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Part 3 Stu: Danny wasn’t bad for his first time sucking dick. He even tried to deep throat my cock. He failed, but it was good to see how eager he was. As much as I liked him sucking me, I really wanted my cock in his ass. I gave him suggestions on what to do with his mouth and tongue while sucking cock. I told him to lick my balls which were very full. It felt amazing so I got him to suck each one into his mouth. He looked so hot down between my legs sucking and licking all over my cock and balls. He would stare at them as he explored and then would look up to see my expression. The smile on my face would change as I would moan and then go back to a smile. I knew he was a virgin to anal sex. I wasn’t even sure he had played with the dildos he took from my grandmother’s toy box. Yes, I had checked and found the box with just the vibrator in it in the trash. I was going to go as far as Danny would let me today. Hopefully that meant he would walk out of my house today with his ass cherry popped. I pulled him back up and kissed him again, tasting my precum in his mouth. I whispered in his ear “Tell me if you want me to stop” and he replied back breathlessly “Please… Don’t stop… I want to try more.” Those words were magic to my ears. We definitely couldn’t do everything, but I was going to get the basics covered. We rolled over and I got him on his back. I licked and kissed down his neck to his shaved chest. I sucked on his right nipple and then gently bit on it. Without a piercing in it, it was much more pleasurable to him than when he bit mine. I thought that the perfect eraser head nipples he had would look even better if they were pierced like mine. I could feel his cock throb against my body each time I flicked my tongue or bit his nip. Danny’s hands were resting on my head as I worked his nipple over and followed me down until I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. He gasped again, just like he had done upstairs when I first sucked his cock. I sucked on the head, tasting the precum that was now dripping out of his cock. I spent a few minutes bobbing on the steel-like shaft, but I wanted more. I pulled off his cock and pushed his legs back. He grabbed his feet and pulled back, revealing his lightly haired butt. I kind of chuckled and wondered if he had watched some gay porn like I had suggested, since grabbing his legs like that isn’t a natural move. I licked up the underside of his shaft and then went back down. I started a little lower this time, from the top of his taint and up his cock. A few more trips and my tongue was right at his virgin hole. All I tasted was sweat and knew that Danny’s hole was clean enough to not create a mess. I consider myself kinky, but dirty holes are one thing that turns me off. I rolled him back a little more, so he was mostly on his shoulders. His athletic body was having no problems holding this position and soon my face would be buried between his butt cheeks. Gasp isn’t a strong enough word to describe when I started to rim his hole. He sucked half of the air out of the room and then yelled out “oh my fucking god!” I was happy we were in the insulated basement or I’m sure the neighbors would have been calling the cops. I wasn’t entirely sure he hadn’t cum from the first few seconds of my tongue flicking over and then poking into his butthole. I could feel the muscles in his ass ring flex and wink around my tongue. I was pretty sure I had taken him to a pleasure point he had never been to before. The whimpers and moans that followed his exclamation let me know that he was enjoying it. The penetration that was going to happen soon was probably going to be a little painful compared to the ecstasy he was now in, so I did my best to get his hole prepared. My tongue and fingers helped get his hole to relax and open up slightly. Once one finger seemed to slide in easily, I pressed in with two fingers. His hole was soaked in my spit and there was plenty inside too. I got three fingers in and could twist them around easily and garner a good moan out of Danny. I really wished I had a video so I could see the expressions on his face, but maybe I’ll do that another time. — Danny: I spent so much time licking and sucking on Stu’s cock. I know it was longer than the first time I had sex with a girl, since that lasted only about fifteen minutes. His voice was so reassuring and only a couple times did he tell me to not do something. When he told me to lick his balls I thought he was crazy. I did it and he really seemed to enjoy it and then he told me to suck one into my mouth. It was a weird feeling and it was hard to keep my teeth away, but it was really amazing to see how much pleasure I was giving him. I wasn’t sure what to do next and it seemed Stu was reading my mind. He pulled me up on top of him again and we kissed. As awkward as all of the kissing I did with girlfriends was, this was so natural and erotic. Our tongues brushed against each other and the spit was moving back and forth between our mouths. He then told me quietly to let him know if I wanted him to stop. Stop wasn’t in my vocabulary at this point. Everything we had done had felt so good, I just wanted to keep going. I know I said something silly like “I want to do everything” but in reality, I really did. The pleasure I was getting from Stu today was infinitely more than all of my previous sexual encounters combined and we had only gotten to foreplay and oral sex. It was at that point I realized that we probably were going to move to anal sex. I panicked. I had played with the smaller dildo that I had taken from Stu’s grandmother’s box, but it had hurt when I had tried to put it in. I tried a few things to help it go in - spit, lotion, even some cooking oil I snuck out of the kitchen. Nothing seemed to help and all I got was a sore hole. Guys in the porn videos didn't seem to have a problem even taking huge dildos so I didn't know what I was doing wrong. Stu licked his way down my body just like I had done to him and spent some time working on my nipple. He bit it like I had tried (and had seen on some of the gay porn I saw) but instead of the pain he got, I had waves of pleasure. My list of things to ask Stu was now getting longer again to include what I had done good and bad. Stu pushed my legs back and I remembered from a few of the porn videos, the guy grabbed his feet to hold them wide and give the other guy better access. I tried to do the same thing and I’m pretty sure Stu laughed. He started sucking on my cock again but this time only lasted a few minutes. He then started licking up the length of my cock, from the base to the tip. And then he started lower… and lower. I didn’t know that the part of me between my asshole and cock could feel so good, but that’s what his tongue did. My heart was thumping in my chest and then he took it up a few notches all at once. When his tongue started going over my hole, I couldn’t believe the pleasure. I gasped like I never had before and then screamed out something. I could feel my hole start to quiver as he licked and sucked and prodded it. I had never really thought of my ass as a place of pleasure before, but Stu was showing me it was. When his finger circled around my hole and then pressed in I got scared again. His finger was a lot thinner than the dildo and with all of the spit I could feel it went in a lot easier. It still was tight, but nothing like the pain of the dildo. He used his fingers and tongue to get my hole stretched open and I think he stopped when he got three fingers in all at once. It was feeling really good and then he pulled them out and leaned back. I felt so empty. He reached over and got a bottle of something off the table next to the bed. He opened the cap and then held it to his nose and breathed in. He did it again and then put the bottle to my nose, pushing the other nostril closed. “Breathe deep” he said in a soothing tone. I did and felt a rush rip through my body. “Again” he said and the rush got even deeper. Stu put the cap on and then rolled my body on to my upper back and I felt the tip of his cock rub over my hole. “Relax, Danny. It’s going to hurt a bit at first and then feel really good” Stu said. I remembered the dildo and I tensed up. “Relax” he told me again. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and then felt the pressure at my hole. He pulled back and then I felt some cool liquid drip on my hole and then he pushed back in. Several seconds later, I could feel his cock pop past the ring and start to slide in. He rocked his hips and nudged in deeper each time. I let out a groan and he pulled back and added more liquid. He slipped in easier this time and soon I could feel him get deeper inside me. I opened my eyes and I could see Stu staring at me with a huge grin on his face. Each stroke of his cock was longer than the one before it and while it was a little painful at first, he was right that the pain started to fade away. It felt like he was pumping a foot or more of cock into me each time, but I knew his cock wasn’t that long. In fact, I couldn’t even feel his body hit mine like in the porn I had watched. —— Stu: Now was the moment I had been waiting for. He hadn’t said anything about condoms. I was glad since I hated the feel of the things and I really wanted to breed him. I reached over to the table and grabbed a bottle of poppers. They weren’t really fresh, but would have to do. I took a couple hits and they seemed to be ok and then I leaned forward and got Danny to do the same. The expression on his face told me that he felt them hit him and hopefully between them and the prep on his hole he could take my cock. I lowered his body back down and my stiff cock rode along his butt crack. The precum that was dripping out, along with the spit, might have been enough lube but I didn’t want to take any chances and coated my cock with some real lube. The head of my cock was teasing Danny’s hole and I added a bit of pressure. He was tight and I told him to relax. He did a little but not enough. I dripped some of the lube between the mushroom head of my cock and the puckered opening and tried again. This time I got in a little bit, the flared head got just inside the outer ring. The piercing tugged on my cock as it pushed in, adding to my pleasure. I rocked my hips a bit but I could tell he needed a bit more lube. That did the trick and soon I was fucking my cock deeper into his no longer virgin hole. The strokes got longer each time and I could tell that his sphincter had now stretched enough to let me drive in harder. I knew from experience that my cock was leaking a lot of precum as I fucked and was lubing Danny’s chute a little more with each thrust. He definitely seemed to be enjoying it and before I knew it I was giving him three quarters of my cock at a time. My balls were swaying as I leaned in and let his legs rest on my shoulders. I really couldn’t tell what he was saying quietly as I fucked but it didn’t seem to be “stop.” I sped up a little to see if he could take it and the moans got louder. I slowed again and tried to push deeper. The loud grunt from Danny told me that was deep enough for now. I kept plowing his hole and was surprised at how well he was taking it. Many of the virgins I had fucked only lasted five or ten minutes at the most. We had more than doubled that but I could tell that Danny was getting close. The stimulation was too much from my cock sliding in and out and nudging his prostate. He had reached up and stroked his cock occasionally, but never for more than a couple strokes at a time. I felt my balls start to pull up and that was followed by my cock swelling. Danny’s eyes opened wide as he felt his hole get filled with the extra girth and he started to stroke his cock. On the fourth stroke he started to shoot his cum all over his chest and face. I could feel the spurts as his hole squeezed tight around my shaft each time another rope of cum flew out of his cock. As he shot the third rope, my cock joined in pulsing my own spurts of cum and coating the inside of Danny’s colon. It had been a long time since I felt that many shots come out of of my cock when breeding a guy. Danny’s own orgasm had milked a lot of my cum out. After both of us stopped shooting I fell forward on to Danny’s chest. His legs wrapped around me and we laid there a moment before we began kissing. A few minutes later, my cock had softened enough to plop out of his hole and I’m sure a lot of my seed dribbled out of the battered hole. We rolled on to our sides and then I may have dozed off for a few minutes. —— Danny: Stu got into a good rhythm driving his cock into my ass. As the pain faded I could really enjoy it and wondered if the girls I had fucked had gotten as much pleasure as I was getting now. Or maybe they just felt the painful part. It seemed to go in waves through my body as he fucked me. Fucked is a terrible description, though. It wasn’t love either, since I didn’t have those kinds of feelings for Stu. It was just sex for the pleasure of it. I know when I had fucked those girls I had a rather mechanical motion of just going in and out. It didn’t feel natural and I really had no idea what I was doing. Stu, on the other hand, was good. The motions were so fluid and he varied the speed, depth and intensity to make it more enjoyable. I tried to jack my cock while he fucked me like I had seen in the porn videos, but each time I could only do one or two strokes before I felt like I was going to shoot my load. I wanted to keep going, so I would wait a while, stroke my cock once or twice and then wait again. Precum was dripping all over my abs like never before. I didn’t know if I was going to have any liquid left in my body to cum when it finally happened, but I wasn’t going to worry about it since I felt so good. I was mumbling nonsensical words as he plowed into me since I couldn’t verbalize how good it felt. Occasionally “fuck yeah”, “oh my god yes!” or similar phrases came out. At one point Stu pushed even deeper inside of me and I felt a sharp pain. I grunted like I had never done before. It was a sound from deep within my body that was completely involuntary. I guess I wasn’t going to feel all of Stu’s cock in me today. Maybe I could work up to that. What the hell, I’m already planning on him fucking me again? Maybe I’m not a good sex partner and he won’t want to do this again. He did say he liked to play around. Maybe he fucks a guy once and moves on. Shit, why do I over think these things. My hole started to feel sore and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go. My balls were starting to ache too from edging too long, so I started to stroke my cock until I shot my load. It didn’t take much either - a half dozen gentle strokes caused my cock to erupt, shooting big spurts of cum all over my chest and face. On the second or third shot, I heard Stu growl and slam into my ass. When he went that deep earlier, I had a searing pain shoot through my body, but this time I was too wrapped up in blowing my load. I felt a warmth fill me up like I had never felt before. I guess it was at this time I realized Stu had never put on a condom. I wasn’t going to get pregnant but all of those “safe sex” lectures in high school suddenly flashed in my head. They disappeared just as quickly too, as the euphoria from my orgasm blocked out any other thoughts. When our orgasms ended, Stu crawled up my body and kissed me. It was an intimate kiss that did nothing to help my cock soften. We rolled on our sides after I felt his cock fall out of my hole. We kissed a bit longer and then we looked into each other’s eyes. Stu drifted off a few minutes and I just kept watching him. I was no longer a virgin to gay sex and he had taken it. It felt so good, so much better than I felt after the first girl I fucked.

I woke up the next day. Daddy had left for work already. He left me a note on the table. I want you to visit my Daddy today. Offer yourself to him as if was me. Dress up for him. Cock cage. Take the butt plug with you but not in your pussy. On the back was his address which was about 20 min away. I got dressed in a light blue lace thong, short jeans cut offs that showed my ass cheek and a tight tank top. I also put on sheer black knee high stockings and wore my high heel boots. I looked in the mirror and put on a little eye shade. I drove out parked and walked up to his apartment and knocked on the door. Opening the door was a tall mixed handsome latino black man. He was at least 6'1 with broad shoulders and was early 60's. "Hi i am Ricky you must be Brian's boy. Come in", he said I went in and i sat on the couch. He got us some wine and walked over to sit next to me. He was wearing thin shorts and i could see the outline of his cock which was huge. He also had on a terry robe top that went to his waist and was wrapped around his thin body. As I looked at his face it was gaunt. He looked a bit sick. He had a bit of a thin beard and moustache. He sat right next next to me and turned towards me. "So tell me about yourself", he said while tuning his body facing me, his legs touching mine and his hand resting on my leg. I was nervous but yet calmed. He had a very calming and warm demeanor to him. "My name is Jeff and I am Brian's boy. We met about two months ago and he has changed my life", i said "How did he change your life and in what way", he asked I turned to Ricky and made sure our legs were touching and started telling him the story of how wet met and got involved. And I also went back further and talked to him about my journey being bicurious and hook ups with other men via massages and road to being gay and more importantly a total bottom whore. I felt totally comfortable with him telling him my whole story. I didnt realize that our fingers were intertwined and my leg was now on his and his other hand was now on my thigh. While is face was gaunt his eyes were stunning deep brown and he had long eye lashes. I could stare at his for days. He leaned in and kissed me. It was the most soft and tender kiss i have had even more than Daddy. I opened my mouth and let him in, wanting his tongue to ravish my mouth. It was so sensual. His hand on my thigh was now stroking it sensually as he touched my cock. He felt the cage then went back to my thigh and felt up my balls through the bottom of my shorts. I let out a soft moan. His other hands were working over my nipples. He broke out kiss and leaned over and started to kiss on and suck on my nipples. He didnt bit but rather sucked, licked and swirled them around with his tongue. I held his head there with my two hands softly rubbing kissing his head. "Take me please", moaned He stood up and took off his robe. I saw a muscular and gaunt frame. Then he took off his shorts and saw the most magnificent cock. It was huge, probably 10" and thick. Not as thick as Daddy but very thick. It was veiny and has some red splotches on it. His chest also had some dark red splotches. "Are you sure. I have full blown AIDS." he said as he stroked his now huge hard cock. I just stared at it, my mouth watering my cock hard. I was torn. He was so hot and sexy but he had full blown AIDS and who knows what else but it didnt matter and I didnt have to remember what Daddy told me, my desire, my cunt was running my mind. I was so wet, I wanted him in me. "Yes I want you to take me and make me yours. I want you to impregnate me with your seed. Please" i said taking off my clothes then getting on my knees to suck his huge cock. "Ohhh yeah suck it good", he said moaning I sucked him for a good ten minutes teasing his head then taking most of him in my throat only gagging once. "Your a good cock sucker. I see Brian has trained you well", he said lifting me up and putting me on the couch, spreading my legs lifting my ass and eating my pussy. I started to moan loudly as i opened my legs more. He ate and ran his fingers in me massaging my prostate, teasing my hole also he scraped my pussy walls with his fingernails. I winced in pain but didnt care cause it felt so good to get eaten out. He then reached over the stand next to the couch grabbed a key and unlocked my cage and took out my cock and removed the plug. Then he lubed his cock and put my legs on his shoulders. "You sure about this. Once i am in you and i am going to cum in you", he said "Yes please i dont want you in me", i said as he looked at me confused "I need you in me. I need your AIDS sperm in me marking me and making me pregnant. I want to have your baby like i had my Daddys", i said opening my legs on my own offering myself to him "Please take me please", i begged He then stuck his fat head at my hole and pushed in slowly, He took his time entering me. A while later he pushed through my 2nd ring and he was deep in my cunt be he kept going. I had never felt anything so deep in me. I felt so full and complete. He pulled out his cock, i gave him a sad look, he smiled and grabbed lube and put more on his cock and stuck his baseball bat of a cock back in me. He quickly got passed my 2nd ring then pushed deeper into me. I threw my head back and moan and opened my legs as much as a could. "Ohhh shit please take me please", i moaned and begged He kept going until i felt him hit a 3rd ring. The pressure was incredible and there was some pain with him being that deep. I breathed and relaxed to take him. He pushed a little more and he passed the 3rd ring. It felt like he was in my stomach he was so deep. He leaned down and gave me a deep kiss and out tongues danced together. The he started to fuck me good grinding his cock deep in my belly and gyrating his hips. I started to moan uncontrollably as he fucked me and i wrapped my legs around his waist to get all of him in me. "Damn your pussy is so tight" he said fucking me His cock felt so amazing in me, its like it could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me. I could feel the veins stroking my pussy. He left my lips and started kissing and sucking on my neck that sent me into overdrive. Then he started to do medium strokes and go after my prostate. My head fell back and my eyes went back in my head and my pussy started to spasm around his cock. "Ohhhh damn your cunt is hungry isnt. It wants my cock bad", he moaned "Yes my cunt needs your cock and your dirty seed in me" i moaned back to him We were both in heat. He pulled out and turned me over and began fucking me doggy style and pounding me deep. He would do long strokes, pulling all the way out and slam back into me. The first few times hurt and took the breath out of me as he went so hard and so deep in me. He dug his hands and nails into my hip. It was hard pain and immense pleasure all in one. He pounded me like this for a good 15 minutes in doggy as wells as pushing me flat on my stomach and sitting on my ass and rearranging my insides. Normally i can take cock like this but because his cock is so long it was difficult and i felt it deeper in what felt like my stomach. It was an incredible feeling As he thrust his cock deep in my body i pushed up with my pelvis to meet his cock and get all of him in me. He thick meat scraped my prostate on the way in and out. I was panting and moaning like a real whore. "Oooohhhhh yeah Daddy fuck me good and deep please", i moaned "Don't worry babe you are going to get all of Daddys cock and my seed in you. I am going to give you a second baby. My boy Brian gave you your first baby now i am going to make you pregnant again.", he said fucking me deep He got off me and turned me over and lay on me our lips meeting. I instinctively opened my legs and offered my self to him. He accepted and entered my as i wrapped my legs around his waist. I couldn't believe i was fucking a guy with full blown AIDS and begging him to cum in me. We stayed like that for a while, him gyrating and fucking me while our lips were lock with the occasional sucking on my neck or my nipples. I love the ways he sucked and chewed on them. Every time he did my cunt squeezed his huge invading meat. After 45 minutes of fucking and what i felt was making love, he got off me sat upright on the couch and told me to climb on and take my load from him. He was running low on energy and wanted me to work for his hot charged load. I slowly climbed on him with my knees outside of his legs facing him and grabbing his thick hose and aiming at my cunt. I pushed down and slowly got it in then worked my way down while kissing and staring into his deep eyes and kissing his beautiful and gaunt face. I dont know why but his gaunt face was so beautiful and sexy to me. His gorgeous eaten body made my cock so hard and my pussy wet. As we kissed i went down and licked and inhaled his armpit, i swear i almost came from doing that. His scent was pure animal. "I cant believe how much i want you and your turn me on. You are so beautiful and sexy", i said in his ear. "I know. Whores like you want my AIDS body to fuck you and make you pregnant", he said back "Yes please", i begged "Please what", he said manipulating my nipples "Please cum in me, breed me, give me your AIDS babies", i said as i kept squeezing his cock with my cunt muscles "Your cunt is going to get what it wants", he said I felt his cock expand and suddenly send huge spurts deep in me. I felt the hot cum hit inside my 3rd ring and 2nd spraying me with his babies. I started to convulse on his cock and also started to ride him harder. He dug in his hands and nails in me as he was cumming. "Oh my God....uhhhhhhh", i moaned as i shot all over him with 7 huge spurts as i had not cum in a long time. We kissed out lips interlocked as we rode our orgasm together. After 5 minutes of me slowly gyrating and working his cock with my pussy to get all his seed out of him i collapsed on him. He held me in his arms. I climbed off his horse sized cock and went down on my knees and cleaned his wet cock. The taste of his cum and my pussy was delicious. I held some in my mouth and kissed him pushing it into his mouth. He willing took it and said "We taste good together" I went back down and kept licking him clean and working his cock to get every drop out of him. I couldnt help notice there was a tinge of red in the cum as he really ripped my ass in half. "Ohhh yeah suck it. You want every drop dont you" he said and i just nodded I climbed back on the couch with him and we lay together legs interlock and lips together. It felt right to be with him. I cant wait to get pregnant again.

12. My hole felt slick as I sat back down at my desk. I tried to send a few more emails but wasn’t achieving much. All I could thing about was being back in that bathroom stall in an hour taking another big load. Fuck it, I thought, and got back on scruff. There were a few more guys on than before, but nothing promising. I looked back at messages and woofs from guys. The first new woof I had was from a hot looking 19-year-old, not too far from my apartment. His profile photo showed a cute face, still kind of boyish face with a hint of stubble starting on the chin, floppy hair, and bright eyes. Normally, not my thing, but the next picture showed a tight muscular body, that only came from a lot of work at the gym. He was flexing with his arm over his head and a sweaty heavily haired pit exposed. A thin treasure trail dove into the low-slung short workout shorts, and a little patch of hair sprouted between his well-shaped pecs. The last photo was a beach photo of him in a speedo that seemed to barely contain his junk. I sent him a message. Next was a guy in his forties, bushy moustache, close cropped hair, slightly furry chest. He had unlocked his album, and amongst cute photos of his friends and him hanging out were two fantastic nudes. His first, a mirror shot with no face showing, cute average body, and hard fat cock. The second was just his cock, not super long but fat as hell, with a big slick looking mushroom head. I sent him a message too. Then the third guy. Thin, with a kind of nerdy look. He had square glasses, and a smooth face. Messy hair flopped down over his forehead. His album was unlocked. A couple cute face pics, and then him laying on an unmade bed, one leg under the sheet, naked, smooth tight torso leading down to a wild mass of pubes, and a semi hard cock flopped over onto one leg under its own weight. This was followed by one of his hand gripped round the base of that heavy looking cock. Last that cock, hard, slick, and shoved into a raw cummy looking hole. He too got a message, and for good measure I went back and unlocked my photos for all of them. The jock responded to me first. Young and horny… perfect. He said he was done with work in a couple of hours and could meet me at my place right after work. I told him I’d probably be home just after six, and sent him my address. It was getting close to 5. I packed up my things, logged off my computer, and walked towards the elevator. On my way up the thin nerdy looking guy sent me a message asking if I was free that night. I told him that I was after 7:30 if he wanted to come over and included my address. I opened the door to the bathroom, and there, completely naked, was my boss his cock already hard. I didn’t need instruction. I closed and locked the door, tore off my clothes, and got on my knees to suck his cock. To my surprise he pulled me up from the floor, pulled me tight and kissed me hard. His hands explored my body, one holding me close and the other tugging at the band of my jock. His fingers slid across my hole, smearing the little bit of cum that had leaked out, while his tongue invaded my mouth. When he finally broke the kiss he said, “We’ve got more time now, so I’m going to do this right. Take the jock off.” I did as I was told, and dropped my jock on the floor. He went and sat on the closed toilet seat, his cock pointing straight up and motioned to me. I moved over and straddled him, my caged cock pressed against his torso. He pulled my mouth to his and started to kiss me again. As he did, his hands grabbed my hips and steered me downward. I felt his big cock head against my taint, then it slid back snagging on my hole. I shifted my hips to catch him, and then felt my hole break open around his invading head. I moaned into the kiss as I slid down on his cock. He groaned too. I was so full of cum that I felt nothing but joy. A moment later I was sitting on his lap, still locked in a warm passionate kiss with my boss. He held onto me firmly, slowly starting to grind into me. I grunted with each thrust, the cock slut in me gaining satisfaction as he did. “Such a warm wet pussy.” “That’s your cum you feel Sir.” “You liked taking my load didn’t you?” “Yes.” “Sitting at your desk with my seed in your cunt?” “Yes.” “Good boy.” He bucked his hips into me forcing me forward. His hands under my ass he shifted his weight forward and pulled me up. He was standing, my legs and arms wrapped around him, and his cock still inside me. He pinned me against the opposite wall, my hands finding the safety rail for support. I kept my legs on his shoulders and he started to rail me. I knew I was shouting but was almost positive no one would hear us. He certainly didn’t seem to care. He pounded me harder and harder, till sweat poured off of him. Hes face was lost in animalistic lust. What had started as a sensual fuck had turned into a brutal breeding, and I was perfectly happy. I was desperate for cum. I wanted to feel him unload in me again. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy, leaking cage and full of cum. Your cunt is perfect.” “Please breed me! I need your load. I’m a cum whore. I need to be filled.” “I know boy. I’m going to fill you.” “Fuck.” “Yeah, whore.” “Fuck yes! Please… please… please,” I was a whimpering mess, begging for cum. He was a sweat covered animal rutting in my used hole. “Take my fucking load boy!” “Yes!” We were clearly shouting by the time he slammed back into me and started to throb. His orgasm rocketed yet another load into my slack hole. He slowly set me down. “Fuck that felt amazing. Im not kidding your hole is amazing.” “God. Seriously any time. Ever since I let my roommate put this cage on me,” I shook the cage at him, “I’ve been hornier than I could have imagined. All I want is to be bred.” “Well don’t worry. I’m going to be pumping at least one into you most days now.” “Thank you.”

Part 2 Danny: The day after I was in the hot tub with Stu he called me over as I was running past his house at the end of my run. He offered me twenty bucks an hour to help him clean out the house. I could work a couple hours a few days a week. More if I wanted. The money would sure come in handy and it was more than I was making down at the hardware store working mornings. I only had a month before I headed off to college anyway. I went over for my first day on Monday wearing a pair of old jeans and a tee shirt. It was hot in the house and I regretted not wearing shorts. Before too long I had to take my tee shirt off since it was drenched in sweat. I wanted to take my jeans off too, but I just had a jockstrap on and while we had been naked in the hot tub I figured that wasn’t appropriate. We were finding boxes stuffed everywhere. I found several under the bed and pulled them out to the middle of the room. We started opening them and the second box I opened shocked me. There were a few sex toys inside it and I gasped. Stu noticed and asked “What?” I showed him the box and he laughed. “Damn, the old lady has some surprises, huh? Let’s see… vibrator, a couple dildos… They look pretty recent, I wonder when the last time she used these? Glad to know she still had a sex drive at her age. Nothing I want, might as well pitch them” he said. I took a few boxes, including the one with sex toys down to the garbage can. I put the dildos in a bag and hid them out of sight, figuring I would pick them up when I left. Later, I took them home and stashed them under my bed and then went off for my run. The next day I went over and dressed better. I had an old pair of running shorts and a tank top, but I soon took the tank off. Both of us were sweating but we finished emptying one of the small bedrooms so there was just an old bed in there. We started in on another room and I came across a box of old black and white pictures. When I asked where he wanted me to put them he told me to put them on his bed in his bedroom to sort through later. I walked down the hall and opened the door. Stu had obviously cleaned this room up first. It was freshly painted and fully decorated. There were pictures on the wall of Stu and a lots of different guys. In fact, the only picture of a woman was one of an older woman by herself on the night stand. I looked the pictures over and noticed most of the guys were either naked or damn close to it. Stu was kissing a guy in a few of them. My cock was getting harder the more I looked. I guess I took too long and Stu was standing at the door. “Like what you see?” he asked. Fuck, I was busted. My mind raced and all I could say was “You have a lot of friends.” He laughed a little. “Yeah, I guess I do. Lots of good memories there. I guess you can figure out from those pics that some are more than friends” he said. I looked back at him and then realized what he was talking about. “You’re gay?” I asked. “Yeah, 100 percent. Never dated or fucked a girl. I hope you’re ok with it” Stu replied No one had ever told me they were gay before. Maybe that was why I was attracted to him. “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” I replied. I was being honest. “Uh.. How did you know?” I asked. He looked back at me and grinned. “I got turned on by looking at guys. Women just didn’t do anything for me. How about you? Do you ever get turned on by guys?” Stu said. I blushed and didn’t know what to say. Should I be honest? “Yeah, sometimes” I said quietly. “Nothing to be ashamed about. Everyone is different. Just do what you enjoy and don’t worry so much about what other people think. Uh… Lets call it a day and you can go for your run” he replied. I was really happy that the conversation didn’t continue. It was hard to get into the groove that day during my run. I kept thinking about Stu and his question. — Stu: Danny didn’t come over the next day after I outed myself to him and asked if he liked guys. I figured I had blown it. But the following day he came over and it was back to the same routine. He would work about fifteen minutes and then his shirt would come off. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than his sweaty body. He looked so hot. I could see the outline of his jockstrap through his well worn running shorts. There seemed to be a nice bulge that I dreamed about sucking on. We didn’t really talk much that day until he suddenly asked “Have you ever had a boyfriend?” I laughed. He sounded a little like my mother when she would ask if I had one. “Once, a long time ago. We broke up since I like to play around and he wanted a monogamous relationship” I replied. We talked a bit more but everything was vague. I was hoping he would ask more questions. Right before he left I suggested that he watch some porn to see what stuff excited him. I even gave him a few sites to look at and hinted he should look at both gay and straight porn. The next day we were emptying another bedroom and he mentioned he was only going to be around another three weeks. I was disappointed, since I really did like having him around. He was good eye candy and fun to talk to. We took a couple boxes down to the garbage cans and as we walked back into the house Danny asked “How do you meet guys?” I put my arm around his shoulder and led him into the living room and to the couch. “There’s lots of ways, Danny. There are hookup apps and dating apps, websites too. Sometimes the gym is a good place, but you need to be careful not to ask the wrong guys. When you’re a bit older you can hit bars. In the city there’s a bathhouse. And if you’re really adventurous there are some cruising spots. It just depends on what you’re looking for - companionship or just to fuck” I replied. He seemed a bit shocked at how casual I was talking about this. “Uh… you mean some guys just meet for sex?” Danny asked. It took everything I had to not burst out laughing. I chuckled a bit, though, and told him “That’s what gay men are known for. Until recently, gays couldn’t get married so we did what males have done for centuries - had sex with whomever we wanted.” I wanted to ask him if he had ever done anything with a guy, but I was waiting for the right moment. I did rest my hand on his leg. “Oh, I guess that makes sense” Danny said. — Danny: Once I knew that Stu was gay, my mind came up with thousands of questions to ask. I wanted to know everything, but also didn’t want to let him know I had no idea where to meet guys that might be interested in me or what to do when we met. I started to call him to tell him I would be over the next day, but my stomach was in knots I was so nervous. I calmed down and went over the day after that and slowly worked up courage to ask a few questions. I started out easy, asking him if he ever had boyfriends. He told me he had one, which surprised me. He said he preferred fooling around with more than one guy which I found really hot. I asked a few more simple questions but couldn’t figure out how to ask the bigger ones. The next day I went back, more to talk to Stu than to work. I finally got the nerve to ask the first of my big questions and asked how gay guys find others to meet. As soon as I asked, my body broke out in cold sweat. I had just told him I was a virgin with men, so that’s about as big as it gets. He was really cool, though. He told me places to go and a few online ideas too. We were sitting on his couch, talking and we were really close. He put his hand on my leg and I felt my body get goosebumps all over it. I turned my head and looked him in the eye. We stared at each other for a good 30 seconds as I tried to get up the nerve for my next big question. I tried to ask it, but all that came out was “I… Uh… Uhh….” so I decided to do it without words. I leaned in and kissed him. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I had this sexy man next to me and he was kissing me back. It wasn’t just a quick, friendly kiss, either. I felt his tongue press on my lips and I opened them. This was just like I had done with the girls I had dated and fucked, but this time I was really excited. I wasn’t just going through the motions like I did with the girls. Our tongues started dancing in my mouth and then in his. Stu moved closer and pushed me down on to the couch. He was on top of me and it felt so good with our sweaty bodies grinding into each other as we kissed. My dick was so hard inside my jockstrap and I knew it was going to burst free any moment. We had been kissing for a few minutes and Stu stopped. He looked back at me with a big smile and then started kissing down my body. He sucked and bit on my nipples and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I moaned out and I hoped that no one heard me. I felt his hands grab on to my shorts and he pulled both my shorts and jockstrap down. My cock slapped against his chest as it broke free from the clothes. A second later, he was putting his lips around my dick and sucking on it. It felt amazing. It was so much better than the two girls that had sucked me before. They both lasted less than a minute before they stopped. Not Stu. It was almost like he was making love to my dick. He took it all the way down and flexed his throat around it which almost made me shoot. Stu spent almost twenty minutes on it before he stopped and then moved back up my body and kissed me again. “We probably should go somewhere more private” he said. — Stu: I could tell he wanted to ask more questions, but I figured he was too embarrassed to ask. We looked at each other for maybe 15 seconds and then he started to say something but then just leaned in and kissed me. Oh my fucking god. Those lips were so soft and I wasn’t going to stop him. After a few minutes I slipped my tongue to his lips and they just parted. We went back and forth exploring each others mouths as I laid him down on the sofa. My hands roamed over his body as I laid on top of him. I knew we only had a couple weeks of possible play time and I said “to hell with going slow” to myself. Eventually I started kissing and licking down his body. I started sucking on his left nipple and felt his body spasm a bit and I knew he was one of those guys that love to have their nips played with. I felt I had the chance so I pulled his shorts down and they revealed a very stiff seven inches of veiny shaft. It was almost perfect and I needed to feel it and taste it in my mouth. I started to suck on it and judging by the moans I heard, Danny was enjoying it as much as I was. I deep throated it a few times and the last time I squeezed it with my throat. I could tell that last move almost got him to cum so I slowed down and pulled off. Now was my time to get him into my playroom. He pushed his shorts the rest of the way off and followed me downstairs. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do that wouldn’t freak out this near virgin boy. I knew that I couldn’t use any of my sex furniture - sling, fuck bench, cross, or spreader bars so that left the bed. I heard him gasp as he saw some of the toys in the room so I said “Never mind that stuff” as I led him to the bed. The restraints hung off the corners of the bed and I had no intent on using them this time. I took my shorts and shoes off and both of us were naked. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in close, kissing his soft lips again. Our cocks were both getting harder and pressing against each other. We kissed for a few minutes until I guided him to the edge of the bed and we fell on to it together. My kisses got more aggressive and Danny responded. My hands were roaming all over his body and his were too. He seemed to be avoiding the two places I really wanted his hands, though. As close as he got, he never touched my cock or ass. At first I thought I’d get us into a sixty-nine and suck each other but I really wanted to watch Danny suck his first cock. I rolled us over so I was on my back and kept kissing him a little longer. I put some pressure on his shoulders and he started kissing down my chest. I gave his head a little pressure to the side and his tongue found my nipple. It flicked over it a half dozen times which made my cock hard and throbbing. He tried to bite it, but his teeth tugged on the piercing and I screamed out in pain. He stopped immediately and looked up at me saying “Sorry.” I smiled back at him and replied “If you want to tug on a piercing with your teeth, go lower” Danny took my stiff cock in his hand and looked over it closely. He stuck his tongue out and licked tentatively on the steel ring which was coated in precum. “Go ahead, take it in your mouth. Lick it, suck it, enjoy it. Just watch your teeth” I said. — Danny: Stu led me down to his basement. I had been down here once before about five or six years ago to help Stu’s grandmother move some furniture down here. It didn’t look anything like that now. The dirty concrete floor was now tiled and there were some walls up defining a storage area from another room. We went into the other room and there were all sorts of weird things around - a thing that looked like a tiered gymnast horse, a chair hanging from the ceiling by chains, a big X made of wood against the wall, some shelves with boxes and all sorts of leather straps hanging from hooks on the wall. The room wasn't brightly lit, but there was enough light over each piece of “furniture.” One of the new walls had a drawing of a scorpion on it that was at least three feet wide. We went over to the bed and Stu took his shorts off. He looked the same as the day we were in the hot tub, but now he seemed to look even hotter. He embraced me and we kissed again. His kisses were more intense than any that I had ever had. If I had kissed the girls I dated like this, the date would have been over in five seconds. It was more animalistic, lustful even, but it turned me on. We ended up falling on to the bed and Stu’s hands were feeling my body all over. I did the same and was amazed at how good it felt to have a man in my arms. If I had any doubts before, it was at this moment I realized I was really gay, not bisexual. We rolled over and suddenly I was on top of Stu. I wasn’t sure what to do next and was figuring it out when Stu started pushing me down his body. His chest hair rippled over my face as I kissed and licked lower. The sweat on his body tasted great and I thought about licking him all over - chest, legs, toes, cock, ass, back and then back to his lips. Stu pushed my face over to his left nipple and I played with the nipple and piercing with my tongue. I tried to bite it like he had done to mine but Stu yelled out in pain. I figured that was as far as we’d go that day but then Stu told me I should go lower. I was only a few inches away from another guy’s cock for the first time in my life. I held the hard shaft in my hand, marveling at it and noticed how different it was from my own. The piercing was just one big difference. I saw precum dripping from the end of his cock and it had coated the ring. I stuck out my tongue to try and lick it and got my first taste of Stu’s precum. It tasted different than mine but I liked it. Stu gave me encouragement and I began to start sucking my first cock. When I had sex with girls, the only feedback I got were moans or “Ow!” or “Stop” or “I don’t like that.” Stu was completely different. He coached me on what to do, what felt better for him and what to try next to see if I liked it. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I tried to get all of it in, but I kept gagging on the ring. Stu didn’t seem upset and told me I would be able to do it with more practice. I laughed to myself and thought that it was one exercise that I wouldn’t mind practicing several times a day!

My twinkie friend and I were out drinking one night when he said “you go to that sauna round the corner – is it not dirty? Do you not care what people think?”. I replied “yeh, too right its dirty, there are all sorts of guys in there, poz, old, fit, neg, hunks, twinks, barebackers, safe bros”. He giggled and asked which I was. “You know I’m the bare bear spreading my poz seed”. I said “you always seem the sort to play safe and go with the jocks. He laughed and said “jocks yeh, want a good looking lad on my arm but I always seem to have run out of condoms. The jocks don’t mind they love bareback and they think I’m innocent and twinky”. I laughed and told him how dirty he was and he winked. Then I asked why do you always need to pretend to be innocent – do you not just wanna let your inner slut out? He replied “so much – makes me wanna go to that sauna and just let go”. He leaned closer, put a hand on my thigh, giggled and said “do they have a sling in there?”. I laughed and said “sure they do, careful though that hand could make the snake grow”. Just then he kissed me and said, “why don’t we go over – you can show me the ropes, or the chains lol”. I grabbed his hand and said, come on then pup, let’s go. The guy on the desk gave me a wink as I paid for both our tickets plus a bottle of poppers. We got changed and I showed my friend to the showers. We rubbed each other down and got semis in the process. I started a tour of the sauna, showing him the steam room, the spa pool then we got to the cabins and passed one with a bear with his ass up and his face down. My friend whispered “wow isn’t that dangerous – how do you know the guys will be hot or wrap up?”. I laughed and said “you don’t – that’s the fun of it and I bet he won’t be complaining if a guy dives in raw – most guys here do it bareback”. He replied “wow that’s so hot, makes me wanna sniff those poppers and get my peach out, can I have a sniff”. I was all to happy to help. He took a short sniff so I said “come on, have a good deep huff”. My twinky friend did. Suddenly, he dropped his towel and walked into a free room, kneeling down ass up. He said “so if show my ass like this, I might get a bare load from a bear I’ve longed for”. I said “you could, but it’s poz so it’s a big risk”. He groaned “make me yours – let everyone watch you breed me”. I walked in, leaving the cabin door open and dropped my towel. I knelt to lick the twinks smooth peach – burying my tongue deep in his cute hole. He moaned and took more sniffs of the poppers. Eventually he started to beg for my thick cock inside him. I lubed his hole and slid my cock firmly inside him. He groaned yes sir, give me your cock. I ploughed him doggy style for a bit, getting harder and faster as we went. Then I flipped him round onto his back and buried my raw cock inside him again. I leant in and kissed him. He said “please, I’ve needed you to breed me for so long, give me that potent seed, make me yours”. This pushed me over the edge and me cock thickened and I pumped a massive five day load into his twinky hole. We made out. Kissing long and hard. Eventually he said “thank u for giving me your masculine seed”. I replied “I’ll always be a part of you now”. Just then an old guy said “well done lad, making such a cute twink yours”. I looked round and said to my twink “look at the crowd – they loved my hairy body pounding your smooth one”. I kissed me again and said “a man and his lad – the way it should be”.

I just got home after spending several days in Key West staying at the Island House. I got fucked and bred by many men while there. Some were short and quick fucks, others were long and erotic. Not all ended up with a creamy reward being deposited into my hole. Of course some were hotter than others, but they were all hot in their own way. This is the recounting of one of the hotter fucks of my weekend…. I’m 95% bottom and really had no interest in topping over my birthday weekend in KW. Dispute turning 40 I can pass for 30, and was hoping I the tops would appreciate my slim trim build, and my tight and welcoming hole. I have close buzzed dark hair, and hazel eyes. The top in question was a taller finger muscle stud. He is the type of guy that I always want to slut out for, but I never expect to want me. This is was after happy hour on Sunday, so there was already an extra layer on the sexual charged energy that the IG is known for. With the sexual energy pumping thru my veins and some cum leaking from my hole I decided to leave my boyfriend on the sun deck as I took a lap around the property on the hunt for more loads. i make a full lap thru the pool; slowly strutting by with just my sunglasses on which I dropped off in my room. Towel in hand I really up the stairs and around the balcony looking down on the outdoor hot-tub. That’s when I saw him. In the hot tub with a group of other muscle men. I slow my strut as I walk past and his eyes lock on mine and it was obvious that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Our eyes are locked on each other as I walk into the dark playroom I can see him standing up to get out of the hot tub. I know my next load is secured. I walk into the dark room and hear the sounds of sex and hit my poppers. I move around the room checking out the action while my eyes slowly adjust, and I can make out the figures in the room assess what’s going on and where there is room to find a seat or claim the fuck bench. I made my way to the back of the room when he walks in and we make eye contact. He takes his seat to the left of the fuck bench and I kneel in front of him. I look up into his piercing blue eyes and I run my hands up and down his legs, up his abs and chest, teasing his nipples and back down to his legs. While we make intense eye contact. I hit the poppers again, he asks to use them too. I happily oblige. I love a top that’s into poppers. i take another hit from the brown bottle and begin my oral assault on is cock. i want this fuck to last and not be quick so I take my time and start slow. Working the tip of his uncut cock with my tongue. Slowly bobbing up and down, working more and more of his generous endowment into my mouth and throat with each bob of my head. Switching back to sucking to licking, to playing with his balls, hitting the poppers, playing with his muscles, back to sucking, back to the balls. I know he is in that room to fuck me and am not worried about him finding a better offer and giving his load to a different bottom. So I take my time and enjoy sucking his dick. I can tell he’s enjoying it too. We are passing the poppers back and forth and loose track of time. Not sure how long I’m on my knees or who’s watching or even who is in the room. I’m in my element. But he is ready for my hole. He whispers “do you want my dick inside you?” This is all the encouragement I need I bob up and down a few more times, remove his masterpiece of a cock from my that and stand up. I asses the room to see where our options for fucking are. Thankfully the fuck bench is free. I claim it is my own, jump on top and start wiggling my ass so he knew I’m just as ready to get fucked as he is to fuck. we both popper up and he places the tip of his cock on my hole. His cock is still covered in my spit, and I have plenty of cum in my hole, lube is not needed. He stats to push into my ass, I sigh and press my hole back into his cock. We both sigh as he bottoms out inside me. He lets me adjust to his cock while it is deep i so me me. Now his assault on my ass begins. He is a good top and he works my hole good. I can tell he wants to be dominate and be in control of the fuck. I put my head down and relax into the fuck. I resist my urges to push my ass back in to his cock and control the fuck. I let him pump his dick into me, condoling the speed and the tempo. A crowd forms to watch us live out out uninhibited carnal desires. I get off on the men watching me get used, enjoying myself getting unplaced on a cock. And older top takes his place at thr end of the fuck bench and won’t stop smacking my face with his cock. I try to ignore him and push him away but he continues to get my oral stills that he saw on full display earlier. I keep my head down abs keep hitting the poppers. I look up as my boyfriend walks in and we make eye contact. My man has a thing for twink bottoms, but a muscular ginger is one of his favorites. I see his cock stiffen as he assessed the scene. He walks around to my right side and I grab his hard cock while my ass continues to get fucked. I start to give my boyfriends thick cock the attention old man wants from me. He gets the point that he is not wanted at the front of the fuckbench, and I am able to push him away. My man takes his place and I take a deep bit of poppers push my ass back on to ginger boy and start to give my man the same 5 star blow job that the ginger got. i once again get lost in the fuck. Between the ample cocktails during happy hour and the poppers they I continue to hit I loose track of time again. This could have lasted 5 minutes or an hour. I’m bobbing on a cock that I have known for almost a decade, while a new cock continues to pound my hoIe. I’m giving my best efforts to both the blowjob, and working the muscles in my ass to give ginger the best fuck possible. I think they are making g out while they use my body for their pleasure. The speed picks up behind me, his breathing shallows, his body tensed, and I hear “are you ready for it?” I respond with. Muffled “fuck yes!” Who know if it was even recons I le as I was in a haze of ecstasy, not to mention there was a cock down my throat. I hear him start to loan while his body tenses and my hole is rewarded with his load. I release the cock from my mouth as well and I reach back and grab his ass for hung his cock deeper into me. As I grind my ass on to his cock begging him to fuck his load deeper and deeper into my hole, as I massage his dick my my well trained ass muscles. His cock is slowly getting soft as it slides out of my sloppy hole. He leaves the room, and my boyfriends also makes his exit. I relaxed onto the fuckbench feeling used and loving every moment. I collect my thoughts and I slowly come down from my poppers high. I stand up, grab my towel and start searching for my next load.

This morning I was about 50 miles from home in a town called Deltaville to install come recessed lighting for my mom's bf's daughter. She has a kickass place on the Rhappahannock River with a gorgeous view. Since I was in the area, I hit up a guy I've hooked up with a few times to see if he had time to see me for a lay. He lives in a town not too far away called Saluda and works second shift. Since has to drive to Richmond for work, I knew we didn't have much time even if he could see me. But luckily he didn't have to go in until 4 today. I got to his place a little after 1 and he was in his detached garage. As soon as he let me in, he closed the garage door and kissed me. We both unbuttoned our pants and I went down on him to get his dick wet. I don't know what came over me but I felt this strong desire to eat his ass, so I got behind him and spread his ass cheeks open. His crack smelled like manly pheromones and sweat and it just made me even hungrier to give a rim job. I ate him out for about 5 minutes and sucked on his asshole so hard and for so long my tooth dug into the inside of my cheek. When I stopped, he turned around and jacked off in my face. I opened my mouth and he came inside for me, then he helped me up and kissed me. I pulled my pants up and left without getting fucked but I feel so grateful for the load I swallowed and the rimjob I got to give him that I don't mind at all.

What a fucking moron, the garbage he was hanging out with would be very happy to beat him to death for being a fag. Stupid fuck I hope he ends up living under a bridge after he gets out of prison in a decade or more.

Bookstore tonight. Wasn't much in the mood for chat or being choosey, and fortunately I found an eager bottom right away. Maybe a 30 something lean guy, short hair and small trimmed moustache. I showed him my cock and he moved to start sucking it right away. No one was in the back where we were, so I pulled him off my cock and told him I wanted to check out his ass. He was hesitant so I said I wanted to just to rub my cock in his crack and jerk off a bit. He fell for it, and lowered his jeans, and I began sliding my cock around his hairy crack, dripping my poz precum heavily into that warm crevice. About about five minutes I was focusing my cock head on his puckered opening, getting it nice and juiced up. Slowing pushing in and out a little at a time. The horny fucker just kept leaning over a little at a time, letting me know he was enjoying the ass massage my cock was giving him. Finally I just rested my cockhead firmly at the entrance, placed my hands on his hips, and slid inside gently but fully in one move. He moaned a little, but bent over more and didn't try to pull off. I began fucking him slowly and my cock was ready to nut before 5 minutes had passed. I picked up my pace and shot my aids babies as deep into his ass as possible. I kept some gentle fucking going on for another minute or so, then slid my cock out and stood him upright. I wrapped my arms around him from behind, and began jerking him off until he spurted. He quickly left once his pants were up, but I hung around and later sucked off a big ole Bubba with a fat 5" cock, and then I took a load in the ass from a boring looking business type of guy who just happened to have a beautiful 8" firm cock. Once he nutted in me, I figured I could finally leave and get some dinner.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. This one has been sitting around for a few years. I finished it up after figuring out how to get out of the hole I wrote myself into. It's a little different since it gives the perspectives from the two main characters - Danny and Stu. As usual for my stories, the first part is setup with no sex. ------ Part 1 Danny: Summer had arrived I was stoked to have two months more to relax before I headed off to the state university to finish my degree. I had graduated from the local junior college and was looking forward to finally moving away from my parents and starting a life on my own. One day I was heading out for my daily run when I spotted our new neighbor outside. Well, he was a few doors down, not next door, but still a neighbor. Mrs. Graydon had passed away last winter and her grandson had inherited the house and was cleaning things out and updating it. He seemed to be a cool guy in his early 30’s. He was single but seemed to have a lot of friends that would stop by and visit. I suppose he missed living in the city and our little suburb was quite a change, but it was a free house. I went out on my afternoon run and he was piling some stuff at the curb for the garbage man. He just had some shorts and tennis shoes on and was sweating like he had just run a marathon. I had only made it 3 houses down from my parent’s house when I stopped to let him walk by. It didn't look like he was paying attention to anything around him. He definitely looked different than most of our neighbors. He was about my height (5ft 10) but had a bigger frame. He had light brown hair and gray eyes. He had some muscle but there wasn’t a six-pack under his hairy somewhat flat stomach and chest. The thing that really stood out was that he had a lot of ink. Tattoos. His left arm was covered as was half of his right. There was a large one on his back and another big one on his left leg that looked like a serpent. His smile, though, cut right through the tough guy image of the tattoos. “Hi! I’m Stu. I just moved into my grandmother’s old house” he said. I was speechless at first since I was getting into my “running zone” and wasn’t ready for a conversation with a stranger. After a few seconds, I replied “Hi, I’m Danny. I live three houses down… until I head down to State for fall semester.” “Cool. That’s where I went. I’m sure you’ll have fun down there. It’s a great campus. You taking the summer off then?” Stu asked. He seemed really friendly and nothing like the comments I had heard from some of the neighbors that found him not clean-cut enough for the neighborhood. I replied “Kinda. No summer classes but I have a part time job.” Stu had set the boxes down and was looking back at me. His eyes seemed to wander all over my body. I had my usual running outfit on of a tank top, shorts and running shoes, all freshly washed by my mom. “Yeah, you’ll want to build up your piggy bank for next year. You’d be surprised how expensive some of the shit can be” Stu said. I could see he seemed to be thinking about something and was on the edge of saying something else but he shook his head and said “I gotta get some more of this crap sorted. There’s over 50 years of stuff she collected in there. See you around.” I took off on my run and I kept coming back to thinking about Stu. When I run I try and clear my head - it’s my relaxation time. There was just something about him that intrigued me. He was kind of sexy wearing just shorts and being all sweaty. Confident, too. Maybe that was the problem - I had never really figured out my own sexuality. I had come to the decision that I was bisexual a few years ago. I had dated girls and had sex with several of them, but I still liked checking guys out too. I was too nervous to actually do anything with a guy, especially around my home town since everyone gossips. It was one of the reasons I was looking forward to being a few hours away at the big state university so I could experiment a little. — Stu: The year started off strangely. My mom’s mother and I had always been close but she suddenly died on the coldest day of the year. When she hadn’t answered the phone two days in a row, I went over to check on her. I found her laying in bed sleeping but this was an eternal sleep that she would never awaken from. My mom had died almost ten years earlier from cancer and my dad disappeared with his new wife a year after that. He didn’t want anything to do with me, his gay son. He barely talked to my sister, either. My grandmother left everything to me which caused a rift between me and my sister. After dealing with probate, I sold my condo in the city and moved out to her house in the burbs. I had a lot of ideas of what I could do with the place and knew the huge basement would make a great playroom. I had been there about a month and was starting to feel pretty isolated. I would pull up the apps and it looked like I was in a desert. Many times the nearest guy was miles away. My friends didn’t really want to come visit but they did as long as I came into the city sometimes too, so we started to alternate weekends. When I went into the city it almost always meant going to the bath house. The baths had been a staple for me since I moved to the city after I graduated. It was a place where I could satisfy all my sexual needs without having to deal with a full time partner. I like the variety of fucking or getting fucked by different guys every time and there isn’t the bullshit that you have on dates or hookups. You might get the occasional guy who asks for a condom but that’s it. No questions about status or when did you last get tested. None of the questions about hobbies or previous relationships either. You meet, you fuck, you leave. I did get a few hits on the apps now and then. Mostly it was married guys looking to get fucked or wanted a decent blowjob and a couple that wanted to fuck. It was funny, almost all of them listed “safe only” in their profiles but when they would show up nothing was said. Many of them ended up going home to their wives with a big load of my cum inside them. I never heard from most of them after the first fuck. They usually were so embarrassed when they came down from the post-fuck high that they couldn’t get their clothes on fast enough and get out the door. I did meet a few that became fuck buddies so between them and the trips to the baths my balls always had a fresh load of sperm. One day I was taking a load of stuff from my grandmother’s house out for the garbage pickup and this young guy came jogging down the sidewalk. I almost ran into him since I really wasn’t paying attention. He was cute, on the thin side but was in nice shape. He was about my height with dark brown hair. He stopped and I introduced myself. Danny, his name was. He seemed friendly and had that twenty year old innocence about him. My gaydar was really pinging on him but he didn’t seem to be flirting back. I almost offered to hire him to help clean the junk out of the house right then and there. It would be a good way to see him closer and maybe get him down to the basement to try out some of the stuff I had put in down there. I decided to take it slow and not scare him off since he seemed to be the only person in the neighborhood who wasn’t intimidated by me. Most of the residents thought I was too young to own a house there and the fact that I had several tattoos and piercings put them off too. I heard several comments thinking I was a "hooligan" or "thug." — Danny: The next day I went for my run and looked over at Mrs. Graydon’s… er Stu’s house as I went by, hoping to see him outside. That's when I spotted the car and the "For Sale" sign in the windshield. He wasn’t around but as I came back from my run, he was out in the driveway meeting a guy. The guy was a little taller than Stu and looked a little like Mr. Johnson that owns the flower shop downtown. They were hugging each other but it was more of a bear hug than a bro-hug. Stu waved as he saw me and they went into his house and I headed off to ours to take a shower. My mind kept thinking of Stu as I showered and my dick started getting hard. I realized that I found him really sexy. He was older than me, but not as old as my dad. Probably experienced. Shit, I didn’t even know if he liked guys. The next day I asked about the car and he told me everything he knew about it. It had a pile of receipts detailing every visit it had to the dealer or Mr. Bryant's shop for maintenance. The car ran like new and he even let me test drive it. The car wasn’t much, but it was better than driving around in my mom’s minivan. It might have been 20 years old, but it only had 18,000 miles on it from going to the grocery store and church and it was a Toyota so it probably would last a while. I told my dad about it and the next day my dad was over striking a deal with Stu and the car was mine. For the next few days I would go out on my run and I would catch glimpses of him either out in the yard or going inside his house. Almost every time he just had some shorts and shoes on, but no shirt. On Friday I was coming back from my run. The day was really warm and I had my tank top in my hand as I came down the street. Stu was coming out of his house with a kitchen chair and was walking to the street. I stopped as I got to his house and said “Hi!” as he set the chair down. He said “Hi” back and then asked “Can I borrow you for a few minutes to help me take the rest of the chairs and table out here? I’m sure someone will be interested in a free kitchen table set.” “Sure!" I replied as I followed him back into his house. “Unless you need it for your place at school…” Stu said. “Nah, I’m going to be living in the dorms for the first year anyway” I replied. It took us a couple of trips to get the six chairs and the table out to the street. I was just about to head home when he asked “Do you want something to drink? It’s the least I can offer.” “Yeah, that would be good. I’m thirsty after my run” I said. He motioned for me to take a seat on one of the chairs out on the back deck. I noticed that there was a hot tub next to the deck and that the back yard was now fenced in with a tall eight foot fence. Stu came back with a few drinks in his hand. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted and I didn’t want to make another trip so I got a bottle of water, a gatorade and an iced tea. The beer’s for me” he said and chuckled. “Water’s good” I replied with a smile. “You’ve done some work back here. Last time I saw it there were weeds everywhere” I said to Stu. “Yeah, I hired some landscapers to clean everything out and put the fence up. I like it a little more private back here but Mr. Simpson said I ruined his view. It turned out even better than I hoped, though” Stu told me. “Nice hot tub. I bet that feels good after you’ve been working all day moving boxes and furniture” I said. I wasn’t sure why I said that, it was more to fill the silence. But I looked over at Stu when he didn’t reply right away and saw him staring at me. Finally he broke the stare and said “Yeah it does. Uh… you want to try it out?” I was surprised at his offer. I had only been in one a few times when my family had been on vacation at some hotel. I could tell I was blushing and I stammered out a reply “Uh… I’d like to but I don’t have a swimsuit. I could run home and get it if you’re serious.” A big smile came over his face and he replied “No need. It’s just the two of us and I prefer to be naked in there. As long as you’re ok with it…” Stu stood up and walked over to the steps and looked back at me. He walked over to the edge of the hot tub and pulled the cover back and then turned on the motor. I was kind of embarrassed and actually felt my cock twitch. I didn’t want to give him a bad impression so I took a gulp of water and headed over to the hot tub. — Stu: I watched each day go by and figured out Danny was a creature of habit. He would go jogging past my house at the start of his run and then come back about the same time every time. I laid out my plan to see if my gaydar was right about this guy. He was cute and innocent and I thought he might be a good time. I've always enjoyed getting my dick into a new ass. Finally on a Friday, I was looking out as he came back from his run and took one of my grandmother’s old kitchen chairs out to the street just as he was running by. I asked him for some help to get the rest of the chairs and the table out for the junk collectors. Just like I hoped, he agreed. Afterwards I offered him something to drink. Things moved faster than I expected when he commented about the hot tub. It was too easy. I suggested we jump in, but he wanted to get his swimsuit first. I told him I preferred to be naked in the hot tub. He didn’t put up a fight and the next thing I knew he was standing next to me by the hot tub. I dropped my shorts and kicked off my sneakers before I climbed the two steps and swung my legs over the edge into the warm water. I didn’t even really make a scene of it, but he seemed to be a little shocked at how nonchalant I was about hopping in naked in front of a stranger. Years of going to the baths does that to a guy. I’m much more comfortable naked than with clothes on. I slid down into the bubbling water and motioned for him to join me. From the angle I was at, I couldn’t see him drop his shorts, which was a shame. I did watch closely as he walked up the two stairs to get in. I looked carefully as he revealed his cock and ass and then knelt down and then got into the water. He had a nice treasure trail from his navel to his bush. It was a nice looking soft cock, about 5 inches long, a little thick and cut. It would be a nice mouthful, but I would probably have to wait for another day for that. “Slow” I kept reminding myself. We sat there in the warm water and chatted a bit. I would mix general stuff with questions about his social life, trying to find out if he was seeing someone and whether it was a guy or a girl. In the end, he wasn’t seeing anyone and since he was leaving for school soon. That made some sense, but didn't help me find out if he was gay. He had a bunch of friends and they would play video games or goof around. All pretty boring stuff. He did mention having a couple ex-girlfriends, but that didn’t mean much. Lots of gay guys do that before they come out. I did catch him looking me over and I gave him plenty of chances to see all of my body. When I got a little too hot, I would sit up on the edge of the tub, with just my lower legs and feet in the water. Danny seemed a little shy and stayed under water the whole time. — Danny: I was a little nervous about getting into the hot tub naked with another guy. I really didn’t know him that well, but I also wanted to show him I wasn’t scared to do it. I went down the stairs to get into the tub. There were some hooks on the fence next to the tub, so I could hang my shorts there and then it was a short distance to get into the tub. He was so at ease dropping his shorts and getting into the tub naked in front of me. My eyes were glued to his every move and I looked him over. The hair on his chest and stomach also covered his butt and legs. He wasn’t one of those hairy beasts you see sometimes, but he wasn’t smooth either. I just had a little patch of hair between my pecs and it just looked stupid as far as I was concerned, so I had shaved my chest since it first grew out. I left the trail between my belly button and my cock since I liked how that looked and kept my pubes trimmed so it didn’t look like a jungle down there. I climbed into the tub, trying to be careful not to slip and fall in. The next thing I knew I was sitting in the tub across from Stu. I could look at him and not be obvious. He really did look sexy. I had never known or seen anyone that had that much ink covering his body. I tried to make out all of the images that were there but still keep our conversation going. He was friendly and asked lots of stuff trying to get to know me. I realized that I hadn’t asked anything about him and then I saw the reflection. “Holy shit. You have your nipples pierced?” I blurted out. I hadn’t noticed the little bars in each nipple before. Suddenly, I was really embarrassed how I said that. Stu just laughed though and said “You just noticed? I think every time we have met my shirt has been off.” “Uh, I guess that tattoos distracted me” I replied. I immediately felt like an idiot for saying that too. Now it sounded like I was checking him out. Which I was, I just didn’t want to admit it. Stu had a big smile on his face. “Don’t worry about it. I realize that the ink and piercings aren’t a common sight around here. Look all you want. Ask questions if you want. If I didn’t expect some comments, I wouldn’t have gotten them” he said. He was sitting up on the edge of the tub and I looked over all of the tattoos and the rest of his body seeing if I had missed anything else. I was trying to avoid looking at his crotch, but another reflection drew me to his cock. It was hanging and soft but it was still bigger than mine. And there was a ring in the end of it. This time I fought back the urge to blurt out something just as stupid as I had before. After a few seconds I just said “Another piercing?” He nodded and then lifted up his cock so I could see it better. My eyes were glued on it and I just said “Fuck.” “Yep, that’s what it’s for. Feels really good when I fuck and I’m told it feels really good for them too” Stu said. He let go of his cock and slid back into the water. After a few minutes of silence I asked “Why?” “Well, some of the tattoos have meanings, others are just art. The piercings are mostly about pleasure. Except for the ears. Those I did when I was younger and are more for looks. Though when someone sucks on the bottom ear piercing it does feel good” he said and laughed again. He seemed so comfortable talking about this stuff and I was trying hard to keep my cock from being completely stiff and saying one word sentences. We talked a little more and I realized the sun was going down and I had to get home. “I need to get home before my parents worry. This was fun” I said. “My pleasure… Oh shit… I forgot… The towels are in the house. Grab your shoes and shorts and follow me in. We can dry off inside” Stu said. I tried willing my cock to go soft but it wasn’t really listening. I stood up and while my cock wasn’t as hard as it had been, it was definitely not soft. I blushed and hoped Stu wouldn’t notice as I turned and got out of the tub and went down the stairs, picking my shoes off the ground and grabbing my shorts from the hook. As much as I tried to hide it, Stu had noticed. “The hot bubbling water usually does that. Don’t worry” he said. I think he winked at me too, but I was too embarrassed to look at him. I followed him into the house and he reached into a cabinet and pulled out two towels, tossing one to me. I dried off making sure the towel covered my cock. Once dry, I pulled my jock and shorts on and then my tank top. “Thanks for the dip in the hot tub. It was fun” I said turning to the door. “No problem. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for helping me move the stuff. I might want some more help another time. There’s a lot of stuff here and lots of my stuff is still sitting in the basement. See you later” Stu said. — Stu: Damn, Danny’s cute. It took everything I had not to slither over to the other side of the hot tub and ravage him. He definitely stayed coy about whether he was into guys, but I really think he is just waiting for the right opportunity. Hopefully I can give him that, and a lot more. When we got out of the hot tub, he bent over to get his shoes and I almost ran over and buried my face in his ass. His legs had a little hair on them and there was a little more between his ass cheeks, but that hole had my mouth watering. It looked so perfect and tight and I knew it would feel good with my tongue or cock deep inside it. I caught him the next day when he was coming back from his run and asked him if he was up for making a few bucks helping me clean out the rooms in the house. I told him it would be just a couple hours each day he wanted to work. Since I work at home, my schedule is usually flexible. I told him he could just stop by any time after 2PM on weekdays and he could work for a couple hours and then go for his run. He said it sounded good since he could set what days he would work. I just asked he give me an hour or more notice so I could adapt my work schedule. I didn’t mention that I also might have to get rid of a hookup, hehe. He started stopping over a few days later. He really did help out a lot. He was good at sorting junk from valuables and useless old mail from bills that might need attention. The first day he stumbled across my grandmother’s toy box with a vibrator and a couple dildos. He was so embarrassed. I already had my own collection downstairs so I just told him to “pitch them.” I think he might have taken one home with him or came back and got the whole box later. It was hard to tell with all the garbage cans we were filling.

Over the weekend i was at the mall and was lucky enough to have some fun. Cruising the urinals a guy caught my eye and had me follow him to a quiet corner in a department store. Once there he told me to get on my knees to which he grabbed my head and shoved it into his crotch while lowering the waistband of his joggers. After rubbing his cock on my face he asked me to follow him to his truck. Followed him over, hopped in the back seat and started sucking his cock. About half way through he said he had a friend that was around and looking as well and if he could text him. I said "mhm" through a mouthful of cock. After he finished he got out and his friend got in and i proceeded to suck his cock as well. After both were finished i was kicked out and left in the parking lot. I loved being used and abused like a little cocksleeve.

I'm so excited to tell someone that today I took four loads at my city's old bathhouse! I felt like such a slut talking all that raw cock inside me, so many older men turned my hole into a cunt, most of them doubled me in age. I lost count how many men I had sex with today, which Is a first for me! Honestly, by the end I was feeling so proud of myself for letting loose (both mentally and physicaly hehe). I'm not used to be bred so much in a day, but I fucking loved it. I had such amazing sex, I felt my hole begging to keep being barebacked, dicks went from ass to mouth and to ass again, and I was happy to serve the men at the bathhouse. I went home with a huge smile in my face and four loads in my ass! And even after a few hours, my hole was still dripping the cum of several strangers. I can't wait to go again!

Woke up for work yesterday tired as hell and really contemplated calling off but I was like nah let’s push through it it’s Wednesday only a few more days till the weekend. Got ready for work and left for the train station. I walked past a car where I caught a glimpse of the guys phone screen where he was looking at some dick and ass snapchats. I paused for a second by his car but kept walking. I got to the train station and sat down. A few min later the guy walked in and we immediately made eye contact. He walked over and sat next to me. He quietly asked me why I was creeping on him earlier? Til him I was just walking by and happened to see him scrolling through some dicks and holes. He asked if he liked anything I saw? Told him didn’t really take a good look but one of the dicks on there looked big and hot. He asked if if I wanted to see another big one. Told him I’m always down for that. So went into the bathrooms around the corner. We walked in he threw his bag on the ground took off his shirt undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants his semi hard dick flopped out it was a nice thick 7.5 dick with a slight left curve. I reached over and grabbed it and started to slowly jerk him . He pushed my shoulder down and I got on my knees and began to suck him. He put his hand in the back of my head and pushed me into his crotch. His dick began to get bigger and and push further into my throat. After a few thrusts his dick was rock solid and sliding in and out of my throat. He pushed me back on the ground and got between my legs. Spat on my hole and I’m his dick and grabbed my hips. He pushed hard against my hole until his dick piped inside me and he slid all the way up inside me. He started to fuck me full length strokes of that hot hard dick. We heard the train coming but he was balls deep in me. He began fucking me harder more power behind his thrusts. I moaned out and he grabbed me by the throat. Started really pounding my hole as we heard the train leaving. His raw dick sliding in and out of me deep and hard. I wrapped my legs around his waist and told him to breed me. He started ducking me faster his balls clapping on my cheeks. He thrusted all th way up inside of me and moaned out as he began to shoot his load in my guts flooding me. I jerked my dick as fast as I could and shot my load all over his slim abs and mine . He pulled out of me said see ya around slut and left. I was still on the floor nude and full of his cum I called my boss to tell him I won’t be coming in. Got my clothes back on and left with an ass full of strangers cum.

I hooked up with the POZ guy. He knew I was a bugchaser and I knew he was into converting me POZ. We did it. 4 yrs ago.

After a convo i've had earlier, I may be ready to take that leap. A guy ive been messaging for awhile now and wanting to hook up with; my fucked up work schedule has it's issues, we started talking more and I knew he was poz undect. and figured I wanted to hookup with an undect. guy so i can get over that hurdle. of taking poz cum. He asked me if ive ever taken a actual poz load and said not yet. He then asked if i was OK to get knocked up by taking a poz toxic load, he had a friend who is poz off meds and he would love for him to poz me and the more we talked, the more rock hard my cock got and told him that i would do it when the time was right and hopefully i could with my work schedule. He is going to talk to the other guy and see what can happen. he did say again that if he fucks me i would be pozzed. being on this site has opened my eyes to this and I know I want this if the chance happens.

Thanks! I am truly glad you like it! The story still continues and I will write more. There’s still a lot of life to go for the Bravos. There’s quite a bit I plan to write.

That - your first statement in this thread - should give you your answer. I agree with almost everything said by the other respondents, and am adding my 2 cents worth. By all means, discuss the upcoming plans with the long-term partner you love so much. Since you and he have had a (somewhat?) open relationship in the past, why not at least include him in the decision, rather than simply exclude him altogether? If you're afraid he might become hurt or angry, and you value your "very LTR" enough, you have your answer. Maybe be, however - even if he's no longer interested in the Lust-driven sexual behavior he once was - he would very much encourage you to go take those loads. We don't have enough information to opine on these fine points in your "very LTR", other than in generalities. You do. I would always vote for being honest first, and, depending on the reaction, make the decision you're wrestling with. In the end though, only you can determine which is the bigger betrayal.

I think you should weigh your sexual needs against the potential consequences for your partner, and for your relationship. First, it's OK to want sex with new people. It also sounds as if your partner is generally aware of, and not entirely closed to, your desire to get bred by other men, since you guys "used to play with others". Why not ask him, in this case? It's better if he's currently aware of the risks and is taking normal, sensible precautions for any sexually active gay man (regardless of any agreement to be monogamous): getting regular and frequent HIV and STI tests. His awareness may have declined in the two years since you guys last played with others. For yourself, in the long term: If you have difficulty getting PrEP, it's also likely that, in the small chance that you get HIV from a one-time encounter, you'd also get substandard HIV care: slower diagnosis and slower initiation of treatment. Find the best sexual health care for gay men in your country. Have a solid HIV and STI testing regimen in place. Find out what kind of HIV test is being used — a fourth-generation antibody+P24 antigen test that can detect a new HIV infection in few weeks, or a second-generation antibody test that tells your status as of a few months ago. Insist on getting the range of STI vaccines that are the standard of care in some parts of the world (vaccines against Hepatitis A, Hepatitis B, and HPV). Find out how quickly HIV treatment is initiated, for people in your country who are newly infected. I agree with parts of what @MuscledHorse and @cman54 have said. One way to put their ideas together would be to say that, if in the end you need to get fucked by other men to be satisfied sexually, you should do that, and you will, but your partner should be aware, and there's a chance that he will end the relationship. If it comes down to that, no matter how much you "love the guy", don't stay in a relationship that prevents you from having the sex you want.

Hello everyone! Thanks for checking out this next chapter — it has been a bit since I was able to last update this story. Due to lots of traveling, constant working and catching the flu I haven’t had as much time as I would like to work on this project, but I am excited to share this next installment with you. There are a few more chapters living in my head and I would love to hear what you would like to see these boys (and maybe a few others) experience. As a warning, this next chapter includes some kink play (fisting, body training/modification talk) that may not be liked by everyone. Enjoy and as always please feel free to drop me a message or leave a comment below! Thanks and happy reading! Chapter Four: A Surprise New Kink The holidays were fairly mundane at home. I played the organ for the local church’s Christmas Eve service and my family exchanged gifts. My mom was the only one who commented on the fact that I didn’t have my usual appetite and seemed a little bit paler than usual. I told her that she really shouldn’t worry, that I was just tired from all the festivities. In reality, I knew that my body was finally accepting its fate as being part-Blake forever, and I was kind of in love with that. When the dorms opened up January second, I had the car packed and ready to get back to school and back into Blake’s arms. We sent each other constant messages and exchanged a few nudes back and forth. Before him, I never would have ever thought a dick was photogenic. I was a bit concerned that I didn’t ever hear anything from Chris. After he left that night he hadn’t called or texted. Hopefully he wasn’t regretting what had happened or feeling too bad. Blake and I made plans for my first night back to get together and catch up after the holidays. After speeding back to campus and getting my dorm room ready, I sat and waited for Blake to arrive. When I got the text to meet him in front of the dorm, I swear I walked on air to get to him and sucked on his lips like they held the last drops of water in the universe. We didn’t say much as we hooked arms around each other and made our way to the elevator. Eventually we made it up to my dorm room with most of our clothing still on, and I pushed him into the sofa. He flung his bag across the room as I launched myself at him; I began tearing at the buttons on his shirt in a desperate effort to have his skin rubbing with mine. His lips curled into a mischievous grin as I found his fly was made up of buttons which were almost impossible to undo with his excited bulge keeping the fabric taut. “Fuck you!” I laughed into his mouth. Blake laughed, “I wanted to make you work for it a little bit, at least!” I tweaked his nipple and elicited a gasp from him. ‘Payback, bitch,’ I thought to myself. “You’re going to pay for that one.” Blake grabbed grabbed my head and roughly thrust it down to his still-covered crotch. I inhaled the scent wafting off his pants in warm waves and moaned. “That’s right Paul, let me natural hormones make you horny.” If I thought I was horny before this moment, I kicked into overdrive at this talk. I was struggling to get enough oxygen, but it didn’t even matter. His smell made me feel like I could live forever just inhaling his essence. Blake continued to grind my face into his crotch as he slipped his hand down my back and reached into my pants to begin massaging my hole. Moans were a constant in my life now, and Blake’s expert treatment of my hole was driving me completely wild. He really is an animal when he gets going. “Okay, get up and out of these pants.” Blake’s demands had me grinning from ear to ear. When did I become this submissive? I shucked my pants off and threw them behind us onto the floor. Blake prowled down and began nibbling at my taint as he allowed his dry fingers to continue to rub around my still-tight ring. By now I was shivering uncontrollably — where did Blake learn how to make boys putty in his hands? Just as I was thinking that I was getting close to cumming without having touched my cock at all, Blake stopped all motion and stood up. “Don’t move a muscle.” I lay perfectly still as I heard him rummaging around the bag he had unceremoniously dropped when he first came into the room. He came back a few minutes later and I felt some cool liquid sliding down my taint and over my hole. This was a new experience. I don’t remember us playing a lot with lube before. As if he was reading my mind Blake piped up, “you’re in for a new experience today. Do you trust me?” “Yes, I trust you,” I panted, “just keep making me feel good.” “I promise I will do just that.” Blake began using three fingers to rake the lube into my hole. The constant movement without friction on my sphincter was a new pleasurable sensation. Sex had always been about power and control before. Pain was a part of that process. Now, though, as Blake massaged the lube as deep as his knuckles would allow, I could feel something else taking over both of us. Some kind of sensual cohesion that we would probe the depths of what we both knew we could handle. That mutual connection was doing wonders to me. Blake kept diligently working more lube into my hole, eventually slipping four fingers into my hole and using them like a spade while he poured even more thick lube deep into my gut. With half of his hand inside me, he leaned down and kissed me passionately. As our tongues danced, I felt him adjust his hand position and pull it partially out. My brain went blank for a moment. I needed him inside me. I wanted him to destroy me to satisfy himself. Somehow that translated into a strange sensation that I could feel in my sphincter. I created an almost sucking motion and as he tucked his thumb around into a duck bill shape, I felt his entire hand slide straight into my hole. Immediately the sensation became more than I could take. My legs began shaking uncontrollably, my brain began to short circuit. It was as if my skin was on fire. My senses seemed hyper aware, I felt color, smelled sound — nowhere had I ever heard of such a transcendental experience. Blake kept his tongue working against mine as my brain melted into mush. What was left of my individuality disappeared and we merged into one. Eventually my body got used to the feeling of the massive stretch of Blake’s fine hands in my hole and I began to relax again. Blake began to gently move his fingers around and immediately found my prostate. I began leaking copious amounts of precum and he leaned down to lick it right from my cock. “Mmm. You’re so sweet and delicious all the time.” He smiled and brought his lips to mine so I could taste my essence. Feeling this I thought I could die a happy man. What else do you need? Being one with your partner, sharing everything between yourselves, it all seemed like perfection to me. Kissing me deeply, Blake used that distraction to firmly remove his hand when I took a breath. I could feel the cool air of the dorm room against my gaping hole. Blake went to take a look. “Holy fuck, Paul — you look gorgeous! Absolutely sick but gorgeous!” “Take a picture so I can see!” I demanded. Blake found his phone and quickly snapped a photo. When he handed me the phone I could barely believe what I saw. I was dripping with sweat, precum, and lube, my hair was matted, my eyes were dilated and sparkling. I looked like I was in heaven, legs spread wide exposing my hole. Except my hole was gone. In its place was an alien looking gash that sagged open. Surrounding the gash was my normally perky, tightly-closing sphincter which was slightly open as if begging for another hand. “How is this my fucking body, Blake!?!?” I couldn’t keep the slight edge of panic out of my voice. Horny panic, I suppose it was. “Will it go back to normal?” Blake could clearly hear my misgivings and came up next to me and snuggled close. “You’ve just taken your first fist, Paul. I’m sorry if I scared you, but I thought you would like that.” “Yeah, I’m not really that scared as much as surprised? How the hell did you get your hand inside?” “It only takes a lot of patience, trust, and lube. I knew we didn’t have anywhere to be and I wanted you to feel good. Did you like it?” I thought back to the moments we had just shared before I responded, “I loved it. I’ve never felt anything like it, but seeing that picture freaked me out! Did you permanently break my hole?” Blake chuckled and slid against me, still covered in the sticky mixture of drying lube, sweat, and precum. “You’re not going to be permanently broken, but if you want to experience that more we can train your hole together. Your sphincter is like any other muscle — the more you use it, the more control you have over it. I know some guys who can open their holes so big you could stick a dick inside and not even touch the walls, but they have perfectly normal and healthy lives.” Blake’s description sank in for a moment. Holes that big surely couldn’t be real. But what if they were? “That seems like a bit of a stretch,” (Blake snorted at the unintentional pun) “but people do this without harm?” “All the time,” Blake assured me. “And besides, if you ever want to do it again, you looked so hot writhing under me.” Blake casually snaked his hand down to my hole, still gaping slightly from the stretch it had been given before. Part of my brain seemed hell bent on stopping this from going any farther, but I still hadn’t cum yet and pleasing Blake felt like the most important thing I could do at the moment. I arched my back and gave him easy access to my hole. He dove straight back in with four fingers and my hole seemed to make room quite easily as he resumed his stretching efforts. Round two was even more intense than the first one. Once Blake got his whole fist inside me, he kept pressing deeper into my hole before slowly pulling his hand out past the heel of his palm and then pushing in again. We took things slowly, and the odd sensation of feeling him constantly stretching my hole to capacity began to feel familiar. As did the feeling of his fingers moving against my colon. I looked down at my belly half expecting to see his hand moving like an alien under my smooth skin, but I couldn’t see anything. I supposed he was pretty low in my body, but it still felt like he would come popping through my belly button at any minute. Eventually we worked into a comfortable rhythm where he was pushing against my prostate. My cock fully inflated and started to bounce around in rhythm to his hand motions for only about a minute before I cried out and fountains of cum began to spray us both from the head of my still-bouncing dick. I must have convulsed around his hand tightly when I came because I felt him freeze his hand inside after and let me come down from my ejaculation high. We kissed deeply and he rubbed my body in a massage to get me relaxed enough to pull his hand out of me as gently as he could. Both of us totally exhausted (and Blake still wearing most of his clothes) we fell asleep on my bed. When I woke up hours later, the bed, sheets, and our bodies were all stuck together in an acrid mix of cum, lube, and sweat. I know I should be disgusted, but all I could think was how this most amazing boy showed me a new world and I never wanted to give him up for anything. As I settled back against him and he pulled me close, I thought of all the new experiences I had had and dreamed of the crazy, kinky future we would have together. Little did I know just how much fun we would have.

The Sniffles app does what BBRT used to do and post group parties. I am going to one tomorrow.

The following from All Out, the World-Wide GLBT+ Agency specifically helping Ukrainian Gays get to safety: there is a video with several of the leadership describing exactly what they're doing and where, but I couldn't figure out how to get it on here. There is a way to see it though ... it was sent to everyone who coughed up a little dough. Just sayin ... Can you send them a few bucks? AllOut.org ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The All Out movement has brought me to tears. Thanks to your generosity, we've transferred over $100,000 in donations from All Out members directly to groups supporting LGBT+ Ukrainian refugees and activists. And there's $150,000 more (and counting) in donations to give out! I just returned from visiting one of those groups in Romania, while my colleagues were doing the same in Poland. Everywhere I looked, you could tell that war was near. But the spirit of your support was alive. I wanted to show you just what an incredible impact your donations are having. Check out this video report from our visit to shelters supporting Ukrainian refugees. Donations from members like you have had an incredible impact so far, helping to pay for shelter, transportation, legal counseling, translators, psychological support, and many other urgent needs for Ukrainian refugees. Thank you! But as you read this, thousands of LGBT+ people, rainbow families, and human rights activists are still in danger. Some are fleeing from Russian troops, others are arriving in foreign countries, without any resources. We have a historic responsibility to continue to come together. We’re working nonstop with partners on the ground to continue to get as much support as possible to them. Can you take the next step in supporting this work by becoming an Equality Champion with a monthly donation of $10 today? Your monthly gift will enable us to continue to jump into action to support our grassroots partners when LGBT+ lives are at stake. Stay tuned for more on how the All Out movement is continuing to provide urgent support and resources to Ukrainian refugees. Thanks for going All Out, Matt Executive Director (he/him)

YESSS! Fucking YES! Gawd I love this story! Pure cumdump sex addict lust! oink!

You're all too right that one needs to be alert and apprehensive in this situation. A guy acting as you describe is on day 4 of a chem-fueled bender and the shadow people are now talking to him. It's also possible that he's simply paranoid to start with, and the lack of sleep and too much tina has aggravated his paranoia. Over the years, I've learned that those guys should be shown the exit at the earliest possible moment (or that I should leave at the earliest possible moment).

Might I point out that getting your Hole fucked full is HIS job - not yours ...

I’m running out of superlatives to praise Iosolent’s powerful prose.

---- **Story Catch-up** At this point in our story… Loads in Nico: 7 Studs who've used Nico: Omar (boyfriend) x2, Omar's stepbrother Luciano ("Lucho"), and 4 anonymous rapists ---- CH6 - "Dad Fills Me with His Big Secret" Omar brought the car to a stop in front of Nico's dad's house and switched the engine off. Nico, who was naked, collared, and leashed in the passenger seat, felt cum leaking from his freshly raped pussy onto Omar's leather seat. Omar inhaled the strong odor of cum that had mixed so seductively with the new-car smell of his otherwise spotless interior. The thought that he was inhaling the scent of young boyfriends' rapists' semen sent a thrill through Omar's body. He leaned over and kissed Nico, trying to imagine what all the raw rapists' cocks had looked like as they sprayed their toxic loads into his boyfriend's tender insides. Nico savored Omar's lips as he gave himself fully to the kiss. Omar reached down and slid his whole hand between Nico's cum-sloppy ass cheeks and pressed firmly against Nico's wet opening as the two kissed more deeply. "How many loads in you?," Omar asked between kisses. "Seven," Nico replied. "Hot, babe. You took four loads from your rapists?" Omar sounded … not shocked, not disturbed, not even upset -- just mildly surprised. Nico offered no response, as he focused on the feeling in his hole of having been fucked out and stuffed full of so much cum. For the time being, Nico avoided the thought of having been pumped full of HIV by his toxic rapists. "Nico, I just want you to know that I think it's really hot what you let those men do to you tonight," Omar offered gently. "Letting a bunch of random men dump their gifts in your cunt is going to make Daddy Lucho very happy." Nico perked up at hearing mention of Omar's brother's name. "You think so?," he inquired. "Come on, you greedy little slut," Omar responded, sounding upbeat. "Your dad's been waiting." * * * As the front door opened, Nico's naked body came into his father's view. "Come on in, come on in you two lovebirds!," Nico's dad welcomed them as though nothing were out of sorts -- certainly not as though he were greeting his unclothed whore of a son who was wearing nothing but a leather collar and leash while standing outside where any of the neighbors could readily see. "So good to see you, Omar!" Nico's dad gave Omar a warm embrace. "I hope we didn't make you wait too long, Don," Omar offered. "You mean all these eighteen years?!?," Don blurted out with a laugh as he looked directly at Nico, scanning his son's naked body up and down with a hungry delight. "Speaking of which, how's my baby boy's hole feeling? I've been waiting to hear how your little event turned out. Why don't you both come in, and we can head upstairs, get comfortable, and you can catch me up on what a whore my son has been tonight." Nico relaxed a bit hearing how obviously proud his dad sounded calling his own son a "whore." Nico's gaze drifted down toward Don's crotch in search of signs of his father's engorged approval as Omar pulled on Nico's leash and led him upstairs to Don's bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Don began removing his clothes as Omar, apparently already knowing his cues, led Nico by the leash to the foot of the bed and indicated with a nod for Nico to climb up. Omar wrapped Nico's leash loosely around the bedpost and took a seat in one of the chairs along the wall. Don dropped his underwear to the floor and now fully naked, walked over to his son who was naked on the bed. Brushing Nico's hair back with his hand, Don watched Nico's eyes transfix on his engorged cock. "You like looking at the dick that created you, son?," Don asked. Nico finally looked up from his father's swollen cock, feeling a bit embarrassed -- and wondering if he was being too obvious about the lust building inside him for his dad's manhood. "I hope your pussy didn't get beat up too badly, Nicky," Don said as he ran his hand through his son's hair tenderly with one hand and slowly stroked his engorged member with the other. "They raped me, Dad." "I know, son." Don shushed Nico as he began stroking himself more vigorously. "It's what I raised you for." Nico's heart raced, and his cock stiffened. He noticed Omar stroking himself over in the corner. The ache in Nico's freshly used rectum reawakened as he reckoned with the inevitability of his father fucking him. Nico worried that the virus-saturated cum loads sloshing around inside his fuckchute could infect his father and ruin their relationship. His stress levels rose even as he yearned to take his father's raw dick. "Turn around, Nicky," Don said as he gripped his cock forcefully with one hand and spat on it. "It's Daddy's turn inside your hole." Nico turned over and got on all fours before lowering his muscular ass cheeks over the edge of the mattress. He couldn't believe that he was about to let his father slide his big raw cock into the cummy mess of diseased semen that Nico was holding inside his boy cunt. Don lined his impressive cock up to Nico's exposed hole, which was still bright pink from his gang rape. Don marveled at the strong odor of semen coming from his son's backside. "How many loads inside my cumslut of a son?" Don pressed his raw cock head against his son's loosened ass lips. "Seven, Dad," Nico replied nervously, thinking about the poz loads that he was about to recklessly expose his own father to. "That hardly sounds like enough cum for my hungry whore of a son." Nico smiled at hearing his father call him a whore again. Nico laid his head against the mattress and with his hands spread his ass cheeks to demonstrate his complete compliance. Don pushed his hips forward. His cock head easily parted Nico's cum-lubed fuckhole as he pressed fully into the warm chamber of viral semen inside his son. "Fuck, Nicky! Holy fuck, your pussy's completely flooded." The feeling of being so completely used and sore from multiple rapes combined with his father's raw dick now pressing into his rapists' collected ejaculate put Nico over the top. In that moment, he knew this was everything that he'd ever wanted: to be a cum receptacle for all men; to be a perverted little fuck toy for his own father; to be a hole for all cocks and all loads to use at will and on demand. Nico yearned to be the cumslut that his father had always wanted. "Please fuck me, Daddy," Nico implored like a faggot in heat. He reached underneath himself with one hand and placed his fingers against his father's raw cock shaft. Don started sliding his cock in and out of his son until a small puddle of cum began to form on his shaft. Nico's hole sounded wet and juicy as his father's cock continued forcing small globs of sperm out of Nico's insides and onto his long, hard dad cock. "Oh damn, we probably should have kept all this cum for the rape kit." Don snickered as he continued bareback fucking his son. "Oh well!" Omar chuckled in the corner as he continued watching his young boyfriend commit incest right in front of him. "You like using my rapists' cum as lube, Daddy?" "Fuck, son. When did you become such a perverted little slut?" Don began pounding his son's hole much harder, causing Nico to moan. "Bet you loved taking all those rapists' poz loads up your guts, didn't you, son?" Nico's heart skipped a beat. Dad knew. Don pounded his son's hole faster. "You're gonna be Daddy's little pussy boy from now on, son." "Yes, Daddy." "You ready for Daddy's strain, too?" Nico's stomach flipped as his father's cock pummeled his already tender, cum-filled insides. The thought of being loaded by his eighth load of the night and his third high viral load made Nico leak more precum. Don's balls contracted and his cock erupted inside his son as he unloaded heavily into his own child's rectum. "The same baby batter that made you is now infecting you with HIV," Don said as he smiled approvingly at his son's cumhole still wrapped around his long, raw cock. "Do you think Uncle Leo and Uncle Rocco would like my used pussy, too, Daddy?," Nico said, before his dad even had a chance to withdraw his cock from his son's insides. "That's an excellent question, Nicky. Let's ask Omar. As a matter of fact, he's already been texting them videos of you taking my raw cock tonight."

Chubby blonde kid who pulled up while I was sitting out smoking a joint on the trail. He motioned for me to come over to his car and asked if I had more. I said I didn't but we could share and got in his car. He had these pretty blue eyes and as we passed it back and forth and he was smiling at me and I asked him what was up. He asked if I did this often and I asked if he meant get in a car with a guy and he said yeah. I said I did and he put his hand on my thigh and started rubbing it getting slowly closer to my cock. I did the same to him and asked him if he did it often and he smiled and said nothing. As we finished the joint he undid my shorts, pulled off his t-shirt, and went down on my cock. I was enjoying it and told him I wanted to suck him too and he undid the front of his shorts and pulled them down and I went to town on his cock. He had a nice thick uncut one and I was enjoying how he tasted. I told him I knew a place we could go if he wanted to do more and he asked if I could host. I said I couldn't and he said he couldn't either. I said I was cool to do it in his car but we needed to park somewhere more private. He asked where I had in mind and I told him it was an empty house with a fenced in backyard, very private. He said he was cool for that and we pulled up our shorts and headed there. Once we were inside the backyard we stripped down and started smoking another joint and jerking each other. We started making out once we finished the joint and I told him I was down to fuck if he wanted too. He said he was and wanted me to do him first and reached into his shorts and pulled out a condom. I smiled as clearly the kid was prepared to fuck and looking for it. I said I was cool to start without and put one on as we got closer and told him I was fine with him fucking me without one. His face lit up at that and he said for me to fuck him first and get him good and horny. I spat on his and my cock and slowly worked my cock inside him as he smoked another joint, sometimes passing it back to me. He was moaning in delight and a couple times I came close to cumming but pulled back. I was jacking his cock as well and could feel the steady stream of precum pouring out of him and told him it was time for him to fuck me. I wiped his precum on my ass and got in position up against the house for him to enter me. I loved that he was down for barebacking me and hoped he'd change his mind when I was back in him again. His cock was straining my ass and I was telling him how good he felt and how bad I wanted him to cum inside me. He busted his load inside me with a satisfied groan, forcing me up against the house, giving me deep short thrusts and I could feel his seed flood my ass. He whispered in my ear that it was his turn now and I was determined to do him the same way. I reached down in my shorts to get him another joint and saw the condom package laying on the ground. There was no way I was going to pick it up and put one on now. He lit up the joint and I slid back in him and started fucking away. He didn't even ask about the condom and was just blissfully smoking away and I started fucking the shit out of his ass. I was just going to pretend I didn't see the condom, didn't remember it, and apologize for cumming in his ass. I let him cum in me no questions and it only seemed fair he take me the same way. He was moaning with delight anyhow, the little pig. He'd probably done this with other guys, maybe they wrapped for him, maybe not. He was no different than me and with that thought I blasted my load deep inside him. He let out a satisfied moan and I wasn't sure if it was because he knew I'd cum inside him or just enjoyed it. I slid out of him and he turned around to kiss me and felt my cock and realized I had no condom on. "Did you forget?" I admitted I had and that I was too turned on and forgot. He said it was OK and that he was pretty high too and left it at that as we made out some more. He wound up fucking me again pumping another load in me and let me fuck him again, this time knowingly taking my load.

11. The first part of work wasn’t so bad, the big loads inside my hole, plus the work out had actually cooled the fire inside me. It wasn’t until around three o’clock when the itch came back, creeping through my brain. I surreptitiously started swapping back and forth between sending emails and sending messages on Scruff. There were more people close by than normal it felt. My office wasn’t exactly in a highly residential part of town, so it could be a little bit of a desert occasionally. Today however it seemed to be hopping, and there were several guys pretty close by. I had changed my profile the day before to describe my new-found self more accurately. It now read proudly that I was a BB bottom, no condoms, looking for hung tops. There was a new profile just a few hundred feet away. There was no face, but the profile boasted of wanting to breed hungry holes, and the photos it did have were of a heavy torso, the kind that powerlifters get, big but also round. I messaged him, jumping straight to the point: horny? You have no idea: came his reply, almost immediately. He must have had the phone open in his hand. I unlocked my pics, which now featured a picture of my caged cock leaking a thing string of precum. He, unlocked his in return, still no face but more importantly a big fat mushroom headed cock, and a pair of low hanging full looking balls. My hole twitched. I’m at work, when are you free? I responded. Where do you work? I told him the building. Well that’s convenient, I work in the same building. Do you know the 19th floor? Yeah… Off the elevator, to the right, half down the hallway. The company there moved out last month and there’s a private bathroom there no one uses. Fuck yes! Meet there in 10? See you there. I made up a little sign to stick on my computer “stepped out, back in 20” and slipped out of the office. There is a gender neutral bathroom between the other two, go in, get naked, and leave the door unlocked: he messaged as I arrived on the 19th floor. I found the bathroom easily enough, in a small vacant multi office unit, and closed the door to the single occupant bathroom behind me. I pulled my shirt off, and put my pants over the lid of the trash can. I stood now, in just my shoes and a jock. Then the door was opening, as soon as I heard the latch click back I turned to see who was there. My stomach dropped. “I don’t normally do this sort of thing” my boss said in his deep gravely voice, “well, with employees that is.” “I am so sorry Sir, I shouldn’t have been.. I mean.. I can just... please don’t think that I…” I was stammering, but was also excited. “If you want to go, you absolutely can and I won’t say anything about this and it will never effect work.” “I, its just… you know…” “But, if you want to stay,” he grabbed his crotch and I saw now the thick outline of a hard cock in his pants. That stopped my stammering. “I’ve got a two day load I need to blow and I’ve wanted to breed your hole since the day you started.” The monster inside me was fully awake, everything else went out the window. I licked my lips, and then turned around bending forward onto the sink. “I was hoping that would be your answer.” I watched him undress in the mirror. Unbuttoning his shirt and laying it on top of my pants on the trash can. He was muscular enough that there was no overlooking it even in a button-down but seeing his big solid torso bare was spectacular. He was so much hairier than I had even thought from the picture on his profile. He was amazing. Then the pants were off, and he was standing there in a pair of straining white briefs that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He came closer, and I bent more forward. He surprised me though by getting down on his knees and spitting right into my open hole. Then his stubble was on my cheeks and his tongue slid into my hole. I moaned my approval as he lapped at my well used ass. “Fuck. Is that cum I taste?” “Yeah, I took two loads at the gym this morning,” I said, now totally uninhibited. “I guess I should have been checking Scuff at work more often. If I had known you were the slut I wanted you to be I could have been using this cunt for ages.” “Well it’s your now,” I grinned. “Oh, I’m going to take advantage of that fact,” and he dove back into my hole. “Fuck, yes. Please.” I watched him in the mirror, his head wedged tight between by cheeks. I pushed my ass back onto him, winking my hole open allowing his tongue deeper in. “God, your hole is begging me to fuck it.” “Please.” “You want my raw cock.” He stood up, and finally pushed his briefs down. His cock was blocked from my view but I felt the head on my cheeks. It felt heavy, and already slick with precum. “I need it.” He lent forward. His chest pressed against my back, and his mouth inches from my ear. “I know you do. This cunt is hungry.” “Please. Use me. Breed my cunt.” “Any time,” One hand held my shoulder, the other lined his cock up with my hole, and then push. The warm bliss swept up my body from my hole as he slid inside me. The loads from the gym lubed his dry cock as it stretched me out once more. It was easy, it was pleasure, it was joyous. “Fuck,” he groaned, and bottomed out, “you took that like a fucking champ.” “I’ve had a lot of practice lately.” “Perfect.” He started to fuck me. Long deep strokes, medium pace. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, but he also wasn’t going easy on me. He hammered my hole hard over and over. I was grunting and thrusting my ass back as hard as I could. He was growling, both of his hands on my shoulders now. My hole felt wet and sloppy as he used me. Looking at myself in the mirror I was shocked by the look in my eyes. I had seen that look in pornos that I’d watched before. It was the look of a bottom lost in being used. It was the look of someone who had found his place, was consumed with lust. Mike and I would jokingly call it cum-lust eventually. I was looking at the face of a cumdump. I was my bosses cumdump. “God your hole feels so fucking good. I wish I had more time right now to really use this cunt.” “You can have it any time you want, there will be lots of chances for you to use me.” “Fuck yes.” “Use me as your office slut.” “You read my mind. Fuck I’m going to breed you. Make you mine. Fill your fucking hole.” “Yes, please. Breed me! Flood my cunt!” “Take my fucking load boy!” “Please!” “Cumdump!” “Breed me!” “Fuck!” He switched to holding my hips and fucked me even harder. I had to brace whole body against the sink to keep from falling over. His face was contorting, his teeth bared with an animal lust, and his eyes narrowed. He roared and then bottomed out inside me completely. His balled pulled up tight to his body, and I was filled with another load. He shook a little and rested on my back as his breath returned to normal. “Good boy.” “Thank you! I needed that.” “Me too.” He straightened up, and slowly pulled his cock from my hole with a wet squelsh. I spun around and dropped to my knees. For the first time I saw his naked cock. His balls hung low under his cock, swinging lightly. The big mushroom head was slick with cum from my hole. A long thick vein ran vertically down from the head into the dense pubes surrounding the wide base. It was a beautiful cock. I swallowed it down, licking the cum and ass juice from it. He shuddered and groaned. His hands rested on the back of my head. For a moment his cock started to deflate in my mouth, I slowed down my sucking, but a moment later it was getting hard again. His hands held tight to the back of my head, and his hips started to move. Not two minutes after dumping a load in my hole, my boss was now face fucking me. I gagged a little, swallowing hard to allow his cock deeper into my mouth. I pulled air in through my nose, not wanting to let him down or force his cock from my mouth. His fingers were twisting into my hair as he became steadily rougher. Being face fucked had never been my schtick before, but here on the floor of a bathroom with my boss in my mouth, I loved it. Maybe it wasn’t just loads in my hole I needed but to be used by men. Being his hole was what was getting me off. His breath changed like before, and low growls came from his throat. I was about to swallow his load. He pulled his cock back till the head was resting right at the edge of my lips, his slit aimed perfectly into my mouth. There was a moment of nothing, and then cum slammed into my mouth. Pump after pump filled my mouth and throat. I swallowed, hungrily drawing his load deep inside me. “Fuck. Jesus that was amazing.” “Thank you, Sir.” “I need to get back down for a meeting. Wait a few minutes before following after me?” “Sure,” I said getting up grinning. “Hey,” he said, starting to get dressed, “Wanna meet me up here at 5? I can pump one more load in your hole before heading home?” “I’ll see you then.” “Perfect.” Then he left, and I stood there in my jock, two of my boss’s loads in my hole and the promise of another one.

First - the reason you haven't been tested is that there is no reliable test for HPV at this point. Speaking as someone with a close friend who contracted HPV and is now dealing with oropharyngeal cancer, you need to be upfront with anyone with whom you have sex. The idea that people can just hide a disease that is easily sexually transmissible and not have any compunctions about it frankly shocks the hell out of me. Yes, that likely will cut down on the number of people you have sex with, because some people won't want to take the risk. Those who were vaccinated as older children or young adults are least likely to have problems develop, but the reality is a majority of sexually active people have probably been exposed to HPV already, and most people remain asymptomatic. And yes, in one sense, it's preferential for people to manage their own risks (seeking the HPV vaccine before they've been exposed, just as people who engage in HIV-risky sex should get on PrEP). That doesn't mean people get off the hook for telling partners and explaining the risks. As someone who himself was exposed and who has developed at least one complication, I think you'd probably have wanted to know, from the guy who passed it on to you, right? Assuming he'd known. So, golden rule time: Do unto others as you'd want them to do unto you. Let them make an informed choice.

Part 4 Rick undid the straps, and guided me over to a soft-looking couch I had not previously noticed. He put down a dog training pad on the seat, and said, “Kneel on it.” I climbed on to the couch with a wobble, still not fully balancing after he inflicted such torture on my hole. Rick got the lube bottle from the sling, slicked himself up, but gave none to me. I looked at him quizzically. “No lube?” “Nope. Your blood will provide all the lube you need.” I dropped my head as I positioned my ass in the air. Whatever happened next, there was no going back. I wanted to tell him to stop, that I can’t continue because of the bleeding. Blood play isn’t my thing at all. As he climbed on the couch and positioned himself behind me, I let out a small whimper. “This is it,” I thought. “I brought this on myself. But it feels so right...!” This time, Rick’s cock caressed my hole. He let out a soft gasp as he entered me. The lube was nice and cool, but alternated between pain and pleasure. Rick took his time now, and fucked me in a way that suggested he wanted me to feel every second of this. But it didn’t last. The angle was no good, and he kept sliding back off the couch on his left foot. Rick pulled out and stood up to full height. “Flip over,” he ordered. I complied, happy to be back on my back and off my elbows. I raised my legs and pointed the toes at Jebus. Rick got on the couch again, and returned to fucking me. “This hole’s great,” he said. “Good hole… good hole… good hole… good POZ hole…” He was almost in a trance. The instinct to breed and destroy had fully taken over. I couldn’t see his eyes clearly, but I could certainly see his face. It was suddenly angelic - calm, peaceful, relaxed. “This is his natural environment,” thought I. “He’s doing it, and it feels amazing.” I was suddenly in heaven, and forgot to worry about my bleeding rectum. His cock was stopping the bloodflow, maybe? I like to imagine that it was. Rick continued to plow, and then his body felt really hot against mine. I saw his otherwise shapeless physique go tense, and he dropped a bead of sweat on me. His features finally came into full view as he suddenly pitched the head downwards to look me square in the face. “This is it,” he groaned. “Breathe your last as a neg man, Steve. You ready for it?” I gave a dramatic pause. “Yes. Do it,” I fearlessly answered. Rick’s motions increased, his physical power overwhelming me, his rhythms gaining speed. He was drilling me HARD, and pain was becoming the dominant feature of our fucking. His cock rammed in and out of my hole in a blink. He would fully withdraw, then slam back in. Withdrew again, and re-enter with force. My balls began to ache from all the tension and physical assault. And within a few seconds, his torso lurched up toward the ceiling head first as he let out a primal scream of uncharacteristic fury. The deed was done, and his potentially charged swimmers were moving to a new location in my red district. I suddenly envisioned a cartoony image of toxic sperm shooting down a bright red shaft and making a right turn at the gash created by the metallic condom, and it made me chuckle. As Rick’s thrusts slowed to stillness, he asked, “What’s so funny? Hardly a time to be laughing.” I inhaled deeply, and let out a loud sigh of relief. “It was nothing,” I lied. “I just… can’t believe I did that.” He tried to stand up, and nearly fell. “What do you mean ‘what YOU just did’? I think I deserve an honourable mention,” he said jokingly. “Right, sorry,” I quickly answered. “What WE just did. That was incredible.” I decided that the cruel condom didn’t matter, and didn’t even acknowledge it. I wanted to bask in the moment, and consider this crossed off my Fuckit List. So I put my legs down to rest, and just lay there in all our natural juices. Rick let me remain, and went back to the ashtray. He found our cigars had put themselves out, but were not fully smoked, so he relit them. Brought mine back to me for a post-coital smoke. He motioned for me to sit up so he could join me on the couch. I did so. Neither of us spoke, and he just held me in his arms. The post-pozzing bliss was welcoming, and I noticed for the first time how silent the room was. All I could really hear was his breathing, mine, and the occasional sizzle of burning tobacco. As I came down from the high, Rick finally broke the silence. “Steve.” I turned my head toward him as much as my neck would allow. “Yeah?” He hesitated before continuing. “Welcome to the club.” I fully turned myself on the couch to look fully at him. “Club?” I enquired. “Yep,” he said, voice as colourless as glass. “This is what you wanted. And now you’re going to be poz. For real.” I wanted to be horrified, angry, frightened. He deviated from the script completely, and the thought crossed my mind to stick my lighted cigar right in his eye socket. But I felt that wouldn’t do justice to what I was feeling. But exactly WHAT was I feeling? Pride? Horny? Accomplished? Violated? Yes, all four. But three of the four were positive feelings, so I did not respond in hostility. I went for a neutral reaction. “That wasn’t what I asked you to do,” I said in an even tone. “Sure, the sex was great, though the condom surprised me, but this was supposed to be a fake conversion. To see if I could go through with the real thing.” Rick’s facial expression didn’t change. He looked at me stoically and said, “You just did. And how did that make you feel?” I considered it. “Empowered. Bold. Turned on as hell!” He sucked hard on his stogie, and inhaled deeply, saying nothing. Instead of exhaling the smoke, he grabbed my face and shotgunned it into me with a kiss. “Then you were ready.” His breath was hot and dry, and my own cock reawakened at this. I realized I hadn't got off myself, no last neg load, but... maybe I didn't need it? His tone went lower, and he continued, “But if you decide that you’re NOT, you can go to the clinic in the next couple days, and reverse it.” He leaned back on the couch, and propped his left leg upon his right knee. “But I don’t think you will.” Another draw on the cigar. He was serious. He actually came off his meds to poz me. In total conflict with his message for his leather title, he went against his public standards and spread the bug just because his friend asked him to. So I brought it up. “What about your platform? That speech you recited at Mr World Leather about protecting others from the bug?” He practically dismissed the question, saying, “Well, nobody’s perfect.” His hypocrisy actually didn’t bother me. I had what I wanted, and he obliged. He committed fully to the part, and while it wasn’t precisely what I envisioned, the overall result was better and more fun. Better him than some random bathhouse fuck, and that massive dick made it worth it. Another guy might not have been so kind to me, or put in as much variety. And now I knew I could handle it. “You did really well. And I’ll be here if you need help through the conversion,” he said. “But for now, let’s get you cleaned up.” He stubbed out the cigar; I did likewise. We rose from the couch, and he guided me upstairs carefully, completely forgetting our clothes. Rick and I climbed the stairs and went into his bathroom. The place was spotlessly white. I wish I could say the same for my ruined butthole. “Stand in the tub and face the back wall,” he said kindly. I did as requested, and placed my hands on the wall for support. “You’re not going to start rimming me, are you?” Didn’t want this dude felching out the load or drinking my blood. That would be too much. “Naw, we’re just gonna have a look at your gape,” he said, getting down to his knees to see. He probed gently with a finger, and silently inspected. “Yep, it’s in there, all right,” he finally announced. “And it looks like the bleeding stopped.” I turned round to face him. “The tear is actually very small.” He put both his hands on my shoulders, and faced me head on. I dropped my head and gaze in submission. “Look at me, Steve.” I raised my head and suddenly felt shame. “Are you okay?” I blinked once, maybe twice. “Yeah, I will be.” He looked satisfied. “Okay. But remember -- you asked for it!!”

As soon as I finish this side story, I'll be going back to the other story. Glad everyone is enjoying the story so far. --- Part 3- Without realizing it, I held my breath, waiting for Garrett’s massive cock to enter my hole. “Damn boy, even with stretching this tight boy pussy, it doesn’t want to give,” he said, pulling out the brown bottle from before from piled up towel. Opening it, he took a couple deep sniffs before handing it to me. “Here, sniff these.” Instantly, I knew them to be poppers. Countless porn videos and online stores had taught me about them. I took several deep hits. Moments later, I felt a warmth spread throughout my body. I let out a deep sigh and handed the bottle back to Garrett, and watch as he closed it back up, tossing it beside me before stepping back up to my hole. My heart began to race as I felt the head of his massive cock press against my hole. Pulling out the cigar from his mouth for a moment, he hocked up a large gob of spit and began to rub it around on my hole with the head of his dick. He began to press harder and harder again. I was worried that I would never be able to take his cock when finally my hole relaxed and his thick meat slid deep inside me. I about screamed out at the intrusion and stretching of my ass muscles when Garrett pulled me close and began to tongue-fuck my mouth, distracting me as he slid the rest of the way in. It seemed like it took forever, but finally, I felt his large bull balls bounce against my ass as his dense forest of pubes began to rub against my ass cheeks. “Fuck yeah boy, deep in you now. Doin’ ok?” he asked, pulling away and ending our kiss. “Oh god… yes!” was my only reply. I had loved the feeling of his tongue and fingers probing my ass, but with his huge dick inside me, I felt a deep feeling of lust spreading out from deep inside me. Even with the pain and uncomfortable stretching of my asshole, and the deep ache of his thick member rearranging my guts, I knew I would never want to be without Garrett’s thick cock up my hole. Until he began to start fucking me. Slowly, he began to pull out until only his massive cock head was left inside me, pressing slightly against my prostate, only to be shoved back in again, stroking the swollen gland inside me. We both began to grunt as Garrett began to pick up his pace. I began to adjust to the new sensations of being fucked and filled my ass opening up under the steady assault and its lips clinging to his shaft as he pulled back out again. I moaned loudly as he increased his pace more, slamming me harder. I let out a whimper in appreciation. Suddenly I felt a weird sensation in my ass and Garrett suddenly stopped thrusting into me. “SHIT!” he growled out loud, as he slowly began to pull out of me. Confused, I looked at him, trying to figure out why he stopped. “Condom broke dude,” he said, starting to work his cock head out of my hole. “Don’t!” I almost yelled, wanting him to continue to fuck and stretch my ass out. I didn't want the fun to stop now, just when I was getting into the hard fucking he was giving me. “Gotta dude,” he said, pointing to one of the tattoos on his chest, “Don’t think you're ready to take a load like mine.” “What do you mean?” I said, still confused, looking at the large scorpion on his peck. “HIV positive, bud,” he said, now out of my hole. I felt empty. I didn’t want to stop. His cock felt amazing. And in my sex-filled haze, I made up my mind. “Fuck… Don’t care. Give it to me man! Fill my ass up with your cum!” I gasped out, my voice expressing my need. I had read about guys getting intentionally pozzed online, but even in my curiosity, had never understood why they would do it until now. I needed this hulk of a man’s load inside me. Now. “Shit, boy!” Garrett said, pulling off the tattered remains of the condom from his dick, “You sure? I'm fucking toxic. And like I said before, once I get back in you, I’m not pulling out.” “Please cum in my hole sir,” I said, lifting my ass even higher in anticipation. Shoving my ass down, Garrett took a deep draw on his half-smoked cigar. “Turn around, cumslut,” he said rubbing his cock before stepping back up to the bed, “I want to make sure to plant this load nice and deep up your neg cunt so it takes.” Getting on my hands and knees, I let out a loud groan as Garrett slammed deep into my hole. He continued to rape my ass, blowing his smoke at the back of my head, enveloping me in a haze of thick cigar smoke. Not even an hour ago the most I had done with a guy was a shy kiss in the 6th grade, and now I was riding a massive poz daddy dick and loving every second. “That’s right, slam back on my diseased prick,” he said, grabbing both of my hips, helping me slam even harder back into his strokes. Both of us continued to fuck hard, my hole taking the abuse with gusto. Grabbing my chin, we started to kiss again. Sweat dripped off of both of us, and I began to notice the musky scent of Garrett. It was a smell that only a true man could make, and it made my 18-year old brain swim. “I’m gonna cum in you boy,” Garrett groaned, pulling away from me again and going back to slamming my hole. “Don’t stop,” I moan, “Please. Please don’t stop.” “Last chance boy,” he said, his thrusts becoming irregular, “You sure you want to take my poz load?” “Give it to me!” I yelled in reply. “You got it, baby,” he said in reply, and even though I didn’t think it possible, bucked even harder, grabbing my shoulders with both hands. Sweat dripped from his head and chest as we fucked. In my hole, there was no longer any pain, having now opened completed and taking his cock like a proper bottom boyhood should. “Fuck, knew you were gonna have a sexy fucking hole the second I saw you walk into that locker room,” Garrett said as he continued to pound my ass relentlessly, “But the fact it was a cherry hole made things even better. And now I get to take your poz cherry as well. You ready boy? Ready to take the load that will change your life forever?” “Oh shhhh-it, infect my hole. Fuck that dirty load deep into me! Poz me!” “You're getting it fucker,” and with that Garrett slammed deep into me one last time and shot ropes of cum inside me. I felt every shot of hot liquid into my hole and I was instantly filled with an entirely new sort of warmth. It suddenly became too much for me, and despite not touching myself during the entire ordeal, I began to shoot what felt like my largest load ever. After a long time, Garrett’s cock finally softened and he let it slip from my now loose and dripping ass. I felt a swift slap on my ass, and instinctively my hole tightened up slightly. “How was that, boy?” he asked while puffing contently on the nearly spent cigar. “Holy shit…” I said, rolling on to my back and letting my head fall back, “That was so amazing. I’ve never shot a load like that before!” Crawling on to the bed next to me, he leaned down and kissed me, blowing his smoke into my face again. "How are you feeling about taking my toxic load?" Looking down, he stared down and my quickly re-hardening cock. The talk of his poz cum swimming around inside me was exciting me. “Damn, fucker,” he said, reaching down and grasping my dick at the base, “I guess you want more. I would have thought after a hard fucking like that for your first time you would be down for the count.” Biting my lower lip, I smiled and blushed slightly. “Actually, I’m even hornier than I was when we started.” “Well, shit,” he said, surprise in his voice, “Since you seem up to taking any load up your ass, you want me to find a few more guys to fill you up?” I hesitated for only a moment when pondering his offer, but then I felt a small glob of his thick bug-filled cum make its way out of my gaping cunt, and my mind was made up. “Yes, please.” “Well bitch, since you were such a polite piggy about it, let’s go find something to really break in that new hole of yours.”

One man’s blessing is another man’s curse and for me I’ve got more than my share – an extra long dick (just over 10 inches), an extra wide dick (just shy of 8 inches round), and I shoot cum like a farm animal (up to ¼ of a cup a time). Truly. The dick? Well that’s thanks to my father for sure who was even bigger than me and the cum? Well I don’t know, could be him too, but the doctors call it Hyperspermia - a condition in which a man can ejaculate a massive volume of semen and and extra bonus is it comes with a high sex drive - thus my continuous frustration. Sex for me has almost always been a series of one frustrated encounters after another. Fucking size queens hit me all the time bragging how they can take me, how they love big dick, how they want my cum – that is until I split their hole open with just the few inches and then they fucking tap out and run. I’ve never worn condoms; my hyperspermia makes that impossible as the amount of precum I produce makes my dick so wet and slick they won’t stay on. That’s how I got AIDs – splitting bottoms open. I learned quickly a little blood was a given, a lot was expected and for me, doesn’t bother me in the least. For the bottom? Yeah they freak and make me stop. So to get by and try to relieve my constant need to nutt, I’ve sold condoms online full of my cum, made some pay-to-play solo porn flicks of me shooting, escorted trying to give facials or creampies, sold batches of my load to a fertility clinic, and I even created a Tumblr account talking about my curses and thinking I’d document those bottoms I found who could take me and wanted my POZ load. None of that really helped or panned out in the end. Just wasn’t the same. Have I fucked and bred a guy totally before. Yeah, of course, but few and far between and so I mostly have to be satisfied with a little oral, a little ass around the tip of my dick, then finishing off when I am home and alone. I want more, I need more, I need to breed and infect some ass and fill a bottom’s guts full of my cum – why else would God have given me what he did? I had frankly about given up until one day when I received an email: “Good afternoon. I am Dr. Mike. My practice has recently begun a new treatment regimen for some of my patients that I believe you are perfect for. I have many years of developing specialized, treatment regimens for my patients and would like to invite you to come to my office on Monday at 3:00 p.m. for a consultation. There is no fee for the visit or treatment regimen. Please refrain from all sexual activity for at least 48-hours prior to the visit so I can fully assess the volume of your semen output and your ability to ejaculate more than once for comparison purposes.” OK, I wasn’t exactly sure how this Dr. Mike thought he could help me since no one else had ever been able to. I tried to find what I could online about Dr. Mike and there was the standard fare, but his medical specialties did include treatment of HIV, AIDs, and other infectious diseases. What was surprising was how little there was about him. Most doctors these days have social media and site after site. Not this Dr. Mike. He was almost like a ghost – almost – but in digging through some chat rooms on the dark web I did come across a series of stories that mentioned Dr. Mike doing some pretty twisted, fucked up shit that made my dick drool and bounce and I quickly emailed him back to confirm I would be there. Dr. Mike’s office was located in Northeast Washington, DC, in an older brick building. I got to the office and rang the bell as the office was closed for the day. I waited a few minutes and then heard the locks turn, the door opened, and I was met by a man in white coat. Dr. Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking and I thought handsome. He shook my hand, asked me to step inside, and locked the door. I then followed him through another door and down a hall and his office was like the rest of the building, older and somewhat run down looking. Near the end of the hall he stopped and motioned me to enter an exam room that was somewhat bare except for an odd table contraption bolted to the middle of the floor that was occupied by an apple assed guy. The guy was kneeling on a small bench part of the exam table on a pillow, with his chest on the table, his arms forward and his head resting on its side. A leather hood was strapped to his head, hiding his features and all that could be seen were closed eyes, his nostrils, and mouth that was slightly agape, relaxed. Leather straps wound around his calves, thighs, and he looked like a big Z splayed out. The next thing I noticed were several Polaroid Cube cameras attached to the metal table and on several small tripods all pointed to the guy’s ass from various angles. Yet, that was not the strangest part. I hesitated as I looked at the IV pole that was at the end of the odd table next to a set of monitors being watched by another man in a white coat who wore a medical mask that was inflating and deflating against his face as he breathed in and out. The other man was speaking softly to the guy on the table, “Time to dream little man.” I turned to the squeak of a metal stool being rolled away from a small table as Dr. Mike pointed to a chair by the door and said, “Please disrobe and sit in the chair here please.” I looked from him, to the other man, to the bottom. I was confused about what was going on but the sight of the that naked body looking like a sacrifice on an altar stirred my deep, dark desires and needs. I sat down in the chair, my naked ass sticking to the leather seat as Dr. Mike rolled himself close and flipped open a manila folder. “Normally I would want to do a full set of labs myself and an exam, but I received a copy of your medical file from your previous doctor and well – both your HIV and hyperspermia are well documented so I figured we should dispense with such pleasantries and get right to it.” My dick started to lengthen. Dr. Mike motioned to guy on the table, “Most gay men wait too long to get tested for rectal cancer. It is best to start young and technology now allows us to test in the office with High Resolution Anoscopy, but it does require anesthesia – a special cocktail of Fentanyl, Ketamine, Propofol, and a few other medications.” What the fuck? I knew what those drugs were, well at least I had heard of them and I looked again at the man in the white coat and the guy on the table. Fuck! They had drugged him and knocked him out! Dr. Mike set the open folder partially on my right leg, my dick now hardening more and stretching down my left. He started to ask me a series of questions and I hesitated and looked at the other man. Dr. Mike followed my gaze, shifted his stool to block my view, set his hand on my thigh in a reassuring manner and said, “Do not mind Dr. Collins,” and with that continued his questions and making the appropriate notes in his folder. “Are you currently off all meds?” I lied and said, “No.” Dr. Mike paused; frowned a little, set his pen in the crease of the folder and with his right hand reached out and grabbed the shaft of my now hard dick. “I need you to be totally honest with me if you please,” he said, “Unlike other doctors you may have seen in the past I need the unvarnished truth and not an answer that you think should be given or that you erroneously believe I may wish to hear. Understand?” I nodded and he asked again, “Are you currently off all meds?” This time I answered honestly and said, “Yes and no. I take them sometimes because…well I had read that if you do that then you can become resistant, and I just wanted to…I...” Dr. Mike smiled, made a note in his file, set his pen back in the folder and reached out again and this time slowly stroked my dick a couple times as he said, “Thank you for being honest. Yes, you can build a resistance and I will draw some blood so we can order a genotype test to confirm exactly which meds you are resistant too and then plan accordingly.” I moaned as his touch made me lose focus, but I blurted, “Yeah but I don’t want to take… or be…I…” Dr. Mike smiled, leaned in a little, stroked my dick a little faster and said, “Oh you misunderstand. Our goal is to INCREASE your resistance and viral count. That is what you want isn’t it?” What the fucking kind of doctor was he? My dick answered for me as it started to drool. The questions from Dr. Mike continued, “Do you use any recreational drugs? Willing to do others? Known STDs besides AIDs? Do you have receptive anal intercourse? Penetrated a bottom fully against his will? I imagine it is difficult given your size. Let me see – yes – I expect only a bottom with years of fisting could naturally take you.” Dr. Mike’s stroking skills were superior, that’s for sure yet somehow I don’t think he learned that in medical school. Dr. Mike continued with his list of questions and it was increasingly difficult to focus. Apparently satisfied, he closed the folder, rolled back over to the small table, grabbed an iPad, flipped opened the cover and showed me a video that had been paused. “This is Lucas,” Dr. Mike said as he tapped the video and it started to play. There was a yellow sticky note on the screen covering the person’s head, but from the wisps of hair that showed and the clothed body whose size seemed to match the guy on the table, appeared to be a shy twink of a guy - young but legal. Lucas had recorded a message verbally affirming he was legal, and his willing to submit to all ‘treatments and procedures’ as prescribed by Dr. Mike and Dr. Collins on that date, among the other stand release and approval statements. The video finished and Dr. Mike said, “I can assure you that the person in the video is the same as the one currently being monitored by Dr. Collins. Patient confidentiality requires that his face be covered even though you are now part of his treatment team. You understand? This is totally anonymous. You will never know his identity, nor he yours.” At the word ‘anonymous’ my dick spasmed and a long line of nutt drool proceeded down my thigh. Dr. Mike smiled in a way that held no warmth or humor. He then tapped the iPad screen a couple times, swiped, and I could hear sound as another video started. Dr., Mike adjusted the sticky note then turned the iPad around so I could see. In this one, the guy was naked, his arms out wide as he did slow turns that showed his hot ass and tiny twink dick. He paused facing the camera and began to speak in the same voice as the first video. The twink stated his first name, stats, and this time the message release statement was not the kind found on any standard form: “My name is Lucas Si…just Lucas. I am of sound mine and judgment and confirm that I have asked for a no limits fuck today. I am aware I may be unconscious and unable to provide further consent, but I DO consent. Totally. I want this. I want to get rape fucked by some big dick and be a total cum dump. Have totally been fantasizing about it for like forever and… well…so today it may happen – I mean will happen. No one is forcing me to do this. I am volunteering and WANT it. I also want it raw, no condoms at all, and understand the guy or guys who may fuck me might HIV+ or whatever. I don’t care. That shit don’t matter to me whatever they got. It’s all good. I’m on PREP so it’s all good. I just…hell! Is that good? Can we get this shit started? I’m horny as shit and need some dick!” Dr. Mike smiled that dark smile again and said, “As you can see. All legal bases are covered no mattered what may come. I am quite proficient in working within the boundaries set by my profession as well as expanding those boundaries as needed. One final note. What would you say – hypothetically of course –if there was an individual such as say someone like this young man you just saw on the video who in their mind can only imagine something like a big hit of G? Imagine how they would feel after the fact becoming aware of the full extent of the ‘party hole’ they went down. Also – hypothetically – wouldn’t it be a shame if the same young man BELIEVED they were on PREP when actuality they were on a placebo combo as part of a blind drug trial they had previously consented to? Especially one in which the results had shown rampant degradation of their immune systems due to other factors prescribed as part of their treatment regimen?” Damn! This was one fucked up doctor and with every word my dick pulsed and continued to stream more precum. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, but my dick did as Dr. Mike reached out, wrapped his warm hand around my pulsing shaft, and expertly stroked it. “I know you have tried to find bottoms that would allow you to POZ them, that would allow you to flood them with your fountain of death,” he said with a calm voice full of confidence in every statement. “I know you have no qualms making a bottom bleed. I know you always hold back when you have intercourse – physically in the act as well as in your ejaculation. That is unhealthy and as your physician, I must provide a treatment regiment that will ensure your full well-being.” I leaned back in the chair and moaned in pleasure as Dr. Mike’s fingers deftly worked my dick as he continued, “You have been given a gift – many gifts – and those gifts need to be shared – and so I offer the first of but many cum dumps for you to use, to mark, to infect, to enjoy in ways you never imagined possible.” I groaned again and licked my lips as my breathing got faster and my heart started to race. Dr. Mike suddenly released his grip on my dick, rolled his stool to the side, grabbed another clipboard, held out a pen with a disarming smile, but an evil glint in his eyes and said, “These are the consent forms for your treatment. Sign and date here – initial here – there.” He flipped the page, “This page affirms that there is no monetary payment due, however there is a co-pay of no consequence that we will address later.” I couldn’t put pen to paper fast enough and once the forms were signed, Dr. Mike rolled his stool back, set the clipboard down, stood up, gestured towards the waiting ass with his left hand and said, “My patient is waiting,” before he calmly walked over and stood by the tied up bottom. Nervously I stood up and followed: my raging dick leading the way and dripping my toxic cum in long drools with every step. Just inches from the unconscious bottom I realized how my dick was perfectly aligned with his waiting hole as if…as if Dr. Mike knew my exact height and other measurements and had planned accordingly. But how? Dr. Mike just smiled and nodded as I tentatively stepped closer, my flesh pressing against the bottom’s. I turned to Dr. Mike who said nothing, but just nodded. I gently reached out and inserted my right index finger between the waiting mounds of twink flesh. His ass crack was totally hairless, as was the rest of his body – whether natural or manicured – it did not matter, it was sexy as fuck! I slid my finger against his puckered ass ring and with but the slightest effort of pressure it slowly opened and sucked my finger in to the hilt. No resistance, no squirming, no fighting. The bottom suddenly let out a low, guttural moan and I yanked my finger back in surprise and shock. Dr. Mike just chuckled and with his hands still clasped in front of him like he was monitoring a science experiment of no regard, he turned to Dr. Collins and ordered, “A little more if you please.” Dr. Collins flooded the IV input with a wave of milky white slumber. Dr. Mike turned and looked at me expectantly. I had never really fucked in front of an audience and the whole situation was beyond fucking strange. Dr. Mike held out his hands, palms up in an apologetic gesture and said, “Given the current treatment, at least this time, I must be here to attend my patients – you and him. In the future – if you decide to continue under my care – I expect that will not be necessary and only Dr. Collins will need to monitor such aspects of your visits. However, my plan for treatment is that – based on your performance – hypothetically of course, that a first treatment may be such as we have today with the patient totally unaware and unconscious. Next time, maybe it will be a lighter sleep. The time after, maybe semi-conscious, but still restrained. The time after that? Who knows? You may find that having your way with someone completely restrained yet fully conscious is more to your – shall we say medical needs?” There was that fucking dark smile again. Dr. Mike was an evil, twisted, son of a bitch and part of me wanted to be just like him! I needed to fuck. I needed to breed that ass and knowing he was knocked out, anonymous, NEG, and that I might infect him sent me to the fucking moon! I stepped closer, lining my dick head with Lucas’ asshole. No, no names – this was just some cum dump – some dirty bottom willing to take any raw dick and I planned to POZ him good. This time I jammed three fingers all at once at that ass ring and just like before it opened, but damage was done. Dr. Mike issued a small chuckle and “Yes!” as I dug my nails into the bottom’s hole, harder and harder, over and over, yearning to break through the walls of his drug induced state to hear him moan in pain and beg for mercy. That never happened, which only spurred me on to finger fuck his hole rougher. I glanced to the side to see Dr. Mike adjust his own hard dick and I smiled. Yeah, that’s right, I could be as twisted as he was, just watch. This bottom would remember the day I bred him and when I finally pulled my fingers out they were nice and red. I then started to slap his ass – full on arm swings – and those apple cheeks went from white, to pink, to red, to shades of purple in no time. God damn I wanted to bust right then! My hand hurt from slapping him so hard and yet not a single moan or sound escaped those pink little lips that protruded from the leather hood over his head. While Dr. Mike was clearly into it, Dr. Collins seemed oblivious and totally focused on his patient and the monitors. Fine by me. I took a step back, slid my right hand up and down my shaft a few times to coat my death rod with my POZ, sticky precum, wiped my hands on the bottom’s sides, then grabbed the two biggest handfuls of flesh that I could and squeezed and dug in. I PAUSED, LOOKED AT DR. MIKE, AND AS HE MET MY EYES I SLAMMED MY DICK THROUGH THE BOTTOM’S OUTER HOLE AND BURIED MYSELF INSIDE HIM! The bottom’s body made no movement at all as I ripped him open. The pillow beneath his legs became stained. While I expected to see the waves of pain ripple through his body, his ass never clenched, never tried to push me out, never fought back. Somewhere between his fresh stab wounds and his brain all nerve impulses just faded away – thank you Dr. Collins! I clenched his flesh tighter in my grasp. I wanted him to be bruised, sore, and it was time to rape some ass. I grunted and growled as I pulled out and slammed all 10-inches+ of my raw dick into my victim’s hole and the more it got wet, the harder I fucked. My balls were bursting, ready to breed and infect this cum dump. My fountain of death was ready to explode like Deep Water Horizon and forever alter the world! I PICKED UP MY PACE, AND FUCKED AS HARD AS I COULD. I WANTED TO RAPE THAT ASS – HURT IT – INFECT IT – BREED IT – FILL HIS GUTS WITH MY LOAD! DR. MIKE WAS RIGHT – I HAD MANY GIFTS AND THIS BOTTOM WOULD GET THEM ALL AND AS I LOOKED DOWN AND SAW MY RED-COATED DICK I LOST IT – FROZE – AND SHOOK AS MY HYPERSPERMIA DELIVERED WHAT FELT LIKE A QUART OF INFECTED AIDS NUTT INTO THAT BOTTOM’S SHREDDED ASS. Oh yeah, in addition to shooting a lot in volume, my orgasm – my real orgasm which have been few and far between – seem to last for fucking ever and by the time my dick stopped spurting and I was able to let go of the flesh clenched in a death grip in my hands, I felt like I would pass out. With my dick still inside his unwilling hole, and streams of ass juice and my cum frothing out around my semi-hard dick, I flopped on top of the twink’s body feeling utterly satisfied for the maybe the first time ever. Dr. Mike was behind me, pressed his body against my naked ass and reached out and laid his right hand on my chest, “Please, if you could just stand back up, we do not want to impede his breathing.” Oh shit! Something about his touch, his body pressed to mine, the feel of his hard dick through his pants … fuck I don’t know – set me off again and I started blowing another load up that bottom’s hole without even another stroke. This one racked me to my bones and every spasm that burned through my body was felt by Dr. Mike who moaned and held me as I POZZED that ripped up ass all over again! When my balls were finally drained, my dick slid out of that beaten hole like a python that had just gorged on a herd of goats and was ready for a long nap. Dr. Mike stepped back, wiped his hands one against the other, smiled and said, “There. Now if you please. Get dressed and I will see you back here next Monday, same time,” and with that he left. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!) (Dr Mike: Biohazard and Healer – all story links here - https://breeding.zone/topic/34692-dr-mike-biohazard-story-links/#comment-384265 )

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Part 43 - Erotic Sketches That evening was tranquil and calm for Alex and Max, to coin the phrase it was the calm before the storm. The next day would see people arriving in their droves at the palace ready for the state banquet that evening marking the start of Alex's official birthday. Alex and Max left the palace at 6.30pm with Liam and Franco to join the Governor Premier and his husband for dinner as promised by Max. They were both amazed that their relationship was still under wraps and the media had once again spotlighted Josh until they found out he had not left Monrovia over new year and the search was on again. For Max the realisation that over the next couple of days could be manic as the cat would be out of the bag once and for all, it wasn't the state banquet or ball that worried him, instead it was Alex having to attend a ceremony where he was to pledge his service to Monrovia at government. Max had been given the choice weather to attend and be seen by his side or stay in the shadows out of sight for now. Importantly it was expressed by the king and queen that he would not be looked on any differently whatever his decision. Yet Max already owed so much to Alex's family, he knew it was either do it on his terms so to speak or be publicly outed by the press, ultimately it was all down to if he was ready and felt comfortable with the spotlight. Their short trip to the mountains had given Max all the courage he needed, like a right of passage that he was now ready to face to take his place by his side. Asa had finally mixed the matching colour that afternoon and was almost finished with the portrait, which considering he wasn't a portrait artist as such he thought had turned out incredibly well. He just had a few final touches to make in the morning to add the final depth to the character of the prince. For now the portrait was not to be seen by the royal family until the afternoon of the state banquet. There was quite a lot of commotion going on in the guest wing that brought Asa to his door to have a look. Household staff bustled around preparing the numerous rooms along the corridor, the guest rooms were above the public receptions rooms and main entrance of the palace in the north wing. It consisted of 10 royal suites that could accommodate royalty and their valets or maids. A further 20 bedrooms all with private facilities that were actually suites in their own right. Asa watched them for a moment going from room to room, he was so fascinated by the goings on that he nearly forgot the time. Quickly he went back inside to shower and get dressed, he sat there waiting nervously for ten minutes until there was a knock at his door. Asa was getting use to the palace protocol where they knock and you invite them in, the door opened and Nick stood there dressed in trousers, shirt and jacket. The sight of him was pretty breath taking, he looked casual but official and yet stunning, now Asa felt underdressed and quickly changed in to some trousers and a shirt. Nick stood there smiling "Did you think I was taking you downstairs for our date?". "Well...Yeah" Asa replied, "Are you allowed out of the palace then?" he asked. Nick laughed "Yes of course. I thought we would go out for dinner, away from here" he replied. It seemed strange leaving the splendour of the palace as they drove to the restaurant. Asa noticed that all along the boulevard final preparations were being made for Prince Alexander's birthday, royal flags were being raised in the gold and purple colours. Asa had found himself swept up in the whirlwind that was all part of royal life staying in the palace. The next two hours sitting across from each other their conversation flowed so naturally, Nick so interested in Asa's work and Asa finding out about Nick, yet he could tell there was parts that Nick was omitting, like he was scared to face up to them. Arriving back at the palace by 9.30pm there was only one thing they both had on their mind and wanted. Making their way back to the guest wing and Asa's room, Asa confessed he had never simply been a bottom to another man and he liked it both ways. Nick laughed and confessed back that he didn't find satisfaction being topped. Inside the room Nick closed the door and walked straight over to Asa and kissed him softly. Asa pulled back and looked at him "I guess from last night you do like it rough?" he asked. Nick grinned "Sometimes when it calls for it. You?" he asked. "To start with. I like to know I am with a man, you know feel their presence" Asa replied dreamily. Nick smiled "Is that why you were attracted to me?" he asked, "My physique is all you want?". "Of course" Asa replied chuckling, "That and for some reason I am sexually alluring and I am drawn to you". Nick took his jacket and shirt off "I want you Asa" he said grabbing him hard and kissing him. Asa pushed Nick away and laughed taking his shirt off "What are you waiting for Nick. I want you". Nick grabbed him again kissing him harder, Asa sighed longingly, his hands running down his back then round to his trousers making easy work undoing them so they fell to the floor. Nick freed his feet and took his shoes off using each foot, with one hand he held Asa in the kiss whilst his other hand freed Asa of his trousers and underwear in one go. The strength in his one arm lifting Asa up and his legs wrapped around his waist, their kissing taking on an urgency, his back met with the bed softly. Asa kissed him back spearing his tongue in to Nick's mouth, his hole suddenly opening with his cock already pushing trying to get inside. His body awash with a slutty lust, all his limbs caressing over the muscular body and legs, the soft moans coming from his throat as the cock pushed deep inside him. Careful to ensure Asa had time to adjust with gentle small thrusts, as soon as he kissed him harder Nick took control and began to fuck like an animal needing to catch the breeding season before it ended. Within minutes Nick suddenly stopped then slowed down, something in him changed and he stopped kissing Asa then looked down deep in to his eyes. He stared up at Nick, their eyes fixed hard on each other, faces only inches apart. He slowed right down holding his cock deep inside Asa, he noticed the switch immediately as Nick began to make love to him, the eyes looking up at him almost spoke to him, telling him he knew what he was doing and wanted him to do it. His body seemed to float staring at Asa, all the time their gaze fixed on each other that was turning both of them on. His body changed feeling the orgasm coming, the thrusting sped up a little and Asa traced his fingers over Nick's lips. Nick took the finger in his mouth sucking on it gently, still staring down at him. Nick moved his head and leaned down kissing Asa so softly that if felt exquisite to them both. Suddenly Asa cried a long moan arching his back in the process, staring so intently at Nick he shot is load up across his chest. He waited until Asa's body relaxed before kissing him gently again then moaning he sped up a little more and saw the glint of a smile of Asa's face who sensed Nick was peaking. He moaned, eyes fixed on Asa as he felt the first pulse in his cock. His hips continued thrusting his cock deep as he released the seed from his balls straight inside Asa. There seemed no end in sight to his orgasm that kept coming in waves, when it finally ebbed he leaned down and kissed him, their arms wrapped around each other. Nick shuffled on to the bed pushing Asa around until Nick laid on top kissing him softly for several minutes. A most unexpected twist to their lives unfolded in those minutes, both became aware of it and displayed it openly with tactile touching and kissing. Silence prevailed in the room, they looked at each other unable to find any words, a stark comparison to dinner where hey talked non stop. Nick moved up to the pillows resting back against them and the head board smiling, his half erect cock was still so meaty and perfect looking to Asa. He reached over and retrieved the pad and a pencil then sat facing Nick with his legs over Nick's almost touching his cock. Asa began drawing in silence whilst Nick watched, his heart full of love for the artist. "Are you drawing me naked?" Nick asked softly and completely chilled out. Asa nodded "Yes" he replied glancing up and smiling, "How come a man like you has no husband?" he asked. "No comment" Nick replied grinning, "I am fickle. Choosy. Picky. Call me what you want". Asa glanced up "Rough. Aggressive. Soft. Tactile and romantic" he said. Nick smiled "Never been called tactile or romantic" he remarked, "Maybe that is your doing". Asa scratched away at the drawing "Have you ever had a serious relationship?" he now asked. A deathly silence fell for several minutes with only the sound of pencil on paper "Why do you ask?" Nick replied. He stopped sketching looking up at Nick "Don't know. Suppose I want to know you, what makes you tick" Asa said. He watched Asa sketch again "Once" Nick replied, "He was unstable, full of drama" he said sighing, "I loved him though". "What happened?" Asa asked keeping his head down drawing. Nick was silent for a moment "I shouldn't pry. Sorry Nick" Asa said looking up. "I have never talked about him Asa, that is all" Nick replied with his expression changing, "I try to forget him". Asa glanced up and continued sketching "He must have meant a lot to you. Hurt you badly I guess". Nick stroked Asa's leg "He went in to rehab. Drugs. Couldn't cope with me being in the military". Asa stopped drawing and looked up at him "Did he get sober?" he asked as Nick stared at him. "No" Nick replied sadly, "When I got this job he lorded it up then he fell apart..." he stopped. Asa put the pad down and saw a very complex emotional look on his face now, it appeared like anger and love at the same time. Clearly the emotions ran deep from the look on his face, Asa so desperately wanted to capture them but in his head he preferred to see Nick happy. He watched Nick stroking his leg yet he appeared to be not quite with it. Asa leaned forward slightly and stroked his thigh then went back to drawing. Nick looked at Asa his expression changing again "We were hanging together on a thread" he said. Calmly Asa spoke "So what happened with you both?". "I got the job of Prince Alden's protection officer and he got jealous, I mean really jealous" Nick explained. "Jealously is never a good colour on anyone" Asa said thoughtfully looking at Nick. "We fought, I mean really fought. I put him in hospital after beating the crap out of him one night" Nick said sadly. Asa stared at him nervously "He could bring the monster out in me, wind me up, make me feel worthless" Nick added. "I see" Asa simply said unable to find any comparable words. "It was side to me I never knew existed and I have never seen it since" Nick said softly yet Asa could tell it was the truth. Asa went back to sketching "So who did he get really jealous over?" he asked. "Prince Alden" Nick replied, "Told me to go and be his lover as I knew him better". Asa chuckled "He is straight though". "He was blind to it" Nick said stoking his leg, "Saw me spending more time with the prince than him". Asa nodded and looked up at him "I suppose your life is driven by duty" he remarked kindly. Nick nodded "Yes. It is what drove us apart eventually, that and his use of drugs again" he said. "Coping mechanism" Asa said drawing away, "It is sad he couldn't see past your priorities". Nick smiled "You are very astute Asa" he said patting his leg. Asa jabbed Nick in the leg with his finger "Just because I draw I am not thick you know!" he said laughing. Nick leaned over and kissed him tenderly on the lips then sat back "What about Asa then?" he asked. "Nothing to tell really" Asa replied sketching away. Nick smiled "Really? No hidden secrets or lovers?" he asked looking a little surprised. Asa shrugged "I am Asa, 26 from London, no previous lovers, no love affairs. String of one night stands, well a lot actually". Nick laughed "I am Nick, 29 from Victoria, Monrovia, 1 previous and many fucks". Asa grinned "I slept with Gareth once. Big mistake!" he said continuing to sketch. Nick waited in silence until he spoke again "He just wanted me pinned on the bed to fuck". Nick chuckled "Who else have you drawn like this then?" he now asked trying a different approach. "No one" Asa replied quickly then looked up at him, "There was one I wanted to draw. Never happened though". Nick studied him a moment "Max" he suggested. Asa nodded "What happened there then?" he asked. "Nothing. Silly crush I had when we first met" Asa replied, "He is... Well not on my level if you get it". "I do" Nick said softly, "He is more putty than cement in bed" he added causing Asa to look up. "Exactly! he said then stopped, "Hang on, you mean you have fucked him?" Asa asked and Nick nodded. Nick chuckled "And Prince Alexander" he added causing Asa to drop his pad completely stunned. Asa picked it up and laughed "How can I ever look on you in the same light now!" he remarked. Nick ran his finger higher along his leg "What light?" he asked softly noticing Asa blushing. "Just an expression" Asa quickly said afraid of his own strong feelings towards this amazing man. Nick took the pad out of his hand "I haven't finished yet" Asa complained. Nick pushed him on to his back and leaned over, their lips almost touching in a teasing moment. A desperation rose in Asa to kiss him, his body almost levitating off the bed needing him. The subtle way Asa stared up with his piercing blue eyes had him seduced completely, it was such a telling look that Nick smiled and leaned back on the pillows in a very cool and collect manner. Asa felt it, there was indeed a real sexual attraction that he had never experienced until now. "Finish the drawing please" Nick said resuming the position as Asa sat back up looking flustered. Asa picked up the pad "So has there ever been anyone special?" Nick asked watching Asa resume his work. Asa shook his head "No. I have dated but I find it hard to relate to people" he replied. "Because you are so deeply mysterious?" Nick asked smiling. Asa glanced up "Idiot!" he said grinning, "No because I am to clever and sexy" he replied tongue in cheek. Nick chuckled "I can't argue with that" he said stroking his leg. He looked up blushing again "Seriously men find me to erratic and chaotic. Fun for an hour and that is it" Asa said. Asa stopped "Anyway I saw Max pick up the pieces from his last boyfriend" he said shaking his head. "Was it bad. I mean he seems to have his head screwed on?" Nick asked. "Pretty bad, Gareth had to threaten him not to go near Max" Asa explained, "I don't want that". Nick could sense that Asa was slightly protecting himself "Nobody does Asa" he said kindly. Asa turned the picture around "There you go. In all your naked glory!" he exclaimed happily. Nick laughed nodding his head "Amazing Asa, you are really talented and sexy" he said. Asa smiled "Are you buttering me up for sex?" he asked turning the pad to make a few adjustments. "Not at all. You are going to have sex with me" Nick stated staring at him, "Put the pad down". Asa stared contemplating him for a moment as their eyes locked on each other, pools of happiness is what looked back at him and he leaned forward placing the pad and pencil on the table next to the bed. He could feel Nick's hand running over his arse and he chuckled moving closer and engaging him in to a kiss then he bit softly on his lower lip. Nick looked up in to his eyes "Sit on it and fuck yourself. Show me you love me" he accidentally blurted out. "Really?" Asa asked moving his arse against his cock staring at him. Nick nodded slowly. Asa kissed him again then pulled back "Then you can show you me you love me" he said softly. It felt weird hearing himself saying that word, he had never used it towards a naked man in his bed before. Nick leaned up and kissed him harder, his hands guiding his arse up and on to his cock. Asa gasped easing himself down, for once he could look at him properly as he moved gently riding Nick. There was nothing lazy in Nick's fucking, his hips already pushing up and down in time with Asa giving him maximum penetration. His hands rose from holding him by the hips, softly they moved up his body, wanting and needing to touch Asa all over. The blue eyes staring down at him stirred his groin even more and he laid back thrusting his hips up hard and holding Asa by the waist firmly on his cock growling as he released his seed in to him. Asa ground his arse down hard on his cock, his head rolled back and he moaned then purposely fell forward stopping mere inches from Nick's face. "Oh god!" Asa cried out, "This wasn't suppose to happen" he said sitting up and putting his head in his hands. Nick wanted him and there was no question Asa had got in his head and heart "Too late!" he stated. Asa drew his hands down his face "For what?" he asked looking worried. Nick leaned up and kissed him delicately "I am falling in love with you Asa" he said scared by his own words. "I thought you would be fun to play with. Not fall in love with" Asa said showing his hand. Nick smiled and kissed him "You must be if I am the only one have drawn" he said watching Asa smile. They kissed again "Now flip me on my stomach and savage me!" Asa demanded. He moved like lightning and found himself impaled by Nick's cock that started pounding away, grabbing Asa's hands and holding them above his head as he showed no mercy taking the man he had fallen in love with. Asa laid on his back with Nick's arm behind his neck, their heads touching enjoying the silence, his fingers played lightly with Nick's balls. He was still in awe of this hunk of a man and that he had fallen for him, what was even better was them being close in age. Asa turned his head to face him "Will you always do this job?" he asked. Nick looked at him "Yes, as long as they need me" he replied, "I am devoted to Alden and my job". Asa nodded and cuddled closer "Where does that leave us?" he asked carefully. Nick pulled Asa on top of him in his arms "You know my situation Asa" he said kissing him. Asa laid his head on his shoulder contemplating "I like this. I like the idea of us" he said. Nick stroked his back "Does that mean you want to date me?" he asked softly. "Yes!" Asa quickly replied without any hesitation. Nick kissed him "Good. Now go to sleep, I am tired and tomorrow is a busy day" he said happily. By morning Nick gave Asa a wake up call then went with him to breakfast causing a few eyes to look up at suspiciously. Anyone who knew Nick saw the slightest of changes in him and how he talked and looked at the British artist. Alden had given up looking for his protection officer, not that he needed him, he just liked chatting with him when he was bored. After all it was all about his brother at the moment so he padded off barefoot in to the west wing then remembered Alex and Max were now in the Regency suite at the far end of the wing. Walking in the first set of doors he could hear laughing from one of the offices and poked his head in to see Artem and Tom having a coffee going through the schedule of events for the next two days. They both stood and addressed Alden formally. "Suppose I can't disturb my brother and his boyfriend" Alden said sounding fed up. "Your highness, they have gone to breakfast" Tom informed him as Liam came out of his room. "Oi Liam" Alden shouted, "Come here and talk to me". Liam walked in and bowed his head "Your royal highness. You seen out of sorts" he said grinning. "Where is my protection officer, he has gone AWOL and I am bored, bored, bored?" Alden said. Liam raised an eyebrow "Ha!" Alden said, "I knew you would know where he is". "Do you require him your highness" Liam replied. Alden smirked "Well... Where is he?" he asked demanding an answer to which Liam played dumb. Tom chuckled "Something funny Tom?" Alden asked turning on him instead unable to keep a straight face. "Yes. You your highness" Tom replied giggling. Alden stood with his hands on his hips "You want a head start?" he asked Tom smirking. Tom grinned and stood up "But your highness. I can take you down any day!" he said. "Your highness Tom has a busy day" Artem informed him, "Anyway you keep losing at that game". Alden scoffed "Come on I am bored!" he said then looked at Liam, "Come horse riding with me". "Are you feeling left out?" Liam asked Alden and rubbing his head. Alden looked at him "Yes" he said simply, "I want to be the centre of attention!". "Stop being a brat!" Alex said coming in the doors with Max. Alden rolled his eyes "God are you two still together!" he complained in a mocking tone. Max held his hand out in front of Alex "Let me deal with him!" he said moving towards Alden. "Yeah! Come on then Maxine" Alden said rubbing his hands together smiling. They broth crumpled in a heap on the floor laughing so much they had no idea what they were doing, Alex stepped over them and went to check on the schedule with Artem and Tom. Liam had taken his phone out and was taking pictures of Max and Alden wrestling on the floor until he had enough incriminating evidence if he needed to blackmail either one of them. The door opened again and Nick stood there and looked down at the two play fighting then looked at Liam. "What did I miss?" Nick asked, "Should we join in?". Liam laughed "No, your prince is being a sulking baby today. Said he has been looking for you". Nick glanced at Liam who was smirking "Again?" Liam asked and Nick nodded. Below them Max was trying to give Alden a love bite on his arm who was in turn tickling Max having found his weak spot, the door opened again and the queen stood there and shook her head stepping over them. "Your majesty, good morning" Everyone said except Alden and Max. "Alex dear sort your brother and boyfriend out" she said coming in to the office. Alex peered round "Not a chance!" he said. "Josh is on his way with my dress and Max needs to get going, take Liam and Franco" the queen advised. "Max!" Alex called out to him, "Are they going in normal cars?" he asked, the queen nodded. "Nick, please take your prince away, he is being a nuisance" the queen instructed. Nick laughed "Certainly your majesty" he said bowing. Nick agreed to go horse riding with Alden and quietness began to resume with Max, Liam and Franco now gone, Alex took his mother to show where Max's parents, brother and Gareth would be staying occupying the three spare bedrooms. Routine had been established for their arrival where they would be able to change then meet the royal family and take lunch with them before the state banquet in the evening. At least his mother appeared pleased with the bedrooms being prepared, Artem and Tom had excelled themselves making sure it was immaculate for Max's family and Gareth. "One other thing Alex" the queen said now they were alone, "How is Max being introduced?" she asked. "I have no idea. Sorry. We have not spoken about it yet" Alex replied. The queen nodded "After lunch we can discuss with you both, your father is getting anxious to know". Alex smiled "Of course we can. No big announcement though, let him be seem with me" he suggested. The queen sort of agreed and said it was probably better than a big formal announcement before Max was seen in public. She then told him that his grand mother had take Asa off on painting tour of the palace, Alex laughed feeling sorry for poor Asa knowing how long that could take. From tonight all meals would be taken in the state royal dining room behind the state banquet hall, that included Asa and all guests staying in the palace with the royal family. The morning was certainly getting busier and the guest wing was filling up with royal families from across Europe arriving along with important dignitaries. Alex had his speech prepared for the banquet that evening and had shown his mother the last paragraph that she read then looked at him. Alex told her that he was going to run it by Max this afternoon. She saw he was clearly nervous about it yet it seemed the right thing to do, Alex was now waiting downstairs in the formal lounge for Max to return. Alex wandered around the palace until he found Asa and his grand mother and joined them for their tour. He still loved the job of tour guide in the palace and was definitely going to do a few more after his birthday was over. Alex walked with Asa up to his room desperately wanting to have a glimpse at the portrait, Asa opened the door and Alex walked straight inside, his eyes instantly caught by the sketch on the bed that Asa had forgotten was laying open. "That is private!" Asa remarked hurrying over to try grab it but Alex had it in his hand. Alex laughed "I know that body anywhere!" he replied flicking over the page, "Only two?" he asked. Asa nodded shifting on his feet "Yes, I like sketching people" he replied. "It is obvious you like drawing Nick. That and you had him in here naked" Alex remarked putting the pad down. Asa blushed unable to speak "They are really good Asa" Alex added and smiled at him. Asa fumbled with the pad closing it and putting it in his suitcase then turned to Alex who winked then looked at his watch, he suggested Asa join him for coffee before Max's family arrived. He didn't mention it again during the time they were together, after all he knew better than anyone how to retain privacy and not pry. Outside was clear blue sky today, the sun dazzling across the snow filled grounds of the palace. Alden and Nick set off from the mews and Marty watched them checking the time as he knew Josh was due imminently. Alden slowed Brandy down waiting for Nick "What?" Nick asked noticing the strange look from Alden. "What is going on with you. You look different, happy or something?" Alden asked. "Maybe I am in a good mood" Nick replied, "And why was you causing trouble this morning?". Alden laughed "Must have been a good fuck last night then!" he exclaimed and Nick simply grinned. He wasn't getting anything out of his protection officer this morning, something was very different about him today and Alden wondered if Nick had finally found someone else. He wasn't going to push him, after all he knew Nick would eventually tell him as they hid nothing from each other. Under his sometimes stiff exterior of being crown prince there was a considerate and understanding side to Alden that only Nick knew about outside the family. At the airport and under the noses of everyone milling about Max waited at arrivals and smiled seeing his family and Gareth appear through the automatic doors. Liam and Franco went over to help with their luggage insisting that Max stay close to them until they were in the cars, Sam clearly had found a new friend with Franco and they chatted with excitement like they hadn't seen each other in months. Within minutes they were in the two cars heading to the palace, clearing security and proceeding along the drive to the front entrance. The doors opened and Alex appeared, for the first time his family watched as the guards bowed with him walking past and down the steps followed by three footmen, Artem and Tom. They watched as Max exited the car with Liam and Franco all of whom bowed and addressed the prince formally. The rest followed suit and Alex introduced them to Artem and Tom before whisking them away through the great entrance hall to the far end and in to the private residence. Gareth had a beady eye on Tom's arse walking ahead of him, he was trying to pay attention but the six foot young guy was unquestionably having a profound effect on him. Every person bowing as Alex and Max passed by, it was nerve racking to them all entering this world. Alex happily going through when they needed to address him and his family formally and when to relax with protocol. Artem and Tom opened the doors to the Regency suite and waited for them to pass by. Tom and Gareth made eye contact and nodded to each other as he passed by. Artem glanced at Tom who was clearly watching Gareth going in to his assigned bedroom. "They seem nice" Tom quietly said closing the doors. Artem looked at him "Yes and I saw you taking a sneaky look at his arse" he quipped smirking. "Like to know what I am dealing with. Are you taking his parents?" Tom asked grinning. Artem chuckled "No. You can and I will sort his brother and friend out" he said smiling at Tom. Tom laughed and went to join Max's parents to help unpack just as Alex finished explaining there meeting and lunch with the rest of the royal family. Alex came out in to the lounge where Max fell on the sofa smiling and looking happy. Alex handed Max the folder with his speech in and sat next to Max. "Can you read the last paragraph and tell me your honest thoughts" Alex said opening the folder. Max look at him curiously and read it in silence "What do you think, yes or no?" Alex asked. "Is that what you want to do?" Max asked closing it then handing it back to Alex. Alex took it from him "Only if you are happy with it" he replied. Max nodded "Our terms" he said looking at Alex who nodded. "And my father wants to know if you are to be at my side for the next couple of days" Alex informed him. "If you want me there Alex, I will be by your side" Max replied looking at him. Alex smiled "Of course I do Max. Only if you are ready for it" he replied, "You understand what it means". Max chuckled "Honestly no. I know it is going to happen sooner or later so lets get it over with". Alex kissed him lightly as Sam walked in coughing loudly "I will let the king know" Alex said. "What do you want Sam?" Max asked looking at how smart his brother looked. Sam walked over and sat on the chair opposite them "What now?" he asked. Alex chuckled "We wait for the footmen to accompany us to the king and queen" he replied. "No way!" Sam exclaimed, "Yeah I could get use to this" he said sitting back happily. Alex laughed shaking his head "Franco is setting up his gaming console in the TV room" he informed Sam seeing him smile. Artem appeared through the double doors and bowed "Your royal highness, sir, the footmen are here" he said. Their walk through the palace seemed so out of ordinary from normal life, Lawrence and Stephanie were astounded to be walking through a royal palace to meet the king and queen. The meeting with the rest of the royal family went smoothly, Alden was quick to point out that the woman he was dating was also called Stephanie but goes by the name Steph and shocked when they knew of her. All through lunch they chatted non stop almost like life long friends and exploring all about each other. The king and queen were more excited than all of them since having Lawrence and Stephanie meant they would have someone to talk to that was around their ages. Sam was by far so out of his depth and like when Max first arrived he dare not move or talk. It didn't help having Alden ribbing him constantly, it did the trick as he opened up and got more laid back. Alex had spoke about Sam's breakdown in private with his parents and they went to incredible lengths to make him feel welcome and extending an open invitation to them all to come and visit when ever they wanted and for Sam to stay as long as he wished. Sam was so intrigued by Alden and listened attentively as the crown prince rambled on about military school in Monrovia, the way Alden described it got Sam so interested and engaged that it shocked the rest of his family. With lunch finished everyone around the table could see how Alden and Sam had seamlessly bonded laughing and joking all the time. It was a meeting that would bring Sam in to Alden's life elevating him beyond comprehension and changing the course of his own life as they forged a very close friendship. Max's parents had already been invited back at the end of January to come skiing with the king and queen staying at Borrick Lodge for a week. Even their lives would never quite be the same again, their social standing within London was about to be elevated and anyone who was anyone would soon know who they were. For now the eyes were focused on Prince Alexander and Max and how the next couple of days would play out.

Here is my take on that. I live in Florida and that is a very touristy state. Do you know how many Europeans, Canadians and South Americans come here at some point during the year to get away from bad weather. A large number of them do. So I "never say never" because I have been pleasantly surprised to find guys I have exchanged messages on various web sites suddenly on vacation in Florida. They are horny and looking to fuck. I keep my options open. Also, my friend has me listed as his "domestic partner" and I can fly standby to any part of the US or any nation that they airline flies to. I have been to Europe, Canada, South America and all over the US for one reason - DICK. So it's not out of the realms of possibilities that I can hook up with someone who is "on the other side of the world". Don't limit yourself, because you never know if the hot guy you are sending messages with may have a reason for being in your locale. It can, and does, happen.

Yes - this is the answer that would win if Jeopardy had a cum slut edition

I sucked off a cop in a porntheatre after he walked in to find me naked on my hands and knees on the floor getting fucked up the ass while I sucked 2 mens cocks. after those 3 dumped their loads in my ass he showed me his badge WHILE I sucked his cock. no threats or force required. I just let him skullfuck me and pump his load directly down my throat. nice big meaty cock, nice load, called me a “cocksucking faggot” a lot and told me I looked like a such a whore getting bred by those random daddies and loved that I didnt even know their names but let them all cum in my ass. I only met him there 3 more times (I was taking loads in there almost every day) but he fucked me all 3 of the next times, and pissed all over me when he was done. he liked to piss all over my back then get me to lay in the piss while he pissed all over my front and spit on me before he left.

Chapter 6 It was Saturday night. The previous night I had finished my initiation with Phil and Steve by having a tattoo of a P and S intertwined on the back of my neck. I was told that a number of guys had this and it was a known symbol in the community of being owned by Phil and Steve as a bareback bottom and one that could be rented out by them but only to bareback tops with their permission. I also had had a guiche piercing done. I could feel it and it had the effect of making me aware my ass was for use. I was now in Queen Molly’s with Luke and Joe , Sally and a well built black guy , Ty, who was a friend of Luke’s. Sally was admiring my tattoo, I didn’t explain the meaning. She reminded me I was attending the health clinic to collect my prescription of Prep on the Monday. The drinks were flowing and I was aware that Ty’s hand was on my thigh, making its way up to my stiffening cock. ‘Luke tells me you like raw cock’ he whispered in my ear. I nodded, not wanting Sally especially to hear. ‘He tells me that you also like taking loads, no questions asked’ . Again I nodded. I looked down and saw a huge bulge in his track pants. My mouth watered at the thought. ‘ If you want this cock go to the last stall on the left in the gents. Leave the door off the latch, pants down. ‘ he whispered. I stood up and just mentioned that I needed the loo. I went to the toilets, walked to the last stall, the seventh. I went in pulled my pants down and quickly applied a little bit of lube just in case he wanted more than his cock sucking. I didn’t have to wait long before the door opened, Ty walked in and locked the door. I was sitting down and Ty just pulled his track pants down. The biggest cock I had ever seen sprang free. It must have been 9 ins long, thick and with a big cut mushroom head. I drooled. I could also see a scorpion tattoo above it . I had a good idea what that meant. ‘ you like this baby? ‘ Ty asked. I could only nod. ‘ There’s one thing you should know’ he continued. ‘ if this goes in your mouth then it also goes in your ass and I will cum in you. And I am poz with a very high viral load. Luke asked me to come tonight especially because he says your neg ass has a bit of a thing for poz cum, is that right?’ ‘yes’ I replied ‘ I just love cock and cum’ . ‘well you have to beg for this juice’ he responded. ‘Please let me suck your poz cock ‘ I begged ‘I want that cum in me’ . My brain had disengaged after the drinks and my cocklust had taken over. I opened my mouth and Ty slipped his monster cock in. It tasted devine. Ty started fucking my head as I concentrated on my breathing. I looked at his scorpion tatt as his cock rammed my throat. He pulled out. ‘Stand up and turn round’ he growled. I stood, bent over and bent over. ‘You want this you pig, don’t you?’ He whispered. ‘Yes. I want that poz seed in me, just fuck my ass’ I panted. Ty slid his fat cock in my hole. Despite the bit of lube I had applied, I was struggling to accommodate such a beast . Ty pushed harder and forced his way in. ‘ My, you’re tight! We will have to do something about that, get your ass stretched so it can be used as a cumdump’ Ty started fucking me , the pain gave way to pleasure as I started playing with my own cock. He was filling me, I imagined it pumping inside me. ‘I’m nearly cumming. You really want this poz load don’t you?’ ’Fuck, yes I do , just cum in me Ty’ I panted. ‘Here it comes, pig’ Ty pushed hard in me and I could feel him spasm as he came and he breathed hard. ‘Good little pig’ he whispered. ‘You have three days worth of poz cum in you now, you could get what you need’ . He pulled his track pants up and left without another word. I pulled up my jeans and sat for a moment. I could feel Ty’s cum seeping out of me. What was I becoming? Why was I attracted to bad boy poz guys? Was it my natural role to be a pig? I came out of the toilets and rejoined the group. ‘You ok?’ Sally asked. ‘We sent Ty in to look for you’ Luke smirked ‘ but he said he couldn’t see you!’ ‘Yeah , just had a bit of an iffy tummy, must have been something I ate’ I replied. The night carried on and the drinks continued to flow. Sally was getting a little worse for wear. Ty was all over her, and I had noticed that he has grabbed a handful of her boobs on a couple of occasions. Ty was a friend of Luke’s but it had become clear Joe didn’t really know that he was poz. I was sure Ty fancied getting his cock inside Sally as well. Sally announced’ I’m a little tipsy, ‘Ty here is going to walk me home. Neil, be good! Don’t forget our appointment on Monday’ ’OK , and don’t you do anything with Ty that I wouldn’t do’ I replied cryptically, as Ty ushered her out of her seat. After they left, I carried on talking to Joe and Luke. Joe popped to the bar. Luke said ‘I’m going to top up Ty’s work on your ass before you go. I just know you are addicted to toxic cum. I have seen your tattoos, I have a feeling you want to join our club’ Did I? I thought. I wasn’t making a conscious decision to go out and let poz guys fuck me, I was just letting it happen because I liked bareback sex. But something about the [banned word] nature of poz cock undeniably turned me on. Plus I was going to go on prep and actually it couldn’t happen to me, right? ‘I’ll be in stall 7 ‘ I said. I left the table, and made my way again to the stall, pulled my jeans down and waited. Shortly after, the door opened . Luke walked in. I stood, turned and presented my ass to him. He slid a finger in me. ‘I see Ty has lubed you for me, just let me work that in’ Luke pushed two then three fingers in my hole, pushing them roughly in. ‘We both want this to take, right?’ I stayed silent. Bent over, and Luke just slid into my ready hole. ‘Tell me what you really want’ Luke ordered. ’I want you to cum in me’ I gasped ‘ I just love cum in me’ . You want this poz seed growing in you? ‘ ‘Fuck yes, just do it, please give it me’ I was in pig mode again. Luke didn’t need asking twice. He just fucked me hard, ‘Beg me!’ He ordered. ’Please please give me that poz cum, I need it!’ I begged as I played with my own cock. ‘Here it comes, you want it’ Luke cried as he came in me. I wanted my cock furiously, coming myself just after Luke, shooting my cum over the cistern. We left the toilets together, returning to our table just as Joe was returning with drinks ‘Sorry for the delay guys, I just ran into a guy I haven’t seen in ages’ Joe announced. ‘I got chatting and forgot about the drinks’ ‘ No problem Joe’ Luke replied, ‘ we managed to amuse ourselves whilst you were away’ . The drinks were our last. I had cum leaking out of my ass and I just wanted to get home. Once home I just got hard knowing what had happened, and wondered if Sally was getting something unexpected as well. I would catch up with her on Monday. To be continued……………..

That’s how it was for me. Always condoms when I was younger, only bare with a long term partner. Then after one relationship ended eight years ago, I realized I didn’t want to always use condoms. So started going bare from time to time with neg guys (never truly knew if they were honest), then I got comfortable playing bare with undetectable guys. Eventually a five years ago I stopped asking and started taking all loads raw.

HOT MEN..

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

Note: I introduced a couple new elements I have no experience with, and I hope I got them mostly right. If they're wrong, I'm sure you'll tell me, and accept that THIS part is what makes it fiction. LOL ----------------------------- Part 3 The hips began to thrust, and I felt every inch of him inside me. His balls were smacking against mine - there was no warmup to this at all, not even a courtesy finger - and Rick fucked like an animal. It was everything I dreamed it would be. I found it hard to hold the cigar while we rocked back and forth, so I wedged it back in my jaw. Rick did likewise with his own, and continued to nail me. “You’re a filthy chaser, aren’t you,” he said. It was more of a statement than a question. “Mm-hmm,” I said, gasping for air. Man, this sensation in my ass was incredible! I thought it would hurt without the warmup and relaxation of the hole, but there was indeed enough lube to keep his dick from burning me from the inside out. I could feel it running down my buttcheeks on occasion. I drew hard on the cigar as best I could; being a novice with it, I was not successful. There was far more suck than there was smoke, and Rick said surprisingly little about it after the last command about it. Rick slowed down his strokes, and began to pull nearly out before thrusting back in. My hole loved this sensation. “Yeah, take it, you fucker,” he whispered. “This is… what you… goddamn bugchasers… deserve! I’m … gonna poz this hole… so fucking hard… you will never… want to chase… AGAIN!” I answered him not, and just let him do what he knew how to do best. At length, Rick removed my feet from their suspensions, and placed them over his shoulders. I held on to the straps of the sling for support as he pulled me deeper toward him. This was either heaven or hell, I couldn’t tell which. “Ugh… I came off my meds for this,” Rick said. “You better appreciate what I’m giving you.” That got my attention. “Was he…? No, he wouldn’t! This is just fantasy, this is just fantasy, part of the script, he’s not toxic…” I was mentally trying to convince myself that I was totally safe, and it was all talk. Part of the experience. I tried to not tighten up in reaction. Rick grew bored of this position quickly, finding he had nowhere to thrust to, so he stopped momentarily. “Get up, and go get in the chair,” he said with an effort. His breath was definitely shorter, and I could see already a sheen of sweat glistening. I pulled myself to standing, and instantly felt the lube run down my right leg. While getting my balance, I looked at the small puddle that formed on the mat beneath us. The lube was there, certainly, but something else. It looked a little red. “Must be a trick of the lighting,” I thought. I definitely didn’t FEEL like he tore me open. I turned round in the small chamber, and saw what he wanted. The leather chair I spied when we came in. As I got near it, I could see it was no ordinary seat. It looked… different somehow. It had a flat back, straps all over it, and two hard-looking footrests. “Is this a Lucifer chair?” I asked with interest. Rick didn’t answer the question, but gave a low, throaty chuckle. I climbed in, and continued smoking quietly. I wasn’t going to ruin the scene with a lot of chatter, or show any kind of uncertainty by babbling. Rick took away my cigar, strapped me in, and spread my legs. He then turned away, and his movements suggested he was putting something on his dick. My mind initially registered it as a cockring or maybe a shaft extender, but when I actually saw the weapon coming at me, it was wrapped in … chainmail? I looked at him quizzically but didn’t form a question. Rick saw my expression, and read it instantly. “This is a special kind of condom,” he said venomously. I was taken by surprise yet again. “A condom? That wasn’t what we agreed upon.” Rick pulled the cigar from between his teeth, and said fiendishly, “You’ll see.” As he came at me with this thing around his cock, I started to wonder what I got myself into. “Holy fuck, he’s serious,” I thought. “But that goes against... “ My train of thought abruptly ended there as the weapon now brushed against my hole. It was cold to the touch, and I felt something quite new rubbing against me. Before I could respond or even form a question, Rick was pushing into my hole, and it hurt like hell. I cried out and tried to back away from it. But back away to where? I was in a corner and seated with no clear exit, and strapped to the chair. “Shhh…” he cooed. “Just relax. This is supposed to hurt, and it’s part of the scene. Trust me.” From nowhere, he whips out a small brown bottle, uncaps it, and shoves it into one of my nostrils. I recognized it instantly. Poppers. And they were fairly new - still strong and heady. I inhaled deeply, knowing that it was beyond my control to do much else. Within seconds, I was flying. Rick at once detected it, grinned wickedly, and took a hit of them himself. He quickly recapped the bottle and flung it away from us. “That’s your only anesthetic,” he growled. And my hips began to rock again. I didn’t even notice him finish his entrance, and I just let him do the work, wincing all the while. Now that I knew what he was intending, I just laid back and let it happen. In between his grunts, Rick said something that sounded like, “Just open yourself up to all the pozzibilities I will show you.” The poppers made it sound distorted, so I wasn’t sure if he actually said it or whether I imagined it. I didn’t respond to it, lest it be the latter and he starts yelling at me again for talking out of turn. Rick continued to plow. His look was a mix of disgust and sheer ecstasy. “You dirty bugchasing fuck. I’m gonna teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.” By now, the poppers had completely worn off, and I was feeling the full force of the thing inside me. And boy did it hurt. This was suddenly not fun for me. I needed to move my arms and legs. I needed that tearing up inside me to stop. I suddenly needed water. The room had grown unbearably hot between our activities, the humidity, and the smoke, and I needed a break. At last, I said, “Rick, I need … ow! You to stop --- fuck!” He considered this, and slowed his motions, then instantly began jackhammering my hole. “Nope! You’re done,” was his swift response. I couldn’t bear it anymore as I felt him rip me open from stem to stern. I had no coherent thoughts by this point, except an inward wish that he would cease his movements and I could die in peace. All I could do was cry out. But then his mood changed. He suddenly pulled himself out of me, and my hole welcomed the release. I put my head back as far as it would go, and just shut my eyes. "Shit, I was about to cum," he hissed. "I want this to last as long as possible." He pulled the strange device off, and I heard it hit the floor. Rick got down in a crouching position, and gently poked me with a finger. After a couple seconds, he took back his finger, and held it up before his eye. “Yep, as I thought!” He raised his open palm to me, and ordered, “Look. I’m showing you something.” I carefully opened one eye to see. His whole finger was a bright red colour, and this time, I was sure it wasn’t the light of the room. I suddenly remembered what this was called, and why he was doing it. The phrase “cruel condom” ripped through my brain, and now I had to accept it. He was genuinely pozzing me. That, or a damn convincing scene, I wasn’t sure which. And I wasn’t about to ask. All I could think of was the pain I was feeling at the moment. I returned to closing my eyes and feeling only pain. Rick only stood there over me, studying me, and letting his dick deflate a little while he hauled away on his cigar. He let me sit there, motionless, and just bleed. “This is all part of the process,” he said slowly. “It hurts now --” “I want out of this chair,” I interrupted. “There, there, you sick fuck, it will all be over soon, and you will be free.” There was something cryptic in that statement, but it was just talk. Just talk. The fantasy, right. “When he’s done fucking me, we’ll go upstairs, he’ll put an ice pack on my fanny and bandage me up, and all will be well,” I told myself. Alas, this was not to be.

Reposting Part 2 to try to fix spacing issue - constant battle in BZ format so apologies: Part 2 – Dr. Mike Takes His Co-Pay: My dick was the fountain of death – the headwaters of the River Styx and I was Charon, the mythological Greek deity that served as the ferryman, carrying the dead across to Hades. Their fee had to be paid though and the toll I demanded and took was their drugged up, unconscious, raw, and NEG hole. My brutal raw fucks, my POZ toxic load, and the volume of virus I deposited from my hyperspermia ensured there was no reincarnation, no coming back – this was the end of the road for each and every one of them – it was only a matter of time. Over it all lorded Dr. Mike – my own Zeus – a god of Olympus who orchestrated every rape fuck, who bequeathed to me and those who served him all our needs and wishes – and yet as I came to learn, Zeus had a dark side and he was more the Lord of the Underworld than I had ever imagined until it happened to me. “When do I get to fuck another bottom?” I asked Dr. Mike the following Monday after I had rough fucked another knocked out guy and blown two loads back to back in his now, shredded hole. Since my first visit to Dr. Mike’s office and fucking the guy named Lucas, going back and breeding another willing/unwilling bottom was all I could think about. I had NEVER EVER been able to fuck like that. With a full thrust, with all my energy, with no regard for the bottom’s pleas to stop or slow down or take it easy. It was a warm, open hole for me – ME – and I took it – I owned that shit and I had to have more. On my way out the door that first time Dr. Mike had instructed me to not jerk off at all, which was a fucking torture. I was in the habit of blowing a load in the toilet as I got ready for work in the morning and then another before I went to bed from watching porn or hanging out on the sex sites online. As my globs of thick, infected sperm swirled around the toilet bowl I always thought it was such a waste, but now my POZ load is being put to good use – breeding and infecting drugged up pussy bottoms who want a no limit rape fuck! That’s all I could think about – and was willing to do anything – ANYTHING Dr. Mike said. Monday’s became my playtime – for the next several weeks Dr. Mike and Dr. Collins had a fresh ass waiting for me – one that was knocked out, tied up, and waiting for me to rape fuck and fill it with my gallons of POZ jizz as the little cameras recorded it all. Then we changed things up a bit, but at first it was like all the other times. I arrived at Dr. Mike’s office, he escorted me to the back, some anonymous bottom was bent over, tied down to the table with his winky hole just calling to me. Dr. Collins – the anesthesiologist –injected a large syringe containing a brew of Ketamine, Fentanyl, Propofol, and other drugs into the bottom’s IV as he said, “Time to dream little man.” Dr. Mike rolled his stool over, handed me a clip board with various forms for me to sign authorizing my own ‘treatment’, showed me the videos of the bottom providing his consent, affirming he was legal, blah the fucking blah blah and then I was off to the races. The bottom’s hole was wicked tight and bled like a stuck pig when I ripped him open – dry and raw. Dr. Mike had me pause only a second and then said, “It is only superficial. I think you can do better – yes?” Hell yes! By the time I finished breeding that bottom the white pillow case under his knees was red and pink and slathered in my the manly mix of bodily fluids. I yanked my semi-hard dick out of his hole, watching the last splatters of red drip onto the stained pillowcase like a Jackson Pollock painting redo. Dr. Mike stepped up close behind me, pressed his body against mine, his hard dick pushing at my skin through his pants and said, “Can you fuck him again? Can you shoot some more?” I wasn’t sure I could and in that moment of reflection Dr. Mike reached around and with both hands and attached small medical clamps onto my tender nipples. “JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” I howled as I hunched over in pain and tried to step backwards. Dr. Mike grabbed my arms and held me fast. I gasped and winced and swore, yet my body was flooded with endorphins, my dick got fucking brick, my shoulders unclenched, and I wrestled forward and slammed back into that gaped hole. “OH SHIT – OH SHIT – OH MY GOD – THAT ASS IS SO WETT AND GOOD – OH CHRIST – CAN FEEL ALL MY CUM – OH MY FUCKING GOD I’M GOING TO SHOOT AGAIN – OH MY GOD, OH MY…AAAAAAAARRRRRGGHHHH….” Thankfully Dr. Mike had a chair waiting and a glass of water when I pulled out as I flopped down, dehydrated, exhausted, and fucked-out silly. Once the glass was emptied Dr. Mike was in front of me on his stool, placed his left hand firmly in the middle of my still heaving chest as he said, “This may sting a little.” He pulled off first one clamp then the other and I winced, yelped, and oohed as he rubbed my tender nipples. My dick instantly popped hard again and I groaned. Dr. Mike smiled, “I believe that physically you are able to produce far more semen than you or your previous physicians have determined. I know you enjoyed fucking this bottom, and of course are more than welcome to do so again if you wish. However, given your current physical state might I suggest an alternate therapy?” What the fuck did he have in mind? Dr. Mike flipped on a few light switches as we walked down the hall, further into his office warren. Not a word was said as we walked and I had to muffle a laugh as with every step my dick dribbled POZ jizz along our path. Well I’m sure the cleaning people in here had seen worse. The floor in the hall changed from linoleum to tile and Dr. Mike stopped in front of a door that had a porthole style window in it. He pulled out some keys, unlocked it, it swung open silently, and we stepped in. When Dr. Mike turned on the lights I thought it looked like some old fashioned torture chamber and I would learn I wasn’t far from the truth. “This room used to be used for physical therapy sessions by a previous tenant so some of the equipment they left behind has come in quite useful with a few minor adjustments for my various treatment programs,” Dr. Mike explained as we did a quick walk down one side of the rectangular room and back up the opposite wall. We stopped almost back where we started near a padded bench or something reminded me of a pommel horse in gymnastics but with weird additions and holes added – Frankenstein kind of shit. Dr. Mike sat on one of his rolling stools – how many of those fuckers did he have – slid himself between the bench and a rack of medical instruments and started flipping switches. I was bored and horny and casually scratched at the drying man juices that had gathered under my balls from fucking the bottom. Dr. Mike spun around, patted the leather bench, “If you please? Lie face down – oh wait, let me lower it just a little more first – there – now if you please, lie face down spread eagle – that’s it – yes, yes, your arms go out here and here and yes, your legs out like that. Excellent. Now if you can scoot back just an inch or two – yes, perfect.” Dr. Mike slid the stool a little down my side, reached under the table and I gave a surprised “OH!” as part of the table right beneath my dick fell away, which let my balls and dick drop straight down. Who makes a fucking gloryhole in a table? Dr. Mike rolled back near my head and held up a plastic container looking thing that was attached to a machine by some wires and long tubes, “This is an electrical penis pump,” he explained. “For my patients who have erectile dysfunction problems, often times the issue is that they must relearn or reteach their organ how to get hard. I won’t go into all of the theories on the whys and hows, but suffice it to say that this will provide you a gentle, relaxed, and continuous form of stimulation that will allow you to orgasm repeatedly and as much as you want without the additional physical exertions. For our purposes, I want to document your semen output that happens AFTER your natural intercourse and compare volumes. Do you understand?” I nodded and said, “So you mean that machine is going to suck my dick and make me shoot?” Dr. Mike smiled, gave a soft chuckle, and said, “Yes, something like that. Shall we?” I have to admit that the first few minutes I thought to myself this is how a cow must feel in a milking barn. I mean, that’s what Dr. Mike was doing right? Milking me? But I needed to come again so bad and this – well – it seemed like a good idea at the time so hell why not. The first few minutes Dr. Mike adjusted dials, knobs, made notes in his folder, as I told him if it felt good, bad, too much, or just right. I was fucking Goldilocks, but Jesus hell when we found that sweet spot my balls pulled up, my gut tightened, and I started to shoot, “I’M CUMMING, OH MY GOD I’M CUMMING, I…OH MY GOD…OK…THAT’S ENOUGH…I…OH PLEASE THAT’S ENOUGH…OH SHIT…” Dr. Mike turned a knob, the suction increased ever so slightly as my dick and balls were pulled further into the tube and my body shook on the table above, “It’s alright now, just relax, don’t fight it,” Dr. Mike said, “The initial sensation and urge to pull away will pass I assure you and understand that if you do pull away, it will likely create permanent damage, so now – focus on relaxing your pelvic muscle, let the machine do the work – that’s it – don’t strain – yes – look at that! The volume of sperm is not diminishing in the least – just a few more seconds – ready – here we go, I will now start dialing it down, down, is that better?” The intensity of the pull had eased, but I was still cumming and could not even moan as the orgasms continued to roll through me, wave after wave, as I filled the tubes with my POZ semen. When the tugging on my dick from the milking machine finally ceased I was drained – literally. Dr. Mike had pulled every drop – so I thought – of semen from me and dried me out me to the bones. Once he had unhooked me from the suction tube he patted my shoulder, “Rest now. I’ll come back in a bit and check on you.” I was so wiped; I easily and quickly fell into a deep sleep and only came awake some time later when I felt someone stroking my dick. I was lying on my back on the table and Dr. Collins was standing beside me. He still had his medical mask on, white coat, but he was naked from the waist down. He had a tiny tiny dick, and as he climbed up onto the bench and squatted over my now hard dick I saw his beat up asshole. It was black and blue and bruised, puffy, and rippled, ugly as fuck but he slid right down onto my POZ shaft with all intents and purposes of milking another load out of me. Normally he might not have been my type but any hole was a good hole so I fucked the hell out of that puffy ass ring and filled him like Dunkin Donuts jelly special – glazed, stuffed, creamed, and sugared! The next week, as Dr. Mike hooked me up to the machine he said, “For your medical safety and to ensure the most effective treatment, I am going to use these leather straps to secure your arms and ankles to the table. I want to ensure that you do not accidentally hurt yourself by pulling off the machine. Do you understand?” I nodded. Sounded reasonable. “STOP – OH IT’S TOO MUCH!” I cried out as Dr. Mike turned up the power on the suction tube once we started. He rolled his stool over, patted my shoulder, “You’ll be just fine. I see that you are having trouble relaxing so this will help.” I then went, “OUCH, What the fuck doc?” as Dr. Mike inserted a needle into my left arm, patted the small driblet of blood, and covered it a smiley-face bandage. “Dr. Collins prepared this for you in case we needed it and I believe we do. Just a small relaxant to help your treatment.” I felt all warm, chill, a little fuzzy, but Dr. Mike was right and as I relished the soft rush flooding through me as he rolled back to the machine and cranked the knob up even more and my POZ ball milk flowed. The next couple weeks then became all about me fucking the drugged up and unconscious bottom after Dr. Mike had put the clamps on my nipples until I felt like tapping out, stumbling to the milking table – my name for it – as Dr. Mike worked the knobs to the machine that pulled and drew more POZ nutt from my balls after he had strapped me down and gave me the little shot to help me relax – which was becoming my favorite part! I didn’t know what Dr. Collins put in that little syringe, but I was eager for it and even started to ask for more each time and as a thank you I made sure to let Dr. Collins topping me off with a final load in his hole. While this was all great I started feeling just off, like I had this itch in my guts or something and it didn’t seem to go away until my visit to the doctor’s office. When I explained it to Dr. Mike he suggested we up my treatment program and I started going to his office every other evening just to get hooked up to the milking machine. Lying on the table as the machine sucked my dick and took my flow of POZ cum, feeling the warm buzz from the shots, and Dr. Mike – it was all fucking good! Well it was good until Dr. Mike decided to try to finger my ass. I was enjoying my bliss when I realized Dr. Mike had stood up. I felt him pry apart my ass cheeks and I first thought he was just trying to make sure I was lined up with the hole in the table, but then he pushed a finger at my hole and tried to stick his finger in. I craned my neck and twisted my head, “NO! Don’t do that shit!” I said, “I’m a top man OK? I don’t get my ass touched.” Dr. Mike stepped back, a muscle in his jaw twitched, he smiled, “Of course,” he said and sat back down on his stool. What the fuck was that about I wondered. My next visit was two days later on a Friday and I was eager to get hooked up and get my shot. That itchy feeling in my guts was driving me crazy and my balls were aching and full and I needed release. Dr. Mike seemed his usual self when he opened the door. He led me to the room; I quickly got undressed as we made small talk, then Dr. Mike strapped me to the table and hooked up the machine. He came and stood at the end of the table by my head, reached underneath, released a lever and the section where my head was dropped away and I had to hold my head up as I said, “What the fuck doc? I….” Dr. Mike unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick, stepped closer and said, “Open your mouth.” I shook my head, “No, no, I don’t….” He then slapped me, “OPEN YOUR MOUTH! NO, DON’T SUCK IT – YET, FIRST SWALLOW.” Swallow, what did…fuck he started pissing in my throat and as he did he said, “THAT’S IT – SWALLOW MY RANK PISS. SWALLOW MY INFECTED PISS. SWALLOW MY CHEM PISS – CAN YOU TASTE IT? CAN YOU TASTE THE VIRUSES I CARRY? MY TOXIC DICK? GAG ON IT – CHOKE – DROWN YOU IN MY FUCKING PISS!” The more I choked and fought against swallowing, the more Dr. Mike – who had now become Dr. Jekyll – held my head tight and forced his piss down my throat. Much of it came right back out - onto the floor, splattered his pants, my face, but he didn’t let up and made me take what he wanted to give. Once the last drops of piss were vacated from his kidneys, Dr. Mike sighed, stepped back, casually got undressed, then said, “Oh my apologies, here is that better?” as he slid the portion of the table under my head back up so I could rest it on there once again. I sighed in relief as I thought he was going to make me suck him, so clearly what he just did was a momentary lapse. But wait, why was he naked? Dr. Mike walked over to the table, grabbed a syringe, walked back and I noticed his dick was now hard, about 9-inches, thick, and every vein was bulging out like it was on steroids. He set the syringe by my arm, checked each strap, then sat on his stool and rolled in front of the milking machine. He flipped it on and immediately I yelped as he cranked the suction up. Dr. Mike spun on his stool, “Now now. Remember – RELAX – and I think we will try a new treatment today – something a little more natural to gauge if that influences your semen output.” The orgasms started to roll over me as the suction machine tugged on my dick and exhumed the AIDS semen from my balls. I moaned, and then stopped as Dr. Mike stood up, walked over to the table, climbed up on it and lay on my back. His face was now next to mine as his hard dick pressed into my ass and his hands reached down and back to pull my cheeks apart from each side. “PAYMENT IS DUE,” Dr. Mike said, “YOU WILL NOW BE CHARGED YOUR CO-PAY FOR EVERY BOTTOM I HAVE LET YOU FUCK AND INFECT. FOR EVERY GALLON OF SPERM I HAVE ALLOWED YOU TO UNLEASH. FOR EVERY DROP OF DRUGS I HAVE GIVEN YOU. I WILL FUCK YOU AND GIVE YOU MY OWN TOXIC SPERM!” I whimpered and pleaded, “No, you can’t, I’m sorry for...for whatever it is you think I…that I did. I’m sorry, just don’t, please. I’m not a bottom! I don’t get fucked! I’m a top!” Dr. Mike chuckled, his dick head nudged at my puckered ass, and he replied, “Correction – you WERE a top,” and then I screamed as he ripped my hole open with his raw dick and started to fuck me dry and hard. “YOUR LIFE IS NO LONGER YOUR OWN – IT IS IN MY HANDS NOW – AND WE WILL SEE IF YOU ARE WORTHY,” Dr. Mike growled as he took my cherry and fucked me. I was a grown fucking man and men don’t cry, but tears were liberally coming out of my eyes as I fought the pain, the confusion, the mix of feelings of what was happening versus the waves of pleasure shooting out from my dick as the machine sucked out my never-ending stream of cum. I did manage to blubber out, “But…I thought you said this was free?” Dr. Mike laughed, “NO, I SAID – AND YOU SIGNED THE FORM CONFIRMING – THERE WAS NO MONETARY PAYMENT DUE, WHICH IS VERY DIFFERENT THAN ANYTHING BEING FREE. THERE IS ALWAYS A PRICE TO PAY AND I BELIEVE YOU WILL FIND THIS PAYMENT FAR BETTER THAN IF I SHARED ALL THE EVIDENCE I HAVE WITH THE AUTHORITIES THAT SHOWS YOU RAPED AN UNCONSCIOUS AND ‘UNWILLING’ YOUNG MAN UNDER MY CARE, QUITE BRUTALLY MATTER OF FACT.” Dr. Mike lifted off me slightly, pulling his dick out of my ass and as I clenched my hole back tight he slammed back in and said, “EVERY MAN NEEDS TO FEEL WHAT IT IS LIKE TO SUBMIT, TO PLEASURE ANOTHER MAN, TO TAKE WHAT IF OFFERED. THIS WILL MAKE YOU A BETTER TOP – IF YOU EVER HAVE THAT CHANCE AGAIN - AND WELL MY VENOM WILL REMAKE YOU AS I HAVE MADE OTHERS. YOU CANNOT IMAGINE WHAT I HAVE UNLEASHED ON THE WORLD AND WHILE I NORMALLY DON’T FIND PLEASURE IN SOMEONE WHO IS ALREADY INFECTED, I THINK WE SHALL BENEFIT EACH OTHER. NOW TAKE MY TOXIC CUM UP YOUR ASS – FEEL MY INFECTIONS INVADE YOUR BLOODSTREAM!” As Dr. Mike bred me with his load, my body exploded in the biggest orgasm I had ever had and I knew I was filling the sucking machine tube with a massive quantity of cum. I was breathing hard when Dr. Mike – now standing beside the machine, his evil deed done – inspected the volume of POZ nutt I had produced so far. He turned, smiled, “I believe we have found a better way to force your body to produce the volume of semen I believe it capable of.” He then climbed back up on the table and mounted me again. Sometime later I came to. I wasn’t on the milking table anymore. Where was I? It took me a moment to get my bearings, as my head was all addled, my thoughts mixed and jumbled, the pain in my ass incredible, my pelvic muscles sore and aching. Once I finally did I realized with shock and horror that I was still at Dr. Mike’s office, but now I was strapped to the fuck bench that the bottoms I fucked were usually tied to. I realized I was tied as well – just like them – and I also had the leather hood over my head. In addition, when I tried to cry out I couldn’t. Something large and somewhat pliable had been inserted into my mouth and tied to my head – what I would come to know later was a ball gag. I grunted, struggled, I heard a faint noise and Dr. Mike walked into view, his white lab coat on, the rest of him naked, his brutal dick still looking mean and hard. “Ah good, I see you are awake. I was concerned that maybe Dr. Collins at might have gotten the dosage just a tad off,” Dr. Mike said, “But no, I can always count on him. I can count on all of those I have made and created. Did you know that I was the first man to ever fuck him too? Of course you didn’t, but I was. Him and many many others. Like you, I need to satisfy my base urges and needs and well – tonight you have helped in a small way with that. Now where we were – ah yes, here you chart says…. One moment please.” I turned my head to see Dr. Mike leave the room and I struggled with all my might against the straps then stopped as soon as I saw him come back. He opened the folder back up, “Apologies for the interruption. Yes the chart says that when you first visited me you were NEGATIVE for other STDs. Let me just update that now to reflect syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes of the mouth, anus, and penis, and a few others. What? I see by the shaking of your head you disagree? Well in short, some of these I have given you myself, some I used swabs and vials of disease vectors etc… as the source materials, and the rest, well….You shall see.” Dr. Mike set the folder down, his cold hands grabbed my hips, and he slammed back into my torn and bloodied hole. “DO YOU FEEL THAT? DOES IT FEEL LIKE A 100 LITTLE NAILS PIERCING YOU WITH EVERY THRUST? I MUST SAY YOUR ANAL CANAL WAS MOST RESISTANT TO MY INITIAL INVASION, BUT WE HAVE RESOLVED THAT. FEEL HOW YOUR ASS RING SPLITS AND OPENS WHEN I SLAM IN? ALSO AS I EXPECTED, YOUR HYPERSPERMIA HAS ELEVATED YOUR SEMEN PRODUCTION AND I HAVE HAD TO PLACE EXTRA MEDICAL PADS BELOW YOU TO ABSORB THE COPIOUS SPERM NOW FLOWING FROM YOUR DICK EVERY TIME I ENTER YOUR ASS.” I moaned, tensed, Dr. Mike angled his dick and started to pound at one spot, “AH YES – FEEL THAT? I SPENT EXTRA TIME SCRAPING AT THAT SPOT WITH A MEDICAL INSTRUMENT – AND LET’S SEE – RGHT ABOUT – OH YES, THERE. RIGHT THERE TOO. GOOD, GOOD. ARE YOU READY FOR SOME MORE DISEASE? TO ABSORB SOME MORE TOXIC CUM? TO BECOME THE CUMP DUMP THAT YOU HAD HOPED TO FIND ONE DAY? TAKE MY DEATH SENTENCE – TAKE IT – YOUR LIFE IS GONE AND YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN JUST ANOTHER FILE IN MY CABINET!” A few grunts and thrusts and Dr. Mike finished depositing the latest of I had no idea then of how many loads inside me and as he sighed in satisfaction and yanked his dick out, a new voice said, “Jesus Christ your are a sick fuck just like always Dr. Mike.” I tried to turn my head to see who was speaking, but could not identify the person and knew it was not Dr. Collins. Dr. Mike chuckled, walked into my field of vision with the folder, grabbed one of his stools, sat down, rolled it closer and recited the introduction like he had made this speech often, “I have decided your next treatment needs to be more, shall we say, extreme. My friend Charles back there has a true horse dick. I am big, but even I am in awe of Charles’ piece of meet which is over 11 inches and VERY thick.” The sound of belts, buckles, and clothes being set on a metal chair touched my ears and a throaty laugh in agreement to that last statement. Dr. Mike continued, “Even better, Charles is a brutal nasty fucker who likes to walk around with a constant case of gonorrhea, and thanks to Charles, he and I are both sharing that little gift right now. Charles has helped me ensure a number of asses received the venom they deserved and delights in the chemical pleasures. You shall experience needles, powders, smokes, and more. I am ever amazed at the drug forms he finds and forces onto our victims. He is also HIV + of course, with a high viral load and not just HIV, Charles has full blown AIDs. He is a true AIDs fucker. So, let me introduce you to Charles, your new Leather Lord and owner.” My what? What the fuck? A leather-gloved hand smacked my right ass cheek hard as a big man walked up and stood beside Dr. Mike. At that moment I could not have told you a thing about what he looked like as the only thing I noticed or could focus on was his monster horse dick that had a Prince Albert (PA) piercing through the head that looked like it was big enough to be a bracelet on a wrist. I stared as Charles spoke, “Lesson 1 – never speak unless spoken to and then only to say YES SIR or HARDER MASTER. You only got 4 words in your vocabulary now.” I could not have replied if I wanted to with the ball gag still in my mouth. Dr. Mike looked up, “Do you wish me to knock him out for his first treatment? Dr. Collins left a couple of extra doses just in case.” Charles laughed, stroked his hard dick, “No way. You know I like to hear them scream.” I shivered, my heart started to race. Dr. Mike made a note in his folder, “Oh I do, but you will have years for that. Shall we compromise? You know of course you will need to inject him before you leave - and again, my condolences on the loss of your boy Roger. Such insolence is intolerable and good that you were able to find him a new home as a castrated mare at the Breeder’s Market.” Charles spoke with a deep sadness, “Yeah, we had been together a long time, but hell, time for some new pussy to bleed and infect. I think I will call this one Roger too. Monogrammed towels and all you know – HA! You sure no one will miss him?” With the chart in hand, Dr. Mike scanned his notes, “No one at all. Lionel and his crew from the Breeder’s Market are already at his place cleaning it out and dealing with his accounts – financial, online, and otherwise. He has no immediate family and his employer has been notified of his unfortunate accidental heroin overdose and his admission into a treatment program, which sometime during the night he ran away from and no one knows where has gone. His medical team and the authorities can only assume he is in an alley someplace trying to get high and most likely has left the city.” WHAT THE FUCK – NO NO NO I TRIED TO CRY OUT – WHAT THE FUCK? A leather glove slapped my face hard, my nose started to bleed, Dr. Mike, got up grabbed his iPad off the table, sat back on the stool and rolled over closer. He smiled, tapped the iPad, swiped, and up on the screen popped – me.“….being of sound mind I consent to all treatments for my heroin addiction…..” I was confused. I didn’t remember making that, I didn’t say that! I never have done...would never have…shit! Charles had gone behind me and started eating my fucked out ass – his beard scratching my skin, his teeth sinking into my flesh, his gloved hands clawing at me. Dr. Mike put his face close to mine. Charles rose from eating me out and then rape slammed his 11-inch dick into my ass ripping me anew with his horsemeat and PA making me scream into the ball gag. Dr. Mike then said, “You really should read all the forms you sign.” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!) (The Breeder’s Market and Dr Mike: Biohazard and Healer –story links may be found here - https://breeding.zone/topic/34692-dr-mike-biohazard-story-links/#comment-384265 )

Until death do us part (story a cheating boyfriend) – Part 05 The following day I called Dante and told him, that Marcus and his friends were still amazed of the good job he had done and that they would like to meet him again soon. I’ve made an agreement with Marcus, that the little bitch would serve them for more poz fuck. Quite a lot guys enjoyed the feeling to convert an innocent one. Tonight for example a group of perverted bikers were in town, looking for the right kind of fun. So I suggested to Dante, that it would be nice, if we would be able to repeat that whole game again tonight. Dante apologized, but he wanted to celebrate his anniversary with his boyfriend and they had already made plans for a romantic dinner. I was a bit disappointed and told him, that I was an invited guest. It would be impolite, if I refused the invitation, so I told him I would find someone else to accompany me. Silence…. “Hello…. ?” I asked through the telephone. “Well… maybe…. I can make arrangements…..” “But it is your anniversary” I interfered “That’s an important date… I totally understand that.” “Yes, but I would like to be with you also, and I don’t want you to meet other guys.” he answered slowly. “You know, I can still have dinner with him tomorrow…” he didn’t sound very convincing. We agreed to meet at 8 pm and to drive back to Michael’s place to enjoy another night of sex and action. Dante told his boyfriend, that one of very best friends had lost his kitten due to a careless driver and ‘she’ would be devastated right now and needed moral support. And his boyfriend believed him. Love is blind… you see…. I was staggered, when he showed up at the agreed time. His white jeans and white shirt was way too tight, but he looked hot in it. He stepped into my car and smiled cutely at me and then went down on my cock to suck me while we drove to Marcus’s place. I almost pumped my poisoned cum into his mouth, but I told him to go slowly. I wanted to enjoy the whole evening with him. There was no need to hurry. We entered the premises and Marcus gave us a warm welcome. “Here is the ‘fluffer-boy’ I told you about…. and almost 20 guys turned to Dante immediately and some of them high-fived him. The guys twisted his tiny and erected nipples, which made the boy moan loudly. Dante looked at me and whispered, that he didn’t recognize any of the guys from last night. Some of them looked quite dangerous and reminded him of a biker gang. I misunderstood Marcus (on purpose) and this was actually a totally different group than the other night. Dante sighed. He didn’t like this idea. More and more people got to know him. This was too dangerous, since he still got a current boyfriend. He turned to Marcus and said he was not happy with this development and Marcus totally supported him. He announced to the entire group, that the guys should respect the privacy of the fluffer, because his real boyfriend didn’t know, that he was here – sucking dick. The twink looked shocked as he saw the grinning and estimated faces of the bystander. The group of men nodded mockingly. They wouldn’t hold it against Dante, if he did a good job. Someone shouted ‘Give him the gift and send him back to his boyfriend’ Everybody was laughing – even Dante reluctantly did. “Oh well – where do you want me to take your loads. Do you want to splash into my eyes…. here? Like last night?” Dante asked softly. “Oh, that is important. Thanks for pointing that out. I suggested to this group, that you would suck dicks and would accept the guys shooting the cum right into your eyes.” Marcus told merely to Dante. “But imagine, they had the same event two days ago with another guy and they want to do something else. I told them, since you specified the rules last night, it would be fair, if they could decide tonight, what is hot…. and what is not.” he continued with his fib. He took Dante by the hand. “The group wants you to kneel… here! Yes… next to the sling…. no… more to the left. Perfect!” “Here you will suck the guys hard and as you can see, you will be placed next to the bitches ass, who will be abused in this sling tonight. This way the fucker can withdraw his cock from your mouth and immediately start fucking the whore. But he can also get out of the cunt and fuck your face for some assistance again. Do you get it?” Marcus asked Dante harshly. The twink nodded slowly. “This way you can concentrate on the next guy already and still assist the current top” he smiled at Dante. “They would also like you to swallow the cum after every third of fourth deposit. For this… you just move over here and put your open mouth over the asshole of the ass whore. Then he will fart the cum straight into your waiting mouth. You will wait until the cunt tells you he is finished farting into your mouth. Then you turn to us and show us the deposits. We tell you when to recycle the cum and then you simply swallow it. Don’t foget to show your empty mouth to us again. And you got to lick the asshole too. It should be cleaned out, so the next alpha male can get to business. Then you move back to your first spot again and the whole thing repeats itself.” Marcus looked expectant. “Can I talk to you, please?” he asked me. “Of course” I said but I showed no intention to move to a more private area. “Speak up….” “I don’t want to swallow the cum from guys I don’t know.” he whispered. The bikers grinned evilly. “Well…. hmm… well try to know them better. Ask their names, before you start sucking them. This way you would know them” I suggested. “But you told me, if I would swallow other guys cum, you would call me a cheater” Dante insisted. “No baby… I told you once, if you would suck a guy and swallow his cum – then you would be a cheater. But you are recycling the junk of other tops. The guy in the sling is the slut. He drains the nuts of these fellow gentlemen. You are just cleaning the mess up and this is exactly what a fluffer boy has to do.” I could see in his eyes he was confused. He wasn’t able to decide what was wrong and what was right. He lost his moral compass interacting with me. Every day a little bit more. Soon he would take dicks in a dark room. He was on its way to be a super bareback poz slut. “What about diseases? Are you all clean?” he asked and knew the answer already. Marcus told him, that he had checked all the papers one hour ago and all the guys were clean. No STD in sight…. such a fucking liar. “Oooookay…..” the boy sighed. Dante started to undress slowly. The guys were luring around him and touched his body. His nipples got twisted again and the blonde angel squirmed and squeaked from time to time. While he took his spot next to the sling, he got on his knees and three biker guys surrounded him. He started massaging their huge bulges through their leather pants and jeans. Suddenly there was a little commotion. The ‘slut’ entered the room and the guys went ballistic. Another twink actually got dragged into the room. He wasn’t able to stand on his own feet. He gazed around with a distant look. The dark haired teen has been drugged or he was totally intoxicated, or maybe both. The huge guys blocked Dante’s view. He just heard them clapping their hands, shouting obscenities. The ‘slut’ got positioned into the sling. He wore a tight jockstrap. Dante could see the hairless ass and he noticed, that the bikers were quite rough on the other young whore. He heard the boy moan, because some of the guys enjoyed squeezing the teen’s balls. “Are you the fluff-boy?” addressed to him. Dante didn’t react at once and got slapped into his face. “I said, are you the fucking fluff-boy?” the leather daddy repeated himself. “Yes Sir. My name is Dante” he replied sweetly. “I don’t care. Start sucking my dick. I want to fuck this filthy whore” he answered. “What is your name?” Dante asked politely. “I’m your first John… now start sucking, or you will deeply regret it” he roared. Dante started to unbuckle the heavy leather belt and opened the cage to a nice big cock. He was semi-hard, but even in this state it was impressive. Dante started licking the glans penis. The leather guy grabbed the boy’s blonde hair and started pumping his rapidly hardening cock deep into Dante’s throat. Really impressive, I thought. It must have been at least ten inches. The slutty bitch in the sling would definitely burst, if this king-size anaconda was raping his hole with this ‘big-gun’ Another guy needed already attention, although Dante’s mouth was still occupied he had to stroke at least one cock already, to keep the guys hard for the action. The leather daddy changed the hole now. He wasn’t the romantic type. You could see his positioned himself at the tight opening and while he drew the twink’s body closer to him, he used all his power to penetrate the ‘slut’ in one swift motion. You could hear the daddy grunt loudly, while he bottomed out. Although the bitch was sort of unconscious, he was still making whining noises and this made the biker even more aggressive. He slammed his pelvis against the young guy’s entrance. This was more than just an aggressive fuck. It was more like the boy got butchered alive. Although he had stamina, you could see and hear, that the first top was close to shoot. “You fucking dirty whore. This is what you get you filthy little punk. I hope I knocked you up you stupid cunt. Thought you could earn some money you bitch?” he groaned, “Now I will kill you…. I will kill you…. you little fag….. you stupid fuck…. this is all you can get….” and with this words he shot his highly toxic venom deep inside the ‘sluts’ ass. Dante had not time listening to all the shouting. He looked up to the second guy who wanted a blow-job, to get hard for the final act. “Hey my name is Dante. What’s yours?” he asked again “I’m your John too…. now suck!” the seconds guy ordered. Dante was so busy doing a good job and still his mind wandered to the sling. He imagined it could be him manhandled this way. And all of a sudden, he was scared…. curious…. excited…. He needed Scorpion’s dick. He wanted him so badly. Tonight…..

I know what I'm doing is crazy. Most guys would think I'm nuts to play unsafe. What would my friends think if they knew I let strangers fuck my Ass. But tonight tops it all. I'm still shaking from the adrenaline rush, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat. It started off a typical Saturday night. My Boyfriend doesn't barhop cause he doesn't drink. Booze goes right to his head. So we watched TV. He went to bed early—cause he'd had a long day. I told him I'd stay up and read a bit. True to the course I logged on here. Every time I read the posts of other horny dudes, I become more and more of a Cum Slut. I fantasize about getting creamed. I beat off to tales of Tops breeding Bottoms. I download all the bareback pics I cum across. But I was always concerned I'd put BF at risk. I got an email from a Fuck Bud. Don't know his full name. We don't talk much. He wrote, "I'm horny—wanna fuck your Ass tonight." I almost shot in my pants. I grabbed my crotch, but was a loss as to how to reply. My Lover was asleep in the next room, and I never go out once he's in bed. So I wrote back, "BF's asleep and can't leave the house. Been dreaming of your Cock since we last met." I jacked off and figured that's how it would end. It was already 10 PM, and I'm usually in bed by then. He responded he could swing by in 10 minutes and I could suck him off in his car. No need to wake up Boyfriend, and I wouldn't be away more than a few minutes. I don't know why I said yes. I just couldn't think of a good reason not to. I was awake, and Boyfriend was snoring. I was horny; and he'd agreed to just a blowjob, so I didn't have to worry about playing unsafe. Not 10 minutes later he pulled up in front. He blinked his headlights. Quietly I stole out the door His car was new, a BMW, leather seats and all. He already had his jeans unzipped and his Cock in his hand. He pushed me down by the scruff of the neck. I tasted Lube so I figured I wasn't his first that night. I went down on him to the pubes. I was so hot. I even tried to lick his Nuts while my mouth was stuffed with Cock. A car passed by. Brilliant headlamps lit up everything up. I jerked up like I'd been shot out of a canon. It disappeared around the corner. Once again the dim yellow of the street lamps glinted off the dash. He ordered me to get back down to business. I tongued his Nuts. I snaked my hand under his shirt and tweaked his Nips. Groping my Ass, he called me his Pussy Boy. A neighbor walking his dog came down his sidewalk The mutt, sensing our presence, growled and barked. Startled, I jumped like a scared rabbit. "Let's go inside," he said. "Too many disruptions here." Absurd! Out of the question! My BF was asleep, the bedroom door ajar. But he persisted and pressed my palm against his pulsing Rod. I was torn. My Mancunt said "YES!" while Reason told me "NO!" Still, I was mesmerized by the hot, quivering Staff of Life I held in my hand. I wanted it so bad! "Only take a few minutes. I'm SOOOO close. You're gonna be my Pussy Boy. You know you want it bad. Finish me inside. Cum on." Compelled by sexual avarice, I'd been persuaded. I led him to the foyer where I unzipped him. The only illumination came from the kitchen. A predatory gleam sparkled in his eyes. He kissed me, spitting in my mouth. I knelt to suck him, but he pulled me up. Practiced fingers undid my belt. He sucked and licked and tweaked me into submission till all my faculties screamed for assault. He twisted me about. I shivered as his slimy Cock explored my Ass Crack. My knees buckled as he pulled me to him by the hips, his turgid Rod tunneling deep within my Cunt. He pumped me with slow, erotic thrusts. "I'm gonna cum in you, Pussy Boy. You wanna get knocked up? That's good, cause I'm gonna getcha pregnant." His monologue barely amounting to a whisper, I wouldn't have heard a word he said if he hadn't been biting on my ear. My Cock was rock hard. There was no way I could deny him. I couldn't pull away because his arms were tight about me. I was skewered on his Dick. I took his Jizm as well as any She-Bitch might—a POZ Load right up the old Kahuna. I hadn't cum. I'd always pictured myself blowing a massive Wad the day the Virus entered my system. A milestone of sorts. But my engorged Cock still bounced between my legs—my Precum lathering about my Piss Slit. He pulled up his pants and patronizingly patted me on the Butt. I considered asking him outright if he were POZ, but didn't want to risk awaking Boyfriend. Besides, I'd find out soon enough. Mulling it all over, I drank a coke and prepared for bed. I stuck a finger up my Ass. It came out all slimy and gooey. I sucked it clean. I was in no mood for a shower. I spread my Ass Cheeks, studying my behind in the mirror. The Fucker had definitely bred me good. I still hadn't gone soft, not even when I crawled in bed. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, next to my somnolent Boyfriend. Guess I woke him because he turned in my direction. His hand brushed my Cock. A man's touch never felt so good—except for HIM. I was desperate to Cum, so I snuggled my Ass against my Boyfriend. Boys will be boys; and, as I hoped, he lifted my legs, and slid his Dick up my Mancunt. Thank God for Lube! It masked my creaminess. It didn't even occur to me that I might be looser than before. I needed closure. So Boyfriend screwed my Fuck Bud’s Load deeper up my Cunt and blew his own Wad up my Ass. I sucked him clean and came on the sheets. He fell back to sleep. I wasn't sure he'd even remember fucking in the morning. I cleaned up best I could. Two Loads, one NEG, one POZ, were swimming in my Hole. I didn't used to be a Cum Slut. I used to play it safe. But I don't think I can resist if HE emails me again.