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Had been at the hospital all week with my Dad as he was in pretty bad shape. On the first night the male room nurse brushed up behind me as I bent over the hospital bed to hug my Dad before leaving for the night. I didn't think anything of it. The second night it happened again, same thing, although this time he leaned into my ass a little more. The third night he rubbed my thigh and told me my jeans were hot and gave me his phone number and told me to call him on his break at 3am. I did and he told me what time he got off and to meet him at his apartment. I was so horny I got there a little ahead of time. His two roommates were there getting ready for work and both were hot in various stages of dress. They kept passing thru staring at me on the couch as I rubbed my cock thru my jeans. As soon as he got home, all three stopped to come sit with me. I wound up getting loaded in both ends by all 3 guys before heading home with cum dripping out of my hole...

------- Chapter 6.2 - Flipping the Bottom ------- Midterms were brutal. There were a lot of tests to take in only a week and Ric was exhausted when they were over. He slept in on Saturday morning and when he woke Eddy was gone. A note told him he had gone to Mexico for the break. It was typical of Eddy, he only gave out information at the last second, if at all. "I get the place to myself for a whole week!" he thought to himself. Later in the afternoon, Ric decided he should hit the sauna and relax a bit but couldn't decide whether to hit the one in the recreation building or go to the one at the bath house. A voice inside him told him which would be better. "It's a little dead, but I know you'll have fun. No one chasing that I know of" the bathhouse attendant said as he pushed the card and ID back. Ric undressed and locked his clothes away before heading towards the steam room. He wanted to relax a bit before looking for a few guys to fuck. As he walked down the hall, he recognized the distinctive dragon wings tattoo covering the back of the guy in front of him. He'd fucked the guy a month earlier and had a great time. The dragon tat guy turned into the steam room and Ric followed him in. The other guy stopped just inside the door of the sauna and looked around through the haze. Ric passed him by and sat down on his towel on a bench in back. Ric tried to remember their fuck and then it came back to him. He saw the guy on an app with a profile that read something like "No cock refused. anon & BB only. Room 16" His stats gave a surprisingly accurate height and weight and listed himself as 26 years old and neg. Ric found him that day a month before, head down, ass up with a blindfold on. Ric didn't expect much since a lot of guys that said stuff like that were just trying to sound like experienced sluts but in reality turned out to be anything but. It turned out to be much better than Ric's pessimism had led him to expect. He fucked the guy for a while before dropping the first load in his ass. With the help of a little blue pill he'd taken earlier, he stayed hard and kept fucking the load in deeper before pumping a second load in. That time, Ric had rinsed and gone to the locker room to dress when the guy walked in after their fuck. "Damn, wish I'd seen you earlier. You're hot" the guy said as Ric finished pulling on his shoes. Ric's first thought was "You're never going to see anyone with that blindfold on." It was obvious the guy was in pain and Ric said "Thanks. Looks like someone worked you over. Maybe catch you another time" as he stood up. "Yeah, I'm gonna feel this for a few days but damn it was good to be used like that. It was a nice long fuck instead of the usual pump n dump" the guy replied as Ric walked out, grinning. Now, they sat in the sauna and he knew the guy didn't know that they'd fucked before. The tattoo guy sat down nearby and a minute later Ric asked "How's it going?" The steam hanging in the room only letting them see each other's outlines. "OK, I guess" was the somber reply and nothing more. Ric tried once more and asked "Whatcha lookin for?" "Just chillin today. Not like anyone's gonna want to fool around with a poz guy, anyway" the guy replied, the sound of defeat in his voice. "I doubt you're the only one. I take it you just found out. Top or bottom?" Ric asked. "Yeah, this week. I'm a bottom, for what that's worth" the guy responded. Ric's cock had stiffened and he wanted to make the guy realize that finding out you're poz isn't the end of the world. Besides, their previous fuck was really good. "Cool. I mostly top. I could use a cute guy to fuck" Ric said. "You're fuckin kidding me. I just told you, I'm POZ" the guy responded, sounding exasperated. "Won't be the first poz guy I've fucked. Won't be the last. And I'm horny. You interested?" Ric asked. The guy thought about it a minute and then softly said "Yeah." Ric started to move over and the guy said "Not here. I don't like to fuck in public. I got a room." The guy stood up and headed toward the door, not even looking back to get a better look at Ric as the steam cleared. Ric followed him back to room 16 again and watched the guy just walk into the room and get on his knees on the bed, still not looking back. Ric knew there were a lot of guys that were just looking to get fucked, no foreplay, no sucking. Just dick in ass. He knelt down, though, and started to rim the guy's ass. It tasted good, just some sweat from the steam room to give it flavor. The guy did start to moan and even rocked his ass back and forth. Ric's tongue poked in and the guy's well used hole relaxed and let him inside. A few minutes later the guy's hole was slick with spit and Ric stood up and slapped his dripping cock on each butt cheek. His hands opened up he crevice and he slid his cock to the winking hole. Ric rocked his hips plowing in, getting only a little resistance to his thick cock. Deeper and deeper he went with each stroke until he was over half way in. "Fuck! You're the guy that pozzed me!" the guy yelled out. Ric froze. "Why do you think that?" he asked, trying to sound innocent. "Cuz I remember getting stretched like that and then the piercings on the bottom of your dick tearing me up. I hurt for days after that fuck and then I got sick. It was you, wasn't it?" the guy asked. There was an urgency to his voice, but he didn't seem to be pissed. It was more like he just wanted to know who was the guy that had infected him. "Maybe. I fucked a guy in this room who said he wanted an anon bareback fuck and said no cock's refused about a month ago" Ric replied, as he started to rock his hips again. The guy's hole relaxed and he moaned a little. "Yeah... but its hard to get fucked unless you sound a little slutty" the guy said, starting to work his ass around Ric's shaft. "Anon, bareback and no cocks refused sounds to me like someone begging to get knocked up. Unless you're on prep... and you can't have been if you got pozzed." Ric replied, driving in harder. He fucked like this for several minutes and then leaned over the guy's back, his sweaty chest covering the large tattoo. He was rolling his hips harder, but now with longer strokes. He whispered in the guy's ear "Now you don't have to worry about it. Take advantage of that freedom. Even better, share what you got." Tattoo guy moaned as his ass milked Ric's cock. A few more thrusts and Ric was flooding the guy's guts again. "Oh god... that feels so fucking good" the guy cried out as the last shot pumped into his hole. They stayed like that for a minute before Ric pulled out and laid down next to the guy on the bed. "Fuck, I'm usually blindfolded and never see who fucks me. You're a lot younger than I imagined" the guy said, rolling on to his side and stroking his hand over Ric's chest. A minute passed and the guy asked "What did you mean by 'share what I got?" "Share. Like... breed another guy" Ric said, reaching over and squeezing the guy's partially hard cock. "Oh fuck... I couldn't. I'm just a bottom and now I'm poz" the guy replied. "Just give it a try. You'd be surprised at how good it feels to cum inside a guy now that your load has some kick to it" Ric said. A few seconds later, he said "My phone's in my locker. Do you have yours?" The guy nodded, crawled off the bed and got it out of the storage box in the room. "Open up that same app and do a search, there's got to be another bottom here looking for loads" Ric said. He watched the guy set up the search and selected "poz" for status. Only Ric showed up. "Look for bottoms and don't search on status" Ric said. Three guys showed up within a mile. "Now look at each profile and see if they only want neg or undetectable guys. If it's any or poz, then you got someone to check out further." All three guys in the result listed 'any' status for their partner. Only one guy wanted to fuck raw, one was safe only and the third had no preference. "Chat with the bareback guy first" Ric said. The tattoo guy looked at Ric like he was crazy. "Just chat. Say hi and ask if he's at the bath house. We know he is." A quick back and forth told them that the guy had been there a few hours, only had one short, covered fuck and was about to give up. "Top buddy with me. Up for bare fuck b4 u leave?" was the message the guy sent off with Ric's encouragement. "Ur btm?" was the immediate reply. "Usually, but bud is thick n he wants me to open u b4 he fucks. room 16" the guy typed in as Ric whispered in his ear what to say. Ric smiled. "See, its not hard, unlike your cock right now" he said, giving the guy's very stiff shaft a squeeze. Ric laid back on the corner of the bed, his lower tattoo plainly visible. The tattoo guy was now leaning against the wall at the other end of the bed, stroking his cock. Less than a minute later, a short, hairy guy walked into the room. The hair on his head was buzzed close and he had a wide chin patch goatee. A thick pelt of fur covered his chest, stomach and legs, but neither could see anything else with the guy's towel around his waist. Ric guessed he was ten or fifteen years older than him but looked pretty cute. The furry guy looked back and forth between Ric and the tattoo guy and then pulled his towel off. Ric saw a steel cage constraining the hairy guy's cock. "Mmm, nice. Owned?" Ric asked. "Uh... Yes, sir. My master will be pissed if I don't come home with at least one load in me" the hairy guy said. "Good, I think we can help with that. You take all loads?" Ric asked, knowing the tattoo guy wanted the hairy guy to know what he was getting into. "Uh, yeah" the hairy guy said tentatively, as he looked closer at Ric and the tattoo guy. "You poz?" he asked, looking at Ric's biohazard tat. "Yeah. That a problem?" Ric asked. "Umm... uh... uh... no, that's fine. Shit... that's big" the hairy guy said. "Cool. Yeah, that's why I want him to open you up, first. Now come over here and suck his dick while I eat that hot ass" Ric said. The hairy guy moved quickly, obviously used to following orders without question. He was sucking like a pro on tattoo guy's cock while Ric devoured his ass. Ric could taste sweat, lube and a little bit of latex on his tongue and the guy was working his ass around Ric's tongue when it slid in and around the ring. After a few minutes, Ric gave a final lick up the crack and said "Turn around." The hairy guy spun around and began to suck on Ric's shaft. Ric looked over and the tattoo guy's cock was still hard as steel and now covered in spit. His eyes showed how nervous he was, but with a nod from Ric, he assumed his position behind the hairy guy. Ric softly said "Go slow and easy, you can do it" as he rested his hand on the back of the hairy guy's head. Dragon tattoo guy closed his eyes and pressed his cock to the spit soaked hole, sliding slowly inside the warm sleeve. A few minutes later, the tattoo guy had a even rhythm going and Ric looked back at him with a grin. The hairy guy, too, was doing a good job sucking his cock and taking most of it into his throat. The tattoo guy lasted a little more than fifteen minutes before Ric noticed the change in his breathing. He chuckled since it looked like the tattoo guy was trying to hold off and not cum so quickly. It was in vain, though, since a minute later he gave a few hard thrusts and began to pump his newly charged load into the hairy guy's hole. Ric felt the bottom moan around his cock as he got felt getting bred. The scene had surprised Ric. He expected the tattoo guy to pull out and shoot his load all over the hairy guy's back, not deep inside him. Ric let the tattoo guy recover and pull out before he made his move to swap spots. The hairy guy was still a tight fit, but the fuck had done it's job to open and lube his cunt. Ric heard the hairy guy groan as he slowly drove his cock in to the base. The thrusts built up speed until the sounds of the creaking bed and the thud of two bodies slamming together filled the room. The hairy guy was getting into it too, rocking his hips back and using his ass to massage Ric's cock. The stimulation was finally more than Ric could stand and he began to pound harder until his cock sprayed out several shots of his hot cum. As Ric settled back down, he started to pull his cock out of the battered hole. "I wanna go again" the tattoo guy said, pulling the bottom's head off his cock and crawling down the bed. Ric laughed and moved out of the way and back to his place at the other end. After a couple licks of his cock, the bottom muttered a long drawn out "ooh fuck", but went back to licking the shaft and his groin clean of cum. The tattoo guy shoved his cock into the stretched hole and fucked quickly for only a few minutes before pumping another load into the hairy guy. He laid back against the wall, breathing heavy until the hairy guy leaned back. He glanced between Ric and the tattoo guy a few times, his face showing how content he was with an ass full of cum for his Master to use. "Uh... I should be going" he said as he climbed off the bed. Grabbing his towel he started out the door. "Be here Monday at noon if you'd like another load" Ric said, grinning, as the hairy guy looked back and nodded. "Fuck... that was hot. You were right, I can't believe how good that felt. The second time was totally different though. His hole was so loose and sloppy" the tattoo guy said excitedly. Ric looked down and there was large wet spot on the bed where the hairy guy's cock had drooled while he got fucked. "Yeah. I think he enjoyed it as much as we did. And see, you're gonna be fine. Are you seeing your doc or the clinic on West Street?" Ric asked. "The clinic. I gotta go there Wednesday to find out about treatment. I think they're going to be pissed I already fucked someone bareback" the tattoo guy said. "Call and change your appointment to Tuesday or Thursday. They'll be a lot more understanding then" Ric said as he stood up, adding "Hope you can make it Monday at noon. If not, we can hookup another time. You have a great ass."

I messaged this guy two weeks ago on grindr who was visiting from Hamburg. We got into a hot chat and arranged to meet in a storage room that I have access to. He was taller than me but we got kissing hard and soon he got my pants down and started to suck my cock and balls. I took him to the back of the room which had shelving to lean on. I got down on him and sucked his cock hard. sucked his balls and then turned him round and licked his ass. Loved it!! I licked his man pussy and tried pushing my tongue in. My cock was hard and so wet with pre-cum by then. I stood up and shoved it into his ass. He wasn't too tight so I slid in nicely and feeling it all the way. I started to fuck him as he leaned forward on the shelves. Fucked him hard and felt my balls slapping his butt. I got down again to rim his ass which was really warm now. I stuck my tongue and face in and really wet it. He was still with his pants down so I made him take them off so I could open his crack wider and I rimmed his ass deeper. My cock was absolutely rock hard by then and I stood up and this time fucked him deeper and harder.... I didn't want to shoot just yet, so I pulled out and bent over to kiss him. Turned him round to suck his very wet cock. I couldn't hold it much longer so I turned him round again and fucked him hard until I felt a shudder and shot a big load deep inside.. I kept on fucking as I came even after I emptied my balls I kept churning my cum in his ass for a while. I pulled out my soft dick and got down and licked out some of my own cum from his ass which I then spat into his mouth. He got down to suck and lick my cock clean. I finished off by sucking him hard until I felt his hot load in my mouth and throat. Amazing!! After that we cleaned up and he left. Hope he visits again soon.

Complex thoughts require complex understanding, which not all posters here seem to be capable of. In a nutshell: Putin's long game is (a) restoration of the USSR/Russian Empire as a geopolitical force, and (b) defeat or disbanding of NATO, the primary threat to his expansionist plans. As long as Trump was in office, attacking NATO and threatening to withdraw, he was useful to Putin in goal (b). We now know from more of Trump's former circle of advisers that he had been quite candid about pulling the US out of NATO during his second term, if he'd won one (which he mercifully did not). That disruptive influence in the west was far more valuable to Putin's grand schemes than any territorial gain might be. This is an old concept known as the "useful idiot", one with which you may not be familiar (or at least not in the way one might think). Once Trump was defeated, and someone firmly committed to NATO was elected to replace him, the calculus shifted. Putin had to decide whether he could spread enough disinformation about Ukraine to get away with invading and seizing power (as he had done in Crimea, and to lesser extents in Georgia and other former Soviet republics). One good thing about Biden (among many) is that he knows that US intelligence, while not always perfect, is some of the best in the world. Because they had intercepted much of Putin's plans for false flag operations, etc. as a means of making Ukraine to be the aggressor, and Biden smartly chose to release enough of that intelligence that the world could see Putin's game plan for what it was: naked aggression. And as a result, the west is united against Russia in a way that would never have been possible without someone like Biden - who actually READS his intelligence briefings and more importantly, understands them - in charge.

------- Chapter 6.1 - The Trick ------- Ric had been back from his trip to finish the tattoo for a few weeks. Things had been busy with classes and an ever growing client list. He had spent the weekend at Joe and Kyle's apartment for a weekend of sex and food which had left him tired and sore, but he kept thinking he had been neglecting some of his fuckbuddies on the floor. There had been an emphasis on the buddy side since he came back from his trip. He told himself that he would limit his escorting gigs to only one or two a week and have more recreational sex. Alan, Gabe, Jack, Kevin, Mateo, Taylor and Will were all sorely missing from his sex life. Mateo he missed the most. They had been fucking like rabbits since Mateo got on PrEP shortly after they first met. He was one of the few where Ric's status never came up, even though they were very verbal when they fucked. It was unique, too, since they spoke in Spanish most of the time, with Mateo teaching him several new words and phrases as they drilled each other. It was just sex for the fun of it and a good friendship had developed. Mateo seemed a lot hornier after Christmas break and the pair started flip fucking at least twice a week. Right before the trip, they had fucked several days in a row, but since he got back there had been nothing. Monday morning he went in search of him, hoping to at least get breakfast and catch up. "He left early for campus. He's had a bad project that's taking up most of his time" Mateo's roommate said. The same happened on Tuesday and Wednesday. Ric was distracted during his client gig on Wednesday night, apologizing to the client and leaving the fee behind. Thursday he didn't even try looking for Mateo and was feeling down. That evening, while he was studying there was a knock on the closed door. "I heard you've been looking for me" Mateo said as soon as Ric opened the door. Ric reached out and pulled him into a hug. "Yeah, I have. Things got really busy but I've missed you" Ric whispered in his ear as they continued to hug. "Me or my dick?" Mateo said with a chuckle. "Ass" Ric replied, leaving it ambiguous. When Ric finally let go of Mateo, he dragged him into the room, closed the door and they sat down on the bed. "Your roommate said you had a bad project keeping you busy" Ric said. "Yeah, the project from hell. The team sucks, most are lazy and the bitch that wants to run everything can't make decisions. I'm doing most of the work myself just so I don't fail" Mateo said. "That sucks. I hope the prof knows you're doing everything so the others don't get credit for your work" Ric replied. "Oh he knows. He's been to a few team meetings and saw how bad it is" Mateo replied. Ric saw him staring at him and then lick his lips. "Damn, that new tattoo looks really cool now that it's done" Mateo said after a few seconds of silence. Ric pulled off his tank top, saying "Thanks! I got the other one touched up too." "Nice. You need to use some of that hair regrowth stuff on your chest so it's even, though" Mateo joked. "Oh... I got a tattoo too. Wanna see?" he added a second later. Ric could tell he was excited and his attitude was much better than when they were talking about school. "Of course! I didn't know you were thinking about getting one" Ric replied. Mateo pulled his tee shirt off and Ric didn't see anything other than his soft light brown skin and hard nipples. He climbed off the bed and then slowly turned until he was facing away from Ric. Ric gasped and his jaw dropped. A few seconds later he just said "Fuck." A few more seconds and Ric said "Uh... I thought you were an Aquarius" staring at the scorpion tattoo between Mateo's shoulder blades. The black tribal faded to red at the tip of the tail and pincers. At twelve inches long in the center of his back, few people would miss it, especially since it was the only ink on his body. Mateo chuckled. "It's not a zodiac thing, Ric" he said before he pushed his jeans off and sat back down on the bed, wearing only a red jockstrap. "What?" Ric replied, slightly panicked. "I stopped prep when we left for the holiday break. Nature did it's thing. I'm poz now" Mateo said, turning back to face Ric with a big smile on his face. "From me?" Ric asked. "Yep, you're the only one that's fucked me this year" Mateo answered. Ric's mind spun, trying to understand. He'd pushed Mateo to get on prep so they could fuck bare and he wouldn't infect him. But, Mateo had stopped on his own and made sure Ric's bug was the one he'd be marked with. Mateo could see the conflict in Ric's eyes and the silence was uncomfortable. "It was my choice. I wanted a part of you with me forever. I hope you're not mad" Mateo said. "Oh god no. I'm just surprised" Ric replied. "You weren't the only one. The doctor over at the clinic and that lab tech were too. I thought they'd be really pissed, but it was the opposite. They did want to know if I knew who I got it from, though" Mateo said. Ric smiled, knowing that Hector and the doctor would probably be ok with him charging up another one, but he preferred to keep who between him and his victims. "I just told them it was a friend. They wanted to know if my friend knew he was positive and I laughed so hard" Mateo said, grinning back at Ric. "It looks really cool. I like the red stinger. You can tell people its cuz you're a scorpio if you want or let them know that dick has some bite to it. I'm gonna love looking at it when we fuck" Ric replied. "Just like I love staring at your biohazard when I suck you" Mateo said. Less than a minute later, Ric pushed his shorts off and was between Mateo's legs with his hard cock pressing against the tight ring. "Why didn't you tell me you wanted to get pozzed?" Ric asked, pushing his cock in harder. Mateo took a deep breath and relaxed, letting Ric slip inside him. "I needed time... the more we got to know each other, the more I wanted it. You tried to protect me, but that just made me want it more" Mateo said, staring at Ric while his legs wrapped around him. "And want you more, too" he added before Ric thrust his cock in, watching the smile on Mateo's face get bigger. Ric's grin got bigger too. Ric was turned on knowing that Mateo had his bug inside him willingly, just like he'd done with Joe. He needed that connection with the one that taught him so much and now Mateo wanted a permanent connection to him. The thrusts were long and slow, with Ric feeling the soft chute wrap around his cock and the ring massaging his cock. Ric leaned down and kissed Mateo while he kept plunging into his warm hole. When they broke their kiss, Ric started to thrust harder. Mateo began to rub over his chest, flicking his fingers over Ric's pierced nips. Ric slammed in and growled back at Mateo. He chuckled too before drilling faster. Mateo kept playing with his nips, getting Ric more excited each time. It wasn't much longer before his cock began to spew another load into Mateo's ass making both moan loudly. They laid there on the bed, recovering from another long fuck. Ric turned to Mateo and asked "Are you going on meds or staying toxic like me?" "What do you think?" Mateo asked. "I really don't know. You've surprised me so far, but I hope I'm not the only one to get your toxic seed" Ric said. "You won't be" Mateo said, before giving Ric another kiss.

I am a paramedic and have had a few positive loads from Aids patients during a medical transport. I wanted to increase my chances of getting the gift so I took a volunteer position at a nursing home. I chose this particular nursing home because they had a whole wing at this facility, dedicated for AIDS patients usually on hospice. Since my medical background, it was easy to fit in. I would do duties as empty bedpans, make up beds and then give baths to patients. The later was my favorite task, and I got to get my hands on a constant flow of patients. And since a lot of times my bedside manner would include, hand jobs, blow jobs, kissing, and letting them fuck me, I would get requests for a lot of patients. Since our unit was understaffed, it was easy for me to get a lot of one on one time with patient. Also, due to confidentiality, I will not disclose the facility or names of actual patients, but will give them a false name. Last week, I was told I would not have to do collecting of blood and empty bedpans, since I was happy to give baths to all the patients. Out of the bunch, were a total of 51 patients, and out of the 51, all tested HIV poz, 32 of them had full blown AIDS. I was thrilled, and told the head nurse that when giving baths to patients, I noticed most would take a bowel movement and would need my assistance to use the restroom. They were fine with that. Okay, that brings us to Last Thursday, St Patrick's Day. into Gregs room, and was giving him his bath, he had just brushed his teeth and didn't smell bad at all. I wished him a happy St Patrick's Day, and in kidding with him I said, I hope your wearing green, or you have to give up a kiss. His light blue robe was untired and loose, and his response was asking me to "come here". I leaned down to see what he wanted to show me, and our eyes met and we kissed...like a long open mouth sloppy tongue kiss for about a 2-3 minute period. He had taken my hand as we were making out, and guided it to his growing cock under his gown. When we finally broke our kiss, I told him I want more of that. I went over and pulled the door to as I also drew the privacy sheet between us and the door. When I went back in, Josh had pulled the sheet back to reveal his hard cock. Precum had a huge droplet on the tip, so I reached down and scooped it up with my finger, with the other had, I had loosened the string of my scrub pants and let it slide down to my knees, He saw I had a hard cock too, showing my 7" boner. My wet finger tip coated with AIDS precum, I inserted my wet finger tip into my own ass. This turned him on a lot, since he hasn't played with anyone for a long while. He reached down to finger my ass some as I leaned over to kiss him some more and then started sucking on his cock. Now his precum was flowing steadily and the taste was still salty but good. I looked up at him and asked if he could stand leaning against the bed? He said yes, so I used the remote to lower his bed, and swung his legs around. I whispered to him to fuck me, and he cautioned me that he was full blown AIDS, and I said I know, I am your nurse. I then said to him, do you want to lecture me or do you want to fuck me. He said he wanted to fuck me really bad. I said, come on, show me what you have. So he entered me pretty easy since all of his precum fluid, and he was about 8 inches in length, and yes he remembered how to fuck. He said he was close to cumming and I looked back to him and told him to breed me good and deep. This put him over the top and he shot about 8-10 volleys of thick AIDs cum up into me. When he finished, I let him stay in me until he went soft. When he slipped out, I put him back in bed and sucked him clean. He said wow...that was fantastic...and we kissed again as I thanked him. I told him I had another date and would need to leave, but if he needed anything, just ask for me on the intercom. I had to put a feminine napkin in my underwear so the other nurses would see and wet cum leaking from my ass onto my scrub pants. I straightened up and onto the next room....

Part 11: Deadline, 2066 All at once, as it seemed to Hamish, the years had flashed by, and he found his personal deadline date of 2066 looming on the calendar on New Year’s Day. He’d gone with a couple of casual friends for a major-league celebration on what he, but not they, knew would almost certainly be the last New Year’s Eve of his life. He had a wild round of New Year’s Eve sex with one of them, a stalwart 40-something guy who thought he was picking up a younger man. Which, of course, was only partly true. The older man, name of Greg, did a fine job of plowing Hamish with his cock which curved upwards to the tip and proved to be an ideal prostate buster. But when Hamish took over the top position, he gave Greg a terrific ride which involved forty-five solid minutes of fucking and two good big loads. If Greg hadn’t gotten “sort-of” dressed and staggered home in an epic walk of shame at 3:30 in the morning, he would undoubtedly have taken another load or two from Hamish later on. Hamish had finally gravitated back to Edinburgh, no doubt out of nostalgia for the time when he met Alan here and learned from him how to discover the mark of the immortal. He’d settled in an apartment off the Royal Mile and spent much time wandering around the beautiful new (to him, at least) buildings of the Castle Hill and the positively modern Georgian New Town area – barely a quarter as old as he was. His favourite hangout, though, was a sleek modern coffee bar in an old house on Cockburn Street, quite close to the site of the long-gone thatched inn where he and Alan had first bonded. Hamish would chuckle at the thought that he might still look 32 and a few months, but he was definitely acting like any senior citizen – sitting in the sunlight by a window, nursing a single cup of coffee for an hour at a time, and grumbling to himself about how young people today had no idea what really hard work was like. At busy times, the café would take your order and give you a number, and then a staff member would bring your coffee and food to your table. One morning, in February of 2066, a new staffer delivered Hamish’s order. A young man of twenty or so, with a flop of light brown hair across his forehead – and the kind of cute boyishness that in a few more years would mature into a devastatingly handsome man. Hamish looked up, smiled, and thanked him – and then sat upright, staring at the young fellow’s face, his mouth hanging open. The young man asked, “Is something wrong?” “No.” Hamish pulled himself together with an effort. “No, nothing’s wrong.” For the rest of the hour, he kept sneaking glances at the young guy whenever his back was turned. Nothing much to be seen – at least, not what he was looking for, what he was hoping – or dreading – to see. After he’d delivered Hamish’s coffee order half a dozen times over the next 2 weeks or so, the young guy (whose name was Roger) and Hamish were on first-name terms, with some casual flirtation thrown in. At last, Hamish invited Roger for dinner – and he accepted. They met at a small restaurant not too far away, and conversation flowed smoothly and easily. Hamish was chuckling inwardly at the thought that any chance onlooker might easily think he was a cradle robber – but they’d have no idea just how right they were! Hamish walked Roger home after dinner, and Roger turned to him, kissing him right there in the street. It gave Hamish the opportunity he’d been waiting for from the first moment he’d seen Roger. Sliding his hands up the back of Roger’s neck, and into his hair, he massaged the skin – and found the row of small bumps. Roger pulled away, and then took Hamish’s hand and led him upstairs. As they sat together over a glass of wine, Hamish put his arm around Roger, and decided to go for it, just like he had over a century earlier with Bobby. “How old are you, Roger?” “Twenty-one. You want to see my photo I.D.?” he replied in a smart-ass tone. Hamish just stared at him with that look on his face that said, Seriously? Roger sighed. “Okay. Actually, I’m seventy-three. How did you know?” And just like that, with a déjà vu that was so total it could have been a script in an online game, he was having “the talk” yet again with another young immortal who was still new to this life, explaining about the marks, and the thousand-year limit. In the course of that talk, he asked Roger, “So, how and when did you get turned?” Roger laughed. “It was 2014, and I was 21 years old – which is how I still appear, of course. I was playing an early vintage virtual reality game and, somehow, I got sucked right into the reality of the game and had to fight for my life against a horde of demons. I was killed. And a moment later, I was back in my room, seeing a flashing message on the screen saying, ‘Game over – you lose, Sucker! Play again? YES / NO.’ And that was not the standard end-of-game message for that game. Weird as hell. I pushed yes -- but that time I just got the normal game. It took me a few years to realize that I had stopped ageing at that point.” Hamish was thinking to himself. Just like Alan with his book of spells back in the 800s, mortals always keep getting themselves into trouble by messing with dark things which they don’t understand and don’t take nearly as seriously as they should. So far, then, this meeting was going very much like his meeting with Bobby at that first big orgy in the Hamptons back in the 1920s. But there was a difference this time, and Hamish suddenly realized as he listened to Roger going on speaking, that Roger was laying his heart bare – and for Hamish alone to hear. “Hamish, I don’t know what’s going on here, but right from the first day I met you, I just felt deep down inside that in some way we belonged together, we needed to be with each other. It’s crazy, you’re not even my type anyway, at least not to look at – but there’s this, like, magnetic pull tugging me towards you, and I’ve never felt like that with anyone before. Do you know what it is?” Hamish had a sudden wild hope in his heart of hearts that he couldn’t deny. He gazed deep into Roger’s dark grey eyes, so much like Alan’s eyes had been that the resemblance was beyond uncanny. “I know one thing for sure, Roger. It was your eyes that stopped me dead in my tracks as soon as I saw you that first day.” He took a deep breath, nerving himself to continue. “What’s your full name, Roger?” “Roger Craig Alan Thorne. Roger was for a cousin of my mother’s who died young, Craig for an uncle of my father’s.” “And Alan?” “My mum told me years later, after she and Dad divorced. She said the name Alan just came to her out of nowhere as she held me for the first time, so she persuaded my dad to add it on.” Hamish was almost beyond being able to think coherently. The revelation that this young man was immortal, the way he described the power pulling them together (which Hamish had also felt), the uncanny coincidence of the names, and especially the back story of his third name – for Hamish, it all added up to just one thing. The question was how best to explain it to Roger. “You asked what was happening. I don’t actually know, but I have a theory. To explain it, though, I have to take you back in time – a long way back. The first man I ever met who recognized me as an immortal gave me that whole speech which I just gave you – except for the part about the thousand years. He and I had a very unusual relationship. Right from the start, we began to bond with each other. We connected in so many ways, on so many levels that, in the end, our two souls pretty much became one. “Some day, I may tell you all about what happened between us, and how it affected my entire life. The point that matters right now is this: he confirmed for me that some souls do resurrect or reincarnate as a different person. Well, I haven’t died yet – but I did the math, and it might or might not be a coincidence that you were born just 150 years after he died, which was in 1843. It also might or might not be a coincidence that the café where we met is just a few metres up the street from the spot where I first met him back in the year 1311. And finally, what puts it almost beyond any chance of coincidence – for me, at least – is that you have his eyes.” Hamish paused and took a deep breath. “And his name.” “Which name do you mean?” Roger asked, although he had already guessed. “Alan. The name that ‘just came to’ your mother. His name.” “So, you’re thinking…?” “I’m thinking that you are the reincarnation of his soul, and that the bond I shared with him is now forming again with you.” “Wow. This is so much to take in at once.” “I know. The thing is, Roger, once I had to tell you about the thousand-year limit, there was no way I could leave the rest aside. It all had to come out. You have a right to know as much as I do. And if my guess is correct, as I’m sure now that it is, you’ll have exactly 150 years to wait after my time runs out and I die, before I reincarnate and come back for you.” Roger continued shaking his head, mystified and baffled in a way, but absolutely able to follow the path of logic that Hamish had sketched out. It certainly appeared to be too many coincidences to be just coincidental. He also couldn’t deny the strong force that was pulling them into each other’s orbit. As for Hamish, he was foreseeing – and dreading – the moment when he was going to have to tell Roger the most difficult part of all. At which Roger, just as Alan always used to do, leaped right to the point that was in Hamish’s mind. “Hamish, you’ve carefully avoided mentioning it, but when is your thousand years up?” Hamish took Roger’s hands in his and held them firmly. “This year.” Roger’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Roger, I got turned at the Battle of Hastings, on October 7, 1066. My time is up this fall. As soon as my thousand-year term ends, I’ll begin ageing at far more than normal speed, and will likely be gone by the end of the month, certainly by the New Year.” Hamish watched anxiously as Roger took a couple of minutes to process the implications of that one. Then, he hitched his shoulders in what Hamish already recognized as a characteristic mannerism indicating that he’d made up his mind. “Well, if we only have till October, we’d better quit wasting time, yes?” And without waiting for an answer, he stood, then took Hamish’s hand and led him to the bedroom. With his previous partners, Roger had usually just dropped his clothes quickly and gotten right down to business, but he soon found that Hamish’s more mature style of undressing each other slowly, with plenty of kissing and caressing, was absolutely right for this time, this place, this man. Once they were in bed together, Hamish proceeded to take Roger’s cock in his mouth – and there was that familiar feeling of the perfect fit, even though it was a very different size and shape from Alan’s cock. There was some special quality that made it instantly feel at home in his mouth, and Hamish took that as another proof that his guess about this whole weird situation was probably right on target. When he swung around to let Roger take him in a 69, Roger too sighed with satisfaction as soon as he had taken Hamish’s cock into his mouth. Plainly, the formation of the bond was moving on at a great pace. At first, Roger just wanted to be the top as he’d never been fucked, and Hamish was fine with that. He was content to let Roger take his time to broaden his experience. As soon as Roger entered his hole, Hamish felt it again – that perfect adjustment to the exact fit, as precise as a well-machined lock and key. For his part, Roger was feeling a level of profound satisfaction that was utterly different from the superficial excitement of his many previous encounters. He’d already accepted as gospel the idea that Hamish and he were destined for each other, and now his every movement was perfectly matched by the ideal and wonderful response from his partner. He took his time; this was too precious a moment to be wasted with fumbling around or rushing. At last, though, he felt the need to cum rising up in his balls and starting to make its way up his shaft. He speeded up the pace of his thrusts into Hamish’s beautifully muscled ass, and Hamish began squeezing his ass around Roger’s cock at a tempo that exactly matched Roger’s pumping motions. When the time came, their two orgasms were so precisely timed that Roger’s seed could easily have shot right through Hamish’s body to emerge from his cock and spray into the air. Even the pulsations of their dicks were perfectly synchronized. Within a week, they were living together. Both of them accepted as a given that they were bonding. Whether the theory about Alan reincarnating was correct or not, there was no denying the speed at which they were growing into each other’s minds and thoughts. There was also no denying the intense satisfaction and sense of wholeness that they felt every time they had sex with each other. Within a second week, Roger had given Hamish his cherry. Roger was astounded that, despite everything he’d heard from friends, there was no pain at all after the first moment of entry. Hamish’s big, thick tool nestled inside Roger’s tight ass as neatly as if it had been sculpted for him. Roger had never felt so incredibly stimulated, so deeply stirred, as he felt when Hamish plowed slowly but firmly, driving all the way inside him over and over again. He pulled Hamish down on top of him, wrapping his legs and arms around his lover’s muscled body, and urging him on with deep, powerful kisses and cries of passion. Roger was so turned on by the sensations washing through him that he actually came hands-free, not once but twice, before Hamish finally speeded up his fucking motions and flooded Roger’s no-longer-virgin ass with the first load of his life. Afterwards, they lay in each other’s arms, satiated and satisfied in a way that no previous sexual encounter of Roger’s had ever given him. When Roger got some vacation time from work, Hamish took him on a trip to see two places. A farmer’s hedgerow above the shores of the Firth of Forth was one. The burial mound was still visible, just barely, as it sank slowly under the weight of the hedgerow. This was where Hamish told Roger the entire story of Craig. Roger needed no help to recognize that the very human relationship between Craig and Hamish, while truthful and intensely, painfully real, had been entirely different from the bond which Hamish and he were nurturing. They then travelled to Finlaggan, now an established tourist attraction. The sandspit where Hamish and Alan had waded out to the islet now had a modern footbridge standing on it, wide enough to accommodate the golf cart shuttles which brought older, less agile visitors to the castle’s ruins. To Hamish’s dismay, the grave site had been opened up by archaeologists. A signboard explained that the grave was mysterious as it contained a body plainly interred in the 1800s -- yet was surrounded by artifacts dating back to the 800s. That set both of them laughing, Hamish with a silly giggle, and Roger with a dry, sardonic chuckle that Hamish recognized at once. Alan’s laugh. “At least, I know that he isn’t there anymore. The part of him that mattered the most is alive and kicking, right here beside me.” “You’re completely sure now.” “I am. The way you just laughed -- his signature laugh – that was the final proof I needed.” It was a strange year that seemed somehow to allow all the time in the world yet gave no time at all. Hamish strove to share as much of himself as possible with Roger, both consciously and through the subconscious and unconscious channels that their bond created. Back in Edinburgh, they spent as much time as possible together. Roger resigned from his job, reasoning that another one wouldn’t be hard to find when the time came. His friends all wondered where he had vanished to, but he didn’t mind. He’d already been around long enough to be used to the immortal’s routine of slipping quietly away when the questions about his unchanging youthful appearance became too pressing. Hamish grew more and more certain with the passing weeks that Alan’s soul had indeed come back and sought him out. With that certainty he equally became absolutely sure that he in turn would come back at the right time to be with Roger. His total conviction was both reassuring and infectious to Roger, who otherwise would have felt sorry for himself that this unique bond, so quickly found, should be so soon lost. But Hamish, with his long wisdom, convinced Roger that the bond would weaken but never break, and would draw his soul back to life as soon as possible. When October came, and the signs of ageing began to set in, Roger spent his every waking and sleeping hour with Hamish, trying to absorb as much of the man’s long history and wisdom as he could by every means possible. As well, he wanted – no, needed – to be with Hamish on this journey as Hamish had been with Alan before. It was a strange time, but a peaceful one. There was none of the traditional human railing against the inevitable coming of death, for Roger was now just as certain as Hamish that there was more, much more to their story than just this one year. On Christmas Day, 2066, Roger held Hamish securely in his embrace as Hamish breathed his last. But Roger knew that the story wouldn’t end there. Epilogue: 2216 Roger was always subconsciously aware of the significance of the date 2216, although he didn’t do anything foolish like counting down the days. He was more absorbed by his awareness of how much the world had changed in the century and a half since Hamish had passed away. For one thing, apart from a few stubborn holdouts, the vast majority of the world’s countries and citizens had now grown to full acceptance of varying sexual orientations and gender identities. Aside from the rapidly dwindling number of old-school cranks and faddists, any persecution of non-hetero people on sexual and gender grounds was a thing of the past. More surprisingly, the world had grown a long way into full awareness of the existence of immortals amid the planet’s population. Roger had played a significant political role in raising this awareness, earning international attention and plaudits for not only making immortals more visible, but also for making mortals more aware of the dangers of playing light-heartedly with the powers of darkness. The world’s more scientifically “enlightened” population had struggled mightily with this obvious reality, but even the oldest and most conservative scientists had been forced to accept the conclusions of long periods of rigorous scientific observation of Roger and others like him. These observations were declared concluded once the second generation of mortal scientists involved in the process had died of old age without Roger and the other immortals observed appearing to age by even a day. Throughout all this intense social awareness campaigning, Roger had never forgotten the significance of the date 2216. Even so, he didn’t at all expect what was going to happen. He felt sure that he would wait a couple of decades longer, perhaps even more, before finally confirming the truth of the theory that Hamish had developed and that he, Roger, had accepted. In the end, the entire year passed without anything untoward happening. Roger felt a brief pang of disappointment as the New Year came and went, ushering in 2217. Towards the end of February, Roger had a chance to visit a couple of friends that he’d first met 10 years earlier. Since they were completely familiar with his immortal status, and his preference for men, there were no sidewise glances and no snide comments about anti-ageing cosmetic treatments or organ enhancements. The times had indeed changed. His friends, Becky and Leo, had just brought home their premature twin sons from the hospital after nearly two months in the neonatal intensive care unit. They’d invited Roger over to have a good visit and dinner, and to meet the babies who had been born on New Year’s Eve at just about dinnertime. To his inexperienced eye, the twins looked about as repulsive as the average newborns. But he leaned over the paired cradles just the same, quietly giving out the sort of soothing sounds which adults always feel are very much the thing for young infants. One of them just lay there, eyes half closed, breathing but otherwise doing nothing much at all. The other one, though…. Roger’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. The little baby boy on the right had done something no baby of that age was supposed to be able to do. He had opened his eyes, looked right at Roger as if he were focusing on the man watching him, and raised his hand in the air, slapping at Roger’s extended hand in a first attempt at a high five. Becky and Leo both expressed surprise, as he’d never done anything so differently from his brother before. Then Roger asked, more as an idle inquiry than anything else, “What are their names?” Becky answered, “That one is John and the one who likes you is James.” “James,” Roger answered thoughtfully. “You could use the Scots versions of those names, you know. Ian and Hamish are perfectly respectable names.” Becky laughed. “Leo thinks that those names are too much hassle to be always spelling out and telling people how to pronounce them in the international world we live in now.” But Roger had already leaned over the cradle again. “Hamish… Hamish…” he said in a quiet, singsong voice. The baby opened his eyes again and smiled.

Went to my monthly fuck party...actually it was my first party in over 2 months (I had stayed away due to Omicron)...and the boys were hot and frisky...over 100 sexy gay boys fucking, sucking, and breeding all over the house. I immediately shucked my clothes: removing my "boy" Tee, but left on my fetish socks (this is where I store my lube and poppers), camo cap and harness and joined in the fun. Taking a break, I went to fill my glass with wine when I was approached by this cute, young Latin stud with a sexy smile and a twinkle in his eye...his face within inches of mine clearly showed his interest...a treasure trail led to his sizeable cock...and to my surprise, it was uncut...I luv uncut cocks!!! The stud clearly wanted to play, so away to the garage play room we went...it quickly became apparent he luved role play as much as I do...without a word being said we morphed into a "fag-Stud/Sir" head space as he ordered me to my knees and proceeded to give my throat a porn worthy face pounding: forcefully, no brutally thrusting his thick, engorged god cock deep in my throat...pushing my tonsils aside as he bottomed out, manly pubes (yes, they smelled heavenly) flush against my nose, siliva and throat/mouth juices flying everywhere, and me making animalistic sounds as my fag throat was repeatedly and brutally pounded (and yes, two days later it's still sore). After his repeated assaults against my throat, and the slapping of my ass, he ordered me into his hairy pits...snif, snif, lick...I was in pig heaven...how did he know I luv man smells...it;s better than poppers...although I used lots of them during this hot scene...then finally, after ravishing my throat repeatedly, spitting in my mouth (I luv it) and on my face, and deodorizing my entire face with his manly pit stink, he ordered me onto all fours...head down, face up and ravished my hungry fuck hole in the same fashion that he had done with my throat...I was in Pig Heaven!!!!! Opening my eyes and looking around, I saw that most of the sexual activity going on had paused as just about everyone was looking at us noisily/verbally play...just like a scene out of a TIM porn...that night one of my porn fantasies came true!!!!! And yup, I got the stud's contact info...we're already planning for part 2 at next month's party!!!!

I wanted to push my limits as a boy and try more kinky stuff, so i met a daddy online with loads of chems and a play room to push my limits. He was late 50s tall with a 9 inch cock, we start talking and arrange a meet, i knock his door really nervous i step inside and daddy grabs me and pins me down then slams me with a 1g needle of t, im instantly rushing tingling all over, he drags me to his playroom shuts the door then forcefully strips me naked then makes me snort 3 huge lines of c, then pulls his cock out and facefucks me till its hard. His cock is huge and so hard he pulls out my mouth then ties me up and says. " im gonna fuck ur hole now boy " " im a virgin your cocks to big i mumble" he laugh and pulls out another. 1g needle of t then injects it straight into my hole, im so high and helpless i can barely move, daddy gets on top of me and lines his cock up against my hole and says " boy im poz im gonna fill u withh my toxic load and make u my slave" Dontf i mumble please dont. He rams his cock deep inside me and starts thrusting me hard im moaning so loud he keeps fucking me harder and deeper, he keeps going presses his face against mine " boy im gonna abuse u take my toxic load " then shoots his load deep and floods my hole he pulls his cock out and watchs my hole drip his poz load. " good boy ur daddies boy now how are the chems " " i slurr there good im so high " Part 1

This happened about 4 years ago,I had just gotten divorced and just started to fool around with other men. I had probably had played with 2 or 3 guys before this night happened and I never PnP, and I didn't really know anything about PnP. As I said that I had recently got divorced I was 50 yrs old( a late bloomer) and had never been with another guy. I had thought about it many,many times but I never acted out on those thoughts. I am 5'6 buzzed cut 145lbs and average size cock. I had signed up on a couple hook up sites(bbrts,manhunt and adam4adam) I had some ppp00interest but the guys seemed to be to far away from me. I had received a message from this guy( I call him Steve)/on bbrts saying that he liked my profile and the couple pics I had in my profile. My profile wasn't one that stood out, it pretty much stated that I was new to the scene and that I didn't have much experience and that I was versatile and looking for guys around my age and who was patient with new guys. His profile stated that he was 6'1 about 225 muscular and that he had a above average size cock and that he was a versatile bottom and from the pictures on his profile he was definitely more than above average size cock I sent him a reply thanking him for the compliment and asked him what he was into or looking for, he replied back that he was a versatile bottom and that he likes to give oral,rim and get fucked and that he didn't get to play that much due to work. He said that he was more on the vanilla type and wasn't looking for a relationship or some passionate sex just another guy for sex. He asked me the same question, I told him that I was still new to all this so I was taking things slow and that I wasn't looking for a relationship or some kind of passionate sex as well and I wasn't into kissing. I had mentioned that I had only been with 2 or 3 other guys and mostly it was giving and or receiving oral,also because I was still new to all this I haven't been able to take a cock down my throat or even close to touching the back of my throat because I had gag reflex. Steve said that he could relate as he had the same issue when he first started playing with guys,he said that it took lots of practice but once he learned he said that it felt good especially when a guy would hold his head and fucked his mouth and throat. He also said that he still has trouble taking a big cock down his throat and then he asked me if I wanted to feel a cock down my throat? I told him that if or when the time came and that I was ready to take a cock down my throat I wouldn't mind trying it,he said how would you like the guy to fuck it(slow and somewhat deep,or fast and rough) I said that I never really thought about it,he stated that he likes it fast,hard and deep. So I asked him why did he want to hookup and asked if he could host as at that moment I was staying with a friend and that I couldn't host and I said that if we were to meet up that I probably wouldn't be able to handle his cock(he had told me that he was close to 8×5" and pretty thick) he said that he was cool with that most guys have the same issue. He said that he was looking to meet up the upcoming weekend (so like in 4 days) and that he rather host as he has a playroom that had a sling and some other things in there that usually makes the night more fun(such as not many but some toys,a rim seat, some leather items a fucking bench and a most recently new fucking machine) that still hasn't been used. He said that he set it all up and when he turned it on to see how it worked he was shocked at how fast it could go. I told him that I would have to get back to him as I wasn't sure what my work schedule was like for that weekend, for the next day or two we exchanged a few messages(I should have seen the few red flags that had popped up but I didn't) in those few messages he had asked or mentioned things about wanting to be with a guy who likes to get used by multiple men he thought it would be hot to watch a guy get fucked in both holes and see the guy take all the loads no matter what. He asked if I ever thought about anything like that and I said I had a few fleeing thoughts yes but I couldn't see myself being in a situation like that or not able to have control, that I needed to have control,then he asked me if I PnP? I asked him what did he mean, with that replied he knew that I didn't PnP and really didn't know what PnP meant. He said that some guy like to use some type of drug while playing with other guys(most of the guys use Tina,G and other stuff) because it tends to get guys more hornier and that the sex can get more wild depending on how they are doing the drugs. He told me Tina was meth and some guys either will smoke it,booty bump it or will shot it up and G was like the date rape drug. But it definitely intensifies the sex drive and that it only takes a very small amount of it. From what I was gathering he must have PnP so I asked him and he said that he did it once and really didn't like it(which was a complete lie and from what he had told me about the other things as well were lies which you will soon find out.) I had told him that it was something that I wasn't looking to do or even try and he said that he understood and the night before we were going to meet up he said that his roommate might be there but I didn't have anything to worry about as he usually stays in his room. I was kinda hesitant about having someone else around even if he was going to be in a different room but I didn't say anything about it. So the day of meeting up I took my shower and prepared myself for the night. I grabbed a light lunch and left the house about 6. I had a good hour and a half drive. It was in the middle of January and that the weather might call for snow but only a light coating and as I started driving a half hour into the drive the snow started to come down and when it did it was coming down fast and hard I couldn't see 5 ft in front of me so I slowed down thinking it was just a snow squall. The longer I drove it seemed like the snow was intensifying, I pulled into the rest stop and texted Steve and told him about the snow and that I was thinking about heading back home. But I was closer to his place then mine and asked if the snow gets any worst could I stay there. He said that there wasn't any snow there but if I needed to spend the night there I could do I told him I would come. I got to Steve's house shortly before 8pm and there was no snow. I rang the bell and Steve opened the door he looked as he had described himself we walked into the living room and there were 4 other guys in there, Steve introduced me to the 1st who was his roommate and his name was Craig the other 3 guys were his roommates friends and their names were Shawn,Pete and Derek they all had beers in their hands. While I was being introduced Steve asked if I wanted anything to drink I said sure. I was offered a beer,water or a bottle of Gatorade I said that Gatorade was fine. I walked into the kitchen with Steve and he handed me the bottle of Gatorade and Steve said that he got home late and that I could wait in his room or in the living room while he went to take a quick shower, I really didn't want to just sit in his room while he was showering and I didn't want to sitting in the living room with the other guys who I had just met but I really didn't have a choice so I said I would wait in the living room. As I was waiting and was having small talk with the other guys and drinking the Gatorade, it seemed like Steve was taking a long time in the shower I must have been sitting there for a good half hour and I had just finished off the 32 oz of the Gatorade and I started to feel different the guys seemed to be mumbling and that was the last thing I remembered. When I finally got around to opening my eyes I was in this semi dark room and heard some movement and voices and I heard someone say he's coming around once my eyes had got adjusted I saw 5 figures around the room and a voice in my left ear saying it's about time you woke up we have been waiting for you when I turned to see who was talking in my ear it was Steve standing there and he was completely naked and his cock was inches from my faces. I tried to get up and I couldn't move my legs or my arms, that's when I realized that my wrist and ankles were tied to this sling as it moved when I tried to get up. I said ok guys serious jokes over untie my wrist and ankles and then it had hit me this cold breeze as I realized that not only had I been tied up in the sling but I was completely naked, as I told Steve to untie me I saw the other 4 guys start making their way towards me and was in shock and realized that I had made a big mistake the 4 other guys were not only completely naked but they were loud and drunk and what I saw next had me struggling to get out of the sling at least 3 of them guys had the biggest and thickest cocks I have ever seen. Shawn and Pete had to be at least 12" long and almost as thick as the beer can he had in his hand and Derek was even bigger and thicker then them two and that was when they were only semi hard. As I was staring in shock I remember Steve saying don't worry bye the end of the night you will not only be taking all our cocks but you will be taking them all the way down your throat. Then Keith came over and said to Steve I think we should start off with a small amount and Steve said no I think he'll be fine with what we do and Keith said you sure and Steve said just hand it to me. As I saw Keith hand him a tourniquet and a needle and said no please don't do this as Steve told Derek to untie my left wrist and hold onto my arm so he can get me ready to have some fun as Derek untied my wrist I went to pull away but Derek held onto my arm tight and positioned it so Steve was able to put the tourniquet on my arm and pulled it tight and started to feel around for a vein it didn't take long before he found one and said oh perfect I begged him not to do it but it was like I wasn't even there the next thing I felt was this sharp stab and then I felt the tourniquet being undone and started to cough and this warm rushing feeling running through my entire body as my ears rang and I remember hearing ok guys let's join him and as I was feeling all this the other guys seemed to be doing themselves as well when the 1st guy was done he had made his way over to me and it was Shawn and when he made his way over to me his cock was hard as a rock and even bigger and thicker than before as he was jerking it off saying it looks like you don't get hard like us when you slam as he reached down and started to touch my limp cock and said it's ok you won't be using your cock as much as they would be as he started to rub his cock on my mouth and lips leaving a thin trail of pre cum on my lips saying that he is going to be the 1st guy to fuck my mouth and throat as he moved behind me and untied something on the sling and I felt my head start to go down and before I knew it my head was hanging off the sling and in between Shawn's legs and his big and thick cock in his hand as he pointed the head of his cock down towards my mouth as he said to Steve can I start and he said he's all yours as I felt something wet being going in my ass hole and Steve saying he here for their own sexual pleasure and that they can do whatever they want to and that they had at least another 2 hours before everyone else shows up I felt something being pushed into my hole and started to burn as Shawn started to push his cock into my mouth. Then Steve looking at me as he stood between my legs that were spread wide open and I felt him rubbing the head of his cock on my hole and saying that not only were the 5 of them are going to use any hole as they want to but so are the other guys who show up as he lifted his arm up and held a video camera and saying that we were live and that there was a message saying that anyone in or around the area we were at was more than welcome to come by and join the party and from the replies he saw that there were a few guys already making a comment on coming over and he had just started the live view so he knew it was going to be a good night

As a small skinny male I flash I’m Gay All the time. I have my nose ring in wear low cut jeans tight tee-shirts to show my nipple rings and thank you, Mom, for giving me your round bubble butt.

On Sniffies one night, I found this really cute slim 18 yo, Latin college student near me. He was sweet and easygoing and wanted to fuck me with condoms despite my reassurances of being STI free and on PreP. We decided to fuck in my car cuz he had a test to take later that night. His 6.5" dick turned out to be 7.5" which normally is good but I usually prefer closer to average. His curved down which made sucking him easy to deep throat but not as easy to bottom for. He eventually started fucking me with a condom. I don't like condoms because they honestly hurt me. I need it super wet or I will get fissures. After 10 minutes of condom sex, my hole couldn't take it anymore and said I can't fuck with the condom anymore, saying that while laying on my back legs in the air. He pulled it off and asked if I was clean. After I said yes, he stuck it back in without question. He came hard inside me after 5 hard thrusts. I could feel every pulse. He really came hard to the point he didn't want me to move for a minute to catch his breathe. Young and hung guys right?

I took my last load an hour ago. I went to the bathhouse last night. Took a total of 12 loads. 4 loads were from the same top. That guy really fucked me hard. I went to his place afterwards and fucked also with his hubby. His hubby is versa and he came back from cruising parks and parkinglots. His ass was full with cum as well. His ass was a bit sore and he wanted to fuck me as well. He unloaded his ass in my hole. The two of them fucked me for a hour and both shot their load in my ass. We fell asleep around 5 am. Suddenly I woke and felt the hubby was eating my hole and sucking the cum. I unloaded my hole in his mouth. He gave me half of it and we both swallowed. I love the taste of cum. He and his hubby fucked me and loaded my ass again. I am very happy with the result. I took a total count of 16 loads in my ass.

Chapter 17 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 The Kid was helped up and after he was able to stand guys were looking. Here was a Kid that looked like a teenager that had been slammed, given who knows how many booty bumps, Had multiple chem piss load shot up his ass and down his throat, and had a raging 7” boner. This Kid was truly a gem. A guy said “ You can get even if you want, rape that Pig’s asshole. With that the Kid walked over and gave the Pig a couple hard swats on the ass cheeks. He grabbed the plug and twisted it some. The Pig stared to say something then stopped. I guess he figured that telling someone to stop would only make it worse. He was right. The Kid reached under the Pig to feel his cock, he looked surprised and said “ You sure this is a guy? I don’t feel a cock ?” We all laughed at that. The Kid asked “ Can I fuck him? “. Everyone started saying yes, and piss in him if you can. The Kid reached for the plug and tugged on it. He said “ Feels like it is stuck “. Someone said “ Rip out of the Pigs hole “. With that the Kid grabbed it and pulled it hard. It popped out of the hole and left it gaping. The Kid looked around and got a devilish smile on his face. He reach over to a pile of shards, grabbed a big one and with two fingers he thrust it up the Pigs open drooling hole. The pig didn’t say much at first then that well known burn hit him. Even stretched and abused as his ne cunt was he could feel it. He went up and all he said was “ FUCK ! “ the Kid replied with “ If you insist “. He shoved his cock in the Pig’s ass. The Kid said “ He is really loose, my girl friends cunt is tighter than this”. The Kid stated piston fucking the Pig. He had a got rhythm going when he said I can’t get off, he is to loose. Someone walked up behind and put four fingers in the Pig’s cunt with the Kid’s cock. The Kid said “ Oh yeah. That is much better “. The Kid started breathing harder and then said “ Take my load you sexless Pig”. The thrust forward and stayed still. The guy with the fingers up the pig also said “ I can feel him shooting in the Pigs ass, He is really throbbing hard, filling him up “. I knew that between the party a couple weeks ago and tonight the kid was probably shooting a toxic load up the Pig’s ass. I was hoping that this would be the first of many conversions that the Kid could own. The Kid pulled out and you could see the cum running down the Pigs legs. He was a mess. We untied the Pig and he started up the steps. He hesitated for a moment looking back, someone told him to go to the showers and get cleaned up. The also said “ There is a guy up there named Frank. He will be in the dark area. If you need more look for him, he will take care of you “. I didn’t know Frank was still alive or there for that much. The Kid saw me and my friend and came over, knelt down in front of us and stared taking turns sucking our cocks. He looked up at me and said “ I hope your still going to invite me to your next party .” All I thought was, are you kidding? Your training is not quite done yet. I said “ You still have a bit to learn, and yes, you will be invited “. I shot my last load of the night down the Kid’s throat. I got cleaned up in the showers and I thought I heard the Pig moaning but I wasn’t sure. I headed home for the night, it was already past 4am. I checked the Kid later in the week and asked him how it went after I left. He said he never came again but got several more loads up his ass and left the bath house at about 5m the next day. At least that is what time he thought it was. He said that it got slow and no one wanted to play anymore. All the guys there were older bottoms and that he was tired and couldn’t get off anymore. He did say he blew on more load up a guy’s ass but he had no idea who it was. He said that hi girl friend came back in town and the first night she was over they fucked all night. I told him to let me know in a couple weeks I he wanted to come to the next party, he said he wanted to and would check with me for the day and time. I thought there might be a couple things to try on him yet. The End I hope everybody has enjoyed this segment of the Kids story.

As an alpha top I like to leave you with something to remember... I love to hear pain in my bottom's voice. Any others like to hurt bottoms or any Bottom's love the pain?

I'll try to make this short and quick so that all of you will read it. I made a big mistake. I started talking to a hot poz guy (Ben) online; and he told me how lonely he was and that all he wanted to do was cuddle with someone. I felt sorry for him. And he was very handsome so I decided to take him up on his offer. He promised he wouldn't do anything that I didn't want to do. I still can't believe how quickly things changed. He was spooning me. And I told him he could take his underwear off since I had mine on. I couldn't believe how big his cock felt pressed against me. I felt around with my hand and grabbed at his cock through his underwear to confirm he was as big as it felt. It was massive! Well, I kinda messed up. Since I grabbed at his dick, I think he assumed that it was okay to take off his underwear. He asked if I could spit on my hand and jerk him off. I thought that seemed safe and I won't lie. I wanted to touch his dick. So, I spit on my hand and started jerking on him. God damn, he was so fucking big! I kept adding more spit because he seemed to breath heavier the wetter his dick became. "You want this?" he asked me. I didn't think he really meant it. I thought he was just teasing me and I just kinda answered it reflexively, "Fuck yeah! I want it." Next thing I know, Ben positions me on my side and I thought we were gonna start spooning again. But, then I feel his thick cock head poking around my hole. "What are you doing?!" I asked him as I started to panic. I just kinda froze. Everything happened so fast. And as his cock found his way inside me, it felt incredible. So wet and so hard! I started to realize what was happening then. HE WAS FUCKING ME! This isn't right. I can't let this happen. I try to tell him to stop. But, I can't make the words out. The internal conflict I felt was insane. I WANT THIS! said one part of me. HE NEEDS TO STOP! screamed the other part. All I could do was let out moans, though as he continued to plunge it into me. FUCK YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME! .... No wait, don't fuck me. FUCK ME !!! Finally, I was able to say "warn me before you come" and I felt proud and relieved that I started to regain control. Those feelings barely lasted for a second though. Because then he blurted out a moment later, "I'm gonna cum!" I felt an even more intense jab. And I just assumed he knew to pull out. It felt too intense though and I shot my load as he drilled in somehow deeper than before. I felt his throbbing cock and soon realized he was cumming up in me. Oh shit! Before I could say anything, he pulled out. But, it was too late. He already pumped a poz load deep inside me. :-( So .. please learn from this. Don't let this happen to you! Don't cuddle with hot poz guys. It's too hard to say no once it starts. And then once you get it, you want it again. I didn't want to kick him out of my bed. And so, I woke up to him pounding my hole again a few hours later. And I still couldn't say no. So, be careful!

My biggest regret goes back to 1975 when, under the belief that I needed a sponsor to start my 'modeling' career, I found myself at a private party full of famous (British) names and faces in the Chelsea district of London, England which was in reality a sex slave auction. The man who set things up didn't mention that beforehand, and I only learned it when a guest by the name of Freddie Mercury told me about it. The organizer confirmed it quite nonchalantly and told me he already had a bid of 30,000 pounds UK but expected the winning bid to be over 100,000 pounds UK once the foreign buyers arrived, another surprise to me because it never occurred to me that I might end up somewhere like Epstein's island or a Turkish brothel, especially when he also informed me that I would be a literal slave for one full year, or as he worded it "You'll do whatever the fuck you're told to do". The thought of being an 18 year old fuck-toy for a year for one person's use seemed okay to me but before being slutted out in a foreign country really didn't appeal to me because I was almost exclusively a top back then, so having to be open to all cummers all day every day with no means of escaping until my contract was fulfilled made me decide that the cost of getting into modeling wasn't worth it and so I found a way to sneak out and get away as fast as I could. Nowadays although I still love topping I also love being bred by guys who I find attractive, but at the age of 18 overweight middle aged men in expensive business suits using me any way they wanted just repulsed me. I often wonder where life would have taken me if I'd allowed myself to be auctioned off and completed my one year contract. My share of 100,000 pounds UK in 1975 is around $900,000 in 2022 money, even if I never did get into a genuine modeling career. I could even have got back on the auction block a few times and possibly saved enough to retire in my 20s. The decision to sneak away left me working my butt off in the British Army acting as 'straight' as I could and basically becoming a cocksman, taking full advantage of my appeal to women of all ages, and enjoying the attention of both MILFs and high school age girls - all just to cover my true sexuality. If I'd been auctioned and made top dollar for just one year my share of my earnings (less my agent's fees, etc) I'd have had more money in my bank account as I made in 11 years of service, so I guess my regret is chickening out at the last minute.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_m2mLRjvEVywR I'd love for him to open me up and breed me with this!

I notice that you're in the UK. Perhaps you could familiarize yourself with your nation's recent (less than a century's worth) history - noting too difficult - zeroing in on 1938, when the PM of your nation was similarly mind-fucked into peddling "Peace in our Time" stupidity, completely used by a dictator with delusions of grandeur. Your own nation paid the price, mostly on it's east coast, for trusting in a vapid, myopic, dull and foolish leader then, just as we have come close to today, and may yet reap the whirlwind of a breathtakingly stupid phony "leader" in the US. Since there was no 45th "President" of the United States - only a con-man with the cleverness of any circus-barker - installed in that Office, no wonder the dictator of Russia thought that he could attempt to restore the faded, tattered "glory" of the USSR. You have received valid and useful information from an intellectually capable and honest member of this site above, namely Mr. BootmanLA. Please consider it carefully, and do what you can to emulate his careful scrutiny of facts. Thank you.

Is there another chapter coming? Impatiently waiting here 😛😈

I don't understand the endless haggling. Insurance is only one way to get PrEP at no out-of-pocket cost. Long ago I mentioned many different solutions. Medicaid was brought up because one commentator from a state that has expanded Medicaid probably meets the income criterion. Very low income earners in states that have not expanded Medicaid can use one of Gilead's two patient assistance programs. One program, in which any privately insured person at any income level can enroll with a 5-minute phone call, used to be helpful for paying copayments, coinsurance and deductibles, when those still applied to PrEP care. That program is no longer of much use, due to the preventive care mandate and to the shift, by virtually all insurers, from covering brand-name Truvada to covering generics. But the other Gilead program pays the full cost of Truvada for people who are not insured. This program has an income limit, so an application is required. Because these clients are uninsured, there's no insurer to force generic substitution. The program works specifically because the prescriber writes "dispense as written", requiring brand-name Truvada, whose cost is then paid entirely. The same Gilead program also pays the full cost of Descovy (usually prescribed in case a prescriber finds that a patient cannot use Truvada). As I mentioned in the Apretude thread, ViiV, the manufacturer of the new PrEP injectable, has the same dual structure for its patient assistance programs. Just as with Gilead, ViiV will pay the full cost of Apretude for an uninsured, low-income patient. (And before we get fixated on testing costs, Apretude requires much less initial and ongoing safety-related testing than Truvada or Descovy, and HIV and STI tests are available for free or for a very low cost from public health departments and community clinics all over the country.) Please stop perpetuating the myth that there's no way for some particular groups to afford PrEP. And if you want PrEP but believe you can't afford it, go to your county health department or to a community clinic and ask for (federally funded) "PrEP navigation" services. Navigators know all of the options I've mentioned, and more. Please, don't play any further part in discouraging people from seeking available help getting PrEP!

One could make the argument that it was a Russian invasion of the United States - inserting itself as it did into our electoral process through attempts to manipulate the voting public - that installed Trump to begin with. The fact that Trump hopped around Putin like an organ-grinder’s monkey at every opportunity is ample evidence that Russia could consider that “mission accomplished”.

Greetings from chile. ive never had been bred in my life so 1 month ago I went on Prep and today i decided i was ready to be bred. I went to a internet cafe and found a chilean handsome top who wanted to fuck with condom. We didnt have any so he decided to go and find one with no success. Lucky me he couldnt resist and fucked me bare and then he came in me. After that i stayed in the booth and waited for the cum to go out Ive never been so horny, its was a big load. 1 hour ago i open grindr and a hot hung venezuelan top hit me and invited me to his place. Beautifuuull cock omg. He didnt ask for a condom and went bare all the way, after 10 min he cum in me. 2 loads in 1 day is the way i debuted. Its heaven, now i get why bottoms crave to be bred

I usually go in a sex binge when travelling. Every time I visit a new country or city, I try to fuck as many guys as possible. For me sex and travelling are inseparable. It's like trying the local cuisine of a new place.

Fuck buddies can be fun 😉 All the parts were written before I started posting so I guess ya'll will just have to wait to find out what happens with Ric's relationships, LOL. It won't be long. Only a few parts left...

yes I like to feel like I’m getting gang raped. I love it when I can tell the men fucking me are trying to hurt me. l dont want to have to ask the stranger breeding me to strangle me harder. I want men to hate fuck me, spit in my face, strangle men unconscious and tell me what a dirty, worthless faggot whore I am while they use me

[think before following links] https://biguz.net/watch.php?id=3282262&name=more-black-cock-up-my-ass-bareback

You are the type of bottom I like to play with- my ex was like that- I don’t think he was “into” pain - but he was into submission - (one time he was even the one to talk pause our activity so he could go into the other room to get the riding crop) but mostly I would abuse his nips during sex - he would whimper but not ask me to stop Even more fun was the next morning- when his nips would be really tender- it always got me rock hard again to just gently play with his nips and hear him whimper and ask me to stop but at the same time be spreading his legs

I used to have a client in Dallas that I would often visit. I'd usually check into Midtowne from Fri noon til Sun noon, usually in the sling room. Last time I was in Dallas I went to Club D and it was a hot time. I was walking around and a bear had his door open, was standing up and pawing his cock. I got on my knees and walked to him, letting him replace his hand with my throat. While he was using my throat someone came up behind me and started fingering my (already lubed) hole. I couldn't see him at the time but turns out he was a stocky 30s black guy. They moved me to the bed and started tag teaming me, not quiting until they had both emptyied into me. The bear kicked us out but the black guy dragged me around for a while, making out with me in the sauna and mounting me there and near the pool. Good times.

he stealthed the condom off.... [think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_n5de4suW7jXm

I jumped in the car and immediately noticed a wall with a door behind the front seats covering up the back, “where you headed to faggot?” What did he just call me? Wasn’t he calling me cute earlier? “Umm. Just a few blocks up is my house” I replied He started driving and after a couple minutes he asked if I could hand him a water bottle from the back of the van through the door behind the seats “Just go to the back of the van and get me a water bitch it’s the least you could do for me driving you home” My head responded with “Yes sir” before I could even process a different response, I opened the door and stepped through the back half of the van, it was almost pitch black because it had no windows, upon walking through I felt something come up behind me and grab me by my neck, but the van kept going, I tried to see what was choking me and pinning me down and i saw another man around the same age as sam except much bigger in both height and weight, im 5’4 and this second man was around a whole foot taller than me so me fighting back probably wasn’t the best idea but I still did it. SMACK “dumb little bitch really think you can get me off you?” he was on top of me at this point strangling me and slapping me. I was on the edge of tears, “Sam pull the van over so we can use this whore” “yeah yeah yeah I’m pulling into the alley now” As soon as the van stopped the man in the back grabbed me by my hair and shoved his cock down my throat, I have a really bad gag reflex and this sudden violence in my throat made me vomit on my abusers cock “What a fucking bitch, you’re dressed like that and can’t even throat a cock?” SMACK My eyes were full of tears, my throat was being raped, there was vomit on my cute shirt, and now Sam came into the back. They ordered me on all fours and Sam got behind me, the man who’s name I didn’t know but was abusing my throat went on for another 5 minutes while Sam was touching, slapping, and licking my ass, finally my rapist took his cock out of his mouth and lifted up his shirt to show me a tattoo on his chest “Do you know what this tattoo is bitch?” I responded “a scorpion? Um.. It’s your favorite animal?” He laughed at me when I said this SMACK ”do you really not know you stupid slut? it means I’m POZ, both Sam and I are poz breeders” before I could respond Sam shoved his dick in me, the only lube being his spit from when he was rimming me, it hurt so bad and I’m not used to having anything other than fingers in me “Wait…. fuck…. Ouch… stop…. doesn’t poz mean….. owwwww fuck… doesn’t that mean you have… hiv…” Sam grabbed my hair and pulled it closer to him as he was fucking me “That’s right bitch. And you’re gonna take both our fucking loads” To be continued

------- 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 ))

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

My very first fuck was bare but it nearly wasn't. Before I met the guy I told him I wanted him to use a condom and he was fine with it but the closer we got to meeting the more I wanted him to cum in my ass so I asked him if he'd go bareback and he said that's fine. I loved taking his load in my ass, it felt so natural and just so slutty that I've never used a condom in over 10 years of gay sex

In MY experience, a top reacts better to a relaxed hole upon entry and a tighter hole as he pulls out. I've got pretty good muscle control. I call it my milking move. It also helps to get those last drops out of him after he shoots. I'll always spin around and lick him off after though. Love that too.

I don't think that is correct, @BootmanLA My understanding (based on personal experience) is that there is at least some ACA subsidy for all incomes less than 400% of the Federal poverty level, for people who aren't enrolled in Medicaid. Those subsidies cover most of the premium cost for "silver tier" plans at incomes below about 120% of the FPL, and special plans area also available that reduce co-pays, deductibles, and out-of-pocket maximums to the insured.

Some times it’s best to walk around naked with a towel over your shoulder

My uncle popped my cherry a when I was 16, and yes no condom. I still fool around with a lot of married men, and no condoms, they don't want it. I view it to be more natural. It is, and the point of spreading your legs for a man, you ask to be seeded. I like having loads in me, not rubbers.

Generally I find (your mileage may vary) that people pick a spot on this spectrum based on their current circumstances and stay there unless the circumstances change. That is, Joe and Tom are monogamous until they agree they're not any more. Bob and Phil decided to be "monogamish" and they interpret that as they're free to have a casual fling with a stranger now and then, but it's one-off and not with friends. Fred and Mark are similar except they only allow each other to play when they're apart - one of them is traveling, the other home, and nobody talks about it when they're back together. John and Roy are polyamorous - there's nothing "casual" allowed, no rando fucking, but they date other people, either together or separately, as part of a larger extended family. Steve and Gene are a couple but they have no pretensions to monogamy or even monogamish or polyamory; they're each other's primary partner but sex with anyone else is fine, repeats or not. In other words, you choose where you want to be along the spectrum and work it out with your partner; you don't have to work your way from one end to the other. That's something the two of you have to decide for yourselves. As a general rule, if the lines are reciprocal (you both follow the same rules), then it defaults to what the "less open" person is willing to allow. That can be anywhere from "you can flirt but no touching" to "it's okay to fuck someone else". But you have to set the rules down, rather than assume you and he are on the same page. Note that you don't HAVE to have reciprocal lines. For instance, you might be fine with him sexting with someone but not actually meeting up. He might not want you to sext with someone else. As long as you are both comfortable with a rule that isn't exactly even, that's okay. Again, that's something you have to work out for yourselves. Some people have rules like "Not if we're both in town." Sometimes it's "Not if we're both at home - no bringing a guy home while I'm here, and no leaving me here alone to go out for a fuck". Sometimes it's "Not if we already have plans for something". Some of my friends just say "X guy wants to fuck me, I'll be back in an hour or so" as they leave the house and the partner's only response is "Try not to wake me up when you come in, I'm turning in early". Some couples like the "after" discussion, some don't. Some may think they can handle it but can't once they actually start to hear about it. If you've agreed that it counts, yes. I'd say by default it counts as a violation of monogamy, but whether it is a problem for monogamish people is for them to decide based on what they think about outside sex in general. By being a good husband at heart. I'm assuming based on this question that you think you're more interested in non-monogamy than he might be, or that at least he's got more qualms about it. One way to be reassuring is to agree that at any point, the other partner can declare the relationship closed again, at least temporarily, while you work out issues between you. And then honor that - if he says "we need to close this down", you agree - cancel pending trick dates, let guys know you're off the market again for now. That doesn't mean you have to stay forever like that; but that's a good test for him as to whether he can accept non-monogamy, and a good test for you as to whether you can give up other guys completely if that's what's important to this guy.

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.

Chapter 8 The Kid was wired and was shaking with the drugs and excitement of the moment The kid got off me and walked over to his room. The other guy followed him, poking a finger up the kids ass while he walked. He asked the kid if he liked what he was doing an the kid replied “ Yes Sir. I did “. The guy said if he wanted more like that follow him to the basement. All the time he as playing in the kids ass. The kid was whimpering with the great feeling in his ass and was trying to hesitate going there. The guy kept his fingers working the Kids ass and stared sucking on his cock, at the same time he pushed anther finger up the kid and with his free hand stared squeezing the kids balls. The Kid said “ Oh yes. I want more “. The kid was hooked and ready for the basement. Not even 2 hours and the Kid actively wanted the basement. This was going better than I thought. I got a message from my friend saying he was getting a room and asking what was going on. I filled him in and sad the Kid was heading to the basement. My friend replied “ Already ?” all I replied is “ Yep “. I walked up to the front to tell the guys up there where we would be when they had their break. One of them went to the Board and changed the room number to basement. This Kid was going to het fucked until the sun came up tomorrow. I went down to the basement. It was setup to me a Super Play room. It had a St Andrews cross, A couple fuck benches, some seats and a couple benches that I have seen guys take double penetrations on. It also had some partitions with glory holes and two really nice slings. One has restraints built in. Guys usually brought all sorts of toys to use on each other. There was the normal container of condoms and one with latex gloves. It had red lights and was dark and took me a couple minutes to adjust to the dark. When I did I saw guys sitting around. Some passing a pipe around while other were sucking or fucking each other. I saw the Kid being led around by a leash attached to a collar. This was something new. He was being paraded around and the guy leading him I recognized him as a dealer and one of the most deviant guys to walk on this planet. He was from Germany and brought several ideas on how to train a guy into anything. He was introduced to the crowd as the teenager that wanted to experience every despicable sex act that exists. The Kid was being inspected like a piece of meat, or a breeding mare at an auction. He looked to be younger than ever, I am sure the guys thought they had a high school kid. I saw a whisp of a cloud come out of the kids mouth, I figured he had already hit a pipe. They led the Kid over to the Sling with the restraints. He had a smile on his face as he climbed into it. They helped him get settled and then began tying off the kids arm and legs. His legs formed a Nice V and his arms were stretched out and up. The way this sling was setup there was a wide strap that came around the stomach and held the victim in place. The legs could also be adjusted to be pulled over the head of the person to expose the ass more. The Kid was ready to have his ass bred and wrecked by the most degenerate guys to walk the planet.

---- **Story Catch-up** At this point in our story… Loads in Nico: 5 Studs who've used Nico: Omar (boyfriend) x2, Omar's stepbrother Luciano ("Lucho"), Anon Bear, Anon Troll Grandpa ---- CH5 - "Freshly Gang-Raped Teen Now Ready for Sharing" "It's time to put some poz cock in this whore, boys," the towering, muscular demi-god of a man -- the apparent ringleader of this group of anonymous studs -- invited. The troll and the bear having already made their cummy contributions to Nico's DNA-filled pussy caressed each other's slackened dicks which were still wet with cum juice fresh from Nico's insides. Nico felt overtaken by fear when he heard the demi-god say, "poz cock." Nico began wishing for Omar to burst into the apartment and rescue Nico. A new stranger stepped forward from the corner of the room and approached Nico's muscled ass. He was a pale, bespectacled man of the most average averageness. "I don't want HIV, Sir," Nico pled uselessly, knowing full well that this group of twisted, anonymous rapists would likely find pleasure in his protest. The demi-god laughed and lowered his face right in front of Nico and stared into Nico's blindfold as though peering right through it. Just inches from Nico's mouth, the demi-god whispered sternly, "Who the fuck do you think cares what you want, whore?" The demi-god slapped the side of Nico's face with a crisp thwack. Nico gasped like a useless faggot. "Poz him," the demi-god instructed the others as he stood upright. The average man who had stepped forward from the corner grasped his engorged 6" cock and slid it immediately into Nico's open, cum-filled pussy without a word. Nico's face pressed into the mattress as the newest stranger to enter him pressed against Nico's plump ass cheeks. "God, so fucking wet in there," he muttered as the five-load cum mixture inside Nico basted the man's raw cock. "He's neg?," the man asked as he slowly removed his cock fully out of Nico's hole and took in the strong fragrance of cum that wafted up from Nico's exposed fuck hole and the stranger's now cum-glazed cock. The stranger slid his dick back in easily, facing no resistance from Nico's outer sphincter and gliding against the cum-slick walls of the teen jock's used fuckchute. Nico felt the pleasing sting of yet another raw cock entering his hole after having already been thoroughly used by four men before the stranger that was now inside him. "Neg and still in high school," the demi-god replied. The average man's cock swelled inside Nico's used hole. "Oh fuck, I'm going to poz him good then," the man muttered breathily as his fucking picked up pace and as his toxic precum began dribbling indistinguishably into the pool of cum inside Nico's rectum. Nico simply listened in silence, gripped with fear at how far out of control this night had gotten for him, unable to formulate a strategy other than just to lie there and let these strangers finish raping him. The average man began fucking Nico harder and harder. Nico tried to detach himself from his fear and instead focused on the feeling in his hole. Nico let out a heaving sigh. "Poz the fucking whore," a voice said. This pushed the average man over the edge. He felt a surging orgasm coming on, and his raw cock began gushing deep into Nico's guts. "That's right, knock that pussy up," said one of the others. Just as the average man began sliding his cock out of Nico's cum-frothed hole, the fourth stranger stepped forward, almost pushing the average top aside and clearing the way for him to plant his cock deep in Nico. "That's right. Looks like you need more toxic cock in you, faggot." The fourth stranger gripped his thick 8" cock in the darkness and immediately plunged it raw into Nico without warning. Nico moaned in a way that sounded as much like pleasure as pain as the stranger's eight-incher pressed hard against Nico's second hole. "Oh fuck," Nico let out faggily, now beginning to realize that as much as his hole had already been feeling used and raw, that there were yet still more dimensions to the feeling as each new raw dick pummeled his insides further. His cummy pussy was passing the point of feeling simply used to feeling completely fucked out. It was a discomfort that Nico found so satisfying that he began panting and moaning with more vigor and frequency. Rapist #4 continued slamming his eight-incher into the well-fucked jock's hole, striking up a symphony of viscously cum-gloppy sperm churning. A large puddle of cum began to form on the blanket underneath Nico's ass opening. "Give the faggot your strain," one of the other strangers encouraged. Nico's mind ricocheted between the fear of being raped full of the virus that causes AIDS and the wondrous feeling of pain-pleasure in his now trashed pussy as yet another rapist pleasured himself raw inside the young jock. "I'm gonna pump your ass so full of AIDS juice, boy, you're gonna taste it in your mouth," rapist #4 said as he pulled the young jock's pelvis back onto his raw dick in rhythmic synchrony with each forward thrust of his cock. This pulling and releasing motion had the effect of magnifying the force of each dick-slamming against Nico's second hole. Nico's moaning became progressively louder. Rapist #4 could sense a degree of cooperation with the rhythm of his fucking. Rapist #4 continued slamming his fat cock into Nico's loose, cumsloppy jock hole until finally -- finally -- he felt Nico's second hole give way. Suddenly the rapist's thick dickhead pressed with force through Nico's second opening. "Ow, ow, ow, ah, ah, fuuuuuuuuuuck," Nico cried out. "He's just pain signaling," the demi-god said matter-of-factly. "Don't let it stop you," he offered to the rapist whose raw poz dick was deep inside the guts of the suffering, cum-filled 18 year-old. "Oh, I know," Rapist #4 replied, holding his dick in place. "I just pierced it's second hole, and that's exactly where I want my strain to enter." Without intending to do so, Nico's second hole began to loosen around the poz cock inside him, setting off a wave of pleasure in his rapist that would soon culminate in orgasm. "You deserve AIDS, faggot." Rapist #4's torso shuddered as his cock released a gushing, toxic load deep into Nico's intestines. Nico moaned but said nothing as his mind was consumed with the thought that he had just taken multiple raw, viral loads from his rapists. He felt unmoored, not sure what to think or what he was feeling -- except that he felt full. The pressure of his fourth rapist's raw cock inside his abdomen was as unbearable as it was immensely satisfying. Nico thought about how this was his seventh load of the evening, and almost without realizing it, he reached one hand back behind himself to feel with his fingers the raw dick pressed into his tender insides. "Well, look at this whore!" Rapist #4 said, surprised by the feeling of Nico's fingers caressing the base of his raw dick where it met the edge of Nico's cummy hole. "I told you all this slut would be asking for more after I was done with it," Rapist #4 boasted as he started teasing Nico's second opening by pulling back ever so slightly only to push back in a subtle back-and-forth that helped lube Nico's second opening while also pushing his fat poz load deeper inside. "You ever dream about getting raw fucked like a whore by a bunch of AIDS dicks, faggot?", Rapist #4 whispered in Nico's ear. Nico felt the rush of butterflies in his stomach hearing the rapist that was still inside him talking about AIDS dick. Nay, AIDS *dicks*. Nico felt his nipples contract and his cock swell. It sounded disgusting and terrible -- and yet that is exactly what excited him. The level of whoredom that it implied was blowing the young jock slut's mind. To actually seek out AIDS dick. To let poz tops cum inside me. What kind of total cumwhore do you have to be to start craving random strangers' diseased cocks while you have an HIV+ rapist's raw dick still inside you?, Nico thought. It was exactly the kind of whore Nico wanted to be -- perhaps already was. He felt shaky with excitement and nervousness. Rapist #4 pulled out, leaving Nico feeling empty. Vacated. Used up and in need of more raw dick. Not one of the tops in that darkened room ever saw the erection that Nico now had, and yet every single one of them, without ever saying so to the others, knew with uncanny precision and a collectively shared certainty that the young fuckhole's limp cock had finally awoken -- a fact which they all regarded with equal disinterest. The demi-god pulled out his phone and texted Omar to come collect the slut. Nico remained on the bed, having anticipated, even somewhat hoped for, the demi-god to dick him, but instead he listened to the cabal of anonymous rapists quietly exiting one by one. It wasn't until he heard Omar's voice calling him from the entryway that Nico fully understood that he had been left alone in the apartment, which he had assumed all along belonged to at least one of his sexual abusers that night. Nico felt Omar remove the blindfold. "Hey, baby," Omar said tenderly through the darkness. "Babe, they raped me." Nico began to cry before he could finish the sentence. Omar gently shushed him as the two embraced. "I need to get to the doctor," Nico continued, unable to fully control the tremble in his voice. "I know, baby," Omar replied, holding Nico all the more tightly. Omar kissed Nico lightly on the cheek, and releasing their embrace, helped Nico off the cum-soaked bed, where the puddle of cum that had collected under Nico's hole was now cold. Nico went to remove the leather collar and leash still around his neck, but Omar gently placed his hand over Nico's and said, "No, babe, leave that on." Nico paused, confused. "Your dad wants it on you when I bring you over." "Bring me over when?", Nico asked incredulously, wondering why Omar might be playing around with such a joke at such a time. "He said as soon as you were done here." And with those words, Omar reached his hand around to feel Nico's cummy, used hole as he laid another kiss upon Nico's surprised face. ---

love it, always tempted to get one of my own too 🙂 join in on the fun.

Yes a few times I was amazed at how young I looked.. I'm 50 now and I still look maybe 40 but when I was 11 or 12 I looked like 7 or 8... Everyone had a big cock next to my mouth and ass lol

Send him to me if you dont want him. He can hate on me all he wants...

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I was texting a bud I fuck with anonymously and mentioned I get drowsy taking benedryl for allergies. He asked me to take a couple about an hour before he came to breed me with a beer or alcohol so he could fuck me while almost asleep. He came over as usual finding me ass up lubed and I was really sleepy. I felt him fingering my ass and whispering then realized he brought someone with him. A dick was in my mouth and I tried to focus on sucking which was difficult, then he pulled out and another dick was in my mouth--different shape and he had his jeans still on fat dick hanging out. My buddy was fucking my mouth as I tried to focus on sucking his friend. I ended up getting fucked and bred by them both at least once. Woke up hours later drowsy, still ass up, full of cum, not sure of exactly what happened. It was a strange sensation trying to remember what happened. Thought it was hot how I was just used as a hole to get their dicks off.

Holy fucking shit! That story made me shoot my load in record time! Fucking hot!!

I took David's cock into my mouth again and continued sucking him. Slowly working my way down the length of his shaft and then pulling back. It was an elaborate show. I enjoy being watched and that the man was living with us didn't seem to affect me much. Patrick and David talked while I continued working on David. "Bring us another brownie, man. Have one for yourself," David told Patrick. Patrick returned eating a brownie and handed one to David, and placed mine gingerly on David's bare thigh just inches from my face as he winked at me then moved behind me back to the doorway. I stopped sucking long enough to have a bit of the brownie before returning again to David's cock. God did I love sucking dick and the brownies made it all better. I hadn't thought that possible. "You wanna have a seat, bud?" David asked Patrick. "Yeah man, just admiring the view. It seems, 'though," Patrick said as he moving towards us, "...that you're leaking." With that explanation Patrick stooped behind me and ran his finger up my crack collecting some of David's cum that had leaded out of me. He sat down on the couch next to David and showed me the gob of cum stuck to his finger that just minutes ago had been in my ass. He smiled at David and then brushed the cum onto my brownie,noting "And you haven't finished your brownie." I stopped sucking David and devoured the brownie as they watched and laughed. "I think he needs another," Patrick said as he got up from the couch to go fetch me yet another brownie. I went down on David and looked to see him staring at me while I held him as far down my throat as I could. The smile on his face was pure ecstasy. He was enjoying the brownies and the performance as much as I was. Good. Patrick came back in with another brownie remarking "Just two more after this one." He walked behind me and inspected my ass for more cream. "No more. How can you eat this brownie without any cum topping?" "There is a lot more than that in there, let me tell you. Slide your finger in and pull some out," David told Patrick between fits of laughter. "Okay." With that Patrick slowly pushed his finger into my freshly fucked hole. I half moaned, half screamed from the invasion. I was listening to their conversation the whole time but somehow it didn't seem to be real. The finger was real though, probing in and out of my ass looking for cum to smear on my brownie and honestly I wanted it. I tried pushing some out but evidently it was buried too deep to let anymore loose. Patrick had two fingers in my hole now trying to get some cream. He was finger fucking me fast trying to get some cum that just wouldn't come. "You want some more cream on that brownie don't you?" he asked me. "Yes, please," I moaned, "I want more cum for my brownie." "What's a guy to do? I just can't get anymore out of your ass." Patrick inserted another finger. I started jerking David's dick, trying to get another load out of him to eat on my brownie. He placed his hands on mine, "Slow baby," David remarked, and then turning to Patrick, suggested "If none is coming out you'll have to put more in." "Gladly." Zip. Ten inches of Patrick slid into me. Damn he had meat and knew how to use it. He went straight into ramming it home his hands were on my hips and he was pulling nearly all the way out before slamming all that mean back into me. I had Davids cock in my mouth, Patrick's cock in my ass and a brownie sitting on the small of my back waiting for the fuck to be over so I could eat it. "I'm coming..." Patrick screamed as he slammed into me, burying himself like David did before cumming. As Patrick came in me Davids dick got rock hard and he got up off the couch and went to the computer. Patrick pulled his cock our of my hole covered in his cum. He wiped his fingers up my ass as he did before and deposited the leaking cum onto the brownie and took Patrick's place in front of me and placed the brownie on his abdomen so that the brownie was behind his still hard cock. David got up from the computer and fucked another load into my hole while I sucked Patrick's cock and ate that brownie. He was even more eager to fuck my hole with another man's load in it. He came quickly and then went to bed without saying a word, leaving me on the couch with a mouthful of Patrick. "If I'd have known you were into taking loads I would have been fucking you sooner," Patrick commented as I cleaned off his cock, deep throating it occasionally just because I could. "We usually only do with each other, " I replied as I got up and went to the computer David had left running. It was open to an ad on the internet advertising for a cum slut bottom taking any loads. Text for directions. And listed David's phone number, which was left on the desk beside the computer. David was posting an ad but didn't submit it. "Doesn't look like it." Patrick had come up behind me and slapped my ass taking a seat on the desk chair that was rolled to the side. "I don't know." Was all I could say. "He didn't post the ad." "But you could..." I could couldn't I. I looked down at Patrick sitting naked on the desk chair and glanced back over my shoulder to the bedroom where David was with the door wide open. I could see him lying on the bed passed out. Patrick got up and stood behind me with his hands on my hips. just stood there while he slowly pressed back into me. "We both know you want to. David knows you want to too." I leaned on the desk while Patrick worked his cock in and out of me again, slowly this time. Not quite so eager to cum as quickly. I opened my eyes and read the ad again and clicked post. I pulled off of Patrick's cock and went into the kitchen and unlocked the door. I went back into the living room and grabbed David's phone off the desk and led Patrick back to couch by the cock. I got on the couch leaning over the arm and waited for Patrick to fill me. ---------- I'm done with this story. If anyone else would like to add to it, feel free.