong and waving his massive tool he asked "You no want?" All said with that seductive smile and those warm inviting eyes. I was on my knees with his cock deep in my throat in an instant. Next thing I knew I was bent over the breakfast table taking him up my ass. RAW, BAREBACK! This time he had asked before sliding in, "condom?" "Yes" He moved to go get one and was opening the packet as he moved back in behind me. Just as he was about to roll it on I was surprised to hear my voice ... "wait... wait ...why bother? ... fuck me raw, knock me up if you already haven't!" And he did, breeding me several times per day for the next three days 'til I flew home. Two weeks to the day of taking his first toxic loads I was admitted to hospital sick as a dog. Now it was twenty years later and I was going back to celebrate my conversion with style. What better way than to breed and poz some ass. He and his partner had also taken med breaks so they'd be toxic to recharge me; and, as many other negative guys as my three months would permit.

------- Chapter 5.3 - Fuckin On The Job ------- His phone buzzed and then buzzed again and again. "What the fuck? Joe muttered as he laid in bed Saturday morning. "Probably Mark sending me stupid cat videos or pics of hot guys I can never fuck" Joe thought. He rolled away from Kyle and picked up his phone and took a look at the first message. It was a pic, alright. But one of his college wrestling coach with a dick on his face. The next message was text and it said "You old coach really loves cock", followed by several more compromising pics. Then "fyi he swallows" and lastly "greedy cumdump. got 3 loads when we left." Joe was confused why Aaron was sending him these pics. He was supposed to be driving Ric around. "WTF?" he sent back. "Your friend and his buddy are sick fucks" then "In a good way" and then "We tagged ur coach for you ;)" Aaron replied. A few minutes later another message came in from Aaron "use pix if u want but clear my info first. burn the mofo!" An hour later he got another message from Dennis. "7 loads in ur old coach b4 he took off." Joe was now intrigued. He sent a message back to Dennis "Whats goin on? got msg from Aaron 2" Dennis replied "Ric set up tag team at ABS. Btm was ur wrestling coach" followed by "I told a few of ur friends n they wanted revenge for what he did to u" and then "Me, Tony, Derrick, Luis, Juan, Steven, and a hot black swimmer bred his ass. Not sure who did him b4 I got there. Ric, Aaron, Nick for sure. more guys showed up after coach left" Joe laughed to himself. As much as he wanted to do something like that himself, he never thought Ric would do it for him. His little bro had his back. -- Ric laid down on the bed once they got back to the room. He was exhausted and a little sore. Aaron and Nick were on the other bed and Aaron couldn't keep quiet anymore. "I sent the pics I got to Joe. I hope you don't mind. I told him what we did, too" Aaron said, with a huge grin on his face. Crawling over to the other bed, he showed Ric the text conversation. Ric laughed before replying "I guess I can't surprise him then. I hope Joe's not pissed that we did it instead of him. Thanks for getting the pics. I got a short video too. That was a lot of fun." Ric thought about the whole morning and smiled, adding "I hope that coach is not on prep and all those loads knock his ass up. Do you know who that guy was that went into the booth after me? He was a sexy fucker. I tried to warn him..." "That was Juan. He's from the club. Dennis passed the word around about what we were up to and several guys wanted to join in and he was one" Aaron explained. "Club?" Ric asked and several seconds later realized which club. Pointing to his biohazard tat, he asked "This club?" "Yeah dummy. That club. And you're the genius going to college" Aaron replied, laughing. "So more guys fucked him after we left?" Ric asked. "Yeah, I don't know how many more. I was just sitting there watching your hot body get more ink" Aaron replied. A few moments later Aaron asked "What did I hear about a porn star?" Ric chuckled before replying "I guess just about everyone knows now. I did a couple porn videos out in California. They tried to obscure my identity, but more and more guys are recognizing me. That was one reason for the new tattoos. Now I look different and hopefully won't get tied to those videos any more." "Fuck, that's cool. Did you do anyone famous?" Nick asked. "The first one was famous, the other three weren't. The first one was fun, the second one sucked and the others were good. Anyway, that's all in the past" Ric said. He looked over and Aaron and Nick were making out again. He leaned his head back and was sound asleep in seconds. Ric woke to the sounds of Nick plowing into Aaron. He looked over and could tell that Aaron was enjoying his boyfriend fucking him. Ric wondered how long they had been together and still loved to fuck each other. He enjoyed fucking all of his friends and a few he was closer to, but they were still just friends. Ric watched Nick get closer to orgasm and the smile on Aaron's face grow. Nick was still plowing Aaron when there was a tap at the door, the lock opened and then the door. Dennis stood there with a nervous looking guy about Ric's age in a hotel uniform. Dennis pushed the guy into the room. "Fuck!" Nick said before pulling his hard shaft out of Aaron's hole. "I brought you guys a treat. Jay here thinks it's OK to fuck while working. I caught him in a storage room getting fucked by one of his friends. If staff gets nailed on the clock, then it better be by a guest or management. It looked like a bad fuck too. Show him how it's supposed to be done" Dennis said. Ric could see fear in Jay's face as he looked around the room. Dennis' expression was more devious. "I have to work another hour. Have fun with him until I get back" Dennis said before turning to Jay and telling him "No stains on the uniform or you will really be screwed." Aaron and Nick were standing there naked, licking their lips while Ric walked closer. The door clicked shut as Ric stopped in front of Jay. "Ever had three guys at once?" Ric asked. "Nnnnnooo" Jay replied nervously. Ric chuckled. "Its easy. First guy opens you up and lubes you with a nice load of cum and then the others can just slide on in" Ric said softly. He felt Aaron and Nick come closer. "Nnnnoo... No cum. I only play safe" Jay replied, glancing between the three guys. Ric's hand unbuttoned the tight uniform pants, letting them drop down. He squeezed Jay's cock through his briefs with one hand and rubbed over his ass with the other. "This is a condom free room. I'm sure Dennis will be very disappointed if there isn't at least a little cum dripping down your leg when he gets back" Ric continued. Aaron and Nick were now standing on either side of Jay, helping him out of his uniform. Ric pushed his sweats and jockstrap off and the four were all naked a minute later. Six hands pushed Jay to his knees and he looked back and forth at the three stiff shafts in front of him. "Come on, Jay. I know this isn't the first time you've been in this position. You know what to do" Aaron said. "I... I know. But this one has a scary tattoo above it and this one has the same one on it... Let me try yours first" Jay said, visibly shaking as he leaned forward and began to lick over Aaron's cock. Ric looked down and saw the dark black biohazard on the top of Nick's cock. "Damn, that's hot. I bet it hurt like a motherfucker" Ric whispered to Nick. Nick nodded back with a grin. Aaron let Jay lick and suck a minute, before putting his hand behind Jay's head to give him a little encouragement. He laughed to himself as he saw his bio tat hovering over Jay's head. Ric waited a few minutes and then gave Aaron a nudge. He let go of Jay's head and pushed him over to Ric. Jay started out tentatively, but soon had the larger cock in his mouth. The longer he sucked, the more relaxed Jay got but was still only able to get half of Ric's cock in his mouth. It was just too thick to take any deeper without gagging. Nick was getting impatient and finally pulled Jay's head over to his leaking cock. Jay made three passes, sucking each cock before getting moved to the next one. Nick only let him suck a few minutes on his third turn before he pulled Jay to his feet and pushed him toward the bed. "Your buddy fuck you doggy or missionary?" Nick asked. "Uh... ummm... I was bent over some boxes" Jay replied, his voice trembling. "Ah, OK. On your back then. I prefer that anyway so I can see a guy's face while I breed him" Nick said with an evil grin. Jay laid on the bed and paused as he watched Ric and Aaron come closer. Slowly he lifted his legs, but not fast enough for Nick. He grabbed each ankle and pushed them back until his cock was pointing right at Jay's quivering hole. "Condom... Please use a condom" Jay begged. Nick chuckled and pressed his bare cock hard against the tight, dry ring. "We told you. It's a condom free room" Nick said. Jay cried out as Nick's cock tried to squeeze inside, aided only by some spit and a little precum. After several tries, the head broke through and Nick forced his way deeper. Jay squirmed and kept yelling as the jolts of pain ripped through his body. "Damn I love watching that tat disappear inside a guy's pussy. If your buddy had bred you, all that cum would help me slide in easier. I'll give you some more spit this time, but you need to be better prepared next time. And for fuck sake, relax that hole" Nick said. He pulled his cock out quickly, spit two gobs on Jay's hole and one on the end of his cock and shoved back in. "FUCK!" Jay yelled out while Nick started to plow in and out. "Once word gets out in the hotel, I'm sure this hole is gonna get a lot looser" Nick said, drilling harder. Aaron whispered in Ric's ear "Fuck me while Nick opens him up. Just don't cum." Ric laughed as Aaron bent over the bed next to Jay. He stood next to Nick and drooled some saliva over Aaron's hole to mix with the precum Nick had leaked into him earlier. Ric felt Aaron relax his hole and with only a little effort was past his outer ring. The hole seemed to suck the first two thirds of his cock in before Aaron gave a few flexes around the shaft. Ric began to drive in and out of Aaron's hole, feeling the moist sleeve gently grip his cock. He looked over and Nick gave him a wink, wordlessly telling him he liked watching Ric fuck his boyfriend. Jay was still groaning with each stroke of Nick's cock, making it clear there still wasn't enough lube inside him. Almost ten minutes after he first entered Jay, Nick started to thrust quickly. "Pull out... Pull OUT!" Jay now begged and got nothing but a sneer from Nick. Seconds later, Nick let out a chuckle followed by two grunts before he started to shoot his toxic seed into Jay's gut. "See, doesn't that feel better with all my cum soothing your sore cunt and soaking in?" Nick asked. A moment later he added "Now it's my boyfriend's turn, cuz there's not enough lube in there for you to take Ric, yet." Ric took that as his cue and dragged his cock out of Aaron's chute. Aaron stood up and whispered to Ric "Fuck that felt good. I'm lookin forward to a lot more later." He slid into Jay's waiting hole only a few moments after Nick pulled out. Almost immediately he was plowing into the hole, getting more groans from Jay. There may have been more lube in his hole, but the damage Nick had done still gave Jay considerable pain. Nick was surprised when Ric started licking over his still hard cock shortly after he was out of Jay's ass. Ric moaned loudly as his tongue cleaned Nick's cock. By the time he finished savoring the creamy mixture, Aaron was pounding Jay's battered hole. Jay kept begging and pleading for him to "stop" or "slow down" or "don't cum in him," but Aaron ignored him. His thrusts got harder, if anything. He'd fucked longer than Nick, but soon he was nearing the point of no return. His grunts competed with Jay's screams until he buried his cock in and fired off his toxic bullets into another victim. Ric smiled as he watched the pink cum dribble out of Jay's ass on to the floor. He put his hand over Jay's mouth and pushed into the tortured hole. "Shit... three fucks, two loads and he's still struggling to take my dick anywhere near as good as you did, Aaron" Ric said, grinning back at Aaron and Nick. Jay squirmed and tried to pull away from Ric's intrusion, but Ric held him tight. A few hard plunges later and Jay just whimpered while Ric continued to drive into the abused hole. Minutes later, it seemed that Jay had given up his fight and while Ric never got more than two thirds of his cock into Jay, that's all he needed. His fuck with Aaron earlier had gotten him close and Jay's quivering, cum filled hole was quickly getting him the rest of the way. Ric heard the door open and close, but was too engrossed in breeding Jay to bother to look back. He grunted a few times and bent over Jay, pushing his legs back, before his cock started to pulse. Each throb pumped more viral seed into Jay's sloppy hole. Ric stared at Jay, seeing the panic in his eyes. He knew Jay enjoyed part of the fuck, since he did moan some, but there were more times where he was in obvious pain. Ric pulled his cock out and let Jay's legs back down. He looked around and Aaron and Nick were joined by Dennis. "I heard you guys down the hall. Good thing I kept these rooms empty" Dennis said. Ric smiled back at him and said "He's all lubed up, ready for your strain." Dennis laughed "Nah, you guys probably wore him out. Besides, I don't fuck family." Everyone turned to Dennis and looked surprised. "I'm not really family since you won't marry Uncle Corey. But yeah, I'm really sore and tired. Thanks, guys. That was even hotter than I thought it would be. Do you guys think you charged me up?" Jay asked. Aaron was the first to laugh. "This was a setup, right? You wanted us to knock him up?" he asked. Dennis looked over at Jay before explaining "He's been trying to get me to do it since he found out I was poz. As I said, I won't fuck family. I also didn't think he was ready..." "Yeah, dad" Jay said, mocking Dennis' concern. "But I wanted him to experience the chase like I did, not just get pozzed by some random stranger. So... I asked him what was his fantasy pozzing. He said gangbang. I told him that wasn't very original and he'd been reading too many stories on the internet. So I set this up, knowing that Ric was going to be in town and where he is, there's always poz guys and sex. I also trust you guys to not get too crazy but also get the job done" Dennis said, tossing a butt plug to Jay. "He can stay with us a few weeks, we'll make sure he never shoots another neg load" Nick said with a chuckle. "Thanks, but I want to know if tonight was when it happened. My pussy is closed for a couple weeks" Jay said. "There's a backup plan... I have a few other guys for round two if we need it, but you'll get an invite if its required. Too bad Ric won't be around for it" Dennis said. Jay rinsed off and got dressed before he and Dennis walked out of the room, leaving the three there. They sat around and talked for a while. "You think we did it tonight? Aaron asked. "Based on what Nick's cock tasted like, he got torn up pretty good. The bug is probably swimmin in his veins right now" Ric replied. "Speaking of a bug... You owe me some" Aaron said to Ric with a devilish grin. The three guys shared a bed, taking turns swapping loads after their balls had refilled. They finally fell asleep early in the morning and were rudely awakened by a knock at the door. "Wakey Wakey!" Dakota said as he stripped his clothes off. "Someone owes me a good fuck for his bus ride last year" he said, way too cheerfully for that hour of the morning. Ric rolled off the bed and made his way half asleep over to the second bed where Dakota was standing. "Mmm, already hard and ready" Dakota said as he fell to his knees and began to suck. The more he sucked the more alert Ric became. With his cock hard and dripping spit, Dakota climbed on the bed, laying on his back. "Normally I like it doggy, but I want to look at you as you wreck my pussy" Dakota said. Ric chuckled before he pushed his cock to the well used ass. He moaned as he felt the warm loads inside the hole. "You've already been bred" Ric said, plowing faster. "Yeah, I hit the truck stop to drop a few loads and take a few before coming to work. Hope you don't mind" Dakota replied. Ric fucked harder, turning the loads into a frothy mess that was getting pushed out around his cock. Ric heard Dakota moan and Aaron snore. He laughed a moment but then put all of his attention back to Dakota. A few more minutes of pounding Dakota's ass and he felt his balls tighten. Two grunts and a groan later, his cock was shooting another charged load into Dakota's ass to join what was left of the truckers' cum. Ric pulled out and climbed on the bed on his knees. "Your turn" he said, winking. "Only can do a quick one. Gotta get to work" Dakota said. Less than five minutes later, Dakota was walking out of the room and Ric was falling back asleep with a warm load of cum in his ass. The alarm went off and the three showered before Ric packed the few things he brought in his backpack. It was quiet on the drive down until Nick said "I had this real weird dream. I was at a bathhouse and guys were all around us having sex but all I wanted to do was sleep." "Remind me never to go to a bathhouse with you" Aaron said as they pulled up to the airport terminal. (( End of Chapter 5 ))

I don't understand the connection between the thread title and your question. No, not everyone is passionate, or even capable of passion. For some tops it's all about the proper amount of friction for the proper amount of time until they unload. For some bottoms it's all about getting the top's load inside them. For both of those groups, passion isn't necessarily part of the experience. Some people (tops and bottoms) see passion as a form of weakness and therefore refuse to allow themselves to show it. >> I << am totally the opposite. I'm going to bring some passion to the experience even if I know before I get my dick in the bottom that there won't be a repeat engagement for whatever reason. If my passion is rejected, there definitely won't be a second time even though I will still fuck and breed the bottom. If it's accepted but not really reciprocated, depending on how the overall sexual experience goes, there may or may not be a second encounter. If my passion is reciprocated though, we are definitely going to keep getting together until one of us tires of the other.... I try to accept people as and where they are. Somehow I find that easier to do when clothes are on.... (shrug) As I have gotten older, I have come to understand many of the different facets of the phrase, "the folly of youth".... I have disabused myself of many of the things I thought in my youth, like if a guy has sex with me, he's in love with me/wants to be in a relationship with me. 🤣 Even if my current self could time travel back and pimp slap some sense into my younger self, I wouldn't do it. My younger self had to go through those experiences and learn those lessons in order for me to be the person that I am today. (And my younger self was hardheaded and had to learn lessons the hard way anyhow, so wouldn't have paid attention to my current self anyway. And probably would've done the opposite of everything my current self said to do just out of spite.) So, what does passion have to do with eating ass? Although I must say that I do eat ass passionately.

------- Chapter 5.2 - The Package ------- The quick trip back to get his arm tattoo finished was turning out to not be as easy as he thought. Ric was too young to rent a car and it turned out none of his friends could give him a ride up to Thad's shop that day. He didn't want to let his parents know he was back in town since he knew they would have a million questions he didn't want to answer, like "an appointment for what?" or "where did you get the money for this?" A quick call to Joe seemed to solve his issue, but it seemed complicated. The plan was: when he landed he was to take the rental car shuttle to meet Joe's friend Aaron. When Aaron got off of work, he'd ride home with Aaron and maybe sleep on his couch and would get dropped off for his Saturday morning appointment. Aaron would take him back to the airport and work his shift on Sunday. Ric hated to impose on someone he'd never met, but Joe had assured him that Aaron was willing to help out. So there he sat, waiting for the A1 Car Rental shuttle to pick him up. He was nervous when the bus showed up, but he got on and was immediately asked about his reservation. "Uh, I don't have one. I was supposed to meet Aaron there" Ric replied. "Oh yeah, we're expecting you. Have a seat" the driver said. Seconds later, the driver called over the radio "Base, your package arrived." Ric chuckled and waited several minutes until well dressed businesswoman got on, telling the driver about her reservation. A few minutes later, the driver called over the radio "Two people, one rez for Jackson, one sweet looking package. On our way." He got to the remote rental building and let the customer check in while he sat down on the bench. He wondered if the nerdy guy behind the counter was Aaron, but didn't want to interfere with a real customer to get a closer look. A minute later, another guy came out from the back. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and his tie loosened, but the guy was closer to Joe's description of Aaron. The guy walked over toward Ric and said "Hi, are you Ric? I'm Aaron. I need to do a few things before we close so just get comfortable. You west coast people really love the last flight in" laughing quietly. Ric saw the biohazard tattoo on Aaron's left forearm and smiled before he checked his phone and he saw a message from Shane. "You coming in tonight?" followed by "When's ur appt?" Ric replied "@airport waiting 4 ride appt manana @noon" A few minutes later Shane replied "ok be at abs @ 10am." Ric shook his head and wondered why Shane cared, why he wanted to go to an adult book store and then, which one. He sat around waiting and soon most of the lights went off. Aaron went around locking things up and said "If you gotta piss, do it quick. We're leaving in five." Ric chuckled, liking Aaron's bluntness and decided that he should probably drain his bladder before the ride up north and went into the restroom. Just as he started to piss, Aaron walked in. "Joe said you were cute and he wasn't kidding. I assume he gave you something permanent" Aaron said. Ric laughed and replied "Yeah he did. From the tattoo, I guess he gave you the same thing?" Aaron grinned saying "Nah, it was his brother, but same club." Ric looked over his shoulder and watched Aaron rub his crotch. "I really appreciate you giving me a ride up there and back. I was planning on getting a room over at the Rest Inn. Dennis said he could set me up" Ric told Aaron. "You know Dennis? Cool. He's a really good guy. Do you want some roommates for the night? I always have fun over there" Aaron replied. "If its ok with Dennis, its ok with me" Ric said as he shook off his cock and stuffed it back in his jeans. While he washed his hands, Aaron took his spot at the urinal and pissed a surprisingly long time. They walked back into the dark building and out the door, with Aaron locking the deadbolt. Aaron led him over to his car and they drove over to the exit. Once through, Aaron got out and locked the hut and then the gate. It was a boring drive, one that Ric had done several times. They chatted a bit and Ric said "So, you know Mark too?" Aaron chuckled and said "Yeah, he knocked me up in that bathroom. Or over in the car wash, I don't know which fuck did it. Freaked me out but it's the best thing that's ever happened. I learned a lot, got a bunch of friends out of it and a killer boyfriend." "Nice. I hope I get the fun room I had when I met Joe. It would be good if you can stay over. You can bring your boyfriend too" Ric said. Aaron smiled over at Ric. As they got close to the exit Ric asked "I got a message from a friend that I have to stop by the adult book store tomorrow morning. Do you know which one he's talking about?" Aaron laughed and said "There's only one and we're going to pass it in a minute. You got the room, you should use it as much as possible instead of going over there. Hell, bring your friend over tonight and we can knock his ass up good." Ric smiled. "I already did, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind a recharge. I don't know why he wants to meet there in the morning" Ric said. He tapped out a message to Shane and asked. "wrestlng coach goes there sat mornings if no team match" was followed by "u asked if he played" and then "he sucks or gets blown there" were Shane's replies. Ric smiled and thought he knew what Shane was thinking. Before he could reply he got another message from Shane "u want to tag him 4 booting ur friend off team?" "wanted to get pics, ur idea better" Ric replied. Seconds later Shane texted "do both." Hearing Ric chuckle as he texted prompted Aaron to ask "what's so funny?" "Just realized my friend is more twisted than I thought" Ric replied. Ric then sent Shane "can u stop over to hotel tonite?" Shane replied a second later "Cant. got plans w/marcus ;)" Ric smiled again, hoping that Shane was going to tap Marcus and experience his hot ass. By now he decided he was going to need to make sure that his balls were full in the morning and that would dampen the fun he had tonight. Aaron pulled into the hotel, parked and the pair walked inside. Dennis was standing there at the reception desk, grinning. "Right on time and you even brought me a treat" Dennis said as he winked at Aaron, adding "How's Nick feeling? We really nailed him the other night." "Horny again. Hopefully he's ready to fuck, I drained my balls earlier" Aaron said as Dennis laid a key on the counter. "You got Room 221. Sorry, the fun rooms are booked, but no one is close so you can make a lot of noise there. I'll be up in a few hours to tuck you in" Dennis said, chuckling. Ric and Aaron headed up to the room and found that Dennis had at least supplied a few drinks and snacks. "I would have preferred one king instead of two queen beds" Ric said as he watched Aaron tapping away on his phone. "Nick will be here in about an hour, he's finishing up with some guy" Aaron said. "I thought he was your boyfriend" Ric asked. "He is, but we both mess around on the side and usually tell each other about our hookups" Aaron replied. They both grabbed something to drink, Ric a beer and Aaron a bottle of water. Soon Ric had his shirt and shoes off and Aaron shed his work uniform. As he emptied the beer, Ric laughed and took his jeans off too to match Aaron. Both guys laid down on one of the beds. Aaron turned on his side, looking at Ric and said "Joe told me to take care of you. I'm not sure if that means to keep you out of trouble or if I'm supposed to be your fuck toy for the weekend." Ric glanced over and saw Aaron smiling back at him. "Knowing him, probably both" Ric said, laughing afterward. He watched Aaron look up and down his body but always going back and staring at his bulge. "I'm pretty beat and I want to save a big load for tomorrow morning, so I'm probably going to be the fuck toy tonight. I could use a good dicking anyway, most guys want me to top and I miss feeling a guy breed me" Ric said, giving Aaron a wink. Seconds later, Aaron rolled between Ric's legs and began gnawing on the bulge through the thin fabric of Ric's trunks. Once it was thoroughly soaked and Ric's shaft was hard and poking out the top band, Aaron pulled them down and tossed them on the floor. "Oh fuck, yeah. If you're not fucking tonight, then I better get this tomorrow night or you're walking to the airport" Aaron said before letting out a laugh. He licked and sucked for several minutes before working his way down to Ric's heavy balls. Ric pulled his legs back to give Aaron better access and when Aaron was done, he pushed Ric back a little further. It gave him space to lick further down, spread Ric's ass apart and dive in. Ric moaned deeply while Aaron licked and poked his tight hole. "Mmm, one of my favorites - sweaty, hairy and poz" Aaron growled before working a finger in. "You weren't kidding, you haven't been fucked in a while. This is fuckin' tight!" he said a few moments later. Aaron stood up and tugged his underwear off and when he went to get on the bed, Ric had spun around with his head hanging off the edge of the bed. His stiff cock went into Ric's eager mouth and he pulled him up so he could get back to munching on Ric's hole. Aaron was in heaven and wasn't sure he wanted to fuck. Ric's mouth, tongue and throat felt good on his cock and his ass ring kept playing with Aaron's tongue and fingers. Occasionally, Ric would rub a spit covered finger over his pucker and his whole body would shake. When he felt his balls begin to churn he knew he better start fucking soon or he would be emptying them down Ric's throat. Aaron pushed three fingers in and twisted them around before laying Ric back down on his back. Slowly he pulled his cock free of Ric's mouth and climbed between his legs. Ric grabbed his legs again and pulled back as Aaron rubbed his slick cock around Ric's hole. With a firm push, Aaron slid in until he was firmly planted against Ric's ass. The two stared at each other, smiling. Ric gave a few squeezes with his sphincter and Aaron let out a long groan. "God that feels good. I'm gonna get you ready for Nick and Dennis. Your hole is going to be flooded with our toxic jizz by morning" Aaron said. Aaron might have started out gentle but he worked up to a firm pounding. He flipped Ric on to his knees and drilled him as they knelt on the bed. Aaron loved feeling the sweaty back against his chest, so when he pushed Ric on to all fours, they stayed like that and he pushed himself on to his feet and drove hard into Ric's loosening hole. Aaron plowed Ric like that for another ten minutes until he felt his balls tighten. His thrusts got harder until he gave one last shove and felt his cock erupt. Aaron moaned loudly as shot after shot of his viral cum pumped into Ric's guts. "Damn, that load was bigger than I thought after my fuck earlier" Aaron said after he pulled his still hard cock out of Ric's hole. "Who was the lucky guy? A customer?" Ric asked. "Nah, the guy behind the counter that you saw when you got there. Greedy little fuck should be knocked up any day now" Aaron said, chuckling. Adding "Guess I'll be covering the desk again while I find a new hole to charge up." Dennis clapped as he leaned against the door. "One welcome home gift given, I hope you don't mind another one, Ric" Dennis said. Several minutes later Aaron's boyfriend Nick showed up while Dennis was fucking Ric. With a second load in Ric's now sloppy hole, Nick took over and was soon adding his cum. "Surprised to see you bottoming tonight, Ric. Giving that killer dick a rest?" Dennis asked. "I want to have a big load ready for tomorrow morning. A friend says that the wrestling coach goes to the adult book store on Saturday mornings. I want to feed him a load and maybe get a pic or two of him there" Ric said, with a tinge of anger in his voice. "Is that the guy that kicked Joe off the team?" Dennis asked. "Yeah. I was just going to get pics, but my friend suggested giving him a gift or two as well" Ric replied. "Too bad Joe isn't here to help out. I bet he'd really enjoy it. What time do you have to be there? Isn't your appointment with Thad tomorrow?" Dennis asked. Aaron and Nick were listening closely and a grin slowly grew over their faces. "10 AM for the book store, noon for Thad. Who knows if the coach will even show, but I hope he does" Ric said. "Well, you're going to need some sleep. Let me know how it goes. I'll be working tomorrow night, so I'll see you then" Dennis said as he got up and left the three in the room. "How about we leave here at 9:45 and come back around 11:30 for a shower before your appointment?" Aaron asked as he pulled down the covers of the other bed. "Sounds good" Ric replied. They were all asleep in minutes, Aaron and Nick in one bed and Ric in the other. -- Ric saw Shane walking into the book store as they pulled up. "Thanks for the ride. I'll see you at 11:30?" Ric asked. "Oh, I wouldn't miss this for the world. We're going to help, if we can" Aaron said. He parked and the three went inside, splitting up right away. Ric got a bunch of tokens from the cashier before finding Shane and they talked quietly. They got Nick in the left of three booths and Shane took the right one. Aaron was on his knees sucking on Ric's cock outside the booths when the coach walked in. The coach looked around nervously and went into the only open booth in the middle. Nick and Shane both had their cocks out and offered them though the glory holes soon after. The coach had started to suck on Nick's cock when Shane's shaft poked through. Soon he was alternating between the two. After a couple rounds, Shane whispered "Gimme that ass." The coach bent over and went back to sucking Nick's cock while Shane used spit to lube up the coach's hole. Shane pushed his rigid shaft in surprisingly easily and began to plow away. The well used hole felt good around his cock while Marcus' loads slowly dripped out of his own hole and down his leg. He knew this had to be quick and only a few minutes later was shooting his toxic seed into the coach's ass. With the booths occupied, Ric and Aaron set up their next steps and waited for the next booth to open. Hopefully it would be either Nick's or Shane's. Shane's door opened and he walked out, zipping his jeans up. Ric watched Aaron go inside and waited for the tokens Shane had deposited to expire. It was only a few minutes, but it was enough for the coach to have turned around and start getting fucked by Nick while he sucked on Aaron's cock. The light went off, indicating no movie was playing and Ric waited another minute or so. Nick's door opened and he was grinning as he walked out. Ric banged on Aaron's door, yelling out "Add tokens or get out" in a deeper voice than normal. He laughed to himself and then went over to the empty booth and went in, adding a few tokens to the player. "Oh shit, no tokens. Be right over" Aaron said, pulling his cock out of the glory hole and shuffling over to the middle booth with his jeans partially down. The coach looked up at him, shocked that he'd just barge in, but quickly went back to sucking his cock. Ric watched through the hole and chuckled to himself before recording a minute of the coach sucking Aaron with his phone. Aaron face fucked the coach and occasionally would pull out and slap his cock on the coaches face before stuffing it back in his mouth. The third time he did it, he growled "God that looks so hot... just a sec" as he pulled out his phone. Click, click, click the phone sounded as he snapped three pictures of the coach's face with either a dick on his cheek or in his mouth. Aaron began to thrust harder and then felt his cock start to shoot into the coach's mouth. He pulled out and let a rope splash over the coach's face. Click, click and two more pics of the coach's cum covered face got recorded. Aaron stuffed his phone back in his pocket and pulled up his jeans. Patting the coach's head, he said "Thanks daddy" and left the booth. Nick was blocking the empty booth's door until he saw Dennis arrive. He grinned again and let Dennis go inside. Ric cleared his throat and tapped on the hole before sliding his half hard cock through. The coach scurried over on his knees, muttering "oh fuck" as he saw the dick that was awaiting him. He started licking, though, and soon had Ric fully hard. A few minutes later he was sucking but only getting a little over half of it into his mouth before he'd gag when it hit his throat. Dennis was on the other side, patiently watching and waiting. "Show me that pussy" Ric barked out. The coach responded and seconds later had his ass planted against the partition. "mmm, all lubed up. I love a cumdump" Ric growled as he pushed his cock against the coach's hole. It took a few tries but finally it yielded and he slowly drove his cock in. He could hear the pain in the coach's groans over the two movies and it spurred him on. Dennis had pushed his cock through the hole and the coach tried to suck on it to distract himself from the pain ripping through his body as Ric's cock tore into him. He tried to pull away from Ric's shaft, but that just pushed Dennis' cock into his throat. The coach ended up fucking himself on the two cocks as he tried to avoid either of them going too deep. Ric began to pump faster, wanting to make sure he got at least one load into the coach's pussy. The timing was hard, but when he felt the coach push back, Ric thrust in hard, plowing deeper than he'd been able to go before. Ric's cock began to shower the coach's guts with his potent load. He moaned loudly, happy that he got to do what Joe dreamed of. When the last spurt dribbled out, Ric barked out "Clean it!" Ric pulled his cock out slowly, giving the coach room to turn around. He pushed back through and felt a tongue start to lick over the head and then down the sides. Dennis chuckled as the coach backed up against the wall. His dick was sliding in moments later and Ric felt the coach moan around his shaft as he lapped up most of the cum. A few minutes later the video ended and Ric backed away, pulled up his sweats and walked out of the booth. A nicely built Latin guy was standing just outside the booth, waiting, and started to go in. Ric whispered in Spanish "You don't want to put your dick in him." "Yeah I do, I'm in the club too" Juan replied as he winked and went inside. Aaron called Ric over and said "We gotta leave or you're going to be late" as he got close. Nick, Aaron and Ric left, rushing back to the hotel with Ric showering as quickly as he could. Aaron and Nick were on the bed groping and kissing when Ric came out of the bathroom and continued while he dressed. They piled back into the car and drove over to the tattoo shop. "Hey, good to see you again. Only five minutes late, pretty good. Aaron's call earlier made it sound like you'd be an hour or two late" Thad said, chuckling. "Good thing he was keeping track or I'd still be over there fucking" Ric replied with a big grin on his face. He pulled off his shirt and sat down in the chair to get the rest of his tattoo finished. Ric laid back and tried to relax, adrenaline still keeping his heart racing. About half way through, Ric asked Thad "Got any ideas to update my first tattoo? I want to change it a bit." "Uh... you don't like it?" Thad asked. "Oh fuck no, I love it. I just want to add to it so it's a little different" Ric replied. A few minutes later, after still seeing the disappointment in Thad's face, he explained "I did a couple videos. They were supposed to crop out the upper tat, but its still visible in a few shots and I've had guys recognize me from it." Thad stopped and sat back, exclaiming "Holy fuck! That WAS you! You're a porn star now? Fuck... I saw a short video online and the tat looked familiar, but I wasn't sure. I looked through my portfolio and couldn't find a pic of it. I thought it was yours from that day with Joe. You guys were kind of rushed that day if I remember right" Thad continued. Ric nodded and said "Yeah, your work has gotten a lot of views. Too bad there's no way to credit you for it." A huge smile took over Thad's face and he started back on the arm tattoo. "I think most guys are looking at your dick, not the ink" he said. Ric laughed and told Thad "That biohazard is just as popular as my dick!" Several minutes later "I can come up with something, but the more ink you get the easier it will be to identify you. They won't want to just show your dick and ass, as hot as they are." "Yeah, I told them I wasn't going to do any more videos. That stuff gets around too easy and I don't want to affect my career later" Ric said. "It was fun to do, though. Now I can say I fucked some porn stars." Thad finished up the arm tattoo and picked up his drawing pad. He sketched out the existing tattoo and made a few copies. After a few tries he found something Ric liked and pulled out the shaving cream and razor again. "Oh fuck! I forgot about that. At least I know it grows back pretty quick now" Ric said. "Yeah, but first I want a pic of the old version for my portfolio. And the arm... and then we'll get the updated chest tat" Thad said. He snapped a few pics with his phone and grinned back at Ric. "Now... let's finish it up" Thad said.

As promised, I wanted to send out a new update before I leave for a trip. This is the first time Paul and Blake play with another person and I think they are on their way to discovering a lot more about each other. Still early days, and any comments or suggestions are welcome! I will try to have another chapter at the end of next week, but until then, enjoy! Chapter Three: A Third I woke up feeling sick as ever, but immediately noticed the smells of cinnamon and vanilla. Blake was gone from the bed, but he had tucked me against a body pillow to cocoon me in comfort. My brain allowed me to doze on and off for awhile until I felt a corner of the bed sag and I opened my eyes. A plate of homemade cinnamon rolls and a glass of water in his hands, Blake asked me to sit up before he started feeding me small bites of food and made me drink water. “I know you feel like hell, but you’re as gorgeous as ever, do you know that?” I couldn’t help myself, and I began to purr. “You’re just the most amazing person, Blake. How did you ever find me of all people attractive?” Blake looked at me for a few moments before replying, “Well, the moment I first saw you moving your things into that dorm, I knew you were special. It was only later when I read an article on the university webpage that I really knew how amazing you were.” I blushed hearing him compliment me. “They liked to use my story to try to recruit more musicians, but I’m really not special.” “How can you say that? You’re like a nationally-awarded organist!” The way Blake looked at me made me think about how I looked at him. A mixture of adoration, lust, caring, and disbelief that he can be mine. Groaning, I said, “It doesn’t really matter. I know things about one part of life. I have no experience in much of anything else. Well, almost no experience.” Dammit, I must be flushed some crazy shade of red from all the blushing I am doing. Why is sex so hard to talk about? Blake picked up on my discomfort and gave a rueful smile. “I thought you knew more about it. . . I wouldn’t have come onto you so strong and been so forceful if I would have known.” “It isn’t a problem. You just helped me discover a new part of myself.” I smiled to reassure him. “I need to email my teachers and tell them that I am too sick to go to class.” “Don’t worry about it. I already sent an email to all your teachers saying that you were sick and I was going to take care of you for the next few days.” This man really is a keeper, I thought. “I found your class schedule in your music bag,” he added. “Now, finish this food and we can talk.” I finished eating the most delicious breakfast I could remember and Blake took the plate back to the kitchen. A minute later he reappeared with another glass of water and got back into bed. He held me and started talking. “You know a little bit about how I became poz. It really isn’t a special story. I was horny, I wanted a release, and I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into. I converted and that was that. There was no stopping the virus and somehow that turned me on. I became obsessed with saving myself for the perfect guy who would be my partner in every sense of the word. I wanted to be a part of them forever. I knew that I had some time before I needed to go on medication to control the infection, but I wanted to stay fit anyway. I threw myself into my sports career and school, and I don’t regret it for a bit. I see a doctor every few months and keep track of my health. He thinks I can stay off meds for a few years yet without much risk to my own health, but I want to have him check you out when you’re feeling better.” I nodded against the pillow. “I know I need to get tested eventually, but I want to know more about this first. I can feel my body changing even now.” Blake pulled me tighter, “yeah, I got to know my own body so much more in the year since. I’ve been spending money on my playroom and waiting until I had the chance to meet someone special to use it. I’m so happy it is you.” I began to drift off to sleep, comforted by the man now holding me close. Blake nibbled on my ear and I could feel his engorged cock rubbing against my ass. With a gentle adjustment, I gave him my ass again. This time wasn’t frantic but the passion was just as deep. We made love in the bed for the first time, then fell asleep in each other’s arms. * * * * * I gradually began feeling better and by the beginning of the next week I was back in the classroom and the practice room. I had some serious catching up to do, and not a lot of time. I managed to scrape through my finals and pass a jury for organ. My second to last day at school I got a call from Blake. “Hey, it has been a long time since we saw each other? How about a little celebration after you finish your last final tomorrow?” Of course I couldn’t say no to that. “Sounds like a plan! Where do you want to meet?” “Come back to my place around 7:00. We can have dinner and I have an idea for a new activity.” I could hear the growling tone in his voice. “You won’t want to miss this.” “I’ll be there! But now I have to go. Chris wants help with his essay tonight and I promised I would try to help.” Blake chuckled down the phone, “you’re always so helpful. One of the hundreds of reasons I love you. Talk to you later!” The line disconnected and I breathed a sigh of contentment. Just one more day of work before I could drop my worries out the window and run into the arms of my boyfriend. I grabbed my computer and headed out the door and down the hall to Chris’s room. I could hear the sounds of classic rock through the door and knocked loudly. I heard Chris’s bedsprings creak as he moves to the door. When the door swings open, Chris is staring at me with his hair all crazy to one side. “Thank god you’re here.” He ushers me inside and closes the door. “I fell asleep and just couldn’t finish the essay.” I stared him down for a minute. “What a mess,” I thought. Sighing I said, “I can’t write the essay for you, but let me see what you’ve got.” Chris brought me his laptop and sat down on his bed. “I’ve got it mostly finished, but I just don’t know what else to write. I’m at the end of the line.” He really looked dejected, so I read through what he had written so far. Ten minutes later I grabbed his shoulder and shook him from his upright doze. “It isn’t too bad, you just have some simple editing work to do, then wrap it up. We can get through this in just a bit.” We dug in and about two hours later he had a really fine essay. “Thanks so much. I really appreciate it. I promise to make it up to you someday.” I laughed, “you don’t have to make anything up to me. Just finish the semester strong. You were my first friend here, and this is what friends do for each other.” I picked up my things and walked to the door. “Now get some sleep so you’re fresh for tomorrow.” I heard a faint “good night” get mumbled into a pillow as I let myself out. Time to grab some sleep before classes finished tomorrow and I could see Blake again. * * * * * After my exams the following day I went home to get ready. By now at least I had figured out the mechanics of a clean (and belatedly ‘safe’) sexual experience. I grabbed a quick shower and cleaned everything out. I figured that Blake must have had some kind of sex in mind and I wanted to be prepared. I put on some decent clothes and started walking over to his place. I rapped the door when I arrived and then Blake was there. I caught a quick glance of my gorgeous man in an apron before he pulled me into him. Hugging him tight I planted kisses on his neck and soaked in his aroma. Rich and musky. I could already feel myself getting hard. Blake broke the embrace and ferried me into the place. He had a few candles lit and gestured me to a seat in the small dining nook. “After the last time you ate here off a TV tray, I thought you deserved a real meal. He opened a bottle of Italian lemonade for me and went back to putting the finishing touches on our meal. We chatted idly about holiday plans and how our exams went as he plated some food. When he turned to present the dinner, I was stunned. It looked like the work of a chef! Beautiful chicken parmesan cutlets propped over a delicious-looking mound of risotto. There was a side salad and he leaned over and said, “there’s a special dessert later.” We ate and toasted each other with our lemonades for the better part of an hour. After we finished, he carefully cleared away the plates and brought me to my feet. “Are you ready?” I nodded silently, then I noticed Blake checking his watch. A minute later there was a knock on the door. “Chris, how nice of you to drop in!” Blake shouted at the door. “It is open.” I stared at Blake. What was going on? Chris bounded into the room full of frat boy energy. “Hiya Paul. I bet you didn’t expect to see me here, did you?” “I can’t say that I did, no.” I replied. I searched Blake’s eyes but they gave nothing away. “We just finished dinner here, Chris, but I think we’re ready to get started if you are.” “No problem,” Chris replied. He turned to the hallway leading to the bedroom and playroom. “What are we waiting for?” Blake gave my hand a little squeeze, “you’ll have fun with this. I promised dessert, after all.” Winking, he let go of my hand and led the way down the hall to the playroom. Entering the playroom was just as disorienting as last time. The heavy smell of leather and rubber hung in the air and the toys, straps, masks, and suits all surrounded the big sling in the center of the room. I was horny before, but the sight of all this forbidden gear turned me on even more. Chris gave out a little gasp. “I had no idea you had all of this! You must get tail every day of the week!” Blake looked at me and replied, “hardly, I only have one person that I really want to fuck.” Chris turned and faced us, “of course, I knew you two were made for each other. But why all the stuff?” “Well,” Blake started, seeming a bit sheepish, “I wanted to be prepared in case my partner was kinky or had any fantasies.” His gaze turned toward me. “I hope you aren’t offended.” I smiled back at him, “of course I am not offended! That is so hot that you were thinking of every eventuality.” I leaned up and kissed him deeply. “You know how to get me horny for sure, but why is Chris here?” Blake gestured to Chris, “you’d better explain it.” Chris started, “I always wondered what being with a guy felt like, and I’m going to move into the frat house next year. I heard that they get up to some shenanigans and take care of each other, if you know what I mean, and I wanted to know what that was like before I started fooling around and don’t want to embarrass myself in front of any of them. I asked Blake a few weeks ago if he would show me the ropes, but he said he wouldn’t fuck me. Just that he was saving that for someone else, but he thought you might be willing to have a go at me if you wanted to.” I was stunned, horrified, turned on, and confused. “Why me?” “Like Blake here, I wanted it to be someone who I cared about and wouldn’t judge me. Besides, you’re sexy as fuck and so tempting all the time. . .” Chris trailed off. I looked at Blake and he smiled back. “Paul, this is your chance to really breed someone. I think you should.” I leaned over to whisper in Blake’s ear, “does he know that I am poz?” “I haven’t told him, but you know him. I don’t think it would make him much difference.” “But I would feel awful if I gave him my illness.” Blake was quiet for a moment, “look, it isn’t like he is stupid. He could ask to play safe, he could be on prep, he could just not care. Whatever the case, I think he is aware of what is possible.” I grudgingly admitted that my boyfriend had a point. I turned toward Chris and with as much courage as I could muster I demanded, “get in the sling.” Chris clambered out of his clothes and got into the sling. Blake and I circled around him and strapped his arms and legs in so he couldn’t move. “You know that to do this you need to relax. And in order to be relaxed, you need to surrender yourself to us.” I was talking with a silky tone, trying to put him at ease and keep him excited. “After this experience you’ll be a changed man. You can’t say that you’ve never felt another man inside of you. Is that what you want?” Chris was getting really hot and bothered and moaned out, “just do what you want to me.” Clearly this boy didn’t know what I was capable of. I knelt down and took a look at his hard cock. It was about average in length with a long, droopy foreskin covering the head, even as he was hard. A nondescript bush surrounded his manhood, but the shaft and balls were completely smooth. His balls rode up as I fondled his shaft. This was too easy. I rolled his foreskin down to release the shiny head of his cock, already glistening with precut. Taking him into my mouth I could taste the sweet-and-salty essence of the pre, along with the musty, sweaty taste that must always stay around with a foreskin like his. I pressed his cock further back into my mouth and felt as much as heard him pant. “You’re a fucking genius with your mouth, Paul.” I slid his cock all the way out of my mouth, sucking on his head so there was a little ‘pop’ when I released him. “Thanks, but you haven’t seen anything yet.” I started giving his balls a tongue bath and played around inside his foreskin with my finger. I let my tongue lick down his taint before tasting his ass for the first time. It was as I expected from a frat-type boy. A bit ripe with sweat, but not unclean. The saltiness of his sweat was matched with the sweetness of his musk. I began to tongue his hole and the moans increased in pitch and frequency. “What are you doing to me?” I grinned into his cheeks as I pulled my finger from his foreskin, “just having a taste of what is to come. Blake promised me dessert. . .” I dove back in. Blake’s hands found my collar and began unbuttoning my shirt. I got to work with my pants and was soon naked, probing Chris’s hole with my tongue. He must have really been wanting this for awhile, because he was starting to open up. I stood and slipped a finger into Chris as I leaned in to lick his chest. “I can’t kiss you because I’m attached to Blake, but I am going to fuck you. Is that what you want?” Chris only nodded and groaned. I was excited! My fist topping experience! I used a second finger to open the hole for a moment or two and Blake came up from behind and started lubing my cock. “Hold back in him for a bit. Make sure he feels you,” Blake warned. I nodded in understanding and withdrew my fingers. My now slick cock began to do circles around his hole as I warmed him up for penetration. Nothing like a little teasing to get him excited for what was coming next! I felt Blake start to lick my hole behind me. . . Ah! That was his game! Well, I don’t mind! I let the tip of my dick hover right at the entrance to Chris’s chute. Waves of warmth emanated from him as I gave the warning, “last chance to back out.” “Breed me,” was all the answer I needed. I pushed into his warm hole and slowly sunk inch by inch into the waiting boy. Nothing prepared me for how amazing the feeling of a tight hole would be on my cock. At the same moment, I felt pressure on my own hole as Blake quickly sank his dick into me. He had me impaled completely and was pulsing his dick against my prostate as I continued to work toward hilting myself into Chris. When I finally bottomed out (with much wincing from Chris) Blake was almost out of my ass. I began to pull out of Chris and fuck myself back onto Blake. I slowly picked up steam bucking forwards into Chris and backwards onto Blake. Fucking and being fucked in one cyclical motion. This was easily the most pleasure I had ever experienced. I rode Blake’s dick with every ounce of passion I had, and plowed myself forward into Chris feeling like a god. Chris was moaning in pleasure as I began to pummel his prostate with precision. The speed of my thrusts growing faster and faster and cycling deep enough to tease his second hole. Blake started to pant behind me and grabbed my hips for extra leverage. We fucked like rabbits for what seemed like hours before I couldn’t take it any longer. “I’m gonna cum,” I screamed to the boys and fell forward with all my body weight to stick Chris as deeply as I could before I started to spurt. I felt the resistance of his second hole for a split second before Blake added a deep slam of my hole and our combined weight forced my dick through Chris’s second hole. I could feel Blake pumping me full of his toxic seed again and knew that I was seeding Chris, too. We stayed mounded together, sweat dripping from our bodies and mixing into each other. Chris hadn’t cum, but he seemed perfectly content. “Is this everything you wanted it to be,” I asked. “More than you could ever know,” was Chris’s reply. I turned to Blake and kissed him deeply. After about half an hour I felt myself slip from Chris’s hole and we unhooked the restraints. Chris grabbed his things quietly and waddled out the door. Blake scooped me up in his arms and nibbled on my neck. “I hope that wasn’t too shocking for you.” “Too shocking, no, but I will be interested to know how Chris is feeling in a few weeks. I am a bit worried that he’ll be pissed at me if he turns out poz.” “I know some of the guys in the frat,” Blake replied, “they won’t judge, and there are a few people that I met at my poz support meetings that he can talk to if he gets worried.” I snuggled my head up to Blake’s chiseled pecs. “All I know is that every time I have sex with you I feel a deeper connection. Even with another person, I still feel connected most to you.” Blake kissed my forehead and dropped me into the shower. “Well, we shouldn’t waste another opportunity. . .” So he fucked me silly in the shower, using his previous load as lube. I don’t know how I had managed to live without this boy for so long, but I am glad that I don’t need to know what that will be like for a long time.

In 2019, I found my cousin on Grindr. For about 2 or 3 months, I went back and forth on whether or not to hit him up. We had an awkward car ride to the store on Thanksgiving where we were both cruising profiles. We were looking at each other’s profile but I was too scared to do anything. Later on he asked if I wanted to hang out and I said yes. I ended up at my aunt and uncle’s house and we sat in his car in the garage where I went down on him. After that we started having full on sex and it was intense. Then the pandemic started and things fizzled out, but we’re still close. He’s one of the most talented tops I’ve ever slept with and I’m pretty sure I’d hookup with him again if he offered.

Chapter 16 It was getting late and the place was filling up with people from the bars. I knew it would be a different crowd here. Not quite so sadistic but guys that needed to get off in anything. The Pig was breathing heavily now trying to recover from the brutal throat fucking he just got. The guy with this hand up his ass stared pulling it out. You cold clearly see the Lips that were formed being pulled at, His rosebud was developed into a nice looking pussy. One of the guys said “wait a minute. Lets keep that open “. He found a large butt plug and coated it with that special lube. Then the guy pulled his had few they immediately pushed the plug in. The Pig said no more, that burns even more. A guy walked over and said “ If we let you out you have one more thing to do “. The Pig pleaded “ Anything. I will do anything “. He was already moving his hips around that huge plug in his ass. They untied him from the sling and helped him out. He was told to sit on a old wooden chair. He sat down slowly until one of the guys pushed him down on it harder, driving that plug deeper. He was moving around on it, grinding the plug deeper. His hole was on fire and needed filled and stretched. Horse said he was done and started pulling out of the Kid. He told the Kid “ Tighten up when I come out, try to keep all that mess inside you. you might need it later”. Before he cold get all the out one of the guys pulled the Pig over and told him if he ate the kids ass and anything that came out he could go upstairs if he really wanted to. The Pig looked a little hesitant but the grinding on the plug told us we had a Pig slut up for anything. He was pulled over to the bottom of the sling the Kid was in and ass Horse’s cock popped out his head was pushed up to the Kid’s dripping cunt. The lips of the Kid’s ass stayed out a little. The Pig started licking on the Kid’s puffy ass lips and one of the guys pulled and pushed on the plug logged into the Pig’s ass. This had the desire effect of making the hold burn more and at the same time pushed the Pig’s mouth over the Kid’s bruised and swollen hole. The Pig started sucking n it like his life depended on it. The Kid was moaning “ That feels so good. Don’t stop. I am about to leak it out.” Someone said “ Kid, don’t let any of that charged baby batter and chem piss out. We want to make sure you get Pregnant.” Then they followed “ Hey Pig, You have to make the Kid lose control and give you all that tasty cum to drink like a good Pig”. They started slowly working the plug up the Pig’s ass. He was moaning and whimpering. He was n a super heat condition and would do anything at this point. The action was set. Both caught up in the moment. Both wanted to either Keep or get the mixed man juices in the Kid’s ass and bowels. This went one for a few minutes with the Kid wining the competition. The Pig was all but putting his head up the Kid’s ass. He actually bit the Kid’s rosebud to try to make him loose control. The Kid said “ Ouch, He is biting my asshole. That isn’t fair.” Someone walked over and said maybe, maybe not “. With that he grabbed the head of the Pig and pushed it hard to the Kids Hole he had just bit. He told the Kid “ Go ahead, I have him there, get even, Open it up and push it all into his mouth”. You could see the Kid pushing like he was trying to take a monstrous shit. The Pig stared choking and trying to push away. He was getting a full torrent of cum and Chem piss with a touch of blood. It was wild. The guy holding his head said “ This is what you get for trying to cheat. I suspect this isn’t the only place your cheating tonight so one more thing then you can go upstirs and relax some.” The Kid did a great job of drenching the Pig. We know he had drank some of that mess and had it all over his face and chest. It smelled pretty bad. The Pig was placed on the fuck bench and strapped on it. At the same time the Kid was released from the Sling

We lay in bed for a while and fell asleep. We woke up at about 8p and played around in bed for a while. He kept pulling on my nips to make them more sensitive and bigger. They were all puffy now and the size of a ear bud what was huge compare to the less then pea size they were before. We decided to go to dinner at this gay dive bar. Brian said they had good burgers and maybe some action. We cleaned up. I got dressed in tight jeans short shorts, pink lace thong and a tight tank top shirt that had string like shoulder hangs. My swollen fat nipples showed easily thru the thin shirt. The cock cage did make my bulge show more too. We arrived and sat at the bar. The place was half crowded filled with Daddy bear and leather types along with some younger twinks who chased them. "Hi Brian, he your boy", the bartender said as his eyes pierced me looking over me "Yes he is not sure if he will work out", Brian said smiling and grabbing my thigh with his hand. "Would luv to give him a try", the bartender said hungrily "One day. Can we order two burger specials and two beers), Daddy said "Sure thing", as the bartender kept looking at me with his hungry eyes The burgers arrived and we began to eat as we were both starved. "Hi Brian long time no see", said a tall burly bear Daddy who walked up to us at the bar Brian said hello introduced me. His name was Raymond and was a regular at the bar. He was looking me over with his eyes. "Nice to meet you. You are fine. Me and Brian have shared a lot of things together", he said and put his hand on my lower back rubbing it. "Maybe you and i will get to know each other real well", he said as he slid his hand down the back of my shorts under my panties. "Hmmm i like lace", he said as he pushed his hand down further and essentially lifted me up and stuck his middle finger just in my hole. " "Ughhh", i moaned with burger still in my mouth and my eyes open looking at Brian Brian just looked back and ate his burger like nothing was happening Raymond looking at Brian's non reaction as permission to do more he leaned in towards me and drove his finger deeper into me hitting my gspot. My eyes closed a bit and i let out a soft moan. "Ohhh yeah your a little pussy whore aren't you . Look at you panting already and Ive only got one finger in you. You'll be begging for my cock wont you", he whispered in my ear and then grabbed on of my nipples and massaged it. "Ohhhhhh", i arched my back and moaned. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his bulge. It was a nice thick cock. "Why dont we go in the back and i cant give you what you want", he said I was weak right now. He was massaging my gspot for a while along with my nipples and my pussy was so wet i wanted to him to fuck my mancunt right now. "Not right now Raymond, maybe later", Brian said as he looked at me "Ok I cant wait and neither can your boy", he said as he massaged my prostate one more time. He withdrew his finger from my ass and raised it to my mouth and told me to clean it. I looked at Brian and he nodded. I licked it clean and sucked on it like a cock. "Ohhh boy you are a real whore", Raymond said Raymond finally walked away and I looked at Brian. "You did good", Brian said and leaned over and gave me a kiss on my cheek After we finished eating we had a shot of tequila and went to the backroom. It was dark with little lighting. There was some play going with guys making out but no full on sex. Daddy had to use the bathroom and we both went in and took a leak at the urinal. There was some action in the last stall. We opened the door and there was this younger twink maybe 20 bent over the toilet taking some bears cock. The guy just finished and pulled out after cumming in him. The boy turned around cleaned his cock and looked at Brian. "Please fuck me", he said Daddy unzipped his jeans and pulled out his huge cock. The boy gasped at the size and started sucking him off. "Get him prepared", Daddy ordered me I went behind him and started to eat out his ass which was well lubed with cum. I then inserted 1, 2 and 3 fingers in him then 4 to open him up. When I stuck in the fourth he groaned in pain. I though wait till Daddy fucks you. After about 5 minutes of playing Daddy turned him around and started to enter him. The boy let out a groan in pain. Slowly Daddy forced his cock in this boy who wanted to scream but couldnt. The look on his face was pure pain. More guys started to come into the bathroom. One pulled out his cock and grabbed me to suck on it. It was a nice 7 inch cock. I sucked it it good. Another guy came around me lifted me up and pull down my shorts and panties and started to eat my hole. I pushed my ass back and moaned. Another guy tried to suck me off but realized i had a cage on so instead sucked on my balls. They were so sensitive with the stretchers i just moaned loudly as it felt so good. Daddy was now pounding the twink and he was moaning like a slut. "Fuck me Daddy please fuck me good.", he moaned. "You want my charged load bitch", he said "Yes please poz me", the twink said "UGggggghhhhh", Daddy moaned as he shot his hot poz cum into the twink. Daddy kept grinding into him as the boy let out a huge moan and shot his load all over the toilet. The guy eating my ass then got up and pulled out his cock and was bout to fuck me when Daddy yelled", No stop. No fucking him. He is only here to suck cock and eat ass" I looked sad as i was so horny i needed cock in me real bad. Daddy pulled up his pants and told me to finish them off with my mouth. They all obliged and sucked them off with fury and got two thick loads in my mouth and on my face. We went back to the darkroom area and sat down and ordered more tequila shots. "I dont want anyone else to cum in you unitl you covert. I only want my dna to make you poz. Understand?", Daddy said "Yes". i smiled back at him understanding what he wanted and felt in a weird way that it was like our bond that only his poz cum will make me poz He leaned over and kissed me pulled off my shorts and started fingering my hole. I was so wet now and horny. I straddled him on the bench and sat on his fat cock that was now hard. I rode him hard. I wanted him so bad in me. He started to kiss my nips and neck. We started to get a crowd as guys wanking off to watching us. The twink from the bathroom got on his knees and started to suck on Daddys balls.. After about 10 minutes of me riding Daddy my legs started to give way and Daddy took me while his cock still in me put me on the bench and ram fucked me missionary. My knees were at me ears and it was uncomfortable but i didnt care. "Here it come boy", he groaned I felt his cock expand and he shot into me, i also had an orgasm and started to spasm around his cock. We both let out loud groans. A little cum oozed out of the penis plug. I felt spurts of cum shoot on me from people jacking off watching us. Daddy and I licked it all up off of my body. After grinding me for a few more minutes he finally pulled out of me and pulled a butt plug out from his pocket and stuck it in my ass. I want to keep my seed in you and let is soak in. Help you convert. I got on my knees and cleaned his cock clean then got up and we kissed and made out. We left and Daddy took me home and fucked me 2 more times and gave me 2 more charged loads through the night and plugged me up again. I hope every night is like this.

On Sunday I managed to reconnect with a guy I haven't played with in about three years. He's a doctor and in his upper 40s - great shape, sexy smile, charming personality. He was actually the first guy to fuck (and breed) me so it was a bit of a shame when we lost contact. Anyways, he hit me up on Sunday and sent some pictures, which is how I recognized him. By this point, I'm not a fan of getting fucked myself, but he was more than happy to bottom, so we set a time. That evening, I went over to his house and he led me upstairs to his bedroom. We locked tongues and did our best to get as naked as possible until we couldn't keep up the kissing any longer. We got on the bed. I started sucking him (he said I'd definitely learned a few new tricks) and then he wanted to eat my ass out, so we got into a 69. Finally, he was ready for the main event, so I got down between his legs and began eating out his amazing pink hole. Then, when he was good and squirming, I lubed up my raw cock and began pushing it in him. He said he hadn't been fucked in months and months and I believe him - he was so tight. We fucked in missionary, for maybe ten minutes. He got more and more verbal, calling me boy and telling me to breed my daddy (I'm typically not into dad/son/boy talk, but it got him horny so I went with it) and finally I complied. I came so hard inside of him and kept fucking him until a few minutes later, he came too. We kissed some more and then went to clean up. It might have taken me several years, but I finally got to breed the man who first bred me.

“Cmon just a quick blowjob all I wanna do is blow down your throat” was his reply to me saying I wasn’t sure if I could get away to blow him with the BF at home from his Locanto ad. But that is a story to be told after this story of my fall from grace into depravity J. So for the next two weeks, I waited patiently inside the stall on my lunch break for the chubby tradie to show up, unzip and lean back as he expected his daily blowjob. For two weeks I eagerly sucked his sweaty cock, for two weeks I eagerly swallowed his thick semen, for two weeks I savoured the taste of his strong seed on my tongue and down my throat, for two weeks I sucked and cleaned his cock like my life depended on it. For those Two weeks, my BF had the most sex he has ever had in a short amount of time. So after my days ended at work, I would get home and kneel in-front of my BF, be it in front of TV or his office on his computer or even whilst he was on a call to his parents. I would kneel and pull his cock out and suck him, tasting his sweaty cock as it grew in my mouth lubing him up getting him primed as I turned around and begged him to fuck me. Whimpering as he slid his cock in me raw and fucked me hard until he blew his load. Kissing him as I pulled my pants up and walked out to start making dinner. This was great, I got to blow a guy with no ties and come home and please my BF, it wasn’t really cheating was it? I mean I came home to him and its not like he didn’t benefit from no sex. Its only cheating if you stop pleasing your partner right? That’s what I kept telling myself….. and I believed it. But as they say all good things come to an end, and whilst it didn’t really end my job screwed me over and sent me to a smaller branch but it was further away and made my lunch time hookup quite impossible. So of course because I wasn’t getting my daily load from tradie, the sex eased off at home and I blew it off as being an a new branch with new responsibilities and it was a bigger job as they were really unorganised. So things came to a flying halt in the sex department. A few months had gone by and I woke up on a Sunday morning in bed alone as I grabbed my phone and logged onto KNOX and noticed I had a message from the tradie. “What are you up too faggot, I’m hard and need a blowjob. Haven’t blown in a month and you need to swallow my load. How about you let me use your mouth pig cum and get it” followed by a pic of his leaking uncut cock rock hard. Instantly boning up dreading the fact I couldn’t get to him…. Or could I….. We had nothing planned for the day but it wasn’t like I could say I wanted to do something on my own without the BF getting suspicious and accusing me of cheating. Laying in bed I tossed up what to reply with until I heard the BF come up the stairs, so I shoved my phone under my pillow and rolled over pretending to be snoozing whilst I thought about what to do and say to the tradie. Few words were spoken but I took my chance when the BF bought up that we were meant to have lunch with his parents. Passing back to him that I wasn’t feeling well and wanted to just sleep given the business of work and how busy its been. He bought this and kissed my forehead and said he was going to get ready to leave. Hearing the shower turn on, I grabbed my phone and messaged the tradie, finding out where he lived and almost jumping in the air when I realised he was only 10 min walk from my place. Telling him the plan and that ill leave asap , he responded back saying he was playing his PS4 and that he would be on naked and ready for me to take him in my mouth and pleasure him. Putting the phone away, waiting patiently for my BF to leave, before leaving he bought me a cup of tea, bottle of water and said he would message me on way back to see if I wanted lunch. Telling him that would be great as ill take some tablets and would be starving so definitely message me (that way I knew I had to get going from tradies place) It was a 35 min drive to his parents, lunch would be an hour at least and then 35 min drive back so roughly 2 hours I had. As soon as he left I waited for 15 mins and then grabbed my phone and keys and left. Walking briskly I noticed by time I had blown 34 mins and now only had about an hour. Plenty of time I thought…. So I thought. Walking into his place it smelled like a gym locker-room and I instantly got hard when I saw him on the couch naked his thick smooth legs spread his cock hard and dripping, he was talking on the mic and headset but I wasn’t listening, I put my stuff down and instantly got down in front of him crawling between his legs as I inhaled his sweaty scent breathing happily as I take his smooth half hard leaking cock in my mouth his foreskin hanging over the end of his cock as I start slowly sucking. Bobbing up and down as he continues to play his game, my hands rubbing the tops of his smooth feet up his smooth legs and over his smooth gut. He scoots down further on the couch so he hangs off the couch giving me greater access to sucking his cock and licking his smooth heavy nuts. He occasionally clicks his fingers pointed to his nuts or his cock taking the hint he wants my tongue on his balls or my mouth around his cock. I loose myself swallowing spit and precum almost in a trance until I notice my watch and see ive been blowing him for almost an hour. Mentioning this to him he nods and grunts he is close. I keep sucking, closing my lips tighter and sucking harder as I work my tongue under his foreskin and lap at his cock head. I start sweating from both the room being hot as hell and nerves and I just get sweaty. Noticing the hour is up I go to get off his cock to tell him and he reaches down grabs the back of my head and grunts “Don’t fucking stop pig if you stop no more of this for your pig throat” growling as he fucks my throat holding me down as I gag and take deep breaths where I can. This goes on for another 10 mins and by now Im panicking, my phone has gone off several times. Gagging on his cock, drool running down my face spluttering over his cock I hear him grunt that he is gunna cum as he pushes my head down and chokes me as I feel the unmistakable throb of his cock as it starts pumping his thick strong cum down my throat. Coughing as he let me up telling me to fuck off and thanks he picked his controller up and started playing again. Getting up feeling more used than usual.. kinda dirty. I got up and grabbed my stuff, quickly calling the BF as I stepped outside. Telling him I was just taking the Bins out as he asked what I was doing and that I wasn’t the best. He mentioned he was only about 15 mins away. (FUCK I was there for over an hour) I asked him to stop of Macca’s and get me some lunch and some frozen coke. After a quick chat about lunch I was almost home. As soon as he hung up, I ran….. Now I don’t run at all being a husky guy the thought of it would make me laugh but this time I was panicking I had to get home, wash the spit and precum from my face, take the bins out and get back to bed after a change of clothes. I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to take the trash out, slam the bins down and put them out of the street, running back inside up the stairs, chucking my clothes into my draw even my underwear covered in precum and sweat, splashing my face with water and then tossing up if I should brush my teeth but thought that would be a little suss…… hearing the car pull up, pulling my hair swearing as I could smell dick on my breath….. I quickly ripped his draw open beside the bed and grabbed his heartburn mint tablets shoving 2 in my mouth I jumped under the covers and tried to calm myself. Sweat pouring off me as my BF comes into the room. Fearful of the look I was getting I turned in the bed and looked at him forcing a weak smile, all I saw was a look of concern on his face. “Fuck you look terrible, your flush and sweating” he comes over as he puts the food and drink down sitting on bed. “The bed is saturated, what were you thinking doing the bins, I could’ve done them when I got home” looking at me as he placed the back of his hand on my forehead “your burning up, what can I do for you? Do you want me to run a bath and you have a soak?” Nodding at him I tell him I’m fine but not up for food but the drinks and bath sounds good smiling at him as he rushes off to run the bath. Breathing deep as I think to myself I got away with it as I walk into the bathroom and I step up to my BF as I start unbuttoning his pants as he stares at me as I put my hand down his pants and grab his sweaty soft cock as he moans and leans forward to kiss me. Kissing him back I drop his pants and turn myself around as I aim his cock between my cheeks as he spits on his cock and rubs himself over my hole as he grabs my hips and pushes in deep. Fucking me over the bathtub filling up with warm water as I imagine I’m back in-front of the tradie sucking his thick cock. Pleasuring him with my mouth as my thoughts turn from fellatio to fucking wanting the tradie to fuck me. Hearing my BF grunt bringing me back to reality I noticed precum running down my legs my cock and now cum leaking from my arse as my BF tells me that was exactly what he needed as he pulls out and tells me to get in the bath and relax. Sitting in the bathtub relaxing sipping on my frozen coke, smiling as I idly play with my half hard cock scrolling through tumblr looking at naked pics of bearish men. I log into KNOX and view my messages and notice I have two from the tradie. First one read “Thanks for the blowjob needed that. Let me know when you can get here next” Second one read “Want you to rim me next time before blowing me, let me know when” Grinning I’m lost in my own little fantasy of being his on-call pig until I heard my BF coming the stairs asking me if I wanted to eat or if he could have it. Yelling out it was all his my mind bringing me back to earth I suddenly felt bad. Bad that I pulled out of lunch, bad I made it up what I was really doing. Maybe even so a little bad that I ended up with another mans cock in my mouth. But I still got my BF off right so did I really cheat…..

This story is so hot. I’ve been fucked a few times by a couple of men wasting with full blown AIDS - one (Gary) regularly for probably a few months - and this story took me back to those sessions. Both of mine were such a delectable mix of gratitude and passion for fucking my cunt, for servicing my every need but somehow never lose the lecherous gleam in his eyes and his grin that simultaneously dared me to deny him what he wanted. It was almost intoxicating when Gary would lean in and kiss me, grope me, pinch and bite and lick me as he’d press his cock against my body as he’d manoeuvre me into the position where he could just ease himself into my cunt. And that look in his eyes as he was effortlessly balls deep and telling that he was already marking my cunt with his pre-cum. He loved the death talk. He loved telling me how his DNA was seeding my cunt. His schtick was to tell me how powerless I was when his cock was in me; how he could do anything he wanted; he’d test me by doing anything he wanted (especially things he knew weren’t my thing), only to, once he’d bent me to his will, then intensify the passion with which he was fucking me and telling me how beautiful I was for giving him everything he could want. He may’ve been older and skeletal and missing teeth and, yes, sometimes covered in sores but the intensity of his fucking was amazing. He could fuck all night; leak cum continuously and still shoot huge loads that, to this day, are among the strongest I’ve ever felt inside me. I loved the entire experience. Neither took unfortunately. But I always offer my arse to the men who look like they’ve got full blown AIDS. I’d love to have a regular load of full blown AIDS again.

So I agreed with this guy on Grindr and I asked him if he had condoms before leaving and he said yes. When I arrived at his place, he said: “do you want to smoke 🪴” and I accepted. After, we started kissing and two minutes after his dick was in my mouth. Then he said let me fuck you, and started playing with my ass. Suddenly I saw he was trying to get inside without a condom. ”Don’t forget the condom” I said and he continued “don’t worry I’ll wear it in a bit, I’m just playing”. 30 seconds after, the tip of his dick was inside of me. I asked him again for the condom. he stopped went to his closet and took a condom, lube and the poppers. “Have you ever tried these?” He said pointing to the poppers. “I haven’t” I replied. then he gave me the poppers and said “try it” while pushing his cock against my hole. When I hit the poppers I forgot about the condoms and 30 after his raw dick was all inside of me. ”Try it again” he said and I said “I will after you put the condom” he replied saying “don’t worry, I’m just playing it is just the tip”. I hit the poppers again and next he was fucking me hard with is raw dick. I was high on weed and poppers he was a muscular daddy and I was so fucking turned on watching the condom next to me and that beast raping me raw. I hit the poppers one last time and two mins after he was dropping his load inside of me. ”Oh shit I came in you, sorry, couldn’t resist, next time I’ll wear a condom I promise” He just raped me and I loved it. there was no next time, and since then I’ve been fucking raw. Now I’m addicted to guys cumming I my ass.

Go with the flow, but do like playing in rubber or leather gear

So, you’re saying that basically once or twice a year you work yourself up to actually messaging someone to hook up, and you tell him you want it bare, you then back out? What you’re saying is you just told him you wanted it when in fact you weren’t okay with it. But you’re also telling us that even though you’re not okay with making the decision to take the risk to have bareback sex yourself, you want someone else to force that risk on you because you really do want to take it bare. 😐 Brother, I’ve got to tell you, that’s some messed up, there. If you’re not man enough to take responsibility for your own choices and your own sexual risk, then you have no business fucking around with other men’s sex lives. You want to be raped? No, you don’t. You want somebody to fuck you bare while you pretend to be raped because that way you can say you “didn’t have a choice” but to take it bare - and lay the blame on the Top who just gave you exactly what you wanted. Besides, you can’t “want to get raped” - you can’t rape the willing. If you ever find yourself being actually raped, you won’t want any part of it. But how does being “raped” make the risk any different? It’s the same risk, you’re just trying to make someone else take the responsibility for it for some bizarre reason. To answer your original question, in this context, it is possible to encounter a Top who is short on ethics and will impose his desire to bareback on you. You mention putting on and then “rolling off” a condom - that’s usually considered stealthing, and us now a crime in some jurisdictions. But yes, there are morally challenged men who will load you up given the chance. Given the chance. It doesn’t sound like that’s likely to happen with you, though - by your account, you don’t even attempt to hook up more than a couple of times a year, and when you do, you never actually close the deal for a fuck. Following that pattern, it’s never going to happen, and here’s why: Because to make it happen, you have to decide to take the risk. Even if you tell yourself you aren’t taking the risk because you’ll be forced, you’ll never be in a position to be forced unless you make a decision to do it, and that means a decision to take the risk. You can’t escape the responsibility for making that choice if you want the sex. It’s as simple as that.

This might sound crazy but I've always thought that Maslow's hierarchy of needs (attached) is also applicable for the outcomes that one could want out of a relationship. The lower tiers shouldn't be considered less important, but more oriented toward the hedonistic while the higher are more oriented toward the mental. 1) At the base level is good sex- it's foundational to everything and should be what you build the relationship on at the beginning. The pyramid will topple if the foundation is weak. 2) Next, rather than 'safety,' I think 'stability' is a better term with the idea being that there is enough mutual affection to reliably be there for each other to satisfy any physiological needs for intimacy, companionship and all those lovey dove bond type things. Stable, like a rock. 3) Next, is the requirement to fit the relationship into your pre existing friendship circle and family which will vary from person to person but will generally require mutually compatible values and personalities. 4) Next, I think that a healthy relationship should be one where your partner makes you feel better about yourself i.e. supports your self esteem and sense of respect. Conversely, a toxic partner, like toxic friends, will just drain you of your sense of self like Wormtongue in Lord of the Rings where the king's mind was poisoned with just words. 5) This for me is the ideal - to have a partner that quite simply makes you a more awesome person. Everyone has different ideas of what they would ideally like to accomplish in life, whether it's a job thing, a body thing, a mind thing, combination of all, whatever, and the partner, whether it's through connections or past experiences or just a proactive attitude, just makes it happen. I also think that the pursuit and accomplishment of all these different needs will scale depending on your growth as a person (as well as your partner's growth). That's why, I feel like you should never stop pushing yourself to be better because the meaning that you find via the things that you accomplish in your relationship will be that much better. Maybe I'm a hopefully romantic but this is how I want things to be.

In 8th grade AP English my teacher wrote Verisimilitude across the chalk board and asked if anyone could offer an example. I raised my hand and replied, "You dress like a whore.'' I got suspended for two weeks.

FYI Eros has announced that the new location is the old Bulldog Baths and once the permits are okayed it will reopen at 132 Turk

Man oh man. Edge of my seat. What's to become of Jesse?

Thanks, nastysubbbbottom, for the reply. If I were on the prowl for a relationship, it would be somewhat limited. I wouldn't be looking for "love" - I would be looking for some compatible, shared values of course, and an intelligent guy able to carry a conversation. I would be perhaps interested in a guy who has interests other than just the sexual, a well-rounded kind of guy. I'm afraid I don't deal well with dullness, disinterest, dishonesty, so it would have to be an "open" type of relationship - No "rules" about outside sex, no cultural bs accepted. I'd want a free-thinker, a guy who knows himself, knows what he needs, and gets it. I would want to be able to trust him, of course, and give him no reason to become distrustful of me. And, I would not be interested in a guy addicted to chemicals, since I've already had a go-around with one of those. I could bring honesty to a relationship, I could bring trustworthiness, and some of the nicer things in life. I would not be willing to support him though, since I would want a responsible kind of guy, and being involved in gainful work/volunteerism is an important part of one's character. I would enjoy "spur-of-the-moment" stuff like lets go to X place for supper, or see an exhibit or the rodeo or whatever. That kind of thing is fun too. Since I'm mostly Top, preferably a cumdump I could whore out and enjoy sharing. Send him out for loads if I'm busy with something else. Hit the fuckjoints together, so I could watch, encourage, help deepen and reinforce his Lusts, all of that. All of that said, I'm not all that interested in a relationship; I'm interested in what kind of things guys on BZ would want in one. Thanks again for your reply.

Part 9: The Castle Hamish still had a long way to walk when he left the distiller’s home, and for the first couple of days he was in rather rougher shape than usual. It was a tedious journey, north along the shore of the North Sea, then up the Strath of Kildonan and over the desolate moorlands to the northernmost coast of Scotland – a wild, wind-swept stretch of coastline if ever there was one. Finally, though, as he walked west along the northern coast, he found the trail bending south along a firth towards the mountains – and there was that distinctive mountain profile looming ahead of him, with Castle Varrich on the shore cliffs of the sea below him to his right. Just where the path branched to take him down to the castle and on to the west, there was a small inn, and there Hamish stayed, bespeaking a room and enjoying a quiet dinner in the common room amid the smoke of the peats and the small conversations and smaller concerns of the locals. He stayed there for three nights in all, walking the hills in the daytime and relaxing in the inn at night. On the third night, as he sipped his beer, a long-familiar deep voice spoke in his ear once more. “So: you have found your way back yet again.” With that, as he stood and turned, Alan stood before him again. Still unchanged, as Hamish himself was, Alan nonetheless looked different. It took Hamish a second to realize that Alan was actually smiling at him, unusually expressing a purely human satisfaction which echoed his own feelings at the moment. It’s said that long-parted close friends can always resume a conversation exactly where they left off. With Alan and Hamish, it was more a case of the entire texture of their lives together which they simply picked up where they had left it off a quarter of a century earlier. That night, as they lay together, it was plain that lost time had to be made up in more ways. Having sex was one of the most effective methods of renewing and revitalizing the bond between them, as well as being among the more exciting and enjoyable methods. All of which meant that there was no need to hurry. They had a lot longer than just all night before them, after all. Alan took the lead first, embracing and kissing Hamish with force and authority tempered with genuine affection and a real human warmth and gladness to be together with him again. As they continued kissing, Hamish was twisting himself slowly over to lie on his back. He was in no doubt that he wanted to feel Alan inside himself again, that he needed Alan to take him and bring him back to where he belonged. At last, Alan positioned himself between Hamish’s uplifted thighs, and began to slide himself slowly inside of Hamish’s well-remembered ass. There was no struggle about it at all; Alan remembered the fit and feel of Hamish’s hole as much as Hamish remembered and welcomed Alan’s cock into his body, perfectly attuned to each other in every way. Hamish, still astonishingly flexible after six centuries, pulled his legs right down on either side of his chest, allowing Alan to lie right down on top of him. Their bonding could be felt, not just from the contact of cock to ass, but from the sensation of skin to skin, the deep, slow kisses Alan and Hamish shared, the feeling of Hamish’s hands roaming over Alan’s hard body, pulling him closer and deeper. At last, Alan began to move faster, harder, his hips smacking down against Hamish’s butt cheeks as he drove himself towards his climax. Hamish didn’t even need to touch his own cock to know that they were going to cum soon -- and would cum in perfect unison. Even as he thought that, the moment was upon them. Alan unleashed a series of enormous thrusts, one after another, his cock spewing pulse after pulse of seed deep inside Hamish’s ass as the hole contracted, forcefully squeezing Alan’s cock while Hamish erupted in between their closely connected bodies. They continued kissing and stroking each other for a long time, even after Alan’s dick slipped from the tight hole that held it captive. At last Alan rolled off Hamish onto his side. Hamish turned up onto his side, too, spooning Alan until they fell asleep together like that, breathing in slow unison, taking comfort in the rightness, the completeness of their total unity. In the morning, it was Alan who turned to Hamish, kissed him awake, and then looked at him with a glow of happiness and said, “Hamish, it’s time for you to wake me up properly.” With that, he rolled onto his face next to Hamish and turned to look expectantly into his companion’s face. Hamish wasted no time, plunging his face deep into Alan’s ass crack and lavishing plenty of tongue on the firm cheeks and the tight hole. He even commented on the latter. “Alan, your hole is really tight – and I mean really, really tight.” Alan chuckled again. “Twenty-five years might not seem a lot to the average immortal but it’s plenty enough time for a neglected ass to close right up again.” “You mean you haven’t been fucked since I left?” “Well, apart from a few weeks where I went back to see Graham again. He did me half a dozen times with his monster tool. But since then, no. Only a few men, and none of them fucked me.” “I’ll be pleased to do the honours.” “I was hoping you would. You have such a special way with you when you’re fucking me – especially when you get rough and really lay it in there, full force.” Now that Hamish knew what Alan wanted from him, he wasted no time getting down to business. He quickly started massaging the hole, loosening it, until he could plunge his tongue inside, shortly followed by one finger, and then another. Alan was moaning steadily, following it with a rising chain of “fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck….” Hamish reared up, then, using one hand to hold Alan’s crack open, and the other to aim his rock-solid cock right at the target. Was it just his imagination, or was he feeling a holdover effect from Andrew’s special recipe whisky? But Hamish thought, no, it’s just because you’re with Alan again, back with the only man who can make you feel like you are at home and where you belong. And with that thought, Hamish completed his homecoming by pushing his tool into Alan’s welcoming ass, not ripping into him, but moving steadily downwards until his entire cock was clasped inside that wonderful, perfect man cunt. He lay on top of Alan, savouring the physical, emotional, total nearness of their union, and then began pumping. In no time at all, Hamish worked up to a full-speed, hard-driving fuck which kept hitting Alan’s prostate on every stroke. After only a minute, this treatment worked Alan up so much that he began shooting on the bed underneath them, his cock convulsing repeatedly, and his hole grabbing forcefully at Hamish’s dick. But Hamish, for once, was nowhere near ready to let it rip – and that’s when he knew for sure that Andrew’s whisky had nothing to do with the amazing sensations he was feeling now. He kept humping, pounding, holding his chest and shoulders tightly against Alan’s upper back while his rigid cock plunged over and over into Alan’s receptive ass. It was an incredibly powerful mating scene that they played out that morning, and both of them were enjoying it to the absolute full – because it was an equally powerful renewal of the bond that held them to each other. But, as all good things must have an end (or at least an intermission), Hamish eventually could feel his orgasm beginning to rise in his loins. He nibbled on Alan’s ear, and said, “Alan… it’s time… I’m going to cum….” “Yes… do it… cum inside me… fill me up like you’ve never filled me before… I want it in me… need it….” Hamish gave a few more mighty strokes and then slammed hard against Alan’s muscular butt as his cock exploded inside, pumping an extra-huge stream of his seed that filled Alan up all the way. He held tightly against Alan’s ass, then gave a series of quick rabbit-punch thrusts to force his cum even further up inside. Alan moaned aloud, and his hole again convulsed around Hamish’s tool as he shot his own second load beneath himself. In the weeks that followed, Hamish talked a good deal about his experiences with Craig. Most of all, he followed through on his biggest question by asking about the night of his life-or-death battle for Craig and for himself. Alan nodded. “This was… what? Five or six years ago? I remember that night very well. I didn’t know what was happening to you, or any details, but I felt an instant and very powerful sensation that you were in dire need of help. The intensity was overwhelming, and I kept repeating, over and over, like a chant, “The strength of two, the strength of two….” “So, it was you, then. I felt that thought in my mind right when I needed it. But how did you know about the strength of two?” “I learned that from an immortal I met just shortly after I’d been turned, one I never saw again. But he was a wise elder of our kind, and taught me about the bonding process, about the strength of two, and… other things.” “What other things?” “Why did I know you were going to ask that? Your curiosity will get you in trouble every time! When it’s time for you to know, then – and only then – I will tell you.” They both laughed, then, and the conversation moved to other matters. And they continued moving through life as a pair, a bonded pair, as much one as two. After they’d been together again for almost two centuries, Alan said to him one day, “I think I’m ready to go home now.” Hamish puzzled over that for a minute. He and Alan had never talked at all about their backgrounds, their families, their origins, preferring to focus on the endless present and limitless future. Truth be told, the past in which their origins lay, long forgotten, was no longer a part of the immortals they had become. “Where is home, then?” he finally asked. “And, on the same topic, what clan are you?” It wasn’t a shot in the dark. Hamish had recognized Alan’s highland accent from the first day they met and knew that he was a son of the clans rather than a lowlander from the south or east. Alan replied solemnly, “I am a man of the Clan Donald.” Hamish filled in: “MacDonald… a son of Donald.” “What about yourself?” “MacAlpine of Dunadd.” “Ah. Then we are near neighbours. I am descended from the first of the Lords of the Isles at Finlaggan.” Hamish thought some more. “Is your home then in the Isle of Islay?” Alan replied, proudly but somewhat surprisingly, “My home is the castle of Finlaggan, for I was the Lord of the Isles in the century before you were born. Finlaggan is where I need to go.” “Won’t the present-day Lord think it rather forward of you, a stranger to him, to suddenly appear at his doorstep and demand residency rights?” Alan chuckled. “No, for the simple reason that the Lords of the Isles abandoned Finlaggan Castle a century and a half ago, and it is already falling into ruin. It was never an ideal defensive position since the water around the island was so shallow. Nonetheless, it is to Finlaggan that I will go now. You will come with me?” That last sentence was phrased as half a question but also half a statement. Hamish, of course, had no doubt at all. He knew that wherever Alan now went was where he needed to go also. And he proceeded to say so. “I will go with you because I must – because it is no longer my choice to make.” “Some day, Hamish, I shall go where even you, immortal like myself, will not be able to follow me.” They journeyed for seven days and nights, and then took passage on a small ship sailing to Islay. The winds and waves around the coast were turbulent, and Hamish – no surprise – got seasick. He staggered off the ship behind Alan at Port Askaig, and sat down there, refusing to go any further until he’d had a chance to recover. Alan chuckled drily, but then took him over to the small inn just by the harbour and they stayed there for a few days. And it was there that Hamish, very uncharacteristically, got drunk and began talking, rather too loudly, about the last time he’d been there, about two centuries earlier. At first, the other patrons of the inn found it amusing, but by the time he got to talking about his personal friendship with Red Patrick MacDonald, the then innkeeper and a man with a fearsome reputation as a fighter, the listeners grew uncomfortable. Red Patrick had been dead for many years, but his name still carried weight – as did the tale of his demise, at the hands of a sorcerer who then vanished himself. Alan laughed it off, telling them that his friend had a creative mind to begin with and got downright fanciful, spinning epic tales out of nothing, when he was drunk. But Hamish had certainly made an impression on the locals, and many of them were uneasy, remembering the legends of the sorcerer. When Alan and Hamish left the next day, climbing the zigzag path from the pier up onto the main part of the island, the locals were glad to see them go. It didn’t make them feel any easier when word got back that the two strangers had taken up residence in a place reputedly haunted by ghosts. It was a classic, misty, west coast morning when Alan led Hamish along a path, past an abandoned farmhouse and down to the shore of the small loch. The ruins of the castle of Finlaggan loomed through the mist on the islet, a short distance off. “How will we get there?” “We just walk along the shore this way for a bit and… ah, there it is!” Alan led Hamish down to the shore, then stopped and pulled his boots and stockings off. Hamish did likewise. Then, holding his shoes in one hand, Alan waded out into the water and Hamish realized that he was walking out along a slightly submerged sandspit that tied the small islet to the shore of the loch. In a couple more minutes, they were ashore, only wet around the knees. Alan walked up to the ruins of the castle, went through a gap in the wall, and started moving around the broken ends of walls which had once formed a number of small individual rooms. At last, he stopped at one wall that looked more substantial than the others. Poking and prodding, he found a small stone that popped loose, revealing a hidden cavity with a protruding lever. Alan pulled the lever. With a groan, the wall swung back, revealing a doorway into an inner chamber, still whole. “Come on in, Hamish.” “You knew it was here.” “I hoped it was still here. But yes, I knew. I designed it myself, over 800 years ago. And now….” He walked to the far wall where another lever protruded from the floor. He pushed it over from right to left and the hidden door swung shut. Hamish gasped. He’d expected to be caught in darkness, but the room was lit by daylight coming strongly through an opening in the roof on the far side. He looked up through the shaft, seeing the misty sky. Hamish was puzzled. “I’m surprised nobody got in here by dropping down the shaft.” Alan laughed. “All that light is reflecting off a polished sheet of bronze, set at an angle. When you look into the shaft from the top, you see in the mirror a reflection of the walls of the shaft. It looks like a dead end, a hole to nowhere. That bronze mirror cost me most of the revenue of the crofters for a couple of years.” “So, now that we’re here…?” “We stay,” Alan finished, comfortably. “This room is half underground, and a lot easier to keep warm than a building standing on the surface. Build a fire under the shaft, and you’ll find that it’s a natural chimney. We’ll bring in some furnishings, rugs, and things, and it’ll be perfectly cozy.” “Food?” “Easy enough. We go about, meet the local farmers, buy supplies from them. No shortage of money, this isn’t the only hidden chamber in Finlaggan.” And so, in time, it proved to be a tolerable home. The odd thing was that, after centuries of nonstop roaming around the countryside, and multiple neighbouring countries too, Hamish actually found it easy to settle and live in one place. But that, of course, was because Alan was there. When they did go out, meeting neighbours, buying supplies and more, Alan let it be known that he and Hamish were living in Finlaggan Castle. He only had to say that once or twice, and people left them alone, giving the castle a wide berth. Hamish’s reputation from Port Askaig preceded him, the castle itself had a name for being haunted, and that did the trick. In time, they got themselves a small rowboat to get to and from the islet as they got tired of drying wet feet, especially in winter. The sight of that boat rowing out of the mist to the shore of the loch did nothing to soothe the fears of the superstitious locals. Tales of ghost hauntings proliferated apace. All of which amused Alan mightily. Time ticked on as Alan and Hamish lived in a timeless unity at Finlaggan. That is, until one summer day when they were outside, cutting the peats to stack for the fires of winter, and Hamish noticed that Alan was leaning on his spade rather more than usual. “Are you all right, Alan?” “Maybe a bit battle fatigued. I didn’t sleep that well last night. Uneasy dreams.” But Hamish wasn’t mollified. Alan never, ever got tired. “Here, Alan, sit down. Let me look at you properly.” Alan demurred, but Hamish insisted. At last, Alan sighed, sat down, and said, “Well, this day had to come.” ‘What does that mean?” Hamish then looked at Alan more closely. “Alan, your face is wrinkling. And you’re getting grey streaks in your hair.” “And what does this tell you?” “Well, it looks like… but no, that isn’t possible. You’re immortal!” “Go ahead, Hamish, say what you were going to say before you stopped yourself.” Hamish had to try a couple of times before he could make the words come. “You’re… ageing.” “Yes. This is why we’re here, Hamish. I’ve come home to die.” “But… immortals….” “You had to learn this, Hamish. We’re not really immortal. Nothing is. Everything gets swept up in the great revolving wheel of life, and death, and new life. We’re more like – ‘extended mortals’ is probably the best was to put it.” “Why did no one ever tell me…?” “It’s a harsh moment, Hamish, to learn suddenly that you’re not going to go on forever, that even we can’t. I first learned it from that elder immortal I told you about, the one who taught me about the bonding. He was dying when I met him, and he explained it all to me. Our life span gets extended, or perhaps you might better say, ‘stalled’ for a thousand years. I did my meddling with the book of spells in the year 843. It’s now 1843. My thousand years are up, and now I am ageing to my death – but it’s happening far faster because it’s been deferred for so long.” “How much time?” “Perhaps a few months. Maybe only a week or two. There’s no way to know.” Hamish sat beside him, too stunned to say any more. Alan put his arm around Hamish and held him close. In that moment, Hamish could feel that the bond between them was weakening. At last, he stood up again, and then helped Alan to his feet. “Come with me, Alan. The peats will still be here another day. Let’s go home.” Home. Such a simple word, yet Hamish realized now that here, with Alan, was the only home he had ever known since his childhood, nearly eight centuries earlier. And he also knew, beyond any doubt, that Alan would never die as long as he lived, because they were so thoroughly ingrained into each other’s souls that he had become Alan as Alan had become him. That night, as they lay together in the hidden room, Alan slept deeply, with Hamish’s arms wrapped protectively around him. Eight nights later, as they slept together in that same posture, Alan peacefully slipped away.

At a party this weekend, maybe 15 or 18 people, and not unusual I drank quite a bit and needed to crash a bit in the spare room at my friends house. Maybe 20 minutes into my nap, a little cub curls up next to me, also pretty drunk. We spoon, fully clothed, but of course having him pressed into me just gets me going. He had a sexy brown bushy beard and a belly, which I rubbed under his shirt without a bit of hesitation. Lol. Also worked his nipples a bit and finally I just told him to get naked for me. No delays at all, and I motioned for him to come spoon again. This time my cock was out, and I'm rubbing it in his crack and dripping my load heavy. I told him I was going to fuck him raw and knock him up, and he just pushed back on my dick slowly. I sank in all the way, and slow fucked him as I rubbed his belly and twisted his nips. He was a happy fucking cub, and I kept dirty talking to him, calling him a good whore and sexy cum dump. When he started calling me dad and begging me to cum in his ass is when I couldn't hold off anymore and nutted as deep as I could. I kept fucking once I came, and reached around to jerk him off. He had a thick 6" cock and it spurted almost as soon as I touched it. I caught what I could and rubbed it in his beard, then we slept a little bit before going our separate ways back in the party. I love no questions asked raw fucking. If he wasn't a slut before he may be one now. 🍆

I'm down in Corpus Christi for spring break with a bud who's also gay and while the weather was nice this past weekend and lots of hot guys out looking, its slowed down more this week. But there's still guys here looking and wanting to hook up. We choose Corpus as we're both Latino and its mostly Latino guys who come here but lots of Anglos looking for Latino cock and ass too. Lots of "straight" and bi-curious guys looking too. Got messaged this morning by this hot 18 y/o Anglo high school boy, looked like a total redneck fagbasher. He said he was straight but had done stuff with guys and wanted to do more. I should have been scared but was overruled by his huge cock. He needed me to host and since my bud had already headed out to hook up I told him to come over. I was worried I was going to get beat up or maybe rolled, but he was what he said he was...all scrawny 6 feet of him. He was right to business, telling me to suck him and I gladly dropped to my knees to give that cock of his a closer look and taste. He wasn't lying that he was 9 inches and I loved how he tasted as he started throwing off precum. He stepped out of his jeans and pulled off his hoodie showing off his smooth hairless body. He'd said he was open to fucking me and getting fucked and we hadn't talked about raw, but I was down to take him that way. He stopped me a couple times as he was close to cumming and finally he asked me if I wanted to get fucked. I said I was, stood up and quickly stripped down, grabbing the lube out of the nightstand, handing it to him. I bend over the bed and could hear him lubing up his cock and felt him fingering my ass with lube and then felt his big cock head teasing my ass. The way it was stretching my ass was giving me wave after wave of pleasure and I was worried I was going to cum. He'd got barely half his dick in me and was barely stroking and I had to have him stop so I could explain what was happening. I apologized and asked if he could suck me off first or let me fuck him rather than waste my load on the sheets. He laughed and agree that would be a waste and he'd rather I fucked him than waste it. I got up off the bed and he bent over the edge of the bed and I lubed up my cock and his ass and started fucking him. I loved that he didn't even ask about condoms and just took me raw, no questions, and I got the sense he'd been fucked before as I entered him easily and he wasn't complaining. he was panting and moaning muttering the occasional "yes" and "fuck yeah" as I was stroking. More than anything I wanted to get off inside him quick so I could get fucked by that monster dick of his and soon enough I pumped a load inside him as he let off several loud satisfied yes's. As I slid out he told me "fuck that felt good" and told me it was my turn now. We switched places and this time he plunged his cock balls deep in me with one thrust and started ramming me hard, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in balls deep as the bed creaked and groaned. I was groaning about as much, begging for him to cum in me and not pull out. I could hear him laugh and say there was no chance he was pulling out to cum. He got close several times but stopped and finally I started begging him to cum in my ass, which had him egging me on, asking me how bad I wanted it. I started telling him how bad I wanted it and that he could breed my anytime he wanted and how good his cock felt. He kept hammering my ass and again I could feel the waves coming and told him he needed to cum quickly. he let out a loud groan and it felt him cum inside me, like a water balloon going off. He slowly laid down on top of me and told me how good it felt to cum inside me. He admitted he loved fucking without a condom on and was glad I didn't make him use one. I said I felt the same way and was glad he didn't make me wear one either. I could feel him laugh and he admitted he liked getting fucked and wanted me to fuck him again. I was pretty turned on that this big-dicked stud liked to get fucked and having guys cum in his ass. I was starting to guess he'd probably done anon hookups like me before and had no problem letting that guy cum in his ass. He'd already slid his cock out of me and was now up on the bad, face down and ass up. I was guessing he probably still had a problem with eye contact while getting fucked but could give a shit. I was gonna breed his ass again and was guessing he was probably getting bred a lot while spring break is on. I slid back in him and was tempted to try some dirty talk but thought the better of it. He was moaning and groaning and I was already so worked up from him fucking me I knew I wouldn't last long. He was now the one begging me to cum in his ass and not pull out, and I laughed and said there was no way I was gonna pull out. I was telling him to beg for it and that I was gonna use his ass for my pleasure. He was begging for it and soon enough gave him what he wanted and he let out a loud satisfied groan as I settled on top of him and my cock slid out. We laid there a while and he said he was still horny and asked if I wanted to suck him off or get fucked. I laughed and told him while I wanted to taste him I'd rather have him drill my ass again. I got up off him and he flipped over on his back, his cock still rock hard. "Ride me" he said and I obliged, slipping my cock down on that massive cock and started riding it. "I wanna see your face when I cum inside you" he admitted adding that a lot of guys couldn't or wouldn't take his cock on account of how big it is. I was riding it for all I was worth and again told him I would gladly take him any time he wanted and he smiled and said he'd like that and wanted to take my cock again too. I was close to cumming again and he said he too was close and again I could feel him go off inside me and moments later sprayed a huge load of cum all over his face, hair, and chest. He didn't seem to mind and was wiping it up off him and licking the cum off his hand. For being a "straight" boy he sure seemed like a cum pig, eagerly taking anon loads raw and licking up a guy's cum. His cock slid out of me as he let out a satisfied groan and I laid down on the mattress next to him. He mentioned that he should get going but asked if he could shower quick. I said sure and he headed into the bathroom to wash up. I was tempted to join but was spent and honestly, I wanted his smell and his jizz to be on me and in me for as long as I could. He came back out and dressed and we swapped cell numbers as he admitted he wanted to meet up and asked me what day I was leaving. I said Sunday and he said he was leaving Sunday too. He was from Killeen by Fort Hood and was excited I was from Dallas and said we could meet up at a halfway point to have fun. I was tempted to ask if he was hooking up with Army boys, but that was pretty obvious really, and it made sense really. Army boys pretty much all bareback and I'm guessing that's how he came to prefer it that way too. I'm guessing the Army boys love drilling a hot 18 y/o piece of ass and love taking his giant cock too. He headed out and I hoped to have more fun with him before I leave

Meeting with the Coach (Seth’s POV) **just for ease, for most of the conversation, Coach will be in Italics, and Seth is in normal type.** “Seth, Can I talk to you in my office?” Coach Davis said as the meeting broke up and the guys were either heading out or shooting the shit. “Sure thing, Coach.” I said as we both headed out of the gym and into the Office area of the Fitness Building. Coach held the door for me and motioned to the chair in front of his desk as we walked into his office. He closed the door and went around to sit in his chair. As He began to sit down, I noticed that his pants were a bit tighter in the crotch than normal. “I noticed a lot of the guys looked a bit under the weather. You got any idea why?” “You really want the truth, or do you want to be ignorant of it?” “I think I know what the truth is, I just want you to confirm it for me.” “So, we may have had a party before Thanksgiving where some drinking may have occurred, and after that some sex between team mates. No condoms were used.” “And let me guess, you, Tom, Rob and Jon fucked everyone?” “There was lots of fucking by lots of people, but yeah, the six of us were the main fuckers of as many as we could.” “Wait, Six?” “Yeah, after Tom and Rob got it, they gave it to Chris and James. I thought you had figured that out already.” “Damn, I must have missed then when they were sick. So from the looks of things out there, how many are converted or converting?” “From the looks of it, you now have 20 members of the team who are poz or will be soon.” “So we got three who didn’t get it at your little party?” “Looks that way. We can try to get them during the season.” “I don’t want to lose any during the season, so I would not suggest you actively try, but if it happens…” “Yeah, I get you. How you doing Coach? Need a recharge? Noticed you tenting your tracks when you sat down.” “Honestly, I am good right now. I just hope that no one notices that almost the whole team is sick at once. But so glad to see that my strain is still doing well after all these years. Guess you better head home and get ready for school. I will talk to you next week.” With that I headed out of the office, closing the door to Coach Steve Davis’s office.

I apologize for being a bit late in getting the next chapter out. Work/life have gotten in the way this past week, and I have an upcoming work trip, so I am posting this chapter and will have the third chapter up later this week. Hope you all enjoy! This chapter follows Blake and Paul as they explore a more vanilla side to their relationship and Paul gets a big wake up call. Chapter Two: Conversion When I woke up late Wednesday morning I was still exhausted and sticky with sweat, cum, and ass juices. I could tell that I would need to wash my sheets with some powerful soap to get them clean again. Thank god for the cheap plastic mattress — at least it was impervious to anything. I rolled out of bed and hobbled over to the mirror. Looking at my reflection I chuckled, “Paul, you look like hell.” I smiled and felt proud. After stripping the bed, I put on some athletic shorts and a t-shirt and waddled down to the communal laundry room. Throwing my sheets and cover into a washing machine, I loaded it up with soap and bleach before taking the elevator back up to my floor to grab a long shower. Grabbing my shower kit and towel, I ran into Chris in the hall. “Dude, you look awful! What happened?” Chris was staring at me curiously, “are you okay?” I smiled and tried to play it off, “yep, just fine.” Chris turned and followed me down to the communal showers. Pushing open the door, I made for one of the stalls. Chris stood outside the stall while I began to take my clothes off. I was increasingly aware of the smell of sex still emanating from my hole and crotch. “Okay, Paul, you don’t have to tell me what is going on, but you know that I’m just going to stay out here until you fess up to why you slept in until almost noon, why you look like you were dragged behind a truck for half a mile, and why you’re not sharing anything with me.” I turned a jet of steaming water onto my body and instantly felt some relief. “Paul, I am wounded!” I could hear Chris’s pout through the stall door. “Okay fine,” I started lathering my hair. “I’m really fine, I just had a late night. Blake came to the concert and. . .” Before I could say another word, I heard the door to the shower room open. Chris muttered “sup” to someone who walked to the other side of the room and walked into a stall. “Busted,” I thought to myself. I stuck my head into the water and started to rinse the lather out of my hair. I turned around and Chris was standing on the other side of the shower curtain peeking in. “WHAT THE FUCK!” I nearly jumped out of my skin, hands flying from my hair to cover my crotch and ass. “Everything good, man?” Asked the voice of the person in the other stall. “Yeah, I’m fine. . .” my heart was still racing. “Fucking hell, Chris, you scared the shit out of me!” I whispered. “I couldn’t just let the conversation die, what did you do after the concert?” “We went to the diner, now get out of here I need to finish washing.” I saw Chris’s eyes give me the once-over. My crotch hand was not doing more to keep my dick at bay than hide it. “I’ll leave you alone, but nice body dude! How come you always wear so many clothes?” “Just go and I will bring you up to speed later today,” I sighed. Chris scurried out of the gap at the bottom of the shower stall. What was with boys lately? I finished my shower and went back to my room. I still had a few minutes to kill before I would need to move my laundry to the dryer, so I picked up my phone. I saw that I missed a text from Blake: *Hey Paul, thanks for such an amazing time last night. You did so well at the concert and I loved getting to know you better. 😉 Hope we can see each other again soon!* My stomach did a curious flip-flop. This boy had a good time, enjoyed the concert, and enjoyed me? I felt like I was walking on air. I started a response to his message before I closed the app and tossed my phone on my bed. Enough time to get back with him later. I didn’t want to seem too eager. Not to mention, I still wanted to process and bask in the glow of the reality that a boy actually fucked me last night. I decided to walk to practice a bit before coming back to the dorm to pick up my laundry. I barely closed behind me before there was a loud knock. “What is it?” “Paul, let me in,” demanded Chris’s voice. I stopped tucking in my fitted sheet and opened the door. Chris bounded in and immediately sat on the bed, pulling the sheet back from the corners. I sighed, “hey, watch what you’re doing!” He looked back at the sheet now bunched around his ass, seemingly unperturbed. “You owe me the full story from last night, mister.” Chris let out a long belch. I wrinkled my nose at the beer smell. “Well, after the concert we went and had dinner, then he asked me to show him the organ.” “And did you?” “Well yes, I have the key,” I started before Chris waved me off. “No, you idiot. Your organ.” “Oh.” I could feel the heat rising in my ears and forehead. “Yes, he got to see that.” Chris collapsed backwards onto the bed laughing. “I knew he was going to get into your pants! He has been asking me to set you up for him for weeks!” Chris stood abruptly and marched to the door, “He better have been a perfect gentleman or I’ll kick his ass.” He slammed the door behind him as he went. “He wasn’t a gentleman,” I said to myself, “but I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I picked up my phone from my desk and opened the message from earlier. *Look forward to seeing you again soon! 😉 I’d love to catch up and spend some time with you, but the rest of this week is no good for me. How about we get together a week from today and see what happens?* Not a minute later I got a reply. *See you next week! Save yourself for me.* This boy would be the death of me, but the least I could do was hold back for him. The next week flew by. I spent so much time preparing for tests, juried examinations on organ and piano, and just trying to stay above water with all my other homework. Tuesday night came in a flash and I started to feel like I was getting a cold. Not out of the ordinary for December, but annoying if I was going to get the sniffles right before a date. I went to bed early after drinking some lemon juice and honey to try to soothe my throat. I woke up about 3:00 in the morning shivering uncontrollably. I got out of bed, cranked up the thermostat and pulled two college sweatshirts on over my head. I hid under my covers and tried to go back to sleep. After three hours of feeling delirious from fever (and probably dehydration) I got up and went to the practice rooms at school. I felt like death warmed over, but I still had work to do. Waiting for a massive thermos of tea to brew, I sent an email to my professors explaining that I was sick and wouldn’t be in class that day. I packed my things and made for the practice rooms. At least I could practice for a few hours and go to bed. I spent the day practicing and napping in one of the piano rooms by myself. When I awoke from my third nap, I was still feeling awful and wondered what started me awake. I noticed that my phone was buzzing on top of the piano, so I reached up to grab it. I swiped the call on and said, “Hello?” My voice must have been small and given me away because Blake immediately said, “hey, what is wrong? Where are you?” “I’m over in the music building,” I mumbled. “One of the practice rooms. I’m so sorry, I have been sick today and I didn’t even think about getting together tonight.” I could faintly hear the sound of tennis shoes hitting the pavement on the other end of the phone. “Hang on, Paul, I am on my way.” Blake abruptly hung up. I hauled myself off the carpet and tried to pull myself together. How could Blake see me like this? I tried to flatten my unkempt hair back down on my head and tuck my shirt into my pants. It was when I was getting things adjusted that Blake burst into the room. “Omigod Paul, you look horrible!” I smiled weakly, “surprise!” Blake moved to get close to me, shiny with sweat from his run across campus. “Come here, dear.” Did he just call me dear? I melted into his embrace. He smelled pleasantly of hormones and clean sweat and fabric softener. We stood wrapped up in each other and time stretched on. Eventually he lifted my chin and moved to kiss me. “Stop! I don’t want to get you sick!” Blake closed the gap and we locked lips. I was immediately taken back to the week before. Burning with lust as if a switch had been thrown. Blake broke off our kiss and looked me dead in the eyes. “We should go to my place. I can make you some dinner and we can talk.” I packed my messenger bag with my sheet music and tucked my now-empty thermos under my arm. We headed out into the sharp winter winds and I instinctively moved closer to him. He saw the movement and grabbed me and felt me tight to his side. His apartment was two short streets over and we bundled ourselves over the threshold. He took off his coat and made to remove mine, but I hugged it tighter to my side. He seemed to understand and bent down to untie my shoes. I saw his rippling back muscles working underneath his tight workout shirt and felt my cock gently stir. “Come on in and make yourself at home. I made chicken noodle soup yesterday and can reheat some of that for you if you would like.” He strode into the plain student apartment with me trailing in his wake. The place was clean and tastefully furnished. Tidy low bookcases up against a wall with a television on top. He had a deep modern sofa against another wall and a club chair next to a side table and floor lamp. On the table were some books and a couple of coasters. The kitchen was around a bar/partition wall and seemed to be lacking in the usual college boy tacky decorations. Just neat jars of spices, some large containers containing flour and sugar, and an electric kettle. Blake bent down to fetch a large dutch oven out of the refrigerator and set it on the stove. After he turned the stove on, he looked back. “You should sit down and try to warm up. There’s an electric blanket behind the sofa if you need some extra heat.” I snuggle up on the couch, still shivering uncontrollably. Blake is still bustling around the kitchen for awhile. He returns and sits down next to me, making sure I am all safely tucked in under the blanket. “Soup should just need about five more minutes and we can eat. I made some biscuits and they’ll be coming out of the oven about the same time.” He puts some of his weight on me. “I’m here for you now and you’re going to be fine.” Finally breaking from his mothering spell I groan, “I’m not fine right now, and I am worried that I am going to get you sick.” Blake’s expression remains blank for a moment, then I notice something in his eyes. . . It was a quick glint, then it disappeared. “You don’t need to worry about me, I promise. We’ll talk after you eat.” He quickly got off the couch and grabbed my food, putting it on a TV tray and setting it next to the couch. He went back to the kitchen and got his own food and returned next to me. He was a reassuring presence for me when I was still feeling so crappy. We ate in silence for about half an hour. Everything was delicious and when I made to compliment him he waved me off. “My dad insisted that I learn how to cook. He said it would serve me well, and he wasn’t lying.” Blake cleared away the dishes and came back to the sofa. “Lay down, Paul.” I scooted farther down the couch and lay on my side. In a motion a gymnast would be proud of, Blake leapt over me and cuddled up against my back. We spooned for a few minutes before a noise like a purr began to come from him. I turned my head and saw that his eyes were closed and he was deeply breathing. “Blake, are you okay?” He opened his eyes. “Yes, I am fantastic. Honestly, I’m great and worried. I fell for you when I saw you for the first time in August and the last week has been a lot to think about. . . And we need to talk.” Fuck. He’s going to say that he cares about me as a friend or he has a girlfriend or he’s transferring schools. . . “Paul, you fulfilled my greatest fantasy, but now it is trying to kill you.” I looked at him, puzzled. He stared back at me in earnest. “I told you that I wanted to be a part of you, and in a very real sense I am. You were the first person that I made love to since my conversion.” I still had no idea what he was talking about. He changed religions? What was this about a conversion? And why did he have this predatory look in his eye? Blake could tell that I was confused and he chuckled a little. “You really are as pure and innocent as you look. Well, at least you used to be.” With one solid motion he brought us to a sitting position. The electric blanket slid onto the floor and he picked me up and stood. “Come on, there is something I need to show you.” Cradling me like a bride walking into a new house in the arms of her husband, Blake carried me down the hall and into the rest of my life. As he pushed open the door to his bedroom my eyes widened and I shivered. Red light shone from covered lamps, illuminating rows of shelves containing bizarre statues. Cans of cloudy liquid were dotted around the room, where various rubber and leather straps and tools hung from hooks or the ceiling. A collection of gas masks were on top of a large, intimidating-looking machine in one corner. The center of the room was taken up by a huge contraption of leather straps and shiny chrome loops. “What is this place?” Blake, eyes shining bright from the red light of the room responded, “this is our home.” Before I could say any more, he kissed me deeply and I felt us moving. He deposited me in the leather sling in the middle of the room and made quick work strapping my arms and legs in. He kept his tongue probing my mouth as he worked, only breaking our kiss to remove his shirt and drop his pants. This was the first time that I really got to see Blake from all angles. Mirrors on the walls and ceiling let me see how perfectly formed his ass was and how his back rippled like a Renaissance sculpture. This was the first good look I had gotten of his cock, and I couldn’t believe it had been inside me. Easily ten inches long and thick as a Red Bull can, the hooded head slowly unfurled as it grew with every beat of his heart. Little droplets of precum were flowing from the tip they fell gently to the floor, leaving whispy trails of fluid hanging from the slowly pulsing head. Blake dropped down on his knees and I felt his tongue go for my hole. “When I first decided to knock you up, it wasn’t a hard decision. I’ve never seen anyone look so prim and old-fashioned as you. It made me fall in love with you.” His tongue probed my hole after each phrase. “You look like how I feel inside. Proper and respectful, good at knowing what I want.” He removed his face from my crack and kissed me deeply. I could taste the musky, salty essence of my own body. He broke the kiss and looked me up and down in the sling. “You got given the gift that only I can give you. You have a part of me flowing inside.” My lust and panic feelings kept competing for each other as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. He spit on his dick and drooled a bit of spit onto the outside of my hole and began to rub it into my opening. I moaned deeply. My body was giving up on different feelings, it was sensory overload. Blake released a growl and bent over where his mouth was right next to my ear. I felt the head of his cock teasing my hole. As he started to push in he whispered in my ear, “the sickness you’re feeling right now. . . How awful you feel. . . I felt like that a year ago after my first experience at a bathhouse. I didn’t know what was happening to me, either. It was my first semester at college and I needed an outlet for how I felt.” Blake started to slowly pump in and out of my ass. “I got a room and was fucked. For six hours my hole was constantly invaded by a parade of men. They felt my muscles, called me a slut, and bred me.” The pumping got deeper and faster. Blake began to pant, “I never felt so fulfilled as when I was with those men, doing what real men do. I vowed that I would give that experience to another boy someday. The boy that I loved.” His strokes were now full-body. As much using the harness to impale me on his massive cock as he was meeting me with his hips. I was robbed of all senses but pleasure. His jackhammering of my hole increased in intensity up another notch. “You are converting over to me,” Blake panted. “My HIV is going to forever be a part of you. There will be no escaping me now, no matter what happens to us.” I gasped in fear and utter ecstasy. Before my brain could really process what I had just been told, I felt Blake’s cock swell and start to pulse. With a cry, my own cock started to spray my face and chest with cum. “Take my charged load, Paul. I love you” Blake collapsed onto my chest. As the post-orgasm glow started to fade, the fever and aches rushed back to my body. I groaned out, “Blake.” He looked up into my face, my sticky cum slipping down his face. I reached for his cheek and rubbed my essence into his cheek. The powerful animal who had just forcibly taken my hole as his own was a huge mass of muscle, sweat, and sex. His cock slowly deflated before slipping out of my ass. Blake, now back to his usual shy self tenderly caressed my hair. “You have no idea what this means that I get to share my gift with you.” My thoughts were racing. This was undeniably hot, but what was I doing? How could I allow someone else to do this to me? “Is this sickness because I am converting?” Blake kept eye contact with me. “I’m not a doctor, so I can’t say for sure, but you look just like I did when I converted. How do you feel about the information?” “I can’t lie to you, I don’t really know what to think.” I saw Blake’s face fall, “this just wasn’t a part of my life plan before. I know it isn’t the death sentence it once was, but I’m conflicted.” I saw the walls going up in his emotions and could tell he was feeling bad. I had to try to save whatever there was between us. “Before you feel bad, I want you to know that while I process everything, I need you to know something: I have never felt so happy to have a person in my life as I feel about you. I will do what I can to keep you.” Blake’s eyes resumed their twinkle and he gently nibbled on my collarbone. “Thank you. I was hoping you would feel that way.” We stayed in that position for another ten minutes before I started uncontrollably shivering. “I know that I promised you that we would talk, but right now we need to get you to bed. Let me get you tucked in. You’ll stay here with me until you are feeling better.” Picking me back up, we left his play room and he took me into a simple bedroom. He set me into bed before grabbing me an extra blanket. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was feeling his naked body slide into the bed next to me and pull me to his chest. Whatever happens next in my life, I cannot deny that it will be a different adventure than I once thought it would be.

6. We went to a bar a couple of blocks away that we both like, had some food and a couple of beers. We didn’t talk more about Mike being locked or my discovering the joys of being a cumdump, we just chatted like normal. Yet it was still hot knowing that we were both horny as fuck and full of cum. About two hours later we came home, and almost as soon as we were in the door Mike stripped down to just a jockstrap. “Well, now that you know about the cage and how often I get fucked there’s no point in hiding it. Plus, I just like wearing jocks.” “Doesn’t bother me,” I said, stripping down to my own jock. I tossed my discarded clothes through the open door of my bedroom. Mike got really close to me just then and said, “So here’s what I’m thinking.” “What?” “You have three options. You can one, blow that huge load you’ve been building all day alone in your room jerking off; you can bend me over, not waste it and cum inside me; or…” “Or?” I felt like I knew where the ‘or’ was going and I was intrigued. “You go in the kitchen, get a couple of ice cubes and get your cock soft and as small as you can, and then I’ll lock you up in my old cage and you can see how you like it.” I didn’t think about it for a second before saying, “I’ll be in the kitchen.” Mike went in his room and then followed me a moment later. He handed me what looked like a hard, plastic cock ring. “Get this on first, and then make sure you go soft again.” I slid it on just as I started to get hard just from touching my cock. With the ring in place Mike grabbed two ice cubes out of the freezer and wrapped them in a paper towel. He pressed them under my cock making me gasp. Quickly my cock went soft again, and as soon as it did Mike swapped the ice for more plastic and in a flash had my cock locked tightly in a clear plastic cage. I watched my dick harden again in excitement and press against the plastic of the cage. The tension was enthralling. “You feel alright, not so tight you can’t get blood flowing or anything like that?” “It feels amazing.” “Good. Ok. So I’m going to keep this,” he held up a small gold key, “for a week.” “What? Wait, I thought I would… you said you had caged yourself.” “And I did… and now I’m caging you. Don’t worry, in a week I’ll ask you if you want to take it off and you can let me know what you want to do.” He grinned, patted me on the cheek and then left with the key. For several long moments I stood in the kitchen, and then I pulled up my jock and followed Matt out. He leaned out of his bedroom door, “I just got a text from a top, so I’m gonna pop out, and leave you to enjoy your first evening caged.” He grinned wickedly and then disappeared again to get dressed. I felt exhilarated and a little panicked. A few minutes later Matt was gone and I was sitting in the living room naked with my newly caged cock straining against its plastic prison. I was even more horny than before and knew I should go to bed so I could get up for work the next day but was also certain I’d never be able to get to sleep without some kind of relief. I did have a couple of dildos I’m my room so I got up and pulled the largest one (a sensibly thick 8” black silicone with a nice set of balls at the base) and squirted some lube on it. Usually it took me a little while to get this dildo inside me, rubbing it around my hole and teasing it open slowly before feeling the silicone shaft slide deep; today, however, as soon as it touched my hole I felt myself open up and slide it inside. Matt had been out of the apartment for five minutes and I was ball deep bouncing on a dildo. I road harder and harder feeling the shaft pull at my well fucked hole. Bouncing up and down I groaned as it pushed against my second hole almost long enough to force its way through. I was sweating and moaning, I felt like I was in heat, but I wasn’t satisfied. Even as I ground my hole against the balls of the dildo willing it deeper I knew that I wasn’t going to be satisfied by its silicone shaft. My phone was right in front of me on my bed. I grabbed it, now just sitting on the dildo completely impaled, and started scrolling the apps again. Before messaging anyone I leant back and took a photo of my straining caged cock to send to anyone I might invite over. There were messages from guys I had hit up during the afternoon, and I skimmed over the profiles. I wasn’t feeling as picky about who they were as I had been earlier. In fact the only thing I felt picky about was the thickness of their cocks. A few guys had unlocked private albums and I opened those first. Two totally reasonable guys with average cocks and one really hot guy with the sort of body you get from regular gym attendance and a love of good food and beer. He was furry and thick, with a full beard, and the thing I was seeking: a fat cock with a broad flat looking mushroom head, a shaft that swelled to an even more massive base, all erupting from a heavy bush of dark brown hair. I needed him inside me. I sent him a woof and a new message, I unlocked my album, and started scrolling for more while I waited for a reply. I hadn’t really noticed but I had started rocking on the dildo still lodged in me while looking at this guys pics. I was desperate. A few guys and I started talking, nothing that felt very promising. Then he messaged me. Hey boy, still horny? Fuck yes! I replied quickly enough that I knew I seemed desperate. Good. I’ve been horny all day. I’m on my way back uptown from dinner you want my load before I go home? Yes Sir. Where are you boy? I sent him my address. Convenient. I’m 4 stops away on the train. I’ll message you when I get off. Fuck yes! This beast of a man was on his way to fuck me. Thank god! Perfect! I hope you don’t mind but I’ve got a couple of loads in my hole already, and I’m sitting on a dildo right now. I took a picture of the toy lodged in my hole and sent it to him. Good boy, keep riding that dildo till I get there. Then I can just spit on your pretty little cunt and slide in. Holy shit that was so hot. I felt like I was going to start drooling. One other thing… I sent him the picture of the cage I had taken. My heart was pounding waiting for his reply. You should take vers out of your profile boy, you’re clearly a pig hole. Youre going to love the massive load I’m about to give you. I didn’t hear from him for about ten minutes and I was a mess riding my dildo by the time I got his, Off the train, be there in a moment, message. Then, not five minutes later, he was buzzed up and knocking at my door. I got up, leaving the dildo where it was sticking straight up from the floor by my bed, and completely nude, covered in sweat, with my cage straining in front of me, walked to the door. He growled when he saw me, “Fuck yes a hungry little pig.” He looked around and then said, “Your roommate doesn’t happen to also be a horny caged bottom, does he?” I laughed a little nervously, “Um yeah he is, actually hes the one who put the cage on my… well its kinda… I’m not sure how to explain it but I found out about him and his caged today and it was so hot and made me so horny that I decided I wanted to try, and I’ve spent the whole day getting fucked and then like twenty minutes ago Matt put this cage on me and now I… I need to get fucked so bad I cant think,” I was rambling I knew and color had filled my cheeks. The beast of a man just grinned toothily at me from under his bushy mustache and said, “I’ll have to thank him next time I use his pussy for turning you then. Two cumdumps in one apartment, I love it.” He pulled his shirt off exposing his broad chest, ample fur, and thick dark pink nipples. He put his hands behind his head and said “Come give me a kiss pig.” I rushed over to him, and lifting up on my toes a little I wrapped my arms around his neck and started to kiss him. He pulled me close with one massive paw and kept the other behind his head. I could smell his pit, the thick sent of man, wafting up and engulfing me. I was putty in his hands. He broke our kiss and guided my face to his pit. I didn’t have to be told twice and buried my face in it. Lapping at the hair, and sucking the sent in, I worked till he moaned and said “good pig.” I felt him shifting as he kicked his shoes off. As I moved to his nipples he used one hand to undo his belt, grunting as I licked at the hard flesh, my hands running over his fur covered stomach. His pants fell to the floor and I took that as my cue to do so too. I fell on my knees and was brought face to face with the straining pouch of an old once white Bike Jock. I rushed ahead, pulling the pouch to the side and unleashing my prize. The heavy veined shaft sprung forward, and I caught the bulbus head in my mouth, eliciting another moan from my Adonis. “Get my cock nice and wet,” he grunted, as I started to give him an extremely sloppy blow job. Spit started to cover my chin and his big low hanging balls. I was sweating more and more, I felt like a whore. My cock had started to leak a little from the cage, creating a small puddle of precum on the floor, and my balls ached for release. I had both hands on the man’s hairy thighs, grasping at his massive cheeks, willing him more and more into my mouth. “Fuck boy, you give a damn good blow job, but how about you go get on your bed with your ass in the air for me.” “Yes Sir,” I responded looking up from the floor, my eyes watering slightly. I basically sprinted to my bed, and leapt onto it with my ass pointed at the door as he followed me in. He walked up behind me and smacked my ass hard making me yelp, then he drew a massive wad of spit into his mouth and hawked it onto my already wet hole. I looked over my shoulder as he rubbed the head of his cock on my ass, spreading his spit around more, and then took a deep breath right as I felt him begin to push inside. As his head ground against my hole I let all the air out of my lungs and felt my ass bloom open for him. He grunted and slide completely inside me in one smooth motion. It was wonderful. His thick cock stretched me open wider and wider as his balls came to rest against my ass. His head had pushed past my second hole and he worked his way in but I had been so overcome with bliss that I hadn’t even noticed it. “Fuck, two perfect pussies in one apartment, I’m going to be here all the time,” he said as he started to fuck me. He was slow at first, drawing his cock out gradually till only the head was still lodged inside me, then pushing back in with just as much patience till he was past my second ring and I was nothing more than a whimpering hole. His cock was the perfect thing for me in that moment. The stretch from his girth perfectly complimented my decent into being a pig hole. Had someone else gotten there first my week, well my life, may have gone very differently. This cock was the key that unlocked what I wanted to be, and as he picked up the pace I was becoming more and more myself. By the time he was hammering the full length of his cock in and out of my now loose and squelching hole the vers boy of yesterday was lost and a total bottom, caged, bottom pig slut was left in his place. I had lost myself completely in the joy of meeting each of his thrusts with my own when he said, “flip over, I’m want to see your face when I breed you.” His cock was then gone from my hole for a moment, and the feeling of emptiness made me sad and horny at the same time. I could tell I was gaped open from the fucking and it turned me on knowing my hole was wrecked and no longer a tight little pucker; but the feeling of being alone, and not being full made me sad for a second. Thankfully as soon as I had flipped over and had my legs in the air his cock returned and slid somehow still deeper inside me. I let out a deep animalistic groan as he slid home again and started to fuck me. I held my legs back, giving him as much access to my hole as I was physically able to give. He looked amazing as he fucked me, like some wild animal man in heat rutting into his whore. I tried to keep my eyes rolling back so I could watch him use me. His face was covered in sweat, the fur on his chest matted down with it. “Fuck boy, you ready to feel my load?” “Yes! Please breed me,” I panted. “I’m going to fucking breed your cunt.” “Yes!” “Fuck, take my load whore.” He shouted the last word and then let out a roar and he punched his cock into me one more time and started to unload volleys of cum into my worn out ass.

Prep made a huge change to my behaviour. I went from using a condom for around 99% of my hookups to only using one once or twice a year. I am not turned on by the possibility of HIV infection or by the 'danger' of barebacking pre-Prep. On the few occasions I barebacked, it was because I had been drinking or similar and couldn't stay hard with a condom on. A spur of the moment choice, which is never that smart. I couldn't even enjoy the fuck because there was this little voice at the back of my head saying 'don't'. When Prep became available where I was living I tried to get on it almost immediately because I wanted the freedom of barebacking. But, I wondered whether I would be able to just do it without being held back by doubts or paranoia. But as it happened I adjusted really quickly. I read the science, talked to some doctors, decided that it was safe and effective, and started fucking holes raw as soon as I went on it. One of the best things I ever did.

Nico heard the door knob jiggle and the front door swing open. He's home, he thought. Jumping onto the bed, Nico was almost entirely naked except for the bright orange, knee-high socks he was wearing. He positioned himself on all fours with his hole facing the bedroom door. "Babe?," Omar called from the living room. "I'm in the bedroom," Nico replied. Nico heard Omar set his keys down and walk toward the bedroom. "You slut," Omar laughed. "Care for a ride, stranger?", Nico retorted as he wagged his ass back and forth a few times. And what a perfect ass it was. On their first date, Omar had joked about Nico's ass "defying gravity." Nico then heard Omar walk into the room and unzip his pants. "How was work?" Nico asked as he arched his back, revealing the muscular dimples where his spine met his pelvis and all but advertising that he wasn't actually listening for an answer. Omar, ignoring Nico's question, placed one hand on Nico's ass. "Such a fucking hot dancer's butt you got, boy," Omar admired as he ran his left hand around the gorgeous muscular spheres, making swooping figure-eights on Nico's plump fuck cushions. "It's going to be nice watching this hot ass catch the attention of all your friend's dads at graduation." Omar loved parading his young, hot boyfriend in front of other thirsty men. Nico could hear Omar reaching into his underwear to fondle his meaty dick. "Mmmmm, is daddy getting his thick cock ready to plow open some twink hole?," Nico purred. The age gap between Nico and Omar was always a huge turn-on for them both, with Nico's 18-year-old boyishness making Omar's 36-year-old manliness stand out all the more whenever the two were out in public together. Omar, again ignoring Nico's question, landed a swift strike to Nico's butt cheek with an open palm, letting out a crisp snap. "Fuck!" Nico responded, almost whispering -- quieter than seemed proportionate with the striking his jock ass had just received. "No more questions, slut," Omar muttered as he began pressing his raw mushroom head into Nico's supple, pink hole. Omar had been calling Nico a slut since the first time Omar stuck his bare cock in his sexy little twink boy on their first date. Omar knew he'd found his new boyfriend the second Nico led him into that bathroom stall at the restaurant where they first met and let Omar stuff him full of man-seed before dessert had even been served. Not only that, Nico had never even so much as broached the subject of condoms with Omar before guiding Omar's girthy, engorged cock into his young rectum and absorbing Omar's throbbing fuckstick into him with ease. "What a fucking slut," Omar remembers muttering after unloading that first thick ropey load of DNA is this sexually precocious high school senior. It was a huge turn on for Omar that Nico hadn't even so much as asked about STDs. The little slut had no idea what kind of load he was taking and didn't seem to care. "Jesus Christ, daddy, pork me all ready," Nico entreatied as his craving for Omar's raw cock hijacked Nico's patience. Still dutifully on all fours, Nico arched his back again revealing the sculpted, lean musculature of his lower back. Omar spat on his cockhead and swirled his dick around Nico's fresh, pink hole before thrusting his pelvis forward and plunging his cock into Nico's not-quite-ready-for-it rectum. "Ow, fuck! Daddy, that hurt!" Nico let out. Omar felt his loins burn with desire at hearing his boy toy cry out in pain from an unnecessarily forceful penetration. Omar had his raw, barely lubed cock already pressing at the entrance to Nico's second hole. Nico winced with pain. "You want me to stop, baby boy?," Omar asked tenderly. "Maybe just for a second, daddy," Nico replied. "Of course, slut," Omar replied while starting to slowly pull his raw dick out. Just as his cock head was beginning to crest at the lip of Nico's hole, Omar reversed course and slammed his raw dick right back into the twink's hole without warning. "God, fuck!" Nico let out, wincing. "Tell me you want me to stop, slut," Omar barked dryly as he relished Nico's warm, tight hole. "Omar, please stop," Nico said, dropping the nicknames and taking on a more serious tone. Omar knew Nico wasn't just playing, but Omar's cock was not leaving that boy's hole. Omar slowed his thrusts but never stopped his slow-fucking. "Omar, come on," Nico insisted. Omar's thrusts picked up pace as he began plunging his shaft faster and faster into Nico. "Ow, fuck," Nico muttered. His tender hole was starting to burn from the lack of lubrication. Nico tried pulling his hips forward to get Omar's cock out of him, but as soon as Omar felt Nico trying to wiggle free, he grabbed Nico's hips and pulled the twink forcefully back onto his rock-hard cock. Nico cried out again. "Fucking take that dick, boy," Omar grunted, adding, "It's not my fault you made me do this to you." Nico gave up resisting and resigned himself to being fucked against his will knowing that Omar could not resist fucking Nico's brains out once he had his raw cock inside the twink. Nico relaxed his hole, hoping that would provide some relief from the pain of his boyfriend's raw cock tearing him open. "Apologize to me for making me do this to you, fucking slut," Omar said with a hint of disdain. "I'm sorry," Nico obliged. "You're what, you little whore?" "I'm sorry for making you do this to me, daddy." "That's right slut." Omar's cock thrusts were picking up pace, as he took advantage of his warm flesh-sleeve of a boyfriend. Omar reached around and clasped his enormous hands around Nico's throat and slowly began to apply pressure. Nico felt his airway closing under the force of Omar's grip. Omar was not piston fucking Nico at full speed. Omar's grip got tighter. It was getting to be almost impossible for Nico to breath. Nico started seeing stars. "Oh fuck yeah, slut," Omar uttered hungrily. "I'm going to fuckin choke you out while I rape you, you dumb fucking slut." Omar started grunting as he felt his balls swelling in anticipation. Omar's cock shot out a thick wad of sperm into Nico's now-compliant hole. Nico felt Omar's cock twitch inside him as he unloaded inside Nico. "Fucking whore," Omar said as he dismounted, finally releasing Nico's neck. Nico fell to the bed gulping air back into his lungs as Omar's cum sloshed around inside him. Nico gathered himself back up. "Daddy?" He said raspily, sounding upset. "Yeah?" "I'm so sorry, daddy."

It had been a week from the results from the doctor and I was okay with the results there really wasn't anything I could do about it. I was steering clear of the wife because I was not really interested anymore, since I had that experience with Ted, and I was so horny still. I needed to go back to New York and feel that all again. Even though I still did not consider myself to be gay I wanted to fell his cock brushing what must have been my prostate. I think I know now what that little brown bottle was on the night stand. I had gone out to buy some at the exotic book store, because I could not find them online. Had to try them and see how It felt again. I was home alone the wife went shopping and would be gone a couple of hours, so I went to the bedroom and opened the bottle and took a sniff. It smelled like a mix of nail polish and rubber cement. I felt nothing from the first hit, so I called Ted to see what I was doing wrong. Ted: Hello. Me: Hi Ted you know who this is? Ted: Yes Me; I'm trying out these poppers to see if they have the same effect. Ted: You don't know what you are doing, your going to get really horny and your going to have to do something to satisfy that feeling. Does your wife have a Dildo in the house your going to need it. Me: Yes she does but i'm not feeling anything except being a little warm. Ted: Just get it out trust me. Me: okay I have it. Ted: okay your sure you want to do this alone? Me: yes there's no one I know that can help. Ted: Alright, then put the bottle up to the right nostril of your nose and breathe deeply three times, then do the same to your left. Me: wow its really warm now. I my that is really itching you know, Let me try something. Ted: don't Try anything yet do it again and put the cap on the bottle and then pick up your wife' member and insert it in your anus. Well I did what Ted told me to do and the room was spinning it was all I could do to pick up that dildo and put it in my ass. When I got it to the edge I told Ted I had to put down the phone for a min. He started to say something but I didn't care that itch started again and I had to itch it. I started to slide this rubble dick in and out faster and faster trying to itch the itch but it wasn't working. Lucky thing my wife had more then one of these things. I had to go to the longest one and slide it in slowly as I could. It was bumping up against something in me that I figured was a oh ring but it was itching on the other side of this thing. I knew that the Poppers would relax your butt so that a cock would fit in it, I was getting frantic to itch it more so I took a really deep sniff in the right and the left I was turning that bottle inside out. When I felt the ring let go and I was pumping that cock so deep hard and fast that I thought I would start a real fire not just the one that I had inside. This went on for twenty minutes and all of a sudden I felt as though I had to cum or pee. I was screaming in an orgasm, it was the biggest one yet. I think I took a pee and cummed all over myself. I laid there for about an hour before I realized that Ted was screaming at me on the phone to pick up. I did pick it up and all he said was come back to New York let me fuck you again. I said Ill be there Sunday. I had to clean up the room and myself before the wife got home. I put everything back to where I found it opened the windows and even vacuumed up the floor and made the bed. Made it just in time for the wife to get home. She said good your home Let me try on the clothes I just bought and do a little fashion show. I said okay that would be nice. She took all the bags up to our room and I heard her say "oh whats this little brown bottle, smells funny" "oh honey"...?

Does anyone else get hard reading their own stories? Just me? xxx

Depression is probably a legit thing in that industry on a whole, even discounting drug use. I mean, it can't be easy for them off screen. Times are changing but society still looks down on people who do sex work and there aren't exactly a lot of openly accessible useful mental health resources for people in general for sex/drugs related depression. Even though I've never been in that industry, I feel like this is a completely unfair bias tbh. If it was treated like any other industry, especially on a work culture and policy level, I'm willing to bet porn stars would live longer, happier and mentally healthier lives.

honestly i think this is the best story i have read on this site. no just to jerk off to but as an enjoyable story. thank you for your work and time.

Dawson is like every body else, some people "love" him and others don't. Most people that have met him in person tend to like him though we all have our likes and interests. I enjoyed watching his "20 Load weekend" but can't claim that he influenced me very much. I think that was filmed in 2004 and I had my own 32 load weekend over IML back in 1998. Top buddy kept bringing the men and he kept count, I didn't have a choice and that is when I started to enjoy the experience and less concern about looks or body type. I had worked at our local bathhouse for two years back in 1995-96 with free room at any of the clubs in the chain. I have the 2 disks 50 Load weekend DVD and still have not watched it. I met him at a "Cockpit" party in San Francisco sponsored by Paul Morris back around 2007. I had stripped and checked in my clothes as Dawson came down the stairs with a couple of buddies, he said he had 3 loads in his ass when he arrived. We are both primarily bottom but I did slide Inside his ass a couple of times, but didn't shoot Inside him but he was very, very wet. I left about 4am with my own ass filled with Multiple Loads from total Strangers. 😀🍆🍆💦👿☣

After a long drought of no sex, yesterday after work (I did douche fully! LOL) I went to Steamworks Toronto for their "Daddy Issues" theme night from 8PM-12AM (third Wednesday). I wanted some loads in my daddy ass. I got to my room near the back darkroom. After getting into my jock and putting a buttplug up my hole to loosen it up, I went to cruise and see who was in Steamworks Toronto on a Wednesday. Besides myself, I saw 3 other daddies and a sparse number of younger men. LOAD #1 - I met a 24 yo very tanned young man who needed to de-nut. He asked if I had a room. I'm 5'8" and he's a full foot shorter than I am. Interesting and hot sex, to say the least. He didn't need any lube to enter my hole, commenting that my hole felt "great, like a pussy!". I'll take this as a compliment! It didn't take him long to seed my ass. I cleaned off his cock to thank him. LOAD #2 - Later on, I met a 26 yr young man of colour, muscular-beefy in the front gloryhole-slurp ramp area of the sexclub. I touched then sucked on his nipples. I turned around to offer my ass. He sunk his long pencil cock in me (6"-7"). He fucked me for a bit then I asked him to cum in me. He told he didn't want to, but then thought about my offer again. After taking out his cock, he sunk it in once more and fucked me until he came. He told it felt awesome in my ass. I told him it was Daddy Night at Steamworks Toronto. He smiled and thanked me for offering my ass for him to fuck and seed. I was at Steamworks Toronto for just over 3 hours. A bare minimum of loads but this daddy is happy!

Being young helps a lot but don't forget that most guys like to "save their load" and don't want to shoot too early, which explains the loitering. I used to go saunas a lot and I always made my hole available late at night or early morning to catch horny guys wanting to go home.

It wasn’t a bookstore but was just as sleazy....a cruisey gay hotel in Palm Springs. I decided it seemed like a good place for a slut like me to work so I got a job working the front desk. I usually got off at 11pm or early morning. It was a little over 10 yrs ago which was in my 30’s which made me a young one for the area. I would get done with my shift and spend all night at the hotel cruising the grounds hoping to find guys that I saw come in. I loved to drop to my knees and suck dick in front of guys I was to shy to say anything to when I was working. And I loved that there were always guys watching me get fucked and they were going to fuck me next. But I quit after only about a month because I started hanging out with a guy that didn’t think it was as hot as I did to have me cum home with cum leaking out of me. I should have known then we were not a good match and kept the job.

chi4loads - I sincerely appreciate the time and energy you dedicate to bringing us such delicious eroticism.

I hope your boyfriend will realize what he's missing out on, and what he's been doing wrong. Making any romantic and/or sexual partner feel wanted and desirable is extremely important. No, you are not cold at all. Every person has a right to enjoy their body, including sexuality. Your boyfriend refused to provide you sexual pleasure, and then refused to let you enjoy sexual pleasure with anyone else. He is the one with the problem, not you. Objectively, his behaviors are self-regarding (if not also selfish) and controlling. I believe that they are also stupid, immature, and unhealthy. I hope he wises up in time to save your relationship. If not, you're already well on your way to feeling attractive, proficient, and confident as a lover, and you are not wasting another minute living without the sex you want to have.

Good eatin and good fuckin! Don't go anywhere, I ain't done with you! Felchin never tasted this good!

Back from Break Rob got back to the room first, and was naked, playing with his hole and stroking his cock when I got back late Sunday night. “Guess you didn’t get any action while home?” I asked him. “Remember my Wrestling buddy Rich? Well, he was having a dry spell all last semester at school, so once I told him I was poz, he was all over my cock and hopefully by Christmas he will be in our family.” “Sweet! Remember my Buddy Justin? Well, seems he got knocked up by some guy into stealthing, and was all depressed over it. I made him feel better about being poz and we swapped loads the entire time we were home.” “Awesome! Now how about stripping and let’s get back to fucking each other’s brains out” I quickly stripped out of my clothes and soon Rob and I were making out and wrestling on the bed to see who got fucked first. I was on top, but I felt Rob’s hard cock pushing on my hole, and just shoved down on it. It slid right in, and soon he was pounding my hole roughly. Too soon, Rob shoved in and began flooding me with his cum. I slid off him, and flipped him over, shoving my cock into his hole in one quick thrust. “Damn, take it easy buddy!” Rob said “What’s the matter? Can’t take a rough fuck anymore?” “Haha, if you want to get rough, we can get rough!” Rob shoved himself up, and surprising me, shoved me off him. We devolved into a bit of wrestling, fighting for dominance and who would be on bottom. Soon I had him pinned on his stomach and my cock back in his ass. I pounded his hole, making sure he felt every inch of my cock. He groaned and moaned with each thrust of my cock into him. Sooner than I would have preferred, I shoved all the way in and began to fill him with my seed. Once I was drained, I pulled out and collapsed next to Rob. “Missed you buddy.” “Missed you too.” Rob replied as he kissed me.

Thank you all for reading the introduction so far. Your encouragement is greatly appreciated, and I hope this is a story that you follow! This next chapter features some more exposition before getting into the sex, but I hope you find it worthwhile. I'm planning on posting once or twice a week for a few months to tell this story – your reactions, ideas, notes, and critiques are welcome! Chapter One: My First Date The concert couldn’t come fast enough. I practically lived in the recital hall between rehearsals with the orchestra and personal practice I was doing, I felt I could do little but eat, sleep, and breathe music. I won’t bore you with a long description of a long concert, but at the end I felt flushed with pride in our performance and emotionally and physically exhausted. We stood to take our bow and received rapturous applause. I thought I could just make out Blake’s face in the back of the balcony, but the glare of the stage lights made me unsure. After climbing down from the organ loft and running through the dressing room to grab my coat and bags, I walked out to the lobby where I saw Blake’s back through the crowd. I swear the man was wearing a Tom Ford suit, it looked so perfectly crafted for him. He was scanning the crowd looking for me, and when he turned I saw his eyes light up, then I saw the flowers he was holding in his hand. I felt myself trotting over to him and blushing as he presented me the bouquet of roses and lilies. “I got these for you,” he said, putting his arm around my back. I blushed deeply and blurted out, “you know, lilies represent death.” What the actual fuck. I am such an unfortunate nerd. I felt Blake’s back stiffen next to me. I hurriedly said, “I’m sorry, I love the flowers. I’m just not very coherent after a concert.” He still looked like he felt some shame, so I leaned into him and whispered in his ear, “honestly, I’m making a total ass of myself. I only have two talents: music and being able to say the exact wrong thing in any situation.” I could feel his cheeks move into a grin as I took a long, soft inhale through my nose. God this boy is perfect. “You must be hungry,” he said grabbing my wrist like he did the night we met. “We should find some food.” I knew that a lot of the orchestra members were going to a catered dinner that night at a nearby ballroom, but I wanted something more intimate. “How do you feel about breakfast for supper?” “Sounds good to me,” Blake said, “lead on.” I pulled him through the crowd and down to my car. “Hop in. We can pick up your car later tonight.” He got into my beat up Camry and buckled his seat belt. We drove out to an old greasy spoon diner a couple of miles from the concert hall. It was awkward between us — he clearly didn’t want to mess anything up. Walking into the diner, there was just one man nursing his cup of coffee in the corner with a waitress and cook behind the bar. Soft country music played from a juke box in the corner and the place smelled of bacon, waffles, and grease; the smells only pleasant in a diner. We grabbed a booth and ordered. I couldn’t even tell you what I ate that night, all I know is that my exhaustion melted away. Blake’s eyes sparkled at me the whole time, we made easy conversation and smiled at each other — I couldn’t help it. We had finished our meal a half hour previously and I didn’t even realize that we had begun to rub our feet and ankles together under the table. At one point I bolted upright and exclaimed, “sorry, I have to run to the bathroom really quickly, I will be right back.” (Drinking four glasses of water will do that to a man.) When I came back to the table, Blake was gathering my coat and scarf. “I’ve taken care of the check, shall we head out?” What a fucking gentleman. I’ll admit, I was totally smitten. The car ride back to the recital hall was almost silent. Energy crackled between us, keeping the hair on the back of my neck sticking straight up. We got to his car when he turned to me and asked, “do you have a key to get into the hall after hours?” I fished around in my wallet and pulled out a pass card. “Sure, did you leave something behind?” “No, I’d just love for you to show me the organ.” “Well, if you wanted to see my organ all you needed to do was ask,” I laughed. He blushed that time and I popped open the car door. “Come on! I’d be happy to show you!” We scampered inside the hall and I brought him through the dressing room hallway into the auditorium. The organ loft has a great view of the stage below and the audience seats. I was just turning the organ on when I felt him right behind me, bumping into my butt. Turning around, his entire body was so close I could have licked his shirt. I stared him straight in the eye and leaned in. Kissing Blake was like nothing else I had ever experienced. It was like hot and cold at the same time, like the air was gone from the room and the only thing that would save me was the connection of our tongues in each other’s mouths. I felt his hand come up and rub my head through my hair. I could barely stand, my entire body committing to being a part of him. We broke apart to breathe for a moment. The gentle twinkle was gone from his eyes and all I saw was an intense hunger. “Look at me,” Blake said in a commanding whisper. As I was staring into his eyes, I felt his hand cup the front of my pants and run between my legs. I moaned gently and bit my lip. This just made him move against me more. I could feel the definition of his abs and pecs through our suits. I reached up a hand and grabbed for a button. Miracle of miracles, he wasn’t wearing an undershirt. I made quick work ripping his shirt open and feeling his abs. The way they moved under his skin as he breathed, still rubbing my crotch and taint through my clothes. A thin film of sweat was lubricating my hand as I explored his chest. I broke eye contact to give his neck a little lick, up to his jaw bone. Now was his turn to moan, and I could feel the vibrations travel through my tongue. How had I gone from never kissing a boy to having this hot foreplay? He removed his hand from my crotch and grabbed my face. Looking straight into my eyes he asked, “do you want this?” I moaned an affirmative response. “If you want this, you need to know that it will change your life forever. Are you sure?” In my defense, I was a total newbie at this whole physical experience thing, but I couldn’t think of any reason to say no. Least of all did I want him to know this would be my first fuck. “Just take me.” And take me he did. In what seemed like one motion he whipped off my jacket, opened my shirt, and undid my belt. He began to kiss me deeply as he opened the fly to my pants, reaching into the damp warmth of my crotch to pull at my Calvin Klein briefs. My brain was fogged with lust and I just moaned into his throat. Blake wasn’t long on ceremony, though, as he was soon inhaling deeply from my underwear and giving me playful nibbles along the waist band. I kept running my fingers through his hair until he suddenly yanked my underwear down. My cock smacked my abs and instantly started drooling precum. I’m not particularly gifted in the cock department, but I have a respectable 7” dick with a slight upward curve at the end. My foreskin is intact but largely peeled back in my excitement. I keep my pubes trimmed and out of the way and don’t have any other body hair to speak of. I’m definitely the archetype twink. Blake growled and attacked my dick with his mouth. My eyes rolled and my head lolled back as I could barely contain the sensations I was feeling. I was leaned back against the side of the organ case, with a gorgeous man diligently sucking my dick, while I could barely breathe. Blake suddenly stopped and looked up. He looked like an animal — hair and eyes wild with lust, his shirt half off his back, and an obscenely large bulge occupying the front of his suit pants. “Turn around.” The command came as a bit of a surprise, and I turned my back to him. He slowly spread my cheeks and massaged my ass. I could hear him mumbling something behind me, but I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. I suddenly gasped as his tongue started at my taint and swiped over my hole. “Oh my god that felt fucking good!” Blake seemed to purr with delight. He continued to push into my ass with his tongue. Every moment of this night was better than the last. Just a few hours ago I was standing right here taking a bow after a performance. “Are you ready?” Blake’s question woke me out of my bliss. “Take me over, Blake.” I half moaned, half cried. Before I could take a breath, his cock head pierced my hole for the first time. My body immediately reacted to the foreign intrusion. I convulsed as my hole tried to close around the cock head probing my hole. Blake roughly grabbed my shoulder for leverage and with a growl rammed in again. I felt tears start rolling down my face as my body began to give in to the assault. I was in so much pain and was so happy. Blake kept hammering into my hole and I felt the tip of his cock getting deeper and deeper. How big was he? I still hadn’t felt his pubes brush my (until now) virgin ass. Blake began to pull out with longer strokes and shove his cock in until he broke through a second spot of resistance and slid home. I was gurgling incoherently as his dick filled me with so many feelings. I felt full, like I had to pee, like I was being split in two, like my body didn’t know what to do with itself — and I loved it! The pain slowly ebbed and the glories of a dick pushing past the prostate in long, deep strokes took over. I was sweating, panting, totally consumed by the feelings Blake was giving me. He kept muttering to himself and dicking me down. My body convulsed and I looked down to see that I had sprayed the side of the organ with my own cum. Fuck! I didn’t even touch my dick! The convulsion seemed to stir the beast pounding my hole because he started to seriously hammer my hole. I cried out in surprise and his hand left my shoulder and closed around my throat. I could feel Blake shift his weight behind me and lean up to my ear, “Paul, you fucking gorgeous man. You will live with this night for the rest of your life. You gave yourself to me, and now I am going to give myself to you. You WILL be mine.” I was struggling to breathe and began to slip out of consciousness. The last things I heard before the darkness of unconsciousness gripped me was Blake moaning, “take my seed, I am a part of you forever,” as somewhere deep inside my core I could feel a dick pulsing inside me. When I finally came to, I was sprawled out in the organ loft of the performance hall, my clothes wrinkled and discarded in every direction, my underwear around my ankles still in my shoes. I thought to myself, “well, I guess you found out that you are the kind of guy who gets fucked on the first date.” I chuckled as I tried to sit up. My ass was on fire. I reached down and felt around my hole. I massaged my hole trying to cool it down. When I brought my hand back up to my face, I saw that it was covered in dark pink juices. Feeling uncontrollably horny, I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted the sweet mixture of Blake and myself mixed together. The true essence of a man. His musk, his spunk, his most intimate gift. I was flying. My first date, my first kiss, and my first fuck all in one night, after the triumph of an amazing concert. The concert. Fuck! I quickly collected my clothes and tried to brush out the wrinkles. Dashing to the bathroom, I picked up some paper towels and went back to wipe the cum off the organ. Jesus, there was so much cum. Trying not to look like I just woke up after passing out during a fuck, I collected what little dignity I had left and walked back to my car. It was only when I was hanging my clothes up to take to the dry cleaners (who knew how difficult it was to get ass juice out of a wool suit) when I noticed a neatly folded piece of paper in my inside jacket pocket. I pulled it out and unfolded the note Blake must have slipped in my jacket as he left. The note was beautifully written in an old-fashioned cursive: ‘Paul, thank you for an amazing night. I hope you weren’t scared or permanently hurt. I have never felt so sure that something was right as when I was inside of you. If you could, please call me so we can talk this week. Hope to see you soon. - Blake’ I fell into bed, still reeking of sex, still feeling like every nerve ending in my body was on fire. A beautiful man wanted me. A beautiful man took me. And now, this beautiful man wants to see me again. I’d wash the sheets and take a long shower tomorrow, but for tonight I fell asleep gently massaging my tender ass and moaning his name. “Blake, I’m cumming for you.”

If you are going off, stay off completely, DO NOT try to extend them by taking them every other day or anything like that. Most med resistance happens from things like that. Not just from completely stopping for a bit. A couple months should be fine, not recommended but usually fine.

This is something you need to discuss with your doctor. Going off meds for a month is typically not fatal, but at the same time, your viral load is likely to spike upwards and your t-cells may drop. This is especially an issue if you went undiagnosed as poz for a good while after conversion. Most often, once you begin treatment again, your numbers will improve again, but you may never get back quite to where you were (or you may; it really is patient-dependent). Look into programs that provide HIV medications for free or low cost in your new area (and for that matter, where you are now, because they may be able to refer you somewhere). Additionally, I know my insurer (a Blue Cross affiliate) allows ongoing prescriptions to be filled 25 days after the last fill. That makes sure there is overlap between your current fill and the next one, and it's possible you could get an "early" fill for your medications before you leave, to help tide you over. Your doctor may also know of specific resources for continuing this kind of medication on a stopgap basis. Don't be afraid to ask - there's a lot of assistance out there, but someone often has to point it out because it's not readily apparent. AHF, for instance, provided my meds for free while I was first signing up for coverage that would take care of them (because my doctor is an AHF affiliate).

Hahaha, if only! If that was part of the curriculum, I would be an A+ student in that class! Honestly though, douching is not that tedious once you kinda get used to how your bumhole operates. A douching nozzle that connects to the shower that I got off amazon has literally been the best investment of my life. Also, by sustaining a mostly clean diet without coffee and healthy regular bowel movements, the terminal anal cavity is fairly clean and you can make do with maybe a 6 incher or less (nothing too aggressive) with virtually no mess. Really though, the urban design of the human body makes no sense to me - why is the entertainment district placed in the same area as the landfill? So inconvenient. Still, the fact that there are some drama queens out there that act like it's the end of the world in the case of a shitty accident just seems beyond alarmist. Even though the smell canbe a bit stinky, poop is mostly just water and degraded organic matter, nothing crazy. To anyone who has had to change a baby's diapers regularly, this kind of thing is just basically a trivial chore that you just need to deal with and get done, honestly not a big deal. Besides, it seems obvious to me that every single guy who has eventually came to realize that the noble art of buttfucking will comprise a core part of his future life, must realize that at some point or another, shit can and will happen. So it shouldn't exactly be a surprise when it does. Regarding douching or going natural. I think it's context dependent. For your standard planned hookup, there's time to prepare and no one likes to leave a smelly first impression so a clean bum is a standard expectation. In a long term relationship it's different (at least for me), after a while, things become complacent and less high-maintenance. The spontaneity of things like waking up in the morning together with a nice, unplanned fuck to start the day is worth it. Douching is still done for practical reasons periodically when able to but not nearly as rigidly expected for a casual enounter. There are other scenarios where douching isn't an expectation because of practicality such as if you're going camping ( the real type not the suburbanized version). Of if you've ever had a straight friend that spontaneously wanted to try anal one night, you can bet for sure that he's never even heard the word 'douching' before. Would the threat of poo stop you in that situation? Cuz I know for sure when given the very exciting prospect of popping my straight bud's ass cherry, I didn't hesitate at all even knowing that a mess would certainly happen. Of course, a little mess did happen but I had spread up a towel on the bed and it didn't detract at all from what was an incredibly fun and memorable experience.

As an interstate visitor, I’ve never left Wet disappointed. I can’t say the same for Subway.

---- Part 2 ---- Paul hadn't called during the day on Sunday so I got the nerve up and called him Sunday evening. "Hey buddy, how's it going?" Paul answered, way too cheerfully. "Uh... ok... I guess" I replied somberly. "You don't sound ok. What's up?" the cheerful tone still in Paul's voice. "Uh... you were right. On Friday I found out I got infected with HIV. Probably from that guy a month ago. He's the only hookup that I had bare sex with since my last test" I replied, softly. "Hey, don't sound so down. You'll be fine" Paul replied. We talked for another fifteen minutes and he seemed a little distracted. Then he said "I just booked a ticket for next weekend to visit you. We'll have fun like the old days. I bet that ass is really tight if you haven't gotten fucked in a month" Paul said with a chuckle. "Uh... no. No fucking. I was told no sex until they get the next test results and I've been on treatment for a while" I said, my voice trembling. I knew it would be good to see him but I knew the temptation to fuck like before would be huge. Paul laughed like I just told the world's best joke. "I've never fucked a viral poz guy, just undetectable ones. You're gonna be my first!" he exclaimed. "No, Paul. I can't. I don't want to infect you too" I replied, sobbing a little. As much as I wanted or needed to feel his bare cock in me again, I just couldn't chance it. "Plane lands at 3:30pm on Friday. I'll meet you after work and we can have a fun weekend. I'll put a smile back on that face. Uh... Corey. If they give you meds, don't take them before I get there, OK?" he said just before hanging up. I was worried, but I knew he had made his mind up. Thursday I sent him a text giving him the address of a bar near my apartment that I liked to go to. I thought it would be a good place to meet. When I walked in on Friday, I looked around and didn't see him. My heart sank, thinking he'd gotten cold feet and didn't even want to see me again. Then I spotted him coming out of the restroom, licking his lips. A few seconds later, an older guy with shaved head and a big beard walked out and slapped him on his butt. "Holy fuck, Corey! You're lookin' great! I almost didn't recognize you with the beard" Paul said as he came up to me. He gave me this long, tight hug. When he let go of me, he tugged me over to a table in the corner where his beer was waiting. I looked him over and he had changed too. The diamond stud earring in his left ear were replaced with blue metal plugs in both lobes and he now had a thick septum ring in his nose. I saw a tattoo poking below the left sleeve of his polo shirt and it looked like there were piercings in his nips showing through the shirt. The smile was the same and his eyes darted around the room looking for hot guys just like usual. After we finished the first beer, I asked "So what's the deal with the bear and the bathroom?" Paul chuckled before he grabbed both glasses and went to the bar for a refill. When he came back, he stood behind me and whispered in my ear "I found out I like daddy dick." He set my beer down before he sat back down on the stool across from me and the smile turned into a grin. "I swallowed a few loads in there waiting for you" Paul said. I couldn't remember ever seeing Paul on his knees sucking a guy, he was always the one standing against the wall fucking some eager cocksucker's face. Right then was the first time my cock had twitched in over a month. We talked some more and I found out he was enjoying his single life. Like me, there was no boyfriend, just a stream of hookups satisfying our needs. I wanted another beer, if just to delay getting back to my place and having to find an excuse to not have sex with Paul. At least my interest in sex was coming back. He had a different idea. "Let's get out of here and go back to your place so I can drop off my backpack. If we drink much more I'll forget about it" he said. We made it the four blocks to my apartment and as soon as we got inside, he dropped his backpack and pinned me against the wall. Paul had always kissed aggressively but this was even rougher than I had remembered. His hands were roaming all over my body too and a minute later I began to reciprocate. For the first time in a couple weeks I felt desirable again. Paul's fingers unbuttoned my shirt and were pinching and twisting my nips like he always loved to do. Just like all those other times, it made my cock hard and it was straining at my trunks and pants. One of his hands slipped around my chest and down my spine, trying desperately to get inside the back of my pants. "Fuck!" he growled into my ear and his hand quickly unbuckled my belt and then unbuttoned my pants. Just as quickly his hand was back to my ass, this time with his fingers sliding up and down my crack. My tongue jabbed back into his mouth as my hands were now fumbling with his jeans. When I got them open, my hand dug inside and wrapped around his stiffening shaft. I expected to find some more metal, but it was just hard flesh dripping at the end. I knew my mouth would feel better than my hands blindly groping him, so I reached back up and pulled his shirt up. It was on the floor in seconds and we took the brief break to dispatch our pants and shoes. I dragged him to the bedroom, both of us in just underwear that we quickly shed once we got to the bed. Pushing him back, I had him laying on the bed with me on top. My tongue found his left nip and began playing with the little bar that pierced it. Each flick of my tongue got his cock harder and soon it was nestled next to mine as I hunched over his body, playing with his nipples. My mouth had one nip and my fingers the other, changing sides every few minutes. After several iterations, I let my tongue trace down the center of his abs until my chin bumped into his hard shaft. A few seconds later, I had my mouth wrapped around his cock and was taking it into my throat like I had done a thousand times before. Once his cock was fully hard and throbbing, I slowly pulled off and crawled off the bed. In the nightstand was a box of condoms and lube and I grabbed one and opened the package. "No fucking latex. I want to feel that ass just like before, skin on skin" Paul growled. "But.." I started to say but he cut me off. "I told you, I want to fuck my first real poz guy and you're it, Corey" Paul said, scowling back at me. It was then that I realized the dynamic between us had changed and he was here more to fuck a poz guy than help me get out of my depressed state. I set the condom down and crawled on top of him, straddling him with my rigid cock laying on his stomach. I felt him slap his cock against my ass and then rub it along my crack. Lifting up slightly he worked his cock between my butt cheeks and then to my hole. For the first time in over a year I felt his bare cock at my entrance and I desperately wanted to feel him inside me. Except I couldn't. I didn't want to be the one to infect him. Paul saw my hesitance and thrust his hips up, ripping into my tight hole. "FUCK!" I screamed out as the pain rippled through my body. The spit I left on his shaft wasn't nearly enough lube since I was planning on rolling a condom on. He dropped his hips and slipped out a half second before driving his hips back up and his cock half way inside. I saw stars. I tried to scream again, but nothing came out. I heard him let out a sinister laugh. He held his cock in me a few seconds and then thrust up a third time. I cried out some gibberish and a few seconds later, I was panting and my body was twisting around trying to get some relief from the pain. "Is that how he fucked you? Ramming his cock in to wreck your hole so the bug was sure to infect you?" Paul asked. His voice was the most menacing I'd ever heard it. I almost didn't think it was him. "No... I... was... on... all fours... when... he... was... rough" I said, gasping between each word. I heard Paul cackle and then throw me off, grab my hips and then mount me. This time, while it hurt, he slid in much easier and my scream was quieter. "More like that?" Paul asked after my scream had faded. His hips were firmly planted against my ass and his raw cock was buried inside me. "Uh huh" I said breathlessly. He leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. I couldn't tell if his cock was throbbing inside me or if my ring was throbbing around his dick from the brutal intrusion. Paul slowly started to rock his hips, driving in and out of my tortured hole a couple inches. A few minutes later, pleasure started mixing with the pain and Paul softly said "Good... remember that and do the same when you fuck me." I gasped and started to panic, his comment about me fucking him setting off alarms in my head. But it didn't last long as he plowed my ass just like the old days. He would fuck faster and then slow down, most of the time using three quarters of his length and occasionally shoving in hard and bottoming out. Eventually, he rolled me on my back, pushed my legs back and began fucking me again. The smile on his face told me that he was enjoying this as much as I was. The pain was gone and I started to playfully squeeze his shaft as he plowed. Paul would slow down and lean in, kissing me briefly before he picked up the pace. When his breathing started to get hard, I knew he was close. Part of me wanted to prolong the fuck and part of me wanted to push him over the edge and feel his cum inside me again. I reached up and rubbed my thumbs over his nips and seconds later got the reward I wanted. Paul groaned loudly as I felt his cock throb as he filled me with his cum. It was a feeling I never got bored with and it was even better because it was him. "Working your way toward being a power bottom?" he asked and I just grinned back at him. "I like it, but that's the last time I fuck you this weekend until right before I leave" he said. I stared back at him, shocked. Paul laughed again and said "The rest of the time, you're going to be fucking me and filling me with that newly charged seed." My stomach flip flopped a few times and the stark reality of my new status filled my mind. I'm sure he could sense my uneasiness because he suddenly shifted gears. Slowly he pulled his still hard cock out and laid down next to me. Paul's arms pulled me close and we started to make out. "Mmm, so weird to kiss you with that beard, but fuckin' love it" he said quietly before intertwining his legs with mine and kissing me again. We kept at it for close to an hour, just like we used to do until both of us faded off to sleep. I woke a little later, my head on his chest and my hard cock laying on his leg. I moved my head slightly before flicking my tongue over his nipple. Paul moaned a second, but stayed still. When I started to suckle on his nip and the little bar through it, the moans got longer and his hand reached over and pressed my head into his body. I sucked harder on it for a few minutes and then rolled between his legs and worked my way down his body. The saltiness of Paul's sweat fueled my lust and when I was back down to his crotch I lapped over his firm cock. The dried cum quickly coated my tongue and it had a coppery taste that told me how hard he had fucked me. I kept hearing his words from earlier in the back of my head as my tongue kept searching for more cum to lick. My tongue tried to move lower towards his balls and I don't know if I pushed his legs up or if he pulled them back. Either way, I now had full access and I bathed his shaved balls with spit. I sucked each one into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. As the second ball slipped past my lips, my tongue started to explore downward. This was new territory and while I loved to eat a guy's ass, I had never done it to Paul. In the past, if one of us was getting rimmed, it was me. I pried the ass cheeks apart and pushed my face in, letting my tongue flick around. With my tongue in overdrive, it lapped over Paul's pucker and then poked inside. There wasn't a bit of protest and I suddenly realized all I tasted was sweat. For a guy I considered "top only" his ass was extremely clean. The thought that he planned to get fucked just fueled my lust even more. "Oh fuck yeah... god I love that" he moaned and my tongue started to jab into his hole. He was tight and it took a lot of force to get inside the ring. I could feel his hole try to relax, but it was obvious he wasn't like those experienced guys I'd fucked before. The moans got louder and and were slowly becoming whimpers until he slowly cried out "Fuck me Corey... I need your cock in me... Please... Fuck me!" Almost immediately, I had two voices in my head - Paul's "do the same when you fuck me" and the doctor's "Corey, you tested positive." My heart was racing and yet my cock was hard as steel. I leaned back and Paul rolled on to his hands and knees, presenting his ass to me. It was an opportunity that I had wanted for years and yet I didn't want to hurt him. "I can't, Paul" I sobbed. "Yes you can. Now fuck me!" Paul growled out, his head turned back, staring at me. "You sure about this?" I asked. The playfulness we normally had during sex was gone and he was more serious than I'd ever seen him. "Now!" he snarled, getting impatient. My cock wasn't softening a bit and the more demanding Paul got, the more it turned me on. "You're always going to be my little bitch, but I need that dick NOW!" Paul growled. He'd never called me his bitch before and it shocked me. In fact, that was a line I wouldn't let anyone cross. I was no one's bitch.

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

(Another chapter that got too long so it’s in two parts) Part 44 - A Trip to the City Joe woke up Christmas morning and kissed Kyle. “Merry Christmas, you sexy fuck” Kyle said. They got up and put on some shorts and walked into the living room. Mark was on the couch with a Santa hat on and Eric had a sexy elf costume on. They could see Eric was riding Mark’s cock and they could tell from the sounds that Mark was about to shoot. “Breed me Santa, give me a big gift!” Eric said and laughed. As cheesy as it was, it got the desired result and Mark groaned as he shot yet another toxic load into his boyfriend. “Damn, thats how Santa keeps those elves happy” Joe said and giggled as he wandered into the kitchen to get some coffee. He came out of the kitchen and saw Eric now bent over the back of the couch and Kyle’s cock deep inside him. It was a quickie and after only a couple minutes of fucking, Kyle’s cock erupted inside Eric’s cummy hole. “I got what I wanted for Christmas” Eric said and then laughed. Mark had a small fake Christmas tree in the corner of the living room and there were a few boxes underneath. Joe went in to the bedroom and came out with a couple wrapped boxes and put them under the tree. Kyle was next and put one under the tree. The guys sat down on the floor next to the tree and Mark handed out the presents. Mark opened the first one and it was from Joe and Kyle and the tag said it was for both Mark and Eric. Inside he found a pair of large glass dildos with a pair of fur-lined leather handcuffs. “We hope that’s not too kinky for you” Joe joked and everyone laughed. Kyle opened the next box and it was from Mark and Eric. Kyle peeled back the tissue paper and inside was a heavy stainless steel butt plug. Joe was next and was trying to figure out what sex toy Mark and Eric would give him. Inside was plastic carrying case which he opened and found an electro stimulation device with an electrified cock ring and dildo. Kyle yelled out “Oh fuck yeah! You’re mine now!” and everyone laughed. Kyle tore into his gift from Joe and found a gift certificate from the tattoo and piercing shop along with six small barbells. “That’s for a Jacob’s Ladder for your cock. Daryl also wants to know when you’re going to go up a size on your PA” Joe said. Kyle licked his lips and said “That’s so fucking hot.” Eric went to open his and Mark said “Let Joe get his next. I want yours to be last.” Joe grabbed his box and dispatched the wrapping paper and opened the box to find a new tablet. “I know the theme seems to be sex related here, but I’m sick of you stealing my iPad all the time. Now you have your own!” Kyle told Joe. Eric looked at Mark before he opened the last present under the tree, which was from Mark. He tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box, but was greeted with another box inside. Just like little Russian nesting dolls, he opened a box only to find another box inside. Exasperated, he opened the sixth box and found inside a pair of rings and a note from Mark “Will you marry me?” Shocked, he looked at Mark and fought back his tears as he quietly said “Yes.” Mark hugged Eric and then the two younger guys joined in. — The guys woke up refreshed from a lazy Christmas day and Mark was tapping at the spare bedroom door at 8:30 AM. “Leaving in half an hour” Mark said as Joe and Kyle were getting dressed. Joe packed his backpack with his leather harness, some lube and poppers. Kyle stuffed a few things into the backpack and they went out into the living room. “What’s that?” asked Eric. “Well, I looked and there was a sex party at B’s Motor Lodge this evening and Tony recommended a bar to go to that had a fun back room, so I thought after we saw the sights, we could all have some fun” Joe replied. “Damn, you are one horny fuck. You’re just like your brother” Eric said. “What did I hear about a back room” Mark asked as he came out of the bedroom. “Your innocent little brother has an evening of fucking all planned out for us” Eric quipped. “Oh? I guess I should get a few things then” Mark said. Mark and Eric went back to their room and came out with a few items and put them in Joe’s backpack. They drove up to San Francisco and parked the car. They walked the wharf, had lunch and a few beers, rode the cable cars, and then toured around some of the areas. “We’ll come back next week and we can do the trip out to Alcatraz if you want” Mark said. He drove around and gave the guys some history of the neighborhoods. Later in the afternoon Mark asked “So when do your festivities begin?” looking at Joe. “Let me check” Joe said as he pulled out his phone and opened the app to see when the party at the motel started. “The invite said he would be going from 4pm to 4am tomorrow. I asked if I could bring people and he said yes.” “What exactly are we getting into?” Mark asked. “Here’s what the party invite said” Joe answered. “25 yo neg sailor on leave for the week looking to be a cumdump. Tops and vers only, no other bottoms. BB only, taking all loads. No pullouts. No watchers - wait your turn if theres a line, fuck, breed then go. May be blindfolded. Room info sent day of party.” “Damn, that sounds like fun. I hope its real” Mark said. Joe looked and he had a message and it gave the room number for the party. They grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed towards Castro. Mark parked the car and the guys walked the couple blocks to get to the motel. A bunch of people were hanging around and you could see a few different rooms that seemed to have some action. Kyle said “well, if this one is a fake then it looks like we have a couple other possibilities.” Joe went to the room he had gotten from the message earlier and knocked. A guy answered the door and asked “what’s your screen name.” Joe responded “bbwrestlr” and the guy said “Gotcha, come on in. There’s three guys ahead of you and I see you brought your friends like you said. Cool.” The guys moved into the room and Joe and Kyle took their jeans off. Mark and Eric just unzipped theirs and pulled their cocks out of the side of their jockstraps. They looked around the room and Joe spotted the guy’s navy uniform folded neatly on a chair next to the bed. The guy getting fucked looked like the profile pics - five foot ten, brown haired, smooth body and he spotted a couple tattoos on his arms. He was nicely muscled and seemed to be enjoying the older guy that was fucking him. Joe looked back and the doorman had a smile on his face as he watched the sailor get pounded. The doorman was a muscled hulk who definitely could be a doorman at a club or bar. His hair was cropped short and the muscles were visibly straining his t-shirt. His jeans were tight and full of beefy legs and ass. The bulge in the doorman’s pants and the occasional rub from his hand said that he liked some man on man action and was enjoying the scene. Joe’s attention was drawn back to the sailor getting fucked when the guy pounding him yelled out “Fuck… Fuck… FUCK… TAKE THAT LOAD, BOY!” He could see the older guy’s ass clench as he pumped his cum into the slut and the sailor let out a loud moan. He pulled his cock out and wiped it with a towel as the next guy in line moved behind the sailor. “Don’t forget to put your mark on him” the doorman said and the older guy took the marker and put another hash mark on the slut’s back. The next guy to fuck the sailor was a skinny guy a few inches taller than Joe. He had long straight dark hair, but little body hair and pale skin. He was a bit jittery and Joe figured he was probably wired on something. He was endowed with a long 9 inch thin cock that he rammed into the empty hole. He fucked hard and fast and Joe had seen him edging before so figured he wouldn’t last long. Joe stroked his cock to full hardness as he watched the skinny guy pound the sailor and it took less than five minutes before he heard the guy grunt and then yell out “I’m breeding your hole with my dirty seed, faggot.” The guy slammed in a few last times and pulled off using the towel to clean his cock off and marking his load on the slut’s back. The guy in front of Joe then walked up and checked out his prey. The sailor moved around on the bed, eager to get another cock inside him. The guy was a stocky Puerto Rican guy with muscles and tattoos everywhere. Joe noticed a marine corps tattoo on his chest and his haircut said military. The bushy mustache and goatee told him he was he was ex-military. His legs and ass were very hairy over the thick muscular limbs. The guy’s beefy hands roamed over the sailor’s body and ass. He leaned over and whispered something in the bottom’s ear and then grabbed the blindfold laying on the bed. He covered the sailors eyes, securing the blindfold and then slapped his ass hard before shoving his thick uncut seven inch cock into the sailor’s waiting hole. He pistoned in and out hard and fast for a few minutes and then pulled out as if he was just testing if it was worth his time to continue to fuck the bottom. In one quick motion, he flipped the sailor on to his back and slammed back inside. He fucked with an even pace of hard thrusts. The guy kept having to pull the sailor back to the edge as he kept getting pushed towards the center of the bed. Joe stroked his cock with the same tempo, occasionally stopping so he didn’t blow his load before getting to fuck the bottom. A growl filled the room as the top bred the sailor and everyone took a step back in case the top became "the hulk". He slammed in twice more after the growling subsided and then pulled his cock out. As the guy pulled his jeans up Joe kneeled down behind the sailor and pushed his face in between the muscled ass cheeks and feasted on the cum dripping out of the gaping hole. He heard the sailor moan, only the second sound Joe had heard from him. Joe stood up and dripped some of the cum from his mouth on to his cock and flipped the sailor back on his knees before he pushed in. His cock slid in with just light pressure until his bush was against the cummy hole. He started to fuck and sped up quickly. He knew these kinds of fucks were to fuck and nut as soon as possible to let the next guy take his turn. Joe slammed in and heard the door open as the skinny guy left and another top arrived. He watched the previous top mark his unknown load and then Joe started to pound hard and then jackrabbited his hole, enjoying the sea of cum around his cock. He varied both the angle and intensity of his thrusts and appreciated that the bottom could still work his cock after a few hours of getting used as a cumdump. He began to fuck harder again and then groaned as he shot his toxic seed into the sailor’s cumhole. He took the marker and went to add his mark. He looked back to the guy’s left shoulder blades a ‘-‘ with a line below it and two hash marks. in the middle was a ‘?’ and a line below it with five hash marks. On his right shoulder blade was a ‘+’ and a line and nine hash marks. Joe made it ten and stepped aside. Kyle was next and stuck his finger into the sailor’s hole and scooped a little bit of cum on his finger and tasted it. He lined his cock up and shoved in and drilled like he was possessed. Joe had watched his boyfriend fuck numerous guys but never with the speed he did this time. He was groaning as he pounded and in a few minutes was dumping his strain into the cum hungry bottom. He added his mark on the guy’s back while Eric dropped his pants down and shoved his cock into the sailor. While Eric was fucking, two more guys showed up. He fucked hard for a little bit and then slowed down and enjoyed the sailor’s cum soaked pussy. Eric bent over the sailor’s back and hammered him for half a minute before adding another charged load to the swill inside the slut. He marked the bottom’s shoulder while Mark slid in. Mark took a slower pace than Kyle and Eric had but was just as rough. The sailor was grunting as his cock slammed in deep, paused and then pulled back. Mark did it over and over and then started to fuck faster. Joe moved behind Mark and reached around and pinched his nipple through the t-shirt and whispered “knock him up like you did me” into his ear. Mark rammed in and his cock pulsed, shooting his bugged up semen inside to mix with the other loads. He pulled out and Joe leaned down and quickly cleaned his cock. Mark added a thirteenth mark under the ‘+’ and zipped his pants up. The next guy, a tall, light skinned black guy with a biohazard tattoo on his upper left arm took Mark’s place and started fucking the sailor. The four guys went to leave and the doorman gave Joe a wink before saying “Thanks. Come back later if you want.”

Back again, Finally. Sorry for the long wait. Life can do that to you. Double Daddy Dick for Justin Thursday night I got a call from Justin asking if he and Tom could come over again for some more fucking. “So, changed your mind about taking poz cock and cum?” I asked him. “Yes Sir. Talking with Tom has really helped me to overcome the fear of being Poz. I met up with Tom and his roommate Rob last night and did something I wanted to try.” “What was that?” I asked him “I had Rob and Tom fuck me at the same time. I was wondering if it would be ok to do the same when we come over this weekend. But I know I can’t take both of your daddy cocks in me, so could I take yours and Tom’s at the same time?” “Sure, as long as both of us get to load your ass up so you can get our bug, you can take it however you want.” I told him. We finished up our conversation by setting up a time to all meet up. I gave Justin a few minutes to call Tom and tell him the plans then I called him. “Hi Dad” Tom said as he answered his phone. “Good Evening Son; heard you boys were busy adding a few more loads to Justin last night.” “Yes Sir. He wanted to try getting double penetrated, and who were we to refuse a cumslut’s request? But he still doesn’t know that Rob and I are also Poz, and we got it from you.” “Good. Maybe you will need to get sick soon so that you can give him more with him knowing.” “Sounds like a plan. Sorry to cut it short dad, but got a paper due. I’ll see you both Saturday to help get more cum into Justin. Maybe after this weekend, he will be getting sick with the flu.” “Ok, do your schoolwork, and you and rob have a good night. See you this weekend. I have a few plans for Justin that will definitely help him get our family bug into his system.” Saturday arrived, and right on time the boys arrived at our place. I was in just a pair of shorts and Dave was naked on the bed waiting for the boys to arrive and get the fucking going. “Come on in.” I said as I opened the door, “Dave is waiting for us in the bedroom.” The boys quickly shed their clothes and soon we were all in the bed kissing and fondling each other getting ready for the breedings. Dave was lying on the bottom of the pile, Justin working on getting his cock nice and spit-soaked for him to ride. I had stopped off on the way to the bedroom and placed the hard bristle toothbrush on the bed near Justin’s feet. Tom looked at it and smiled. He dove in and began to eat Justin’s hole, working his spit in with his tongue and opening the pucker up for the fuck. Soon, Justin moved off Dave’s cock and looked like he was about sit slide down onto it. “Before you get that cock in your ass,” I said, “are you sure you want to become a poz boy of mine and Dave’s? “ “Yes, I know now that I am meant to become a poz cumdump, and I want you two to be my poz Daddies. “ “Then before you take that cock, there is something else I want to put into you to help you with your conversion. But once this goes in, there is no chance of you becoming Poz, you will be Poz. We have used this before, and every one of them became poz that day.” “Yes Daddy, Please use that brush on me. Make today the day that I am converted to your poz boy.” I sild the brush into Justin and began to scrub the inside of his ass vigorously with the stiff bristles. He winced in pain slightly, but took it quite well. When I finally removed the brush the bristles were not a pale pink, but a bright deep red, he was definitely getting our poz swimmers into his blood stream today. “How about you Tom? You want to join us today as well?” “Yes please Sir. Use that brush on me too. Make me your poz son.” Tom said. I brushed his inside, not as vigorously as Justin, but enough to make Justin think I had. With both boys brushed, I told Justin to get that cock in him. He gladly slid down onto Dave, and then bent over to kiss Dave and let tom enter him as well. As Tom slid in, Justin let out a groan of pain, I am sure that he was taking more than he had with Rob and Tom into his ass. But he didn’t tell them to stop, or pull out so I knew he really wanted it. Once Tom was fully inside, I moved behind him and slid my cock into Tom. With all of us joined, the fucking began, and the noises of sex filled the room: moans from the two getting fucked, and the slap of balls from those of us fucking. Far too soon I felt my load about to shoot; maybe it was knowing that Justin was finally going to become one of our boys after months of him being afraid to even meet us.

A good start....let's see the next chapter and the party with the Boss.